It turned out that this person was a new class member of the Shifu. His surname was Chen Minghua, and he was nicknamed "Living Immortal". One day, Shi Heng and several old friends who participated in the incident of seizing the door were supervising the company in the East Factory. He was the nephew of Cao Jixiang, the chief eunuch of the Department of Ceremonies.
While drinking in Cao Shaoqin's house, they talked about the art of immortality. Cao Shaoqin laughed and said:
"Usually when we refine elixirs and nourish our energy, it's not only to be loyal to the Lord Long Live, but also to live a long life. But now I know that this path has gone astray. 'If you want to know the things in the mountains, you need to ask the woodcutter.' You must know
To live a hundred years, the art of immortality must be consulted by those who live forever."
Shi Heng said: "Where is the immortal person?"
Cao Shaoqin said: "What Duke Zhongguo said is absolutely true. I'm afraid there are no people who live forever, but there are still people who live long lives. I usually only think that people can live for less than a hundred years. I don't think there are people who are nearly 200 years old. We have a new one."
The old man recommended here was born in the seventeenth year of the Yuan Dynasty in the previous dynasty, and he is already one hundred and eighty years old this year."
Shi Heng stared at him: "Is there such a thing?"
Cao Shaoqin said: "I don't believe it even if I haven't seen it in person. Although the old man has white beard and eyebrows, he looks like he is only forty or fifty years old. He is Zhang Sanfeng's junior brother. He often talks about the great events of the previous dynasty and the kings of our dynasty, because
I witnessed it all with my own eyes and told it vividly and touchingly. The most surprising thing is that this man has boundless magical power. He does not pass through doors when walking. He only has a small sword in his hand and points it out. Even a stone wall cannot stop him.
Living...there are so many things that I can't explain at the moment, but he is really a first-class divine person."
Shi Heng asked: "Is this person in the house now?"
Cao Shaoqin laughed and said: "This Mr. Chen is a drunkard. The most greedy thing is what is in the cup. He said that he was beaten by Zhang Sanfeng back then, and he did not deserve to die. When I come here, I don't want to leave because of my wine."
Well done. The dishes on the table today are all hundred-year-old wines. If he smells the smell of alcohol, he is afraid that he will never go out for a walk on the street again."
Shi Heng also smiled: "Why not invite him to the table for a meal? I would like to meet him."
Cao Shaoqin laughed and said: "The Duke has spoken, what's the problem?" After saying that, he ordered the people around him: "Go and invite Mr. Chen!"
Soon, "Living Immortal" Chen Hua staggered in from the outside. More than a dozen guests at the banquet stopped to look at their cups carefully. The old man who came in was wearing a black soft satin robe with a silk ribbon around his waist.
There was a small antique sword hanging on his feet, a pair of cloud shoes on his feet, and snow-white cloth socks exposed. He was dressed like a monk or not, but when he looked closer, he looked at his face, and saw that he had thin skin and tender flesh.
With a red face, a head full of silver hair, two long silver eyebrows, and a wisp of snow-white goatee, he really can be called a "living fairy".
Cao Shaoqin smiled and said to the old man: "Today I invited a few guests to have a drink. Knowing that Mr. Chen is very good at this, I specially invited him, so I invited Mr. Chen to the table."
The servants put a seat and a pair of cups and chopsticks on the table. Chen Hua glanced at the imbalance and said with a smile: "Mr. Neng Guo is here today, but the little old man dare not sit down."
Cao Shaoqin frowned and squinted at the family members who invited Chen Hua.
It turned out that when Shi Heng came to his place, he never talked to unrelated family members. After all, there might not be any spies from any family there, so the retainers naturally didn't know.
At this time, he couldn't help but suspect that his family members were talking too much.
The family member looked at him with great horror, knelt down and said:
"The villain only said, 'Your Excellency would like to invite Mr. Chen,' but he did not..."
The living god laughed at the side and said: "Don't blame him, sir. The commander of the Beijing camp, the loyal Duke, and the prince of the current dynasty have such a magnanimity. Not everyone has it, even if he wears ordinary clothes, he has the appearance of nobility and the magnanimity on the battlefield.
Is it possible to change it too?”
Cao Shaoqin chuckled. When he looked at Shi Heng, he saw him twirling his beard and smiling and nodding. He waved to his family and said to Chen Hua: 'Sir, you are indeed not an ordinary person.'
Chen Hua didn't answer. He just took off the sword from his waist and handed it to the attendant beside Cao Shaoqin. He cupped his hands to Shi Heng and said, "I never leave this sword. I am used to carrying it. I have always been negligent. I am loyal to the general."
Offended in front of you!"
Shi Heng said: "It doesn't matter, the old gentleman just takes it with him."
Chen Hua was not polite, took the sword and hung it on his body, sat down on his seat, and his family poured wine.
Shi Heng asked: "Mr. Geng?"
Chen Hua said: "The little old man is a little crazy about how old he is. What he said was very disrespectful, and he didn't know what to say. He didn't know how to say it." It looked like he was being polite, but it sounded a little pushy.
Shi Heng nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He just said: "Sir, I drank this drink."
The "living god" picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp.
Shi Heng smiled: "Sir, you are indeed a happy man. Let's pour some wine with you."
So the family poured wine, aged it before drinking it, and drank one cup after another, three cups in a row.
Shi Heng saw him smacking his lips and peeking at the wine bottle. He knew it was not enough, so he smiled and said, "Swap the old gentleman for a bigger bowl."
Chen Hua drank three more bowls.
When he was drinking, he didn't eat the newly served dishes. He just put his chopsticks into the big box of mandarin fish. The box of mandarin fish had been moved. He stretched out his chopsticks again and again. After a while, only the fish head and the fish were left.
Fish bones, Cao Shaoqin turned around and ordered:
"Let's make two more mandarin fish with Mr. Chen!"
The family said: "Although there are mandarin fish, there are none alive."
Chen Hua was deliberately showing off, so how could he easily let this opportunity pass him by? He interrupted and said, "The fish is still alive and well. Go and bring me a basin of water!"
When the family members saw Cao Shaoqin nodding, they turned around and went out, and soon came back with a basin of water.
Everyone didn't know what Chen Hua meant, so they all looked at him. They saw him pull out his dagger, use the tip of the sword to pick up a fish head and fish bones in the big basin, throw them into the clear water, and then stir them with the sword.
The fish bones swirled with the stirring water, and Chen Hua withdrew his sword.
The water surface not only kept spinning, but also spun faster and faster, and eventually splashed with water. When everyone took a closer look, the fish bones in the water had already turned into a live mandarin fish weighing two to three kilograms with a jump, shaking their heads and tails, struggling to get out.
Chen Hua picked up the mandarin fish and threw it to the ground. He saw that the fish was jumping around and it was really beautiful.
Everyone saw Chen Hua's performance and cheered together! Shi Heng couldn't help but praise: "Mr. Chen's good skills."
Chen Hua processed another fish bone according to the law and turned it into a live mandarin fish. He said to the family: "I'm going to cook it in the kitchen and invite our guests to try it."
Chen Hua was already three-thirds drunk. Seeing that everyone respected him, and even Lord Zhongguo showed appreciation, he couldn't help but feel a little carried away. He saw a family member coming up with a large plate of steamed lotus leaf meatballs, and he resorted to tricks, using a sword.
With a flick of a finger, dozens of lotus leaf meatballs on the plate turned into frogs, jumping from the plate to the table, jumping around, and everyone was in an uproar.
The frogs jumped on the empty plates in front of the guests and stopped moving. When everyone looked at them, they had already transformed into lotus leaf meatballs. Each person had four on the plate and placed them neatly. Everyone cheered again and again.
"Sure enough, he is a living god", and his reputation is well-deserved.
Shi Heng thought to himself: "This Cao Shaoqin invited me over for a drink, and even took the initiative to invite a living god to entertain the guests. It seems that he wanted to give this person to me in exchange for impeaching Yang Yuxuan, the Minister of War. Well! If my family holds a banquet for guests
At this time, having this old man here can add a bit of elegance to the banquet! Huh! That Yang Yuxuan doesn't know how to praise, so he is dead! It's best to deal with that Zhou Huai'an too! I can't ask for more!"
Thinking of this, Shi Heng glanced at Cao Shaoqin and said to Chen Hua: "Mr. Chen has such a good sword, so of course his martial arts are also good!"