In the second half of the night, the weather was unfavorable, and there was a sudden flash of lightning, followed by thunder a moment later, and rain poured down with the sound, making a "gushing" sound.
Late autumn was no different than summer, and the cold rain poured on his body, making Yu Bozhong feel a bit chilly. Wu Qi saw that Yu Bozhong was still kneeling with no intention of leaving, so he advised: "Master, don't get wet."
, it’s better to avoid it.”
Yu Bozhong wiped the rain off his face and said: "Whatever you want to avoid, Yang Shi is not afraid of heavy snowfall, so this little rain doesn't matter. This is God testing my sincerity. If I don't go through a lot of suffering,
, How could Master Li accept me as his disciple?"
Wu Qidao: "The man surnamed Li has gone to bed early. Even if someone cuts a knife outside, he won't be able to see it. Young Master, you'd better avoid it."
Yu Bozhong glared at Wu Qi and said, "Whose surname is Li? I call you Daxia Li. If you keep talking nonsense like this, I'll see if I don't tear it up."
I don't know how long it took, but Yu Bozhong suddenly heard his father call out: "Zhong'er, what are you doing?" Looking up, he saw Yu Jing holding an umbrella and bodyguard Zhang Shouyue walking over.
Yu Jing is the minister of the Ministry of Industry and works in Beijing. This time he took leave to return to his hometown for the sake of his son's marriage. He met Li Jiaoyue and was very satisfied. He just waited for the Li family and his daughter to arrive before planning the marriage.
Tonight, when Yu Jing saw that his son was not there, he became suspicious. He had not been at home for a long time and was worried that his son would imitate Su Liu, so he personally went out with his bodyguards to look for him.
Yu Bozhong was still kneeling and said to Yu Jing: "Dad, why did you come out in such a heavy rain? Go back quickly."
Zhang Shouyue tried to pull Yu Bozhong to stand up, but was pushed away.
Yu Jing said angrily: "What kind of tricks are you doing?"
Yu Bozhong said: "The child wants to worship the Great Sword Flying Immortal Li Tianmu as his teacher. If he doesn't accept him, the child will follow the example of his ancestor Cheng Menlixue."
Yu Jing said angrily: "You have brought shame on the Yu family. Keep your promise and take the young master back."
Yu Bozhong said pitifully: "Dad, just let the child kneel down. He really wants to become Master Li as his teacher."
Yu Jing said angrily: "Take the young master back quickly!"
Yu Bozhong was still a filial son and did not dare to disobey his father's wishes, so he had to return home obediently.
In the early morning of the next day, Li Tianmu had finished dressing up and asked his maid to call Sun Liu and ask him how much silver he spent for the night.
Sun Liudao: "That man has already paid the bill, so why does Hero Li need to ask?"
Li Tianmu said: "I have already met Mr. Yu, so I cannot let him pay this money."
Sun Liudao: "Without Mr. Yu, I would not dare to accept money from Master Li."
Li Tianmu said: "Why are you spending his money? You have to collect the money no matter what. Come up with the amount quickly. We still have to hurry and we can't afford to delay."
Sun Liuqian smiled and said: "The villain will never be able to take this money. Hero Li, please don't embarrass me anymore. If there is nothing else, I will leave first." After that, he walked out quickly.
Li Tianmu remembered that Sun Liu had said last night that the cost of a night's stay in Tianzihao was nine taels, nine cents and nine cents, and each of the maids was three hundred cents. There were four in total. The total was ten taels plus one thousand two hundred cents. Recently, the money
Expensive money is cheap. One tael of silver can be exchanged for 1,500 old coins. In this calculation, eleven taels of silver are enough.
But there was still that meal. Li Tianmu recalled it. The standard of the meal was not low, and he didn’t know how much it would cost. So he called the maid to ask questions. The maid didn’t know the stakes, and she didn’t hide the details.
She couldn't say exactly how much it was, she could only give a rough estimate. She said it was no more than ten taels of silver.
This frightened Li Tianmu, and he thought to himself: "One meal makes ten taels of silver. This is too wasteful."
He took out his money bag from his arms and poured all the copper plates and scattered silver inside on the Eight Immortals' table. He also took out a bucket and put the broken silver on it and weighed it. The total amount was a little over twenty-two taels.
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With an extra one or two seven cents, Li Tianmu took the smallest piece and bought it again, but it still cost eight cents more. He exchanged it for a slightly larger one, and then bought it again, but this time it was eight cents and three cents less than a cent.
, he thought that he could not take advantage of others, so he changed it back to the smallest one.
But what to do with the extra eight pieces of silver? Is it just given to him? The eight pieces of silver, if he saves some money, can cover Li Tianmu's expenses for a month, so he just gave it to him. He was still a little reluctant to part with it, so he gave it to him from his waist.
In the meantime, he pulled out the Vine Dragon Sword and cut the silver. After working for a long time, he finally got it done and he breathed a sigh of relief.
He also found a piece of gray paper, wrapped the silver and gave it to the maid, asking her to give it to Sun Liu after they left.
Looking at the more than one tael of silver and the hundred or so copper plates left on the table, Li Tianmu thought to himself: "This is all the rest of my belongings. There are still more than three months before the Chinese New Year, so I must save more."
Just some flowers."
Every year on New Year's Eve, Wudang sect disciples kowtow to their leader and receive their annual salary for the next year. Li Tianmu is now looking forward to the time passing by quickly. It is best to take a nap and open his eyes.
It's New Year's Eve.
Mou Rongtian drove the bodies of Li Jiaoyue and Li Zhengping and walked on the official road leading to the capital. Suddenly he heard the sound of rapid horse hooves behind him. In a blink of an eye, three horsemen came to him, and one of them asked: "Is the donor Mou Rongtian?"
Mou Rongtian saw three fat monks in gray cloth monk's robes coming right away. Each of them was carrying a convenient chain shovel in his hand. They were obviously Lianjiazi. He said, "Yes, this is Mou Rongtian."
The three monks crossed their horses and blocked the way. The leader said coldly: "Mou Rongtian, you have made this poor monk so miserable."
Mou Rongtian did not rush over. He pulled the reins and stopped the carriage. Seeing that the people coming were not friendly, he asked: "Who are the three of you?"
The three monks flew off their horses, and the leader said: "The poor monk's name is Tian Jue, and these two are the poor monk's disciples Ren Jue and Di Jue."
It turned out that they were the three famous monks in the world. Mou Rongtian had heard about them for a long time and asked: "The three masters blocked Mou's way. I don't know why?"
Monk Tian Jue said: "For the sake of the pretty civet cat Li Jiaoyue in your car. Mou Rongtian, if you are wise, please hand over Li Jiaoyue obediently and let us take him away. If you let the poor monk take action, you will not get the good news."
Mou Rongtian said: "It's up to you." As he said that, he got out of the car, pressed the spring and pulled out the tiger head embroidered spring knife, and got ready for battle. Li Jiaoyue also jumped out of the car and pulled out the lancet.
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Mou Rongtian said: "Jiaoyue, you don't need to take action to deal with these three fierce monks. Just stand aside and watch the enemy's formation for me."
Li Jiaoyue said: "Rongtian, be more careful."
Mou Rongtian said: "It doesn't matter if the material is used."
Monk Tian Jue said: "Since you don't know the truth, don't blame the poor monk for being ruthless."
The three master monks swarmed up, surrounded Mou Rongtian, and launched a fierce attack with shovels.
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