Lin Xun: "Tomorrow you will take part in the martial arts debate, and I promise to keep the number of people under 200!"
Chang Shisan: "This..."
Lin Xun: "Less than 150 people!"
Chang Shisan: "Hmm..."
Lin Xun: "One hundred people!"
Chang Shisan: "Deal."
Let's do the math. Suppose four hundred people come to participate in a martial arts discussion and three hundred people are persuaded to retreat. The three hundred people are roughly divided into thirty groups. If you go to them in groups, you need to say the same thing thirty times.
Tonight, there is no rest.
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Finally, I saw the gate of Qiu Mansion.
Lin Xun held Chang Shisan's arm tightly: "Master, remember, have a good attitude and don't get angry."
Chang Shisan forced a smile on his face and was trying to prepare himself for a good temper.
Lin Xun pulled at his sleeves desperately: "Don't laugh!"
A person who originally didn't have a smile, but had an unpredictable crooked mouth... was simply frightening to death.
Too eerie, too scary.
Chang Shisan took a deep breath: "Ahem, okay."
Qiu Yao led his fifteen disciples, and the disciples of the Tianyun Mountain sect who arrived early in the morning, including Ling Xiu, Ye Jing, Yu He and others, stood respectfully outside the door.
It was already past midday, the sun was shining brightly, and people looked a little tired.
"My subordinates pay their respects to the gang leader! Welcome to the gang leader!"
Everyone knelt down and said hello in unison.
Beside the door is a gift storage case.
However, Chang Shisan had empty hands at this time. The dagger he wanted to give away was wrapped in velvet and hidden in Lin Xun's waist.
Lin Xun put his legs together and bowed deeply: "Lin Xun has met all the senior protectors!"
Chang Shisan paused briefly: "No courtesy."
"Thank you, leader!"
His arrival will actually add a lot of discomfort. Fortunately, he usually only dines with Qiu Yao and other protectors, and the others are in different rooms, so there is no need to pay too much attention to his presence.
Qiu Yao stepped forward to lead the way: "Gang Leader, please come this way."
Chang Shisan: "I was delayed because of something. I'm late. Brother Qiu, please forgive me."
Qiu Yao smiled and said: "You are serious in your words. It will be no later than no time. It is an honor for me to have you come."
Chang Shisan: "How many of your disciples are named Zhao?"
Qiu Yao: "There is a person named Zhao Wenqing. What are your orders?"
Chang Shisan: "Nothing, just asking."
Qiu Yao: "Yes."
Chang Shisan: "As a birthday gift, I will give it to you at the helm tonight. Could you please make a trip?"
Qiu Yao: "Master, you don't need to worry, my subordinates are not short of these things."
Chang Shisan: "No, this time is different. This gift is worth your expectation."
Qiu Yao: "Then thank you, Gang Leader."
Lin Xun's face wanted to be able to squeeze out the water. It was indeed worth "looking forward to", but Uncle Qiu said thank you, but he didn't know that it was actually a gunpowder that was about to explode.
"Abo!"
There was a call from behind.
A slightly childish voice with a sense of intimacy.
Chang Shisan turned his head: "Huh?"
Ah Fu walked over quickly with a smile on his face, cupped his hands and said, "Uncle, the young master and the young mistress have gone on a long journey and can't come today. Let me tell you something."
Chang Shisan: "Where are you going?"
Ah Fu: "That side of Yuling Ferry."
Chang Shisan: "When will you come back?"
Ah Fu: "I'm going home on July 12th."
Chang Shisan: “I really know how to time things.”
Ah Fu: "That's right! The young master doesn't have the guts not to come back."
July 13th is Chang Shisan’s birthday. Shaoan is never absent. Over the years, Shaoan has always been by his side to drink birthday wine with him.
Chang Shisan doesn't like to be public, so he simply drinks with the two of them, gets drunk and then rests, and sleeps until he wakes up naturally, experiencing a rare sense of ease and ease.