Xu Zengshou was beaten.
In the blink of an eye, he was beaten black and blue by the angry Xishan people.
If Jian Xingfa hadn't wanted to spare his life and hand him over to Mr. Su Yang for interrogation, and stopped the angry people, his body would have been cold by now.
"You are so bullying!"
Xu Zengshou screamed in pain and couldn't help but curse.
After all, he was also the biological son of King Xu Da of Zhongshan. He was born into a noble family. He lived smoothly in the first half of his life, but he had never suffered such a big loss. He was surrounded by more than a dozen people and beaten severely!
What is this behavior?
Mental torture and physical torture!
Jian Xingfa had no expression on his face when he heard this, and just sneered: "Brother, I'm not telling you, you are really too brave!"
"How dare you insult my Mr. Su Yang in front of the people of Xishan? You really don't know how to write the word "death"!"
Xu Zengshou was stunned, but he still felt aggrieved.
"You idiots!"
"I'm doing this all for your own good!"
"Then Su Yang must be a demon from the White Lotus Sect. You have all been bewitched and deceived by him!"
Jian Xingfa: "???"
ha?
magician?
White Lotus Sect?
Where did this lunatic come from?
After hearing this, the soldiers on the side couldn't help but want to take action against Xu Zengshou.
Fortunately, Jian Xingfa stopped them to prevent this mean-mouthed guy from being beaten to death before he saw Mr. Su Yang.
"You southerners are so meticulous in your craftsmanship. Are your skills so low?"
"Even if you want to smear my Mr. Su Yang, you don't have to slander him as a White Lotus cult monster, right?"
The White Lotus Sect is quite famous, so even ordinary people like Jian Xingfa have heard of it.
This thing is a well-known demon sect. After the establishment of the Ming Dynasty, it was immediately included in the list of demon sects and suppressed the White Lotus Sect.
However, Mr. Su Yang and the White Lotus Sect have a relationship that even eight poles can't reach!
After all, you are also a craftsman from the south. When you come to the hinterland of the Yan Army in Xishan, you must be brave, not to mention that you are a skilled artist. You must have some brains, right?
How can you reveal your identity as soon as you get started and shout that you are a "careful worker"?
Xu Zengshou was almost stupid and simply stopped struggling.
Anyway, it’s impossible for Yan Jun to really kill him!
I guess my brother-in-law will send someone to chase him over to Xishan to save him!
When his identity is proven, he must question Su Yang face to face and see how this monster responds!
Soon the group arrived at Suyang Courtyard. Jian Xingfa reported to Ma Sanbao, who looked at Xu Zengshou in surprise.
Ma Sanbao has heard of Xu Zengshou, the brother-in-law of His Highness King Yan!
But he didn't know him and had never seen him before, so he couldn't confirm Xu Zengshou's identity.
After thinking about it, I decided to take him in directly and let the young master interrogate him.
Of course, Xu Zengshou was searched all over before entering.
This is just in case, to prevent someone from threatening Su Yang's safety.
After all the hardships, Xu Zengshou finally succeeded in meeting Su Yang, and he recognized the White Lotus Sect demon inside.
But the moment he saw Su Yang, suspicion arose in his heart.
Just because the person in front of me is so... plain.
That's right, plain, detached, and unhurried, as if everything in the world has nothing to do with him, and it doesn't interest him at all!
Xu Zengshou's eyes widened and he couldn't recover for a long time.
How could there be such a transcendent person in this world?
Is it possible that he is really an immortal?
Xu Zengshou was shocked.
Just when he was stunned, a voice came from behind him.
"Little Sambo, let me go in quickly."
"I have found some good tea for you, Wuyi Zuihaitang!"
"Mr. Yuan, please stop fussing. You have come forty-nine times this month, and the young master has rejected you forty-nine times. Why don't you give up?"
"Nonsense, you are a fed man and don't know how hungry a man is. The road is right in front of you. I have been trying my whole life to get a glimpse of it. Now that I have finally met my husband, how can I give up?"
"Get out of the way quickly. If you block my chance, I'll fight with you!"
Hearing this, Ma Sanbao could only shake his head and smile bitterly, and gave way to the road.
Immediately, a pot-bellied Taoist priest walked in, carrying a tea box in his hand. This person turned out to be the world-famous master of physiognomy, Yuan Gong!
"Sir, this is Zui Begonia from Wuyi Mountain, it's a real good thing!"
"Tingyu searched the entire northern Xinjiang and only found these three pills..."
Su Yang was originally sizing up Xu Zengshou. He had already determined the identity of this guy, but then Yuan Gong came, which gave Su Yang a headache.
Just because of this master of physiognomy, he was sure that Su Yang was some kind of banished immortal and had to join his sect. He even said that he would rather be a lackey of the young master's sect.
Can Su Yang not have a headache?
This is Yuan Gong, a master of physiognomy, whose name is recorded in history books!
If he really allowed such a legendary figure to become his disciple, wouldn't he die young?
Yuan Gong is already old and will soon be in his 60s. He is old enough to be Su Yang's grandfather. How could such an outrageous thing happen?
Furthermore, others don’t know Su Yang’s own level, but he himself doesn’t know it either.
Not to mention the art of physiognomy, he doesn’t even know much about Taoism. How can he be qualified to teach such a master of physiognomy!
It’s simply off the mark!
Therefore, no matter how much Yuan Gong begged, Su Yang gritted his teeth and refused to let go.
Yuan Gong came forty-nine times this month, and Su Yang rejected him forty-nine times without hesitation, showing no mercy.
Well, the main reason is that Su Yang is afraid of dying!
"Mr. Yuan, you really embarrassed me!"
"You are a world-famous master of physiognomy. Su knows nothing about physiognomy, so how can he be qualified to be your husband?"
"Don't bring up the matter of becoming a disciple again. Please take this Drunken Begonia Mr. Yuan back!"
Hearing this, Yuan Gong felt like he was struck by lightning.
He opened his mouth to say something, but his lips moved a few times, but still nothing came out. In the end, he could only sigh sadly, put Zui Begonia on the desk, and then bowed to Su Yang respectfully. Then he turned around and left, his back looking very lonely.
"etc!"
"Are you Mr. Yuan?"
"Master of physiognomy Yuan Tingyu?"
Xu Zengshou was shocked and asked in disbelief.
Yuan Tingyu, the master of physiognomy, actually wants to take this monster Su Yang as his teacher?
Is this really crazy?
Yuan Gong was already in a bad mood because he failed to become his disciple. When he heard this, he immediately looked at Xu Zengshou with a look of displeasure on his face.
"Where are you from?"
"Don't you know this is Su Sheng's place of spiritual cultivation?"
"How unbecoming is it to make such a noise... Hey, you have a very strange face!"
Yuan Gong originally wanted to teach Xu Zengshou a lesson, but when he noticed Xu Zengshou's appearance, he couldn't help being surprised.
As a master of physiognomy, he has some occupational diseases. Yuan Gong found it even more unbelievable when he took a closer look.
This guy's face is so strange!
He was obviously a middle-aged man with a premature death appearance, but at this moment, there was a faint change. The middle-aged death disaster seemed to have dissipated!
How can this be?
When Su Yang heard this, he also became interested.
"Mr. Yuan, can you see his face?"
After hearing this, Yuan Gong's heart moved and he realized that this might be his last chance.
"Young Master, this man has a serious look. There is a red aura in Yintang Sikong. This is a sign of great wealth, but there is a fierce and black aura hidden in the red aura. This is a sign of early death..."
Su Yang: "!!!"
Awesome!
He is indeed a master of physiognomy!
Xu Zengshou: "???"
Damn it?
Is it me?
