Jiang Ziya, who looked like an old man, flashed past easily like a monkey, stretched out his free hand, and lightly touched the young man's back. The young man collapsed to the ground like mud.
"Old man, when I get up, I will take good care of you."
The young man did not admit defeat at all, tilting his head and shouting.
Jiang Ziya ignored it and continued fishing.
On the bank of the Weishui River, the wind was rustling, but the scene was a bit strange.
The middle-aged woodcutter who came with the young man came over and said cautiously: "Old man, Wu Ji is young and ignorant. Please let him go if you have enough."
When Jiang Ziya heard this name, he was shocked. Not long ago, he calculated through the innate gossip that he would accept a man named Wu Ji as his disciple.
"Your name is Wu Ji, and there is only one mother in the family."
The young man, Wu Ji, was stunned, and then asked: "Old man, this is the first time we meet, how do you know that I only have one mother in my family?"
Jiang Ziya smiled and said nothing. Yes, that was him. The divination showed that this young man lost his father and was raised by his mother. He was destined to be his apprentice.
But there is a problem at the moment. This apprentice has suffered a bloody disaster and is a bit unruly. We need to dampen his spirit first.
Thinking of this, Jiang Ziya moved his hands a little, and Wu Ji, who could not move at first, was fine.
"I'm ready"
Wu Ji got up from the ground and stretched his muscles. Seeing that he was fine, he looked at Jiang Ziya with a hint of awe.
A middle-aged woodcutter on one side was busy pulling Buji.
"The old man has let you go, so hurry up and leave."
Wu Ji just said that he wanted to settle a score with Jiang Ziya, but it was actually just to show his dignity. After hearing what his companion said, he left in a panic without caring about anything else.
Jiang Ziya looked at the direction where Wu Ji disappeared and let out a hearty laugh.
"Old man, what are you laughing at?"
A sudden voice sounded.
Jiang Ziya turned around and looked.
From the grass, an old man dressed in simple but indescribable nobility walked out. Beside him was a young man with a somewhat unruly expression, who was supporting the old man.
"Without him, I just met a destined person."
Jiang Ziya put away his smile and looked at the old man calmly.
The person who has been waiting for him has finally arrived, Xibo Hou Jichang.
Is it really Ji Chang who came? Of course not, the old man is actually Chu Feng. Ji Chang is over seventy years old this year. In order to make himself look older, Chu Feng specially asked Nezha to become a young man to support him.
"Old man, did you know that there is a sage here named Jiang Ziya?"
Chu Feng, come up and go straight in.
Jiang Ziya didn't expect Xibo Hou Jichang to be so direct. He paused and was about to answer.
"That's you"
Chu Feng's tone was calm, and he didn't seem to be excited at all when encountering the sage.
Jiang Ziya nodded blankly, wondering why Xibo Hou Jichang was a little different from the legend.
Chu Feng groaned and looked at the hook of the fishing rod.
"The hook is straight——"
Jiang Ziya twisted his beard and smiled, with an unfathomable expression on his face.
"Ning Zai——"
"It's better to take what's straight than to seek what's wrong." Chu Feng finished what Jiang Ziya wanted to say first.
"Well"
Jiang Ziya was stunned like a cat stuck in the neck.
You've already said it, how can I still be so incomprehensible (pretending to be cool)!
"You use a straight hook to fish?" Nezha asked, then shook his head: "I did it before when I was at the East China Sea, it's nothing strange."
Jiang Ziya no longer knew what to say. This was completely different from what he had imagined.
"Well, what are you capable of? Let Xibohou see it."
Nezha spoke again, looking arrogant, as if he was picking goods at the market.
Jiang Ziya frowned, turned his head away, and ignored him.
Seeing this, Nezha turned his head and said to Chu Feng: "This man can't even tell what he is capable of. He doesn't have much capability even if he thinks about it. Let's go back!"
"Okay, let's go look elsewhere."
Chu Feng nodded cooperatively.
"..."
Jiang Ziya's heart felt so cold at this moment. It shouldn't be that the sage was found by the monarch after all the hard work. The monarch treated him politely, and the sage reluctantly agreed.
Why didn't he even ask and just left?
What should I do next? Should I go back and tell my master that Xibohou doesn't like me?
Chu Feng, who had walked more than ten steps, suddenly turned back.
Jiang Ziya felt relieved. Fortunately, he came to his senses. As long as you speak politely, Pindao will go back with you to help you govern the country and help you overthrow the tyrannical Shangtang.
With the support of Nezha, Chu Feng came closer and found fish in Jiang Ziya's fish basket. He asked politely: "Sage, how do you sell the fish in your basket?"
Jiang Ziya's heart felt cold again. Since you know that Pindao is a sage, you shouldn't ask about the way to govern the country. You ask what the fish in the basket are doing. You are really the Xibohou Jichang who is respected by everyone.
Fish is so delicious!
"Fish, not for sale!"
Jiang Ziya uttered three words in frustration.
Chu Feng stared at the fish in the basket for a long time, and then said with a leisurely expression: "Governing a big country is like cooking small delicacies, spreading the word to the world, its ghosts are not gods. If it is not its ghosts, it is not gods, its gods will not hurt people. Neither gods will hurt others, nor saints will hurt others. Husbands and wives will not hurt each other, so the virtues are restored."
Jiang Ziya looked shocked and replied: "If you cook the fish, it will break into pieces. If you treat the people's troubles, they will fall apart. If you know how to cook the fish, you will know how to treat the people."
Nezha, who had never read a book, was confused. What are you two talking about?
Chu Feng laughed.
"Then ask the sage to make a fish soup and show it to me."
Jiang Ziya's expression froze.
“I am not good at cooking”
"Do it first and see"
Chu Feng was speechless, he was also a man who was good at talking.
…
In front of a thatched house with two rooms next to each other not far from the Weishui River, Jiang Ziya was busy setting up shelves and cooking. There was dirt on my clothes and face.
Nezha, who was silent along the way, said to Chu Feng in a low voice: "What this man just said is that when you cook fish, it will break if you are troubled, and if you govern the people, they will fall apart if you are troubled. If you know how to cook fish, you will know how to govern the people. He looks very powerful, but he is so bad with his hands." , he can’t be a liar.”
Jiang Ziya moved his lips but said nothing.
Half an hour later, after eating and drinking enough, Chu Feng stood up and cupped his hands.
Jiang Ziya was shocked. Xibohou finally spoke. He said that after more than forty years on the mountain, he planned to practice Taoism and become an immortal. Unexpectedly, he returned to the human world. In fact, being a prime minister in the human world, with a high position and authority, was quite good.
"Thank you, Dao Zhang Jiang, for your hospitality. I still have a lot of political affairs to deal with, so I will go back now."
Chu Feng looked grateful.
"Thank you, Dao Zhang Jiang, for your hospitality."
Nezha followed Chu Feng's example and bowed his hands.
How could this happen? Jiang Ziya still didn't like him. For the third time, Jiang Ziya felt cold inside.
"Farewell"
"Farewell"
Chu Feng and Nezha left the fenced courtyard under Jiang Ziya's almost resentful gaze.
For a long time, Jiang Ziya looked at the sky in the yard with a look of despair.
"Master, my disciple is incompetent."
…
Thirty-five miles away, in a woods, Chu Feng and Nezha, one big and one small, stared blankly at Shen Gongbao and Xibohou in the distance.
