What is he afraid of?
Tong Rui was stunned, but rolled his eyes at his grandson, "I have old arms and legs, and I may not have a few more years to live. What do you think I'm afraid of?"
Speaking of this, Tong Rui sighed and his tone became a little softer.
"Our shaman is too radical. I am afraid that she has offended others without realizing it; I am also afraid that you have given your heart and soul, only to be let down; and I am even more afraid that you will be like your Ama and call me a white-haired person. Dark-haired man.”
It was the first time that Tong Jianye heard his father say soft words, and he was still a little uncomfortable. He rubbed his hands and said: "Master, you know me. I have always envied you and Alin Mafa's attitude of strategizing and winning thousands of miles since I was a child. I swear. When I grow up, I will be like you and devote myself to Changbai Village till death.
Unfortunately, with the deaths of Aunt Gileta and Amma, the situation outside has become more and more serious, and such a powerful Alinmafa has to ask everyone to retreat and keep a low profile.
And I, even if I become a civil servant, am still just a farmer. But now, Master Shaman has given me a stage where I can use my talents.
As the saying goes, a scholar will die for his confidant. Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety cannot have both ends..."
Tong Jianye looked at his father's face as he said it. Although his face remained unchanged, his eyes narrowed and he looked at the crutches beside the kang. He quickly jumped to the side, two meters away.
"Don't be angry yet, and don't make a move, I haven't finished speaking yet!"
Tong Rui was so angry with his grandson, "Okay, you say it! If you don't tell me a flower now, I will beat you to death first, so that you don't get angry with me first."
Tong Jianye was a little aggrieved and muttered: "If you can't talk, just do it. I'm so old and my son is about to get a wife. Can you save some face for me!"
"What are you talking about?"
Seeing his old man narrowing his eyes again, Tong Jianye said quickly: "Sir, I don't want to die. Yun Shu, well, the shaman won't let me die either."
As he spoke, he pulled out a black rope from the collar of his clothes, on which hung a one-inch turtle shell with mysterious patterns flashing on it.
As Jin Alin's confidant, Tong Rui naturally has some knowledge.
"Is this a protective weapon?"
Tong Jianye shook his head and started to murmur again, "You keep guessing, be bold. No one will know if you guess wrong, and I won't laugh at you."
For the first time, Tong Rui felt that his grandson was not only unworthy but also childish, but how could the little bird be defeated by the thieves in his hometown?
Tong Rui has a wine glass in one hand and a pipe in the other. He drinks a sip of wine and smokes a cigarette. From time to time, he takes a bite of spicy rabbit, and occasionally pinches a few fried peanuts. He just feels so good to be alive.
Tong Jianye was dumbfounded when he saw his father's attitude of "If you like to talk, you will pull him down if you don't talk."
"Master, if you don't play like this, why are you trying to satisfy your grandson's vanity? I've been frustrated with this for so many years."
This tone of voice is aggrieved. If you don’t look at the sullen look on his face, you’d think he was three years old!
But don't say it, it worked. At least Tong Rui's power was broken instantly. The puff of smoke he inhaled almost came out of his ears, and he choked with tears.
After Tong Jianye patted his grandfather's back and chest, and finally regained his breath, both the grandfather and grandson were sweating. When the two took a sip of wine, they met and laughed.
Tong Jianye poured another glass of wine for his father, "You're smiling a lot, and it's not in vain for your grandson to risk being whipped and kiss him in colorful clothes."
After the grandfather and grandson sat cross-legged across the kang table, Tong Jianye threw the turtle shell pendant around his neck onto the kang, and saw the turtle shell getting bigger and bigger as it hit the ground.
When the turtle shell became as big as the lid of an eight-sided cauldron [a large pot used in rural stoves], the arms, legs and head stretched out from underneath, transforming the turtle into a living person.
And when this "man" who looked like a tortoise turned into a spirit put a bamboo hat that appeared out of thin air on his right hand on his head, he clasped his fists at Tong Jianye and said: "Under the shaman, the shield guards are ordered to protect the foreign affairs deacon. "
Tong Rui was dumbfounded and also felt in disbelief. He subconsciously looked at the "person's" feet and saw that they were indeed one foot off the ground.
"This, this, this..."
When did soldiers and guards become so common?
You must know that he has followed Lord Alin all his life, but he has not been treated like this. It is not that Jin Alin is reluctant to part with it, but that the refining of Bingwei is really difficult (Chapter 187).
Although we know that this shaman has an extraordinary origin, the strength she shows can always refresh everyone's guesses about her countless times.
If Jin Alin didn't leave any backup for her, whether it was spiritual servants or military guards, she had refined them all by herself in such a short period of time, then her strength would definitely exceed everyone's imagination.
Tong Jianye knew that his master would not be able to remain calm after seeing this, so he said happily: "Master, don't worry. The shaman is very protective of those he approves of."
Looking at his grandson's expression, Tong Rui knew that he was completely conquered by the "young" shaman.
"To defeat the enemy with military force, the most important thing is to attack the heart."
It has to be said that this shaman master is not only extremely powerful in terms of force, but he is also unrivaled in strategy. Especially with his methods of controlling his subordinates, he is really willing to take advantage of them.
Tong Rui ignored his grandson, but looked at Dun Bingwei floating beside him, and said politely: "I wonder what you call me?"
Tong Rui has naturally seen soldiers and guards, and naturally knows that they are intelligent, but it is like a blank paper at the beginning, and it takes time to paint on it.
For example, the shield guard at this moment, although he is so close, is covered by a bamboo hat and cannot see his face clearly, but it does not prevent Tong Rui from feeling his rigidity. It is obvious that he has just been "born" and can only press the button. Act on command.
But he still made a mistake.
Since he knew that Dunbei had just been "born" and was like a blank piece of paper, his questions should be simpler and more straightforward, otherwise he would not be like this. After waiting for a long time, Dunbei on the other side did not speak, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. Embarrassed.
Tong Jianye pinched his thigh and grimaced in pain, then he couldn't hold back from laughing, and then coughed.
"Sir, Master Shaman said that although Dunshi is very capable, he is not very intelligent. He may not be able to understand what you are saying, and he will have to teach him slowly."
Tong Rui was speechless for a moment.
When Dunshi heard Tong Jianye mention his name, he looked at Tong Jianye, as if waiting for his instructions.
"Master Shaman means that this shield guard will follow me from now on. How to train it, of course, I have the final say. But now I am also in a mess, so I was thinking about it..."
When Tong Jianye said this, he rubbed his hands and looked at his grandfather with a flattering look on his face, "Master, you have to help me!"
Tong Rui had some thoughts in his mind. Although he was afraid that this military guard was actually a double-faced warrior, if he said no, let alone the shaman who couldn't pass it, even his own grandson would certainly not be able to understand it.
After all, it is such an honor and trust to be given military guards by the shaman himself, and to be able to train him to be what he wants.
It's time to make a decision!
Tong Rui stood up, looked at his grandson, and said seriously: "I'm going to see the shaman, you don't have to come with me."
Tong Jianye seemed a little confused, "Sir, we can't talk about anything tomorrow. Besides, I heard Gao Zhengbin say that the shaman has guests tonight and I'm afraid he won't have time to entertain you."
Tong Rui, who was getting off the kang and putting on his shoes, paused and said, "What kind of guest? Why haven't I heard about anyone coming to visit them so late at night?"
First, some people brought all kinds of food to the shaman at any time, and now there are guests coming during the month.
And he didn't even know all this!
Tong Rui breathed out slowly, put her shoes on the kang and took a sip of wine, "Baksh, do you think grandpa is really old?"
Tong Jianye lowered his head, his eyes a little dark, but in the blink of an eye, his expression turned into a playful smile.
"I'm not old, I'm not old. Why am I old? I'm already forty, but you're still the same as when my grandson was just born! Don't tell me, if you look closely... Wow, Master, what did you eat? You look better than you did then. My son is still young."
Tong Rui was shocked and stared at his grandson. Seeing his playful smile, he felt relieved and cursed with a smile: "What can I eat? If it weren't for my grandson's wife, I would hardly be able to eat meat."
"Master, look at what you said. If I didn't have my grandson, where would you get your grandson's wife! Wow, be merciful, Shield Ten, help me."
Although neither grandma nor grandson are good at martial arts, they could see that they had some skills as they grabbed the plate of spicy rabbit and chopsticks flying around.
Qi Fengling, also known as Ge Ludai, listened to the movement in the study room, smiled, and turned to the kitchen to cook a pot of hangover soup.
The night was getting darker, the moon had reached the treetops, and the red lantern at the entrance of the village was swaying in the night wind. At this moment, Yun Shu's guests entered Changbai Village.
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