Liu Xing didn't dare to ask how the temple's sesame oil money would be divided. Let's leave the fight between the gods to the old god Zhang himself.
However, as a student, you cannot skip the welcome banquet for your teacher.
Liu Xing ordered a fine banquet for Zhang Xiu at the best restaurant in the capital. Zhang Xiu nodded and took the seventh prince Li Yu, who happened to be meeting, with him to the banquet.
Originally, as a foreign minister, he was not allowed to have private contact with the prince, but considering that the person hosting the banquet was Liu Xing, this rule was in vain.
After all, who in the whole court dared to criticize this old man, the ministers who were not afraid of being thrown into prison, or the grandson of the emperor?
Half an hour later, Li Yu bowed and sat down according to the rules of the palace, picked up his chopsticks, and suddenly found that the table of food and wine had been cleared away, and his outstretched hand suddenly froze in mid-air.
Ao Xue smacked her mouth with unfinished thoughts, showing a look of regret: "It only took one meal, and you finished it in one meal?"
Zhang Xiu picked out a chicken butt from the vegetable bowls piled in front of him like a mountain, put it on Yan Feng's plate, and said, "Brother Yan, I'll give you an extra meal!"
Yan Feng glanced at him helplessly: "Fifty years have passed and you still haven't remembered that I really don't like chicken butts..."
Liu Xing chuckled, looking at the scene in front of him, he was transported back to the days when he was a boy studying in school.
At that time, he and a group of classmates were attending classes, having fun, and graduating without any worries.
In just a blink of an eye, he was already in his sixties.
But the teacher and dean in front of me are still in their prime, how can this be justified...
With a sigh, he turned to look at Li Yu, who was crying and laughing, and asked, "How is your father's health lately?"
Li Yu quickly replied: "I'm sorry for your concern, Mr. Yin. My father is in good health, but he is addicted to alcohol from time to time. He gets drunk when he drinks. Even though my mother tried to persuade me, I still can't get rid of my alcoholism."
Zhang Xiu took a bite of the shark's fin and said, "I have experience in giving up alcohol addiction!"
Li Yu was overjoyed and asked quickly: "Dare I ask the Holy Master, do you have any magic tips for getting rid of alcohol addiction?"
Zhang Xiu said confidently: "My teacher Wang Xu is also an old alcoholic. He has been drinking for eighty years. Since he listened to my advice, he has been abstinent for twenty years."
Li Yu stood up and saluted respectfully: "Please ask the Holy Master to give you a wonderful method!"
Zhang Xiu smiled and waved his hand: "There is no magical method, the secret is only three words - don't breathe! You don't know that since my teacher died, he has not drank at all in the past 20 years!"
Li Yu: "..."
Yan Feng complained with a slight twitch in his eyes: "This is really a good idea. This way, his father will not only stop drinking, but also other bad habits!"
Liu Xing sighed in admiration and said with a look of admiration: "My teacher is really a god. He solved the problem that the students couldn't solve for ten years as soon as he opened his mouth!"
Seeing how clearly the emperor had been arranged, Manager Wang's face turned blue with fright, and he trembled and said: "The late emperor... ahem, your majesty is still very diligent and caring for the people."
Liu Xing couldn't help but smile when he saw that Mr. Wang believed it was true. Without explaining, he said to Zhang Xiu: "Teacher, you came at the right time today.
There was a man in the East Market who was good at fortune-telling and could tell people's fate of life and death. The day before yesterday, I passed by his hexagram stall and he said that I would die within three days. If I gave him a thousand taels of silver, he would relieve me of my death. "
"Although the student is already in his sixties, he still wants to survive. I asked the teacher to help me see if the fortune teller's predictions are accurate."
Zhang Xiu looked at Liu Xing in surprise for a few times, then closed his eyes and muttered some calculations. After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes: "Oh, Liu Xing, you are really in danger of death!
Considering our years of friendship between teachers and students, I don’t want one thousand taels of silver. You only need to give me nine hundred taels, and I will help you get rid of this fatal disaster! "
Liu Xing: "..."
The relationship between teachers and students that we share for more than fifty years is worth a hundred taels, right?
Although Liu Xing was born as a rebel, he also suffered from the common human habit of becoming more afraid of death as he got older. Now that he heard his "mentor" personally confirming his death, he felt a little scared.
After returning home, Liu Xing followed Zhang Xiu's instructions and sat upright in the hall, quietly observing the movement.
At night, Liu Xing closed the door, turned on the light, and sat in the room leaning on his sword.
Just after the first watch, he suddenly heard the sound of rustling ropes in the crack of the window. He looked quickly and saw a little man coming in with a spear on his shoulder. As soon as he landed, he became as tall as an ordinary person.
Liu Xing was startled, and then he instinctively drew his sword and slashed at the villain, but he missed the hit.
The villain seemed to be frightened by the fierce Liu Xing. His body shrank sharply, and he looked for a crack in the window again, trying to escape.
A murderous look flashed in Liu Xing's eyes. He waved the sword in his hand and a cold light flashed. Hearing a pop, the villain fell down.
He stepped forward and shined a lamp on it. He turned out to be a paper man, which had been cut in half by his sword.
"this……"
Liu Xing looked at the paper man on the ground with a surprised expression.
At this time, Yan Feng and Zhang Xiu walked out of the back hall together and said firmly: "This is Maoshan Technique. Someone wants to harm you."
Liu Xing thought for a while, then shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I have been working as Jing Zhaoyin for fifty years. I have so many enemies that I can't even think of who wants to harm me..."
Zhang Xiudao: "It's simple. Just catch the Maoshan Taoist priest and ask him." After saying that, he used the invisibility technique, suspended his head in the air, and quietly hid behind the door.
Seeing this, Yan Feng took a deep breath with toothache: "Brother Zhang, it's been fifty years, and your invisibility still looks so scary..."
Zhang Xiu said dissatisfied: "Stop blabbering, what does my invisibility mean? Even if you don't use any spells, why don't you look scary?"
Yan Feng: "..."
Look at my memory. How could I have forgotten your infuriating mouth? If I argue with you again, I will be a hammer!
While he was talking, a monster came in through the window, with a face as hideous as a ghost.
Zhang Xiu suddenly jumped out from behind him and slapped him on the shoulder.
The monster was startled, and when it saw Zhang Xiupiao's head flying in the air, it jumped back in fright and screamed: "Ghost!!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Feng swung his sword with his right hand, and the monster was instantly cut into two parts, and the two parts of the body began to squirm on the ground at the same time.
Yan Feng frowned and waved his fingers repeatedly. With the sword energy flowing horizontally and vertically, the monster was cut into thousands of pieces. The corpse fell to the ground piece by piece. It turned out to be a clay doll made of clay.
After dealing with the clay puppets, Yan Feng's expression became serious and he said to Zhang Xiu: "Gold, wood, water, fire, earth, the Five Elements Substitution Technique, Brother Zhang, this Maoshan Taoist priest has some Taoism!"
Zhang Xiu's eyes lit up: "Whether he is powerful or not doesn't matter, the main thing is that metallic substitute... is it made of gold?"
Yan Feng: "..."
I don’t need to explain to you any more! !
(End of chapter)
