The Taoist master should restrain himself, the country will soon be unable to continue

Chapter 54 Stepping out in one step, retreating from all water (seeking subscription)
"Oh, old Zou, I have something important to ask you."

Seeing that Zou Pingcheng was full of resentment, Fu Qinglian laughed and comforted him: "Next time I invite you to come to my house to do calligraphy together, and I will lend you my ivory grape squirrel brush."

Hearing this, Zou Pingcheng stared, his face was full of astonishment, the resentment on his face was completely replaced by surprise and ecstasy.

"Old Fu, are you serious?"

"I can still lie to you."

"Hahahaha, this is what you said, don't go back on your word."

After getting the affirmation, Zou Pingcheng was ecstatic, with a look of joy on his face.

The ivory-carved grape squirrel writing brush is worth millions. Apart from its exquisite and beautiful appearance, its practicality is also outstanding.

Especially for calligraphy lovers like them, a good writing brush is like a magic weapon for soldiers, if you use it, it will get twice the result with half the effort.

"Eh, no."

Zou Pingcheng found a seat, but just as he sat down, he immediately stood up.

"Old Fu, what kind of medicine do you sell in your gourd? If you don't have anything to show courteousness, it's either rape or stealing."

Zou Pingcheng squinted his eyes and stared at the principal Fu Qinglian. The two had known each other for decades, and he knew each other's character well.

Although it can't be said to be a search, but to Fu Qinglian, the ivory-carved grape writing brush is like a family heirloom, and it is absolutely impossible to borrow it.

But now he is so generous, which surprised Zou Pingcheng, and seriously suspected that the other party was going to do something wrong.

However, in the face of such a great temptation, Zou Pingcheng was also reluctant to give up.

"Old Fu, stop hesitating, just tell me, if there is anything you want me to do."

"Since you've said that, I won't beat around the bush."

Seeing Zou Pingcheng's downcast face, Fu Qinglian said with a smile: "Isn't it going to be a holiday soon, and then the school will start in two months, and we have a meeting recently to discuss the issue of recruiting new students."

"That's right. Although our school is only an ordinary second-education school, the enrollment of new students is stable at about 1 students every year."

Zou Pingcheng asked in confusion: "Is there any problem? You don't think it's too little, do you?"

"if not?"

Hearing this, Fu Qinglian rolled his eyes at Zou Pingcheng speechlessly. As the principal, how could he not hope that the school will be better and better?
Even, he had already been preparing for the school's impact in the early years, but the conditions were extremely harsh, and the number of new students enrolled was a major difficulty.

Since the school is a secondary school, those who are capable will definitely choose a better one. Basically, most students have just reached the score line and can only study here.

"In the past two years, I have seen that many of their schools have posted videos on the Internet to promote their own schools, called admission brochures."

Fu Qinglian said slowly.

"Our school also has them."

"Is that the enrollment brochure? That's clearly a reduction in enrollment, and the quality of the video is too low."

"Uh, you should have said it earlier, I'll ask them to change it next time."

Zou Pingcheng coughed lightly in embarrassment, and replied perfunctorily that although he is the director, he is old and doesn't pay much attention to the Internet, but he has a soft spot for calligraphy.

"no need."

Fu Qinglian felt speechless for Zou Pingcheng's lack of self-motivation. No wonder the school was developing slowly, and the leaders were so flat-minded. How could the students be so energetic?

"I saw on the Internet that there is a Daoist priest named Qingyang Daoist recently. I have followed him for a long time and found that he is elegant both in his discussions and in his actions."

"In addition, he is very popular on the Internet now, and many young people like him very much, so I plan to ask you to invite him to our school to give a lecture, so as to indirectly promote our school."

"what?"

Zou Pingcheng was startled, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Fu Qinglian with a look of disbelief: "Are you okay?"

"Let a Taoist priest come to our school to give lectures. What are you talking about? The Tao Te Ching?"

"Isn't everyone talking about science these days? If you invite a Taoist priest to give a lecture, isn't that promoting religious culture?"

"Not right."

For Zou Pingcheng's questioning and veto, Fu Qinglian seemed to have expected it, and didn't say much, just turned the computer screen over.

"Look at this first."

After finishing speaking, Fu Qinglian played the scene of Su Yang knocking on the wooden fish and reciting scriptures.

Seeing this, Zou Pingcheng frowned. He was completely unwilling, but he did not refuse due to the face of the principal.

But as the video played, the impatience on Zou Pingcheng's face gradually dissipated, replaced by shock and immersion.

He didn't come back to his senses until the end of the video.

"Do you believe me this time?"

Seeing his immersed look, Fu Qinglian chuckled lightly.

This time, Zou Pingcheng didn't speak, but just nodded. He was still recalling the scene just now in his mind, and couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Recently, Daoist Qingyang just arrived in Jiangzhou, so I will trouble you to find him. It's best as soon as possible. I'm worried that Daoist will leave after two days."

"Okay, I promise to invite Daoist Qingyang to you."

After taking a deep breath and calming down the shock in his heart, Zou Pingcheng agreed firmly.

In the early morning of the next day, Su Yang got up and looked at the dark clouds and heavy rain outside the window, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

It's not that it's not easy to drive on a rainy day, but it was windy and rainy outside all night yesterday, accompanied by a burst of lightning and thunder from time to time, and the movement was not small.

"It looks like it's going to rain for the next few days."

Su Yang sighed, washed up briefly, packed his bags, checked out of the room, started the broadcast, and continued on his way.

After a night of rain, the streets are already full of stagnant water, and even the drainage systems on some roads have been in disrepair for a long time, and the stagnant water has covered the calves.

Pedestrians look at the sidewalk that has been submerged like a vast ocean, even if the light is green, they are still hesitant and dare not go forward.

I'm afraid it's just a kick, it's a trivial matter if the pants are wet, but it's a big embarrassment if you lose your balance and fall.

After Su Yang came out of the hotel, he didn't hold an umbrella, and this strange behavior naturally attracted the different eyes of many passers-by.

In fact, if you observe carefully, you will find that the huge drop of rainwater fell on Su Yang's body, about a centimeter away, as if encountering resistance, unable to go any further, and could only slide down to the side.

Along the way, not only did Su Yang not get wet, but every time he lifted his leg and landed, the water in the potholes miraculously retreated away.

When he came to the intersection, Su Yang saw that the green light was on and there were no vehicles on the road, but none of the pedestrians dared to cross the water, and they were all hesitant.

Some people even turned around and left when they saw such deep water, and took a Didi car aside.

"Brother, don't you have an umbrella? I have it, here it is."

Among the crowd, a woman held an umbrella in one hand and held a seven or eight-year-old boy in the other.

Seeing that Su Yang was drenched in the rain, the little boy took the initiative to hand over the small umbrella in his hand.

Maybe the umbrella was too small for Su Yang to hold it, but the love of the little boy warmed Su Yang's heart.

"No, my brother has a way in the past, you look forward to it."

Su Yang glanced at the little boy with a smile, and then lightly waved the whisk in his hand towards the sidewalk full of water.

On the sidewalk, the stagnant water that was originally enough to cover the calves miraculously receded from the middle to both sides, exposing the sidewalk under the stagnant water.

All passers-by watching this miraculous scene were dumbfounded and paled.

Even the people who looked at Su Yang strangely before now only have a look of shock in their eyes.

The live broadcast room, which had just started broadcasting, exploded because of this.

"Holy shit, so handsome, the Taoist priest stepped forward, and Fan Shui backed away!"

"This is what I dreamed of doing when I was a child, the Taoist priest begged for teaching!"

"Can the Taoist priest treat me like this? I have a lot of water."

(End of this chapter)