Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 202
An old housekeeper grabbed his lapel, walked quickly to the front of the hall, and bowed respectfully: "Master Changxian, master, the banquet is ready, please move to Yingxianyuan!"

However, this immortal master waved his hand and said with a smile: "No need, this immortal master has to hurry back and return to Guanshi Chen, next time."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Hu graciously persuaded him to stay several times, and then humbly and humbly sent this person towards the gate of the house.

And the old steward had already asked his servants to prepare chariots and horses and wait in front of the mansion, so as not to be too late to make arrangements.

When they arrived at the gate of the mansion, the two young servants in green clothes had already knelt down on the ground, using their backs as stools, and beside them were two beautiful maidservants who helped Chang Xianshi to board the carriage.

But just as this person got into the carriage, before the curtains had fallen, there was a sound of kicking on the straight bluestone road ahead.

I saw a young man in brocade clothes about [-] or [-] years old riding a bay red horse, galloping with whips and splashing, and behind him were eight middle-aged men riding black horses, all of them were the same. Dressed up in Tsing Yi, each of them had a lot of yellow rabbits, pheasants, and even a roe hanging on their saddles.

When they were several zhang away from the mansion, the young man pulled the reins and let out a cry.

The steed was in pain, its front hooves flew into the air, and its back kicked the ground, but the young man jumped up from the saddle nimbly, turned around in mid-air a few times, and landed safely, extremely chic.

The guards behind all clapped their hands and praised: "Young master is so handsome!"

"Father!" The boy smiled and came in front of the rich and handsome Mr. Hu.

However, Mr. Hu glanced at the carriage, yelled in his heart that he was not good, his face darkened immediately, and angrily said: "Nonsense, playing in the outfield all day, and still not going back to the house, I will settle the score with you later!"

"Master Hu, is this your son?" Master Chang Xian asked with a smile.

"The dog has no shape. It disturbed the immortal master. I hope you will forgive me!" Master Hu motioned to the old butler beside him to bring the young master into the mansion, and then quickly ran to the carriage, bowing and laughing repeatedly.

The bearded Master Changxian looked at the young man with a bright look, and then asked with a smile: "Master Hu, I have not been to your residence once or twice in the past few years, why have I never seen this young man? Could it be that you heard some gossip and deliberately hid from this immortal master?"

"Master Chang Xian is serious!" A fine layer of cold sweat broke out on Master Hu's forehead.

"That's good, how old is Master Hu's son? Don't lie to me, you can tell his age just by touching his bones." Chang Xianshi asked kindly.

"This... this... Gouzi just turned eighteen last month!" Master Hu hesitated at first, then gritted his teeth.

"That's not too young, I don't accept those under the age of 16 in principle, which is just right!" Chang Xianshi said to himself.

Then he put down the curtain of the car, and said in a deep voice: "I hope to see you in the mansion tonight, Mr. Hu, otherwise I won't be able to talk to Guanshi Chen!"

As soon as the words fell, the luxurious carriage drove towards the bluestone road and rumbled towards the outside.

Seeing the carriage disappear at the end of the road, Master Hu straightened up, his face was like a pig's liver, and then he raised his hand.

"Master, what are your orders?" The figure of the old steward appeared beside him like a ghost.

"Send someone to wait for the young master to bathe and freshen up, change into women's clothes, and carry him to the other courtyard where Master Chang Xian lives after nightfall. As for you?" Master Hu glared at the eight guards dressed in green clothes angrily.

Seeing this, everyone got off their horses in a panic and fell to their knees.

"How did the old man explain to you today, don't let the young master go back to the house, you can only come back when you are notified. Since you can't even understand the words, what is the use of you? Send them on the road!" Master Hu suppressed his anger, Then turn around and leave.

As soon as the words fell, everyone showed fear, but before they had time to react, the old steward turned his five fingers into claws, swayed around, and grabbed each of the eight people's celestial caps, and the guards fell silent and collapsed on the ground , Black and red blood flowed all over the place.

In just three to five breaths, twenty or thirty young servants ran out from the mansion, carried the corpse down, and skillfully wiped it with water.

The old steward turned around and left. When he reached the door, he told the guard indifferently: "Remember, from now on, the mansion can only listen to Master Ling alone. Do your best and don't get involved with other things, or you will end up like them." Same!"

These eight guards must have been bought by the lady in the backyard or the aunt who has children, and let this young master who is outstanding but somewhat innocent come back early, and deliberately picked this good time to remove them with the help of Chang Xianshi .

"Subordinates dare not!" Several guards knelt on one knee.

"It's fine if you don't dare. This family should be neat and tidy, otherwise they will be lonely on the road to Huangquan, so let's do it neatly." The old steward said, and walked towards the mansion.

He came first later and caught up with Master Hu who was clenching his fist behind him.

"Master, everything has been dealt with!"

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

"This matter is due to the negligence of the old slave, please punish the master!"

"This is not your fault."

"Master, do you really want to send the young master there? Although the man surnamed Chang is in the late stage of Qi refining, he is only a Dharma practitioner. He is weak and defenseless. If the dead men fight together, it may not be impossible to remove it." The old steward said through voice transmission.

These dead men of the Hu family secretly recruited some children with spiritual roots, and a few of them had the qualifications of the three spiritual roots.

Although their cultivation base is not bad, they no longer have personal will and only obey the Patriarch's orders.

It's just that this matter is strictly prohibited by various clans and families in the Western Regions. Once a child with the qualifications of the Three Spirit Roots is found, these secular families must send it.

"No, it's not easy for Chen Guanshi to explain. Once the matter is revealed, the hundreds of years of my Hu family's family business will be ruined. These monks are staring wolves who can't get enough to feed. The fairy master is almost fed. If he dies, the old man’s previous investment will be in vain. Since this child has no tricks, he can only blame himself. Son, I have enough, one is missing, but this hundred mu There is no need for Lingtian." Master Hu said in the same voice transmission, obviously his martial arts are not weak.

"Yes, the old slave went down to make arrangements!"

"Go!"

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three days later.

The old steward of the Hu family visited the Zhou residence in person, and was led by the servants to the waiting room.The two brothers Zhou Wenhong and Zhou Wenzhong sat on the left and right main seats respectively.

"This old man pays homage to Mr. Zhou." The old steward said with a smile.

"Guan Hu, please take a seat. I don't know what I'm here for today? Watching tea!" Zhou Wenhong's tone didn't fluctuate at all.

As soon as the words fell, the three maids walked in from the door, served tea, then turned and walked out.

The old steward picked up the tea, took off the tea lid, took a sip, and said softly, "It smells good in your throat, good tea. Master Zhou is very polite."

"Guan Hu is a great congenital master, and his strength is comparable to that of a monk in the middle stage of Qi refining. How can he be neglected?" Zhou Wenhong said with a smile.

"This old man is just an old slave of the Hu family, and he should not be so polite as the master of the Zhou family! Today, I took the liberty to visit the door to disturb you, but to run for Master Chang. The master wants to invite Master Zhou, a young talent, to enter the mansion tonight. Tell me." Manager Hu took out an invitation card from his sleeve with a half-smile.

How could the two brothers of the Zhou family not know who that Chang Xianshi was?This move is obviously ill-intentioned.

That Zhou Wen slapped the table angrily, and said coldly: "The Hu family's method is too low-handed, right?"

Manager Hu chuckled, and with a flick of two fingers, the invitation between his fingers shot past Zhou Wenzhong's ear, and was deeply embedded in the brick wall behind him, penetrating a stone inch deep.

"The old man is just an errand. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can talk to Chang Xianshi. But tonight, Chang Xianshi will see Mr. Zhou's family. By the way, the date for paying the autumn tax has been advanced. Tomorrow Immortal Master is about to summon the heads of the various families in the city in his mansion. I don’t know if Patriarch Zhou has received the news? This spirit stone must be ready, if it can’t be brought out, then my Hu family can help.” Manager Hu slowed down Get up slowly and walk out of the hall.

It's just that when this person just stepped over the threshold, his complexion suddenly changed, and he saw a silver light reflected in his eyes, which came in an instant.

Manager Hu didn't have time to think about it, so he drew out the soft sword hidden in his belt, and the sharp sword light about three inches long was condensed on the tip of the sword, facing the silver light.

It's just that the silver glow suddenly disappeared, piercing Guanshi Hu's dantian in a flash.

"Hmph!" Guanshi Hu let out a muffled sound, with blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth. As the internal energy dissipated, his appearance also began to age rapidly, and his breath was no longer as weak as before.

At this time, Cao Wei walked out from the corridor at the corner of the hall without haste, followed by Zhou Lin and Zhou Qing'er.

He walked past Guanshi Hu, who was half kneeling on the ground, without even looking at him, and then shook his head at Zhou Wenhong and said, "Nephew, how long has Fellow Daoist Zhou been gone, why does anyone dare to come to the house to act presumptuously?"

"Senior?" Hu Guanshi asked weakly.

"Old man Yin Chun, get out, let me spare your life today. For the old man, send a message to that junior surnamed Chang, tell him to roll over and see me tomorrow, or Daoyou Chen should find someone else to come over to collect taxes." Cao Wei waved He waved his hand, signaling to back down.

"Old slave obeys, thank Immortal Master Yin for not killing me." Guanshi stood up with difficulty, and staggered out.

Zhou Wenhong and Zhou Wenzhong had already got up, Cao Wei waved his sleeves, wiped off the remaining warmth from the chair, and sat down without hesitation.

That Zhou Lin family and Zhou Qing'er, who was already dressed in a woman's bun, stood quietly on the side, bowed their heads and remained silent.

"You two virtuous nephews, this fellow Daoist Chen wants to play you to death slowly! It seems that he is still brooding over what happened more than ten years ago. It's a pity, if fellow Daoist Zhou knew that this is the case today, he should have taken action at that time. It's just that he was punished by Bixia Village, so he won't die." Cao Wei chuckled lightly.

"Please help my uncle!" Zhou Lin begged softly.

"Saving lives is of course no problem, but what good does it do to this old man? Is it possible that you and Qing'er have served you well these few days, but this is not enough to make this old man fight against a monk of the same rank?" Cao Wei Said lightly.

"I don't know what uncle wants, just say it clearly. As long as my Zhou family has it, everything is fine!" Zhou Wenhong said in a deep voice.

"This old man and Zhou Daoyou have been good friends for many years. It's really a pity that he left! I want to take some of Zhou Daoyou's relics, and I have to keep them in mind!" Cao Wei said softly.

"I don't want my uncle and my father to have such a deep friendship. My nephew really admires it. It's just that the things left by my father are all in the ancestral house on the clan land, not in this Qifeng City." Zhou Wenhong nodded and said.

"This old man naturally understands this matter. Tomorrow, I will handle the matter of grading the Lingtian for you first. I think Chen Daoyou will give this old man some face. Zhou Daoyou got something before, and he will never take this thing with him Carry, if the old man can't find it, then don't blame me, my uncle, for ignoring you." Cao Wei said vaguely.

Some things don't need to be said too clearly.

In this way, the two brothers of the Zhou family did not dare to fool him, and thus took out all the relics of that fellow daoist Zhou.

After all, Yin Chun, whom Cao Wei aliased, has a certain interest and friendship with Zhou Daoyou, so it is naturally impossible for the two of them to confide in each other and talk about everything.

As a result, he doesn't know exactly what this Fellow Daoist Zhou left behind in the clan!
"Nephew dare not!" Zhou Wenhong said hastily.

Hearing this, Cao Wei chuckled, then got up and left, Zhou Lin and Zhou Qing'er followed with their heads down.

When the figures of the three disappeared outside the door, Zhou Wenhong closed his eyes and stood there for a long time without saying a word.

Zhou Wenzhong couldn't help being a little worried that day, put his shoulders on his shoulders, shook it, and said in a voice transmission: "Third brother! This is really deceiving people too much, otherwise we..."

"Silence. For the sake of the family, everything is worth it. At least my uncle still remembers the relationship he had with his father in the past. If it were replaced by other foundation-building monks, then we would have to pay more than that. Nothing is for nothing in this world. Since there is something you want from others, it will naturally satisfy your wish." Zhou Wenhong said in a deep voice.

"But..." Zhou Wen said angrily.

Seeing his appearance, Zhou Wenhong laughed instead, and said slowly: "Fourth brother, among us brothers, the third brother doesn't have the spiritual roots of the elder brother, nor does the business acumen of the second brother. You, but do you know that my father just chose me as the next generation Patriarch?"

Without waiting for Zhou Wenzhong to answer, Zhou Wenhong started talking to himself, and said: "Brother has spiritual roots, although he only has four spiritual roots, but no matter whether he can build a foundation or not, he must try his best, and naturally he has no spare time to take care of the affairs of the clan. The second brother is good at business, but because of this, he is too fussy. As for you, you are not stable enough, and you will inevitably be a little impulsive when you encounter problems. In the eyes of my father, I am the only one who can do anything for the family. Sigh... this world!"

As he said that, he gave a wry smile, and walked out in a sense of loss.

(End of this chapter)