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It's still better to be at home. Outside, my heart is always empty and restless these days. My parents were very happy when they saw me come back, so they specially prepared a few dishes for Master to come with us.

The four of us had six dishes and we were filled with meat. My father opened a bottle of the Five Grains Liquid, and my master was so happy that he rubbed his nose with his hand and said with squinted eyes, "Good wine, good wine, it's been a long time since I've had such a good wine."

At seven in the evening, the four of us sat in a private room. Mom and Dad, in order to be quiet, intentionally closed the door, so as to avoid disturbing the customers, and Master's alcohol tolerance was very good. When Dad saw Master drinking a cup of wine without batting an eyelid, he praised my Master's alcohol tolerance and said, "This is nothing, I just entered the Dao because of alcohol, it's fate."

Asking him why he said so, his master didn't answer and changed the topic, saying that the dishes were well-cooked. Indeed, Northeast people's dishes were usually heavy, salty, and liked all kinds of sauces, while Sichuan food was very spicy. As the Sichuan cook got used to the northeastern flavor, he got a little salty while spicy, which made him even more popular in Northeast China.

Sometimes, the smell of spicy food is also very tempting, but I know that if I eat it I will have a stomachache, if I eat it twice, I will have diarrhea, but if I eat three mouthfuls then I will have no head. Master showed me that I am cold, but now my body fitness is much better, I was sick when I was young, I exchanged blood with Hu Tai Niu, and after practicing the body tempering technique Master taught me, my body is getting better, but after seeing the spicy food I kept away from me, the shadow I left behind was too heavy.

After three rounds of drinks, five dishes, a big tongue from my master, a red face from my father, and a few beers from my mother, I had a great time drinking Coke. It seemed interesting to see the three of them getting drunk.

My parents kept thanking my master. Old Mrs. Liu told me that I'm a difficult child to deal with, and that no powerful person would be able to manage things easily. Moreover, once something happens, it will be a big matter. In my parents' eyes, the biggest thing was going to jail.

Old Mrs. Liu's words frightened my parents, and coincidentally, Old Mrs. Liu wanted to take me in as a disciple. My parents were so happy that they thought Mrs. Liu was a powerful person who could control me, and then Old Lady Liu died. My parents were momentarily at a loss, thinking that I was going to be left out of control in the future. Something is definitely going to happen. At this moment, my master appeared and said that Old Lady Liu entrusted me to him. At that time, my parents seemed to have seen their savior.

I don't know what my parents are worried about. I have always been an honest and introverted person, not to mention killing and arson, I have rarely fought with my classmates in school. At most, I would kick someone's butt when they weren't paying attention and run away, and my target would also only be Diao Yang and Zi Long, so I never thought that I would have the potential to go to jail.

His master boasted about how good his alcohol was as he poured it into his mouth without needing anyone to accompany him. My father saw that a bottle of Wuliangye was gone, and took out another bottle of Scattered White, the so called Scattered White was his own brewer's wine, sold in bulk or in weight, and the quality of the scattered white couldn't be guaranteed. Looking at the brewer's skills, my father's brewing skills are not bad, it's said that he learned it from my grandfather's younger brother, so why do I have to introduce him like this, because I've never seen this little grandpa before.

Seeing this, his Master became more spirited. Her sleepy eyes opened again. "Sure, this wine isn't bad. It's not worse than the Wuliangye Liquor just now." He poured himself a cup and took a sip, "Not only is it not bad, it's even better than that." I finished two glasses and burped. I patted my head lovingly and said, "This kid is pretty good, it's just that …" "Bad luck, sigh." My mother said that this child is unlucky to have a master like you. My master shook his head and said, "Sigh, my master is nothing. I'm just a swindler, trying to swindle other people's children."

I don't know if my parents believe me or not when he says this, but I do not believe that the heroic deeds of resisting the flood with Old Lady Liu are still fresh in my mind. He is not someone who can be trusted by an old man, and my parents also thought that he was amusing himself by saying that if Master Xu was a godly person, then the godly person would be too powerful.

I am a waste, the heavens know better than I am. Senior Liu thought his fate would be more than a hundred, but who would have thought that he would die young, and at that time, he was only familiar with me. In fact, I can no longer be considered a Daoist.

His parents were surprised. Master Xu was a capable person in their eyes. What did he mean by calling himself a trash? Seeing how the three of us were looking for him, Master had too much to drink. Otherwise, he wouldn't have said it out loud. Sighing, Master told him his past.

His mother really could not support him, so he sent his master to the monastery. At that time, the old Daoist priest in the monastery was already seventy or eighty years old, and he probably did not properly cultivate his Taoist skills, and he was sick as well, but fortunately, there were a lot of people in the monastery, and there were a lot of disciples under the old Daoist priest, which was also his master's seniors. At that time, the oldest was even older than his master's mother, and with so many people under her tutelage, he was working with his master in the monastery every day.

At the age of eight or nine, the old Daoist Priest's junior brother, who was also my master's real master, had returned. Qian Zhenyuan had given him the nickname of "Boss Qian". Qian Zhen was the old Daoist Priest's junior brother, but she was much stronger than him. Her size was smart, and her skills were not something to be reckoned with. When she reached thirty years of age, she believed that she could no longer stay in the sect.

Qian Zhenyuan had been living in the mountains for dozens of years. He was confident in her abilities and was determined to save the people. From the little village at the foot of the mountain, he had no problem at all.

It was reasonable to say that during that month, when the people were not living in peace, it was difficult for them to eat. There were many bandits on the mountain, and all they did was just for a bite of food. Generally, this kind of bandit would just go down the mountain and rob some food, but even if you gave it to him, it would be fine.

The family that Qian Zhenyuan had borrowed had just married the day before. That year, they weren't as busy as they were now, and the villagers were simple as well. If it was now, how could they live in a newly-wed house? Even if you starve to death, you don't need to be in charge. This family was simple, and they knew that their Master was a Taoist on the mountain. They had just gotten married, so they cleaned up the other house and gave it to Qian Zhen to live in.

On the second day of the wedding, there was a group of bandits, perhaps it was rumored that this family was going to marry a new wife, or perhaps it was just a coincidence, on the second night, before it was completely dark, five or six people came riding their horses, armed with swords and spears, running towards them, this family did not think too much about it, they just had to admit their bad luck, the bandits at that time were quite reasonable, they did not offend people easily, they were forced by the poor to become bandits, they even asked for food from you, you are polite, of course, if you came against them, then don't blame them for being more ruthless than you, for killing like a person.

The bandits, on the other hand, were not like this. They went into the village, where the bandits' heads were only five or six, and their sideburns were big and tall, and their hair was all black, and their faces were full of smiles as they came in. Their family name was Lin, and the groom, Lin Quan, was usually a simple and honest person, but he had offended the village chief, and if there was a village chief at that time, he would just be elected.

The son of the village chief was called Zhao Baohe, and that kid was not a good person. At that time, the village chief had a lot of children, and the village chief only had one child. Before, he never would have dared to think of this child, and this child was only found when the village chief was almost thirty years old.

They were all from the same village and basically knew each other. Lin Manchu was always together with his childhood sweetheart, Hua Qingmei, and one day Zhao Baohe saw it. Zhao Baohe was quite jealous and thought to himself: How is my Zhao Bao any worse than that Lin Manchuan? At that time, marrying a wife was easier said than done. Men were worthless, women were even more so, men could work, there was food to be had, women could not work, many families were looking forward to marrying their girls out.

The Village Chief had actually wanted to find Zhao Baohe a wife a long time ago, but this Zhao Baohe was a little arrogant, and even the village girls looked down on him.

How many pretty girls were there that year? On this day, Zhao Bao was chatting happily with Hua Qingmei, and the more he looked at Hua Qingmei, the more he liked her. As he thought about it, he went home and told his father that his father was trying to persuade Zhao Baohe that they were going to have a baby marriage and that Zhao Baohe was going to give up on it, and that if he wasn't happy, then I would become a Chinese Cyan Plum, and the more you said, the more stubborn I am, and the more he would mess with my father.

What does the mayor want?" No matter how old you are, as long as this couple agrees with you, as long as it's not a big deal. Moreover, this Zhao Bao looks really bad, he's short, ugly and inner-eight characters tall, he'll be out of breath after a few quick steps, he has a mole on his eyelid, a few boils on his neck, in the words of now, he's a fatty tumor, his hair is sparse, he looks like a living bastard from a distance, he's even worse at work, a twenty year old man, but he can eat a lot, a few big steamed buns and a big bowl of soup, he can sleep, he doesn't know how bad his body looks are.