northernbook Chapter 276 His social bullshit has attacked again!
Chapter 276 His social bullshit has attacked again!
Lin Beifan invited the old man into the city.
This sentence, he simply pushed aside the clouds and mist to see the sky, and let him see a chance for a breakthrough!
Lin Beifan smiled slightly: "Senior, to be honest, your gun is very ordinary..."
The old man thought for a while, and put his magic gun in front of him: "Come and see, how is this gun in this seat?"
"Really? Why do I feel like a nonsense..." Ye Laixiang fell into deep thought.
Lin Beifan folded his hands together, like an old magic stick, and said in a spirited manner: "Buddha is Tao, martial arts is Tao, everything is Tao! Dao is simple, Dao is natural, Dao is everywhere!"
Lin Beifan smiled proudly: "Nephew Ye Laixiang 1, please give me more advice in the future!"
He was happier than anyone with the approval of his master.
"If you like it, drink more! Go!" Lin Beifan toasted.
"Amitabha, the benefactor's eyes are clumsy! In fact, the poor monk used to be just a little monk with a little knowledge of martial arts! That is, only last year, after the master taught the real Buddhist principles, did he become enlightened and become a master!"
"It turned out to be the master of the Royal Cat!"
"Do it!" The old man replied.
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The old man was taken aback and slapped his thigh with excitement: "The realm of sharp spears, the realm of soft spears, the realm of heavy spears... It's so good, so right! The old man has studied spear art for so long, and he still understands it. I'm not as profound as you, the old man is ashamed!"
The Empress smiled and shook her head: "This Lin Beifan really has social bullshit! All masters talk about one thing into one, and never miss a beat! I really don't know how he did it!"
In order to appease everyone, Lin Beifan said in a loud voice: "Dear fathers and villagers, let me introduce you to someone! The senior standing beside me is actually the master of the Royal Cat Yelaixiang, the god of guns, and he is his own person, so you don't have to be afraid to be cautious. !"
Then, in order to welcome the grand master who came from afar, Lin Beifan held a banquet, and he would never return if he was drunk.
The old man said with a stern face: "Stinky boy, you listen to me! Now Lin Beifan is a close friend recognized by the old man, and he is also your senior! In the future, when you see him, you must respect him and act earnestly and act like a master. Treat him the same, you know? If you dare to be disobedient, I will break your leg, Master!"
The old man responded immediately, "Brother Lin!"
The two laughed: "Haha!"
The old man was shocked: "You only became a grandmaster last year? Impossible! Your grandmaster has such a strong bearing, he has clearly been immersed in this realm for decades, and has reached the level of the natural state of Taoism!"
The old man was furious: "What? You said that the gun in this seat is normal?"
After drinking this glass of wine, the old man continued: "This time, the old man came out of the mountain, mainly for two things!"
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"Master, what's the matter with me?" Ye Laixiang covered her head and came over.
"It turned out to be the master of the royal cat, no wonder his face is upright!"
"Master Gun God, you have cultivated a good apprentice, a good apprentice who saves the country and the people!"
The gun god master and Lin Beifan became close friends and Ye Laixiang's master.
In the end, he was beaten down by the old man and scolded: "You stinky boy, don't open your mouth if you don't understand it, it's a shame! This is a famous saying of martial arts. You can only understand the meaning of this sentence after you become a master!"
"Amitabha, monks don't lie!" The old monk looked solemn.
The old man stared at Lin Beifan tightly and frowned: "Lin Beifan? Are you really the master of this old monk? But you don't seem to be skilled in martial arts!"
The old man was surprised again: "Ah? Lin Beifan, the governor of the capital?"
"Master Ye Laixiang is the patron saint of our city!"
Is it okay to let him go to murder and set fire to run the city?
Lin Beifan immediately shouted, "Brother Gun God!"
Everyone gathered around and gave their thumbs up.
The two walked along the way, and they also attracted the attention of many people, and everyone's eyes were a little scared.
What a poor child, who is beaten at every turn, no wonder he ran away when he saw his master!
"Exactly, Amitabha!" The old monk put his hands together.
As soon as these words came out, everyone relaxed.
"Thank you so much, Master Gunner!"
In the middle of the Lin Mansion, the old man drank the wine and his ears were hot, and his face was red: "This good wine must be drunk with people in the same way to drink it happily! This old man is out of the mountain, and it is really worth it to know you little brother!"
"There are thousands of martial arts, what do you want to talk about?"
"Just ask around, who doesn't know the Royal Cat Yelaixiang? Who doesn't accept the criminal nemesis Yelaixiang?"
Mo Rushuang whispered: "Junior Brother, have you forgotten? Before, Sword Immortal and Sword Saint admired Young Master's martial arts talents, so they forcibly recognized Young Master and became confidantes and friends!"
"Young Master is also amazing! As long as he is a master, he will be convinced by his talent and knowledge!" Mo Rushuang looked at Lin Beifan with eyes full of little stars
Along the way, the old man looked around and said curiously: "This is the capital of Dawu, Detianfu? The old man came here 20 years ago, and it was not so prosperous and lively at that time. The changes have been too great!"
The old man finally believed it, and asked anxiously, "Who is your master? You have made such great progress in just one year. You must be an unfathomable senior! Can you give me a recommendation?"
"Since your apprentice came, our life has gotten better and better!"
The more the old man listened, the happier he became. The apprentice he had cultivated was promising, and he had a face!
Ye Laixiang's body is swaying, life is so desperate!
"Everything was enlightened by Jingtai from my Buddhist philosophy! You must know..."
"Far in the sky, right in front of you!" The old monk pointed at Lin Beifan.
Lin Beifan: "Amitabha!"
The old monk was enlightened again: "What the master said is very true, Amitabha!"
The old man was furious: "Why are you embarrassed? What's wrong? This old man has already taken advantage of you for your advice! If you are your senior again, you will have a guilty conscience! So you must call me old brother, or you have to call me if you don't. !"
Lin Beifan said with a smile, "All of this depends on Ye Laixiang! Since Ye Laixiang came to work here, she has been punishing wicked people and fighting crime. The public security environment has improved a lot! When the security is improved, the streets will naturally be prosperous!"
It can be said that this gun god is already half a great warrior.
It seems that Lin Beifan has some sympathy!
Lin Beifan smiled slightly: "I am indeed Jingtai's master, but I am a master in Buddhism, not in martial arts. I didn't teach him martial arts!"
He was about to comfort him, but was pulled away by the old man: "Little Brother Lin, let's ignore him, he'll be fine by himself for a while! Let's continue to talk about martial arts!
Lin Beifan shook his head: "Why is this so embarrassing? No way!"
Standing next to him, Shaoshuai Guo frowned: "Is this scene familiar?"
"Really? That stinky boy has such great ability?" The old man was a little unconvinced.
"Ow!" Ye Laixiang's face collapsed.
Looking at Ye Laixiang with a bruised nose and a swollen face in the back, her face was kind and relieved: "You stinky boy, you are finally sensible now, and you didn't cause trouble for the old man! Continue to carry forward in the future, do you understand?"
Do not make jokes!
However, as soon as he entered the mansion, the old man's eyes first turned to the old monk Jingtai.
The hand holding the gun tightened, and his eyes were a little hot, full of fighting intent: "I feel that you are a master master! Let's do a game, how about exchanging martial arts experience?"
Lin Beifan exclaimed, "Senior..."
Before his master came, Lin Beifan had already taken care of him!
"Yes, Master!" Ye Laixiang responded happily.
Because he felt that the old monk was a master.
In the eyes of everyone, Royal Cat is a great hero who punishes evil, fights crime, and protects the nation, a great hero!
Guo Shaoshuai suddenly said, "No wonder!"
As long as Lin Beifan and Ye Laixiang are still in Dawu, the master will not be able to escape.
This matter gradually spread to the palace.
"But why did he..."
At this moment, the old man shouted to Ye Laixiang: "Stinky boy, come here!"
The old man was very happy when he heard it: "Really? That stinky boy really did so many things?"
The old man waved his hand quickly: "Don't call me senior, I'm not qualified to be your senior! If you look down on the old man, just call me old brother, I will call you old brother, how about we meet as peers?"
The more the Empress thought about it, the happier she became: "Come here, send the two rare and exquisite wine Shilixiang that I treasured to the Lin Mansion!"
A master who can cultivate a royal cat is definitely not a bad person!
Looking at Lin Beifan again, his eyes suddenly changed: "The old man believes it now, you are indeed the master of the old monk, and you are qualified to be his master! Although you don't know martial arts, you know martial arts!"
"I know there's a gun..." Lin Beifan said leisurely.
The old gun god also realized: "Buddha is Tao, and Wu also knows that everything is Tao! It's right, it's wonderful!"
Ye Laixiang sighed, her head swelled up, and she squatted on the corner of the wall, crying silently.
When I came to Lin Beifan's house, the hostess Li Shishi had already prepared food and wine to entertain the gun gods who came from afar.
Talk about the realm of sharp guns, soft guns, heavy guns, wooden guns, and no guns, and talk about those who change the soup without changing the medicine.
Now that the master is here, and he has received the approval of the master, can't he pretend to be a tiger and control him even more?
After all, the old man suddenly killed him just now, with fierce flames and arrogant aura, and he looked very difficult to mess with.
"Of course! Master Gunslinger, can we still lie to you?"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" the old eunuch replied.
"Which two things?" Lin Beifan asked.
"Old monk, don't fool me!" The old man smiled and said, "If you don't value martial arts, why is martial arts so profound and so high! Without decades of effort, it is completely unattainable!"
He knew exactly what his apprentice was capable of.
The old monk's face was calm, his hands clasped together: "Amitabha, the donor's words are serious! The poor monk only pursues the Dao of Buddhism, not the Dao of martial arts, you can find someone else!"