After all, Sun Chengzong was a powerful man in the late Ming Dynasty. Even if Qian Yiqun was not in a bad position, he had heard of his name. And there was a little more. This master Sun Ge was still the contemporary sect leader of the military ranks and Zhang Wenjin's master.

Qian Yiqun raised his Taoist robe and stepped forward to bow his head, saying, "Fusheng Wuliang Heavenly Lord, I am here to see the Master, and I am willing to help you."

Although Qian Yiqun has not practiced the mind method seriously and his wisdom is far from reaching the point of understanding and harmony, the signs of pointing to the root have already sprouted, so to be honest, straightforward without any distortion.

However, it fell into Sun Chengzong's ears and became: My master and you are old, and I am not young now. I want to come to you for a meal.

"I dare to ask the title of Taoist Master, Master," Sun Chengzong asked politely.

Qian Yiqun smiled slightly, and Yun Danfeng said lightly: "The teacher is called Mu Dao Ren."

"Oh..." Sun Chengzong was able to win the second place among thousands of troops in the imperial examination, and his talent was very strong. If he considered that he was the most suitable age for studying, traveling with a sword, walking alone through the Nine Borders of the Ming Dynasty, and then taking the imperial examination, his talent would be even more outstanding.

If such a brain can't think of where to meet a Mu Taoist, there may be some twists and turns, such as an old friend who changed the alias of Taoist names. Of course, it may also be that this young Taoist is just coming to hit wooden stakes and take shortcuts.

As the leader of the military sect, Sun Chengzong had indeed many Taoist priests. Because the military sect itself had a lineage hidden in the Taoist sect and participated in major events in the world as a Taoist sect. However, different methods of practice, people's temperaments were naturally different. In the eyes of fools, this distinction was not obvious. At the level of Sun Ge Lao, it was naturally clear at a glance.

When he saw Bai Feng's righteousness, he knew that he must be Zhu Chuyu's disciple. Seeing that there was a vague Buddha light seal in Bai Sha's eyes, he knew that he must have Buddhist skills. However, this Taoist priest exuded a quiet aura throughout his body, and golden light was faintly hidden in his body. He could hear the long ringing of the bell after listening carefully.

This is definitely a practice method that is the foundation of the pure cultivation and supplemented by the golden elixir.

No matter what, he will not be a military disciple.

Sun Chengzong smiled kindly and said, "I am old and I really don't remember any friend from the outside world who called "Mu"."

"Xiaodao doesn't know how Master met Sun Xiang." Qian Yiqun said honestly, "But Master ordered Xiaodao to help Sun Xiang with his help, Xiaodao had to be abrupt."

Most of them are here to make a living.

Sun Chengzong stroking his beard and his head frowned slightly. He didn't care about raising an extra guest. But the court situation is turbulent, and the Holy Emperor is young and energetic. If he uses it, he will use it in the sky. Once he brushes his mind, he will break into the dungeon. He is really accompanied by the king as if he is a tiger. At this time, if he accepts an unknown person, what if he is a spy sent by the enemy, wouldn't it be bad?

"Ask a wise man," said a middle-aged man beside Sun Chengzong. "What is the little Taoist master good at?"

Qian Yiqun saw that the middle-aged man was about fifty years old and was quite similar to Sun Chengzong. When he saw that he was sitting in the seat of the master, he was probably Sun Chengzong's son. He bowed and said, "The practice of the small path is shallower. What he is good at is just the secret mantra formation."

"Ha ha!"

Someone laughed at the table.

Qian Yiqun raised his eyebrows and looked over.

The man was over forty years old and was born in a pure and pure manner. The breath on his body was familiar to Qian Yiqun.

Brother Young Master!

"I have heard what Yiren said, the mysterious arts are nothing more than the secrets and talisman array. If ordinary people can understand one of them, they will be able to look down on the world. The Taoist master is only more than weak. He even speaks as if all four sects are so skilled." The man pointed at Qian Yiqun and was quite presumptuous.

Sun Chengzong pursed his lips and said nothing, frowned slightly, as if he didn't hear it, but in fact he had to look at Qian Yiqun's reaction.

"This gentleman is right." Qian Yiqun said lightly, "You said too, that's an ordinary person."

"Are you not an ordinary person?" The man smiled, "Can you show one or two?"

"Xiaodao has a hidden secret just now." Qian Yiqun smiled slightly, "It is said that it is a magical talisman array, but it is actually just an appearance. Xiaodao is really good at killing people. Do you really want me to demonstrate one or two?" As he said that, his eyes narrowed and he looked at the man.

The man kept his smile and looked angry: "Hong Kong Governor Yongping, the Shanhaiguan area, have you seen a dead person?"

"Haha." Qian Yiqun didn't believe that such a civil servant like a young man had really been on the battlefield, and at most he could only see him from afar.

This middle-aged distinguished guest sat in the guest room and called himself the "Host Office", which shows that he is a censor. The censor of the prime minister's family is a character who has always been the only one who choked him, and no one dared to choke him. Qian Yiqun smiled and felt a bit choked him. A more sensitive person read the subtext of "silly beep".

The man became more angry and suddenly heard someone outside sing: "But is the white maple and white mustard seeds coming?"

This shout, but rescued the guests at the table, and stood up and sang, "Haha, it's Xue Runze here!"

Qian Yiqun looked at Bai Feng and thought to himself: It turns out that there is still your old friend here. But meeting an old friend in a foreign land is a happy event, why do you look like someone owes money? Could it be that this old friend is a creditor?

The curtains were lifted and fell, and a young man in a blue Taoist robe stepped in. His face was like a crown, his eyes were like morning stars, his lips were rosy, his eyes were lightly raised, and his hair was meticulously combed. For him, "a arrogant" was not enough to describe it, because even his chin was slightly raised, which vividly demonstrated the word "arrogance".

"This is Xue Yu, whose courtesy name is Runze." Bai Feng introduced to Qian Yiqun lightly, "My fellow disciple."

According to etiquette, he always introduces people with low status to those with higher status. Bai Feng is a disciple of the Confucian sect, so how could he not understand the rules? Xue Yu saw that he was actually placed under the Taoist by Bai Feng, and immediately felt displeasure on his face and said, "Is this?"

"A kind man." Qian Yiqun had no intention of stimulating him, and still responded indifferently.

"A kind man? How to be kind?" Xue Yu had no choice but to wait for the reply, so he bypassed Qian Yiqun, walked to Sun Chengzong and bowed, and sat down at the table. As soon as he came in, he accompanied the guests to consciously give up the seat, so the position was quite in line with his wishes.

"Haha." Qian Yiqun laughed dryly as usual, and was already quite impatient about coming to see Sun Chengzong. He said, "Sun Ge Lao. Since the master of his family has sent students, he will definitely not be aimless. Does Master Ge Lao have any small things he wants to do but disdain to do recently? You can tell me and let Xiaodao listen."

"Hahahahaha!" Xue Yu beat her chest and stamped her feet and laughed wildly. She laughed so hard that she could not help but drink her sip of water. She smiled at the middle-aged censor who was in charge and said, "Yang Qianxian, do you think this Taoist is extremely arrogant? She actually said such words to Sun Xiang!"

Qian Yiqun glanced at the middle-aged man just now and felt a little confused: It turned out that he had already become the fourth-rank Chief Commander at this age. No wonder his eyes always looked at people from top to bottom. Slowly, his surname was Yang, and he was also Governor Yongping, Shanhaiguan. Could this person be Yang Sichang?

The person who was suspected of Yang Sichang also smiled sinisterly: "This reminds the head office of the Ministry of Education a mystery."

"Oh? I hope to hear it carefully." Xue Yu said intriguingly.

"It can destroy the demon's courage, and his body is like a bunch of silk and aura is like thunder. The sound of shock makes people afraid. When the prime minister looks like ashes." The censor finished speaking, then laughed and asked Qian Yiqun, "Do you know what this is?"

This riddle may have made people think twenty years ago, but now it is a must-have topic for the Spring Festival every year and has long been popular all over the country.

The answer is: firecrackers.

Censor Yang made it clear that Qian Yiqun was just a liar who talked a lot!

Although Qian Yiqun knew what this person meant, he pretended to think: "There is a grammatical problem in this riddle!"

Everyone turned their ears, because they saw that Censor Yang and Xue Mingshi didn't like this person, they didn't dare to interrupt and make fun of it.

Qian Yiqun could not count on A Niu to help, and was about to speak, but Bai Feng asked, "What kind of grammatical disease is it?"

"Haha." Qian Yiqun finally got rid of the embarrassment of the one-man show. "In the last sentence, when I look back at the Prime Minister, I have turned into ashes. I see the man who is as tall as a bunch of silk and a thunderous spirit, or someone else."

"What does it mean to be like this? If you can say something and make up your own words, you will be reasonable." Xue Yu said disapprovingly.

Qian Yiqun stood up and walked to the middle of the flower hall. He clasped his fists to Sun Chengzong and said, "Of course there is. It's the Taoist, I."

"Haha," Xue Yu jumped up. "It's hard to say that you are like a bunch of silk, but you can't stand the rest!"

"It's not that the Taoist boasted, the name of a kind man has already made the demons and demons scared. If he had to exhale like thunder, it wouldn't be difficult." Qian Yiqun looked at Xue Yu, then looked at Censor Yang, and finally settled on Censor Yang: "Yang Qianxian, do you dare to see it?"

"Rareless!" Censor Yang stood up and said angrily, "How can you show off your tricks here!"

Qian Yiqun smiled, pinched his fingers in his hand, without using the talented spirit bonus, and in his breath he drew a thunder ball the size of a duck egg. This thunder ball was probably the most miniscule one that Qian Yiqun had ever summoned, but it was still the righteous energy in the center of the world. The thunder belonged to him. As the Taoist waved his hand, the crackling sound resounded through the flower hall and hit Yang Jingshi's face.

The food table made of chicken wing wood suddenly turned into coke under the lightning light. The tea fruits on the food table naturally ended in ashes and were invisible.

Among the scholars who were gathered together, Qian Yiqun was like lifting the table of Yang Jingshi. If Qian Yiqun touched her, it would only confirm the reputation of the despicable man. Now he used a small thunder in his palm to shock everyone in the Prime Minister's Mansion of the Ming Dynasty and could not say anything.

Everyone thought to themselves: What else can make people unable to get off the Taiwan table than turning over the table?

"The Taoist is just a trick of the world, it's nothing." Qian Yiqun took a step forward at Censor Yang, making Yang sit on the chair and pressed against the back of the chair tightly.

Guards from the Sun Mansion rushed over and surrounded Qian Yiqun in the middle, but no one dared to stand in front of Censor Yang.

These people have some interactions with the world, and have all heard of legends of strange people. Now that there is a breath in front of you, it is naturally more important to protect your life and the funder. As for the guests, they can only ask for more blessings.

"Yang Jingshi has just questioned the Taoist, I don't know how to win the trust of Qianxian?" Qian Yiqun showed a ferocious face, and then closer, and whispered: "Do you want Taoist, I killed someone? Qianxian can point one at the table!"

"Crazy, madman!" Yang Jingshi shouted in a trembling voice, suddenly whipped back, and Dou Tian fell over.

Everyone was shocked and stood up and shouted for help, but they thought to themselves: The ring chair is calm, how can it be so easy to turn it back? Well, it is probably because the Censor Yang leaned on the back of the chair, which turned the heavy ring chair overturned.

Where can they see them? There is a "foot" power of kind people who are very unkind in this secret.

Qian Yiqun lifted his force under the crossbar of his feet, which was the main reason for overthrowing the Censor Yang.

This is a behavior that is less constrained than lifting a table: lifting someone!

Taking advantage of the chaos of the scene, Qian Yiqun retreated aside and, under the nervous gaze of the guards, said to Sun Chengzong: "Gei Master, I am a Taoist, and I am a Taoist, and I am not as loyal as those scholars. I live a heavy life, and I am not as an official as you. So let's talk less nonsense. If you think I can't stand the driving force, I will be busy with my own affairs. If you have any needs, the Taoist will bear the will of your teacher, and you will dare not hesitate to do your best."

Sun Chengzong had a slight head with a look on his face. He was a veteran of the officialdom and the chief military strategist. He pondered: "The Taoist priest is indeed extraordinary. The so-called extraordinary people must have extraordinary feelings. How can I look at each other as ordinary people? In this way, please feel wronged first and stay in the humble house temporarily. I am troubled by one thing these two days, so I must rely on the Taoist priest."

Qian Yiqun bowed and said goodbye.

The manager with a wink beside Sun Chengzong immediately followed him out and arranged the Taoist priest's food, accommodation and chores, and went to personally investigate the Taoist priest's preferences and taboos.

Qian Yiqun was not polite to him, and took out the bamboo shoots and wild vegetables produced in Cuiluan Mountain from the golden scale basket and asked them to pass it in a vegetarian pot of water.

The manager saw that so many things were taken out from the fish basket, and his heart was beating happily, and he thought to himself: Amitabha! This time he saw a true god!

Because of Qian Yiqun's trouble, the banquet in Xihua Hall had to end early. Sun Chengzong was already 68 years old this year and was also an assistant minister of the cabinet. No matter whether he was old or his status, he did not need to give others any face. He went back to Xianzhai and ordered someone to give him a cup of green tea, leaning against the arhat couch and closing his eyes to rest.

After a while, the middle-aged steward on the table also quietly came in, standing aside with his hands behind his back, not daring to speak.

"Second, what do you mean?" Sun Chengzong's voice was exhausted.

"Father, this Taoist man has some skills." The second son, Sun Yu, thought for a while and said cautiously.

"It's not just some skills!" Sun Chengzong took a breath and sat up, "If you add it for no reason, you won't be angry, and if you suddenly come to it, you won't be confused. Avoid others' sharpness and attack them from being lazy, which is beneficial and concise... This is a well-mannered person!"

Sun Wei's face changed slightly, even his brothers never received such high praise from his father. In fact, these are what Sun Chengzong asked them on weekdays.
Chapter completed!