The wooden door creaked, no one opened itself, and then a faint smell of sandalwood mixed with the strong smell of alcohol came to my nose.

Ye Wuque's nose wings swayed for a moment, and felt that the smell was a bit pungent and unbearable, and it smelled even worse than the alcoholic smell of ordinary people on hangovers.

As soon as Zhao Siliang entered the door, the smile on his face became more and more respectful, but it was a little unbearable. It seemed that he was also uncomfortable enough by the strange smell.

He took his pace a little lighter, as if he was afraid of disturbing Master Zui Meng.

Ye Wuque didn't agree with it. Isn't it just a drunk? If I hadn't felt a little lazy and uncomfortable, I wouldn't have been too lazy to come.

The furnishings in the house are very simple. There is only a wooden table and a few wooden chairs in the living room. They all look old and quaint.

The two of them passed the screen and entered the inner room. They saw a sloppy and thin old man lying on the wooden couch with ugly sleeping face, his eyes closed and his snoring sounded softly. With the snoring, the goatee on his chin was shaking and shaking, and he looked very sleeping.

Ye Wuque didn't know whether the old man was really sleeping or pretending to sleep. After all, he had just spoken.

The old man was wearing very simple clothes, his pants and sweatshirt were washed white and his style was very old, which was a style that was not easy to find on the market today.

c↖ He held a broken palm fan in his hand, which was almost the same as Jigong's one. There was a teacup on the bedside table next to the wooden couch, or it should be called a teacup. It was like a product of the last century, military green, and paint was mottled, and it could only be seen from film and television works.

Ye Wuque had something strange in his eyes. Is this the so-called Xuan-level master? No matter how you look at it, you look like an ordinary old man who has passed through that difficult era, and his life is as simple as it can't be simple anymore.

There is not even a TV at home, but there are many books. There are three rows of bookshelves behind the bamboo couch, and the books are full.

However, Ye Wuque didn't believe that the old man really had no electrical appliances at home, otherwise he had just completed the registration in the base of the Yingmi Group, so the old man would not have found him so quickly.

"Master Zui Meng, I'll take Ye Wuque to see you. This is my two of you. You'll always keep it."

As he said that, Zhao Siliang put a large bag of fruit and snacks in his hand on the table next to the bamboo couch, and came back to bow respectfully.

Ye Wuque noticed that Zhao Siliang was performing disciple rituals, but only half rituals rather than full rituals.

There are three types of teachers for Confucian students: preaching, teaching, and solving doubts. There is only Confucius, who is a preacher for thousands of people and eternal generations. There can only be one teacher in his life, but there can be many teachers for solving doubts.

Confucius said: If three people walk, I will have my teacher, which means the teacher to solve doubts.

Master Zui Meng was indeed Zhao Siliang's teacher to solve doubts, but he was good at Buddhism and Taoism, and Confucianism did not know much, so Zhao Siliang performed half a ceremony.

When Master Zui Meng heard something to eat, he woke up sleepyly. He looked quite old, but he had a childish face and a strong spirit. He looked like he wanted to sleep was not because of lack of sleep or physical illness, but because of an attitude of life.

Ye Wuque guessed so.

"Brother Zhao, you think you are interested."

Master Zui Meng smiled happily, and the wrinkles on his face relaxed a little. He happily peeled an orange like no one around, smashed his mouth, and the orange juice he ate simmered, and he didn't care.

He had a very poor diet and praised it as "very delicious".

Zhao Siliang looked at Ye Wuque helplessly, as if saying: Don’t mind, Master Zui Meng is like this, free and natural, and unrestrained.

Ye Wuque smiled slightly and said that he didn't care. However, Master Zui Meng's appearance is already considered "irrespectful to Confucian disciples. The six arts of Confucian gentlemen, and the status of "ritual" is very important. Even if the content of Confucian "ritual" in later generations has changed, it is still very important.

If he often did this, he could be respected by Zhao Siliang, a Confucian disciple, which shows that this person is indeed talented and worthy of Zhao Siliang's respect.

Waiting for the side of the Zui Meng Master to finish eating an orange and ate a banana one after another, the apple was finally decided to give up.

Master Zui Meng stroked his beard and waved his hand to let Ye Wuque and his two sit, but they could only look at each other and smile bitterly. There was a bamboo couch and a table in the inner room, so there was no place to sit on the ground. Naturally, they could not sit on the ground.

"No need for senior, just stand." Ye Wuque was slightly bent and said straight to the point: "I don't know what the old senior named Wuque came, so what happened?"

Master Zui Meng looked at Ye Wuque with a slightly turbid but still deep eyes. Ye Wuque seemed to see the silhouette with trivial matters of time in his eyes, and couldn't help but be stunned.

His situation shows that Master Zui Meng's cultivation level has indeed fallen to a certain level. The long river of life experience comes from the window of the eyes, the soul, and forms a phantom that can affect others.

He had only seen it in his master Wang Zhan before, but he had only seen it once. That night when Wang Zhan decided to entrust Qu Baiqiu to him, he was in a bad mood and Bo Xinglankuo accidentally escaped.

Although the eyes and Master Zui Meng seem to be out of touch, there are always some thoughts in his eyes, which means that his mood is in a period of change and cannot be controlled by himself. It is not as good as Wang Zhan, and he will not show any signs of mountains or leaks.

With such a comparison, the right and wrong will be judged immediately.

However, even so, this person is very powerful and can't underestimate him.

Master Zui Meng looked at it, a knowing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the wrinkles on his face bloomed like flowers.

But then Ye Wuque's eyes burst into tears, and he was shocked. His hair all over his body instantly stood up and his pores were opened. Although the weather was very hot, he felt that the cold air only emerged from the inside to the outside, and even cool air flowed back into his nose.

Because, the sloppy old man on the bamboo couch in front of him actually disappeared, and a urgency, sharp, and cold feeling came from behind, Ye Wuque felt like a mouse targeted by a snake, and his body was so stiff that he could not move.

The next moment, Ye Wuque felt as if a heavy mountain fell on his shoulders, weighing tens of millions of gold, which made half of his bones make crisp sounds, and he would kneel down when his knees were weak.

Ye Wuque was furious. I didn’t know why this old man targeted him for the first time, so that he could make a fool of himself and kneel down and give him a warning?

It’s a pity that I was so respectful just now, I really saw a ghost.

He roared in shock and exerted force with his legs, and stopped suddenly when his knees were less than one decimeter from the ground.

"Crack--"

Ye Wuque suddenly exerted force, and the floor tiles on the ground shattered, as if they were hit hard by a big hammer. The fragments of the floor tiles burst out, splashing a few meters away, hitting the wall, falling into pieces, and hitting the screen deeply embedded in it.

A few pieces of debris splashed over, like flying swords, cutting through Zhao Siliang's deep robe and making several cracks.

On the ground, cracks spread like branches. With leaves as the center, all the floor tiles within two meters were broken into pieces of large and small, and cracks were created on the solid concrete floor.
Chapter completed!