After passing the Zhongyi Altar, Yin Ren's face turned pale. It was not until he smelled the aroma of roasted duck that he slowly came back to his senses.
The Fu family was wealthy and powerful, so they specially led everyone to a semi-open restaurant.
Under the antique eaves, bamboo leaves rustle and mountain springs gurgle. A dozen koi fish swim lazily in the clear pond, each of them beautiful and strong. The rockery beside the clear pond is quite wild, and a black cat lies on its back on the top, exposing its belly to bask in the sun.
The restaurant booth was very cool, with four round tables. The dishes ordered by everyone were just placed on the table, with a thermal pad underneath, and the aroma made everyone's appetite grow.
It would have been better if the pavilion’s painting didn’t depict Zhong Yi catching ghosts.
What is going on with the Fu family
Yin Ren picked up the chopsticks speechlessly and found that the end of the chopsticks was also painted with a familiar figure.
Yin Ren: “…”
Zhong Cheng said, "Pfft."
Perhaps it was because Yin Ren's facial expression changed too quickly that Comrade Xiao Zhong laughed out loud. Yin Ren glanced at this person with a hint of resentment and decided to divert his attention.
Yin Ren: “…”
Hao Wen Ce was a scientist, but he ran away so cleanly and quietly that even the Thousand-Year Ghost King failed to notice him.
"Who are they?" Yin Ren turned to Hao Wen Ce curiously, only to find that the senior had run away with his frozen dumplings and soda, and his computer bag had also disappeared.
"Hai Gu hasn't participated in any competitions recently, so we came to see if you're still alive. Right, Xiao Qiao?" The male coach from Yandu grinned - he was a round fat man with a shiny shaved head, looking particularly festive.
The other two tables must be the security special teams from Yandu and Linnan. Yin Ren roughly felt that there was a strong man at each table, and most of them were the coaches of their respective teams.
The woman who looked very similar to Fu Xingchuan was grinding her teeth on the phone.
Not far away, the female coach from Linnan simply nodded: "I heard that things have been uneasy around Haigu recently, so I came to take a look."
Those two are only slightly weaker than Fu Xingchuan, Shi An really should not be underestimated.
"Are you fast asleep?" Yin Ren was just thinking about whether to use his hair to eat secretly when a sneer entered his ears. "Fu Xingchuan, are you itchy? There are so many people waiting for you in Shi'an, you are so proud."
Fu Tianyi had already sat back at the Yandu table, but Fu Xingchuan was nowhere to be seen. It would be awkward to start eating when not all the guests were present.
In less than thirty seconds, Fu Xingchuan used a floating technique to dive into the pavilion and almost fell flat on his face on the smooth stone bricks.
The ones who responded were the strongest people at the two tables.
Yin Ren finally managed to divert his gaze from the dazzling array of clock elements and glanced at the other three tables.
They didn't care at all about Fu Xingchuan's late arrival and started chatting enthusiastically with Minister Fu.
"Hao Wen Ce doesn't like crowded places. It's okay. Minister Fu knows his problem." Lu Xiaohe rubbed his forehead with a headache. "Let me explain."
The aroma of meat kept wafting into his nose. Yin Ren withdrew his gaze and looked at the roast duck with crispy skin and tender meat. The Ghost King stroked his chopsticks, anxiously waiting for the last member to return.
There were five elderly people and three young and middle-aged people sitting at the table. One of the women had facial features very similar to Fu Xingchuan, but she didn't have Minister Fu's iconic panda eyes. Her skin was well-maintained, her hair was permed in fashionable big waves, and the red dress she was wearing looked expensive.
"I turned off the alarm." The dark circles under Fu Xingchuan's eyes faded a lot, and his voice was more vigorous. He bowed slightly to the guests at several tables, "Excuse me, everyone. I'm really sorry - eat, everyone, eat first!"
This table probably belongs to the Fu family.
After saying this, he did not take a seat, but stopped at the Yandu table: "Hey, isn't this Zhou Gong and Qiao Shang? What brings you two great gods here?"
"Mom and Dad are here, what are you doing?"
"Zhou Gong is Shi'an's 'First Evil Worker', Qiao Shang is the 'First Shaman'. Together with the 'First Ghost General' Fu Xingchuan, the three of them represent the pinnacle of the three higher professions. If anyone in this era can become a true 'Heavenly Master', it must be one of these three."
After staying in Shi'an for several months, Yin Ren has become familiar with the modern classification method.
Ghost Master, Corpse Master, and Spirit Craftsman are the three basic directions of practice.
Those who have mastered both the ghost exorcist and the corpse servant are called "ghost generals". In contrast, "evil workers" correspond to corpse servants and spirit craftsmen, and "witchcraft" combines ghost exorcists and spirit craftsmen - only those who are familiar with all branches of knowledge can be called "heavenly masters".
These pieces of knowledge are interrelated, and the collision of them can produce thousands of changes. After you have mastered each of them, it will take several times longer to figure out how to integrate them. You can't just add one and you'll be able to level up.
Fu Xingchuan was over 40 years old and was called a ghost general, which was considered young and promising. The other two strong men looked to be over 50 years old.
Yin Ren knows how hard it is, but young people may not be able to react to it.
Ge Tingting asked curiously, "Isn't there a genius like Xiang Jiang?"
Lu Xiaohe smiled bitterly: "It takes a lot of time to gain combat experience and explore combat methods. It's just like studying - there may be young geniuses in mathematics and art, but there will be no natural prodigies in subjects such as history. In fact, since Zhong Yi, there has been no more heavenly masters."
The training gained through countless battles is the most basic of the basics, and cannot be sustained by "innate spiritual energy".
Ge Tingting: "Wow, isn't the great master Zhong Yi very powerful? How did he do it?"
The tip of Yin Ren's chopsticks trembled slightly.
Nothing else, just lived for 360 years. Although to be fair, Yin Ren himself is also a genius. Unfortunately, he has always adhered to the "good" habit of fishing for three days and drying the nets for two days. The title of Heavenly Master is purely a pile of messy knowledge. If it were to be spelled the way Fu Xingchuan spelled it, it is estimated that he would become a so-called Heavenly Master in less than 200 years.
No new Heavenly Master appeared after him, absolutely because human life span was too short.
Thinking of this, Yin Ren suddenly stopped holding the duck skin.
The inexplicable burnt and bitter taste rushed up his throat again, leaving him with an uncomfortable taste in his mouth.
The crispy duck skin was covered with sweet-scented osmanthus sugar. Yin Ren wanted to give it to Zhong Cheng to taste. But looking at the man's profile, Yin Ren chewed the duck skin silently and passed a piece of lean meat to him. There was no training immediately after the meal. This time, the live-in nanny of the Fu family led the way and took everyone to the guest room. The guest rooms of the Fu family were no different from those of a five-star hotel. They were all spacious and beautiful double rooms, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows facing the lush mountain scenery.
Whether it was intentional or not, Ge Tingting and Lu Xiaohe's rooms both had two single beds, while Yin Ren and Zhong Chengshuo were assigned to rooms with double beds.
Yin Ren sat on the bed, looking at the dreamy mountain scenery outside the French window. He looked for a while, then made a pinky promise to Zhong Cheng, who was still adjusting the angle of his toothbrush: "Brother Zhong, come here."
Zhong Cheng said that he had placed the two toothbrushes at exactly the same angle, and then he straightened up with satisfaction: "Huh?"
"Come here."
Zhong Chengshuo obediently walked to the bed. Yin Ren remained sitting, put his arms around Zhong Chengshuo's waist, and buried his face in his chest and abdomen.
"What's wrong with you?" Zhong Cheng said with his hand stopping two or three centimeters above Yin Ren's head, then hesitantly retracted it.
"Nothing, just a hug." Yin Ren said, his face still buried in the loose T-shirt Zhong Cheng mentioned, his voice muffled, "Maybe it's because of the nervousness before the game."
Zhong Cheng said: "..." Even he would not believe such absurd nonsense. For the legendary Great Heavenly Master to be nervous, the contestants must be the six evil spirits led by Qi Xin.
Zhong Cheng said, "There will be an orientation meeting in the evening, so you can only hold it until 4:30 pm."
Yin Ren: "Do you know it's only two o'clock now?"
"Know."
Yin Ren laughed quietly, and when he had finished laughing, he sighed, "I finally understand why Fu Xingchuan chose this place for training... It turns out that the Fu family admires Zhong Yi so much. I have ruined his impression of him."
"Um."
"But this guy at least has some conscience and knows how to arrange a king-size bed room for us." Yin Ren said, "For this reason, I will forgive him on behalf of the Grand Master Zhong Yi."
“…Pfft.”
"What are you laughing at?"
Zhong Cheng said, maintaining the posture of being held by Yin Ren, trying to stretch his arms to reach the remote control beside the pillow. With a beep, the electric curtains slowly closed. The soft indoor lights lit up at the same time, and the "Zhong Yi Scattering Flowers" on the curtains was unusually conspicuous—
In the picture, Zhong Yi is smiling, his tiger eyes are slightly narrowed, his long beard is fluttering, and his hands are scattering golden petals that symbolize good fortune and merit. The embroidery is extremely delicate and it is obvious that it is worth a lot of money.
Yin Ren: “…” What is this? !
"I saw it when I was helping Huang Jin move things just now. There are no such curtains in the single bed room." Zhong Cheng explained with a smile.
Yin Ren: "I'll never forgive him!"
In the evening, Haigu People's Hospital.
"Hey, did you hear that the enemy's grandson signed a document to be discharged early from the hospital... His family doesn't need the money, so why didn't they keep him for two more days?"
"His family is doing a great business, so maybe he can't leave."
"Ah? I heard that Mr. Xiaoqiu is a scoundrel who doesn't care about anything."
"Who knows what's going on in someone else's family?"
Sun Qi'an sat in the cafeteria, his ears filled with the idle chatter of his colleagues. From this position, he could just see the front hall of the hospital. Sun Qi'an raised his eyes and stuffed a chopstick of stir-fried vermicelli with bean sprouts into his mouth.
She saw the figure of "Mr. Xiaoqiu".
Mr. Qiu's name was Qiu Fang. He was tall and thin, wearing an ill-fitting high-end coat. He was stumbling out at this moment, accompanied by a woman who was either a relative or a nurse. From this angle, Sun Qi'an could only see the backs of the two people.
Qiu Fang passed by a man in dirty clothes while walking along the flowerbed. The man was staggering even more than Qiu Fang, and he stumbled forward, his speed getting faster and faster.
One step, two steps.
The dirty man started to jog. He rushed to the hospital gate, pulled out a pair of old-fashioned iron scissors from his chest, and stabbed the doctor closest to him.
Sun Qi'an was almost choked by the vermicelli. She put down her chopsticks and widened her eyes.
Amid the screams, Qiu Fang quickened his pace as the crowd dispersed. His shoulder was brushed by a couple who were clinging to each other, and he was almost knocked down by them.
One step, two steps, three steps.
The couple suddenly stopped where they were and started arguing fiercely about something. The man suddenly slapped the woman, and the woman screamed and reached out to grab her boyfriend's face.
The scissors pierced his chest, his nails cut open his flesh, and dark red blood splattered everywhere.
Qiu Fang stretched his neck and finally turned around.
He ignored the bloody conflict and looked at the restaurant behind the reflective glass. The hospital restaurant was equipped with one-way glass, so it was impossible to see inside.
But Sun Qi'an had a feeling that Qiu Fang had discovered her spying.
The young Mr. Qiu bent his neck unnaturally, showing his teeth, and gave Sun Qi'an an extremely awkward smile.
The author has something to say:
Minister Fu: Who knows my happiness
Even kissing feels cramped in this room, Xiao Yin.
#The layout that even Xiao Zhong laughed at
(End of this chapter)