Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

Wang Taiyu was somewhat exhausted.

Previously, he was a lackey of the Grand Tutor. Although the officials in the court disliked him, they could at least get along with him.

Now that he has been promoted to Censor, his colleagues are more respectful towards him, but it is more difficult for him to do his job than before.

Although I had a premonition.

But now that Wang Taiyu has taken office, he wanted to go to the Ministry of Revenue to find some records from previous years, but his requests were all rejected.

It's fair to say they have strength but nowhere to use it.

If you want to take action against aristocratic families, you must first win them over and gather your own loyal followers.

Otherwise, it would be as difficult as climbing to heaven to get anything done.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the study door.

"come in."

"Yes, father."

Wang Mingdao pushed open the door, followed by Chen Huangpi.

Wang Taiyu raised an eyebrow: "Young friend, I heard from the servants that you planted a tree in the backyard and even set up an array to isolate the inside from the outside?"

Chen Huangpi nodded and said, "That tree will be useful to me. I'll leave it in your backyard for now and take it with me when I leave."

"That's not what I meant."

Wang Taiyu smiled and said, "The Ten Thousand Mountains are closed off. You can stay here as long as you want. I was just curious because I heard the servants talking about it."

As he spoke, Wang Taiyu looked at Wang Mingdao again.

Upon seeing this, Wang Taiyu's smile vanished instantly, and he said indifferently, "This is truly a rare occurrence. Zuo Weilang actually addresses him as father. It seems this is not official business time."

These words left Wang Mingdao speechless with frustration.

He knew how difficult it was for his father to do what he did, so he really wanted to work side by side with his father, just like in Xuzhou City.

But the father refused.

And they started by saying it was official business time.

The meaning is already quite clear.

If we're talking about official business, then there's no such thing as father and son.

If we don't discuss official business, then there's absolutely no room for negotiation.

So Wang Mingdao had no choice but to look to Chen Huangpi for help.

"Old Wang, you're wrong about that!"

Chen Huangpi swaggered down in front of Wang Taiyu and said seriously, "No matter what, Mingdao is still your son, and even a slight difference in rank makes a difference. Have you considered my feelings when you treat him like this?"

"How did this involve you again?"

Wang Taiyu was confused. Also, what does it mean that an official who is half a rank higher is still considered a rank?
Is there anyone here with a higher rank than myself?

"it is me!"

Chen Huangpi said, "Mingdao and I hit it off immediately. If you don't think highly of him, then you don't think highly of me. I thought you were a good person, but I didn't expect you to be such a stubborn and self-willed person!"

Wang Taiyu frowned: "Young friend, are you going to act as a persuader for Mingdao?"

What is a "sleeper"?

Chen Huangpi asked blankly, "Is it because the place I'm sleeping is a guest room?"

Wang Mingdao, who was standing to the side, turned green upon seeing this.

He had completely forgotten that although Chen Huangpi was powerful, he had grown up in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

There are many things that Chen Huangpi doesn't understand at all.

“You speak up for Mingdao and want to help him achieve his goal; that’s called being a lobbyist.”

Wang Taiyu shook his head, somewhat troubled.

This surprised Chen Huangpi: "Grand Tutor Wang, so you know everything."

"There is no better son than a father."

Wang Taiyu glanced at Wang Mingdao and said indifferently, "There have been too many changes in the capital recently. His Majesty is also going to take action against the aristocratic families. With so many things mixed together, it's like a quagmire. Once you step in, there's no chance to turn back."

Wang Mingdao gritted his teeth and said, "Then why can others work for you, but I can't?"

"Just because I'm your son?"

"You want to continue the Wang family line."

"You talk a lot about righteousness, but you do all sorts of petty things."

"shut up!"

Wang Taiyu flew into a rage, slammed his hand on the table, and stood up abruptly.

"You're the one who should shut up!"

Wang Mingdao was also furious, his neck stiff as he retorted, "Everyone says that brothers fight tigers together, and fathers and sons go to war side by side. What, you don't care about other people's children, but you can't bear to part with your own?" "Listen to the nonsense you're spouting!"

Wang Taiyu angrily retorted, "Do you even consider me your father anymore?"

"Do you even consider me your son?"

Wang Mingdao gritted his teeth and said, "Back when you went to the capital for the imperial examination, you didn't even know my mother had died. I carried her ashes step by step to the capital."

“I remember that day very clearly. You became a Jinshi, dressed in fine clothes and riding a spirited horse, looking incredibly powerful. You didn’t see me in the crowd, but I saw me very clearly.”

Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?

Wang Taiyu's expression changed drastically; he truly hadn't expected that such a thing had happened back then.

In his memory, his son only came to him on the night he passed the imperial examination. He had experienced the highs and lows of life that day and never imagined that something like this would happen.

Afterwards, he was heartbroken.

He was grieving the loss of his beloved wife.

She also felt guilty about what her only son had gone through.

Chen Huangpi was stunned.

He truly hadn't expected that the Wang family father and son had such a fascinating story.

The brass oil lamp hanging at his waist opened its eyes, its eyes shining, and exclaimed excitedly, "That was awesome! That was awesome!"

Brass oil lamps love to watch the excitement.

It couldn't wait to see the father and son fight.

However, Wang Mingdao calmed down, and the resentment that had been building up in his heart for many years was swept away.

He said, "Grand Tutor Wang, my mother told me before she died that you are a gentleman with ideals and aspirations, and that you will surely achieve great things in the future. She told me not to blame you."

"Yes, I don't blame you."

"After all, your father, my grandfather, and my grandfather's grandfather were all peasants for generations."

"The Wang family is already incredibly fortunate to have produced someone like you."

At this point, Wang Mingdao paused, and said in a complicated tone, "If I were in your shoes, I certainly wouldn't be able to achieve what you have today, or what you've accomplished so far."

"While I admire you, I cannot agree with your way of doing things."

"If other people's sons can do it, why can't your son?"

There was a snap.

Wang Taiyu closed his eyes and plopped down in the chair.

At this moment, the shadowy figure slowly emerged from behind him and patted Wang Mingdao on the shoulder: "Mingdao, you've suffered."

Wang Mingdao's nose tingled with emotion: "Uncle Yang."

Seeing this, Chen Huangpi whispered, "Huang Er, why do I feel that Wang Mingdao and Shadow Evil are more like father and son?"

The brass oil lamp said, "This is what they mean by planting melons for others to quench their thirst."

"And what about me, the persuader?"

"What else is there to say? Keep watching, it's so exciting!"

Chen Huangpi gave an "oh," but he didn't find it particularly exciting; instead, he felt a strange sense of unease.

Wang Mingdao must have respected and loved Wang Taiyu.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have wanted to help Wang Taiyu.

As for Wang Taiyu...

Chen Huangpi really couldn't understand what he was thinking.

Despite having a biological son, she absolutely refused to let him join her in fighting against the powerful families.

If it were me and my master...

After thinking about it from Chen Huangpi's perspective for a while, his gaze dimmed.

Because it seems that my master treated me the same way.

Although her master treated her like a child, he never hid his love for her.

"It was I who was wrong."

Wang Taiyu opened his eyes, his eyes red, and said, "But there are some things that only your father can do. Mingdao, my son, you are still too young. If you want to help your father, then do what you can."

Wang Mingdao calmly asked, "What is it?"

"Use it as bait!"

The words "as bait" were uttered.

Chen Huangpi looked surprised; Wang Taiyu actually knew how to fish. (End of Chapter)