Under One Person: I, Jiaqian Jushi, work from nine to five

The saying goes, "One should strike while the iron is hot, but the momentum will wane after a second attempt and be completely exhausted after a third." Once he gets past this hurdle, he doesn't know when he'll be able to muster the courage again.

Seeing Zhang Lingyu's stubbornness resurface, Zhou Fengliu sighed and didn't interfere any further.

Zhang Lingyu started to get emotional, but before he could finish, the Old Master couldn't stand it anymore.

As far as the eye could see, the old celestial master casually conjured three golden beams. With a flick of his finger, these three golden beams shot out like bullets, all striking Zhang Lingyu's head.

Don't be fooled by the fact that it's just a tiny golden ray, no bigger than a grain of rice; the power it unleashed from the Old Master's hand is something no ordinary person could withstand.

After the three golden rays struck, Grandmaster Lingyu collapsed to the ground, unconscious, and three large bumps appeared on his forehead.

"It's only been a few months, and Grand Master Lingyu has already learned to be sentimental." After knocking Zhang Lingyu to the ground, the old celestial master spoke expressionlessly.

Looking at Zhang Lingyu lying on the ground, Zhou Fengliu felt that Zhang Lingyu had acted a bit too hastily.

Surely no one really thinks that going up the mountain once will allow them to return to their sect?

Surely no one would actually force someone to agree at the dinner table, in front of so many younger people?

Isn't this just trying to make someone's eyes water?

...

I still need to practice...

Zhou Fengliu rubbed his nose. He thought that if things didn't go well later, he should take Zhang Lingyu to headquarters to train her in interpersonal skills.

"You guys eat, I'm full."

The old master put down his chopsticks, glanced at everyone, and stood up.

He first patted Zhou Fengliu on the shoulder, then slowly returned to his room under the watchful eyes of everyone.

"Junior Uncle...you're really in a bit of a sorry state."

After the old master left, Zhang Chulan checked Zhang Lingyu's condition briefly and, finding that she had simply fainted, let her lie quietly for a while.

"He brought it on himself. It's already a relief if the Old Master doesn't give him a good beating..." Zhou Fengliu said.

"Brother Liu... I saw someone in the industry saying that Qu Tong, the president of Yaoxing Society, died at headquarters?"

Zhang Chulan casually inquired about Zhou Fengliu, an insider.

"Hmm, it seems so. The person you wanted to see... has also been kidnapped."

"..."

Upon hearing Zhou Fengliu's answer, Zhang Chulan was taken aback at first, then said:

Geneva, pay up!

He said he had spent money to see Ruan Feng, and after returning to North China, he had been waiting for news from Zhou Fengliu, but there had been no word for a long time...

He thought Zhou Fengliu had forgotten, but it turned out... the person had been kidnapped!

Refund?

That's overthinking it.

Once the money has gone into the pocket of the "paying lay Buddhist," there's no way it can be returned.

and many more.

Zhou Fengliu had originally intended to give a vague answer, but then he suddenly remembered something and turned his gaze to Zhang Chulan:

Did you pay?

"I think I just told you a price, but you didn't pay, so why should I get a refund?"

Hearing Zhou Fengliu's words, Zhang Chulan, who had been somewhat passionate, immediately fell silent.

hiss--

It seems... that's really true.

He had originally planned to give Zhou Fengliu the money after meeting Ruan Feng, since the amount was considerable, and he felt he should be more cautious...

Thinking of this, Zhang Chulan gave an embarrassed smile.

"Brother Liu... I was just joking. You know me, how could I possibly have the nerve to ask you to refund my money..."

As soon as Zhang Chulan finished speaking, he felt a gust of wind sweep past him.

Immediately afterwards, his left cheek was hit by a considerable force, which sent him flying.

pat-

As he landed freely, Zhang Chulan, who had been laughing just moments before, stopped laughing altogether.

Like Zhang Lingyu, he used the sky as his blanket and the earth as his bed, and immediately said goodnight, makka baka.

Check it out.

Still young at heart, he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow...

"Well?"

Feng Baobao, who was showing off her food, glanced at Zhang Chulan lying on the ground, and then at Zhang Lingyu not far away.

Okay, sure...

Otherwise, they would be considered a master-disciple relationship... truly a perfect pair.

...

After dinner, the group did not go down the mountain; they stayed at the Celestial Master's Mansion for the night.

That night.

The old master did not rest; he was waiting for someone, someone destined to be with him.

Just now during dinner, before leaving, he patted Zhou Fengliu on the shoulder, hinting that Zhou Fengliu should come to his room to talk.

However, Zhou Fengliu still hadn't appeared, which made him frown and wonder if Zhou Fengliu hadn't understood his hint.

"He's smart, he should know what I mean... let's wait a bit longer," the old master muttered to himself.

He had barely finished speaking when there was a knock on the door.

Thump, thump-thump—

...

P.S.: I pray for everything as usual. Goodnight and sweet dreams to all my godfathers.

Chapter 478 Master and Disciple's Night Talk! (First Update)

As the knock sounded, the old Celestial Master, assuming it was Zhou Fengliu, adjusted his posture slightly and then spoke slowly in a very calm voice:

"Come in..."

Upon hearing the old master's reply, a man dressed in dark blue clothes carefully pushed open the door and went inside.

"wind..."

"Spirit Jade?"

Putting down the book in his hand, the old master was about to call him "Fengliu" when he looked up and saw that the person walking in was not Zhou Fengliu, but his own "beloved disciple", the Great Master Lingyu.

Sealing Jade?

Zhang Lingyu was somewhat puzzled by the three words the old celestial master had just uttered.

What title will my master bestow upon me?

...

When the person he was waiting for didn't appear, the old Celestial Master looked at Zhang Lingyu and asked:

"Why are you here in the middle of the night instead of resting?"

"Master..."

Zhang Lingyu first addressed him as "Old Celestial Master," then knelt on the ground and said:

"Didn't you send me?"

"?"

When did I ask you to come to my room in the middle of the night?

Hearing the old celestial master's question, Zhang Lingyu was taken aback.

Could it be... that I misunderstood?

Master didn't mean that?

These two questions flashed through his mind, and then he began to explain his understanding:

"Didn't you flick my golden light three times during dinner tonight? Doesn't that mean I should come to your room in the middle of the night?"

"..."

After listening to Zhang Lingyu's explanation, the old Celestial Master fell silent.

At the time... he didn't have that thought in mind; he was simply annoyed by Grandmaster Lingyu...

One golden blast wasn't enough, so he flicked it a few more times...

Who would have thought that Zhang Lingyu could think of something this advanced?

what's going on?

Did they think it was the Bodhi Patriarch preaching to Sun Wukong late at night?

The old celestial master looked at Zhang Lingyu, his face showing no change in emotion.

Those who were supposed to come didn't... but those who shouldn't have come did...

So be it.

Let me say a few words.

...

Thinking of this, he began to speak: