There's something wrong with my master.

Chapter 170 My Ancestors Are Very Powerful

The world is full of mortals, and the monks are moving forward in it.

Wine, sex, money, power, high positions and generous salaries, countless people surrendered to him, countless people crawled at his feet.

In the end, some people let go of everything, while others brought their deepest obsessions to a small town.

The early spring rain fell softly, forming a thread that wet the bluestone ground.

Pedestrians hurried past holding oil-paper umbrellas.

The painted boats are still floating on the lake, with men of letters reciting poems and composing couplets, and red sleeves adding fragrance to the scene.

At night, the poet took advantage of the rain and became a real poet.

The town is said to be the closest to immortals, and anyone with a little qualification can find the method of practicing here.

If no one teaches you, go to the academy and ask.

If even the gentleman in the academy is unwilling to teach you how to practice, then you truly do not have the qualifications to practice.

"Confucius said, there is no distinction in education!"

On the pleasure boat, a middle-aged man was holding a wine jug and looking at the dim red shadows in the lake with a look of unwillingness on his face.

"Liar!"

"It's all lies!"

"We agreed to teach everyone, why don't you teach me how to practice?"

The middle-aged man muttered under the influence of alcohol, and the unwillingness on his face did not fade away with time, but became more and more ferocious.

There was also a cultivator among his ancestors. Although that cultivator's aptitude was average, he also achieved the golden elixir stage and left behind some property and several books on cultivation techniques in this world.

If any of the descendants in the family are qualified, they can practice.

If you don't have the qualifications, then inherit the property.

However, the opportunity to become an immortal is hard to come by, and the inheritance left by this cultivator has become bigger and bigger by his descendants, but there has been no descendant who can practice cultivation.

Now, thousands of years have passed, and the once prominent family has long been dispersed by wind and rain, leaving only a few small cats guarding the ancestral land, and anyone can bully them.

After hearing the stories of their ancestors, some people in the tribe felt unwilling to give up, so they took the cultivation methods that had been kept for thousands of years and wanted to go to the small town to try them out.

Let’s see if Mr. Feng mentioned at the end of the exercises can help them again for the sake of their ancestors.

Wandering along the way according to the map in the martial arts, the young man who ran away from the tribe has become a middle-aged man.

After decades of journey, I finally arrived at this small town.

In the end, because I was an outsider, I was told that the gentleman no longer accepted disciples from outside the town.

The middle-aged man heard the bad news and couldn't bear the blow, so he came to this pleasure boat and wanted to get drunk.

It was only after I got on the pleasure boat and had a few drinks that I suddenly realized that the cost of living in this shabby place was so high!

He didn't bring enough money...

So, taking advantage of the alcohol and the darkness, he stood on the edge of the pleasure boat and wanted to curse loudly to vent his anger.

It’s all that damn old man in the academy’s fault!

"My dear guest, the ship is about to dock. Would you like to pay for the wine first?"

The woman who looked like a woman had a smile on her face. She walked towards him slowly, twisting her waist and swinging the handkerchief in her hand.

All the guests paid the fare when boarding the houseboat.

But this amount of boat fare is only the minimum consumption, which can be used to take a cruise on the lake with the pleasure boat and see the girls in the pleasure boat playing the piano and music.

After getting on the pleasure boat, the cost of wine and other things will be charged separately.

"Well...um...can I buy on credit?" The middle-aged man was an honest man.

I wanted to go on the boat to vent before, but I found out that I had to pay even to touch the girl's hand.

He suffered a series of blows in this corrupt atmosphere, and he came here to vent his anger.

So in the end I couldn't help it and ordered a pot of wine.

The wine came and I took a sip, only to find out that it cost three taels.

Gan!

When I first got on the pleasure boat, I thought that after paying the fare, I could just play around on the boat.

The middle-aged man muttered something about consumer fraud in his heart, then walked to the edge of the boat with a wine jug in hand, posed in a few poses, and pretended to be a gentleman.

"There is a science to judging the guest's attire. Can you please leave a poem?"

The woman saw the middle-aged man's embarrassment and didn't want to fight over a pot of wine, so she planned to use poetry to pay for the wine.

Many people who are frustrated, poor and destitute, but have some talent, will do this.

Occasionally, he would produce a few excellent noun poems.

Once the news gets out, the value of the girls in the painting boats will increase.

"Uh... I don't know how to compose couplets."

Well...it seems this person is here to eat and drink for free.

The woman's face gradually became unfriendly.

Even though it's just a pot of wine, rules are rules.

clap clap!

The woman clapped her hands, and several fierce-looking men hid in the darkness, staring at the middle-aged man with dim eyes.

"Has the guest ever been filled with thoughts?"

The woman asked again before the strong man walked out of the darkness.

You know what, some people are just mean.

Normally, they can't say a word even if you hit them with a stick, but if you scare them a little, they will all become literary masters.

Regardless of their level, at least everyone wrote poetry.

“I really can’t write…” The middle-aged man is just an honest man who wants to practice.

I've lived this long thanks to luck.

"in this way."

The woman smiled sweetly and slowly approached the middle-aged man.

Then she grabbed the middle-aged man's arm with one hand and clung to him like a little bird.

However, the middle-aged man looked terrified, and his steps involuntarily followed the woman's steps and walked into the darkness.

There was already a strong man standing there, squeezing his joints until they made crackling sounds.

The muscular muscles all over his body seemed to be about to tear his outer clothes into pieces.

"You...what do you want to do!"

"Do you know who my ancestor is?"

"You are a person with a foreign accent. Now that you are here, it doesn't matter whether your ancestors were dragons or tigers." The woman didn't care about the middle-aged man's words. She continued to drag the middle-aged man into the darkness with a sweet smile.

"I...my ancestor was a disciple of that gentleman in the academy!"

"Oh?"

The woman paused for a moment, but soon stopped caring.

"There are many disciples in the academy. My dead boy also went there to study when he was young, but unfortunately he didn't learn any skills at all and is still a useless person."

"It forced me to work late at night."

The two figures were getting closer and closer to the darkness.

The woman was a shrew. She didn't care about the difference between men and women. She covered the middle-aged man's mouth and dragged him into the small dark room on the houseboat.

The muscular man chuckled and followed him in.

"What do you want to do!"

"My ancestors..."

"My ancestors..."

The middle-aged man looked at the sandbag-sized fist about to fall, so he decided to just go for broke and shouted loudly.

"My ancestors gave birth to a child for that gentleman in the academy!"

"Stop!" the woman shouted.

The sandbag-sized fist stopped only one centimeter away from the middle-aged man's cheek.

The woman looked around, trying to sense whether the gentleman was trying to stop the middle-aged man from continuing.

But there was no movement around.

Could it be that this guy’s ancestors really gave birth to a child for that gentleman?

At the same moment, Mr. Feng, who was teaching in the academy, narrowed his eyes.

There was a trace of surprise on the face of the old man with white hair and youthful face.

Then he shook his head.

In this small town, it has been a long time since I met someone who dares to make up stories about him like this.

However, since they are his husband's descendants, let's not worry about it for now.

He was already used to old friends coming here.

People these days like to create chaos. Over thousands of years, the blood of old friends has already spread all over the world.

It’s just that his descendants are a little bit special than other old friends.

It’s a pity that I don’t have the qualifications to practice.

Chapter 171 Let You Trick Me

Early morning hours.

The middle-aged man, who had been treated to delicious food and drinks for a long time, got off the boat with the others.

This guy tasted the sweetness after this incident.

He had no money on him, so he simply used that made-up story to cheat people.

Sometimes he said that he was the direct descendant of the gentleman in the academy.

Sometimes he said that he was a true disciple of the gentleman in the academy.

Then he said that his ancestor was the gentleman's gentleman in the academy.

It seemed that nothing had happened to this guy for a few days and he was still wandering around the streets just fine.

A bold teahouse even invited this guy to tell stories.

"Let's talk about the first time. It was a chance encounter during the disaster year."

The middle-aged man waved his folding fan, raised his moustache, and began to make up stories.

"In those days, natural disasters were constant."

"My ancestors couldn't bear to see the victims starving, so they opened their warehouses and released grain to help them."

"Another ancestor of my family was a teacher who loved teaching and children."

"I picked a few kids from the disaster victims and took them in as my disciples."

"Mr. Feng is among them."

"Hey~ How many ancestors do you have?" Someone from the audience below started to make a noise.

"Does your family only have one ancestor?" the middle-aged man retorted and prepared to continue speaking.