Chapter 72: My Ancient Apprentice (1)

Under the tree, Duan Qingen got up, touched his white beard, went into the room and looked at the mirror, and it looked like a fairy-like bone.
Yes, white beard.
In order to confuse people, the original owner dressed up like this white-haired grandfather, with white hair, long white beard, and a wrinkle makeup on his face.
When the big disciple didn't come under his door, he was all dressed in a not-so-immortal robe, walking around in various small places with his sister-in-law.
No way, people in the bigger cities know that feudal superstitions ca n’t be believed. They are also young people with sharper eyes than anything. A little leak can directly send you online for exposure.
The original owner learned to be good after eating a few losses, and ran specifically to that kind of small place to lie to the elderly.
How to cheat is quite simple.
Owner: "I am ninety-nine years old this year, but my body is still as tough as a young man. Look, I can still turn around. If I am a liar, can I be so spirited? Look at this, yes The Jin Dan that I practiced as a replenisher is an evil spell. As long as you have them, you can be like me, no matter how old you are. "
Then, the deceived old people looked at the typical example in front of them, and then thought about their legs and feet being particularly unfavorable since they were older. If they were not mental, they would pay for them.
People have weaknesses. They want to be healthy when they are sick, and want to be young when they are old. In addition, most people of this age have no culture. They do n’t know what makeup is, and they do n’t know that they deliberately cheated him. Are you fooled?
They would not have thought that under this 99-year-old skin, it was only a man in his thirties.
Duan Qingen did not remove the makeup on his face directly, but went out and continued to rest on the lounge chair.
Before lying for a while, brisk footsteps came from outside. If it were not Duan Qingen's ear spirits, such a slight movement would not be heard at all.
"Master!"
A teenager who was about 13 or 14 years old looked around from the old courtyard, his eyes were full of respect for Duan Qingen.
He looks good, his eyes are black and bright, his nose is very tall compared to ordinary Chinese, his skin is because the wind and sun all year round are not very white, but the wheat color is more like his spirit.
His facial features are also a bit like foreigners, probably because he did n’t eat well before, but he does n’t have the baby fat that children have on his face at this age, with sharp corners, and looks like a cool little handsome guy.
It ’s just that this guy is not so cool in appearance. When he entered the yard, he grinned at Duan Qingen, showing his big white teeth, and scratched his head. The sister-in-law's wall. "
Duan Qingen pulled two times in his memory before finding out the memory about chicken blood.
This is the second day that the original owner picked up the child. Yesterday, he was going to go up the mountain to a village that he saw underneath to find some old people. He was walking and found a person lying in the nest below.
At that time, the original owner did not notice the costume he was wearing, only saw his face, and it was estimated that the children in the village fell down in the air, and climbed down to create a way to play "the fairy old man saves the child".
When he went, he woke up before taking two pictures of the child's face.
Just to the disappointment of the original owner, he asked the question, "Where does your family live?" "How many people are there in the village?" "Are there any strange things in your village recently?" There is no answer at all.
Ask how many people are in the family, and say no one, just him.
Asked him why he fell here alone, and began to say something that the original owner couldn't understand.
What was robbed by the darts, and pierced the heart by someone.
After speaking, the child touched himself up and down, shocked and confused, and began to ask if this place was where the gods lived, and whether he was saved by the gods.
The original owner himself was an orphan. He had been kidnapped from childhood. His spare time was to enrich his deceptive skills. It would be good to recognise a word. Where would I learn history ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Seeing Feng Shui, TV I do n’t watch it. I go north and south every day. Where can I watch TV?
There are mobile phones, but he is a liar. Wherever he dares to make in-depth contact with people, he fumbles by himself, so he does not find out the function of watching TV with a mobile phone.
He couldn't understand what the child was saying, so he stamped that the child was a fool in the village.
So he said casually, yes, he is a fairy.
Seeing the child's eyes immediately filled with longing and worship, the original owner's heart was even more stamped. This was a fool.
At this time, the older people can barely believe in fortune-telling or something, but if they jump out and say "I am a fairy", they will be polite if they don't call the police.
It was originally intended to go down the same mountain with the child, but when they went down, they met a snake. The snake was shocked, and it looked like it would bite the original owner. It was the child's eyes that were picking up on the ground. A stone killed the snake.
Center the head.
Although the original owner hasn't read many books, he also knows that this is true.
Bye bye, the child was ignorant, saying what to believe, and claiming to be an orphan.
A flicker caused the child to worship the teacher.
The original owner wanted to flicker for a while, but the child directly kneeled down with joy and gave him a few bumps.
He didn't even know that in this age of children's life, he was a father for one day for a master. The master had a similar existence to his disciples as his father, and the disciples had to support the master all his life.
Anyway, the original owner felt very happy and let the child show his hands a few times. After asking him clearly that he was not in the village under the mountain, he decided to make this child a partner on the road to his liar.
He is a master and a child is an apprentice.
Every time he arrives in a new place, he pretends to be high-cold, and asks the child to have a relationship with the villagers first, and then let him marry a little "strange things". After that, it is his nine-character style. The nineteen-year-old Master is out for peace.
This is the first step of the original owner's deceitful deception.
This small village is also the first experimental product.
He flickered the blood of the big disciple on the wall of other people, just to make others think that the family was arrogant, and then the family asked again. The original owner who had just arrived in the village was a "master" and must come to ask him. Shot.
He casually made a little noise, saying that things were settled and he could collect money.
It can be said that it is a perfect plan.
If Duan Qingen wasn't changing his yin and yang eyes, and saw Zhang Dazhen's family go dark in the direction of the sky.
The big disciple still smiled at him, "Master, can the chicken blood I sprinkle really shake the evil spirit?"
He had no idea that the master he worshiped was a professional Huyou, and thought he was doing good things by quietly turning into the yard of someone else's house.
Duan Qingen recalled the chicken blood in the small half-water bottle in his memory and looked up at the black gas that soared into the sky.
"Ok……"
"A bit difficult."
If you use chicken blood shock, it is estimated that you have to use a large basin.
The big disciple was stunned, "So, what then?"
"Wait."
Duan Qingen went to the reclining chair again: "Xu slave, go and get me a basin of water."
"Eh!"
The big disciple went obediently.
Although the original owner only accepted him as a disciple for one day, he definitely felt from his heart that the apprentice did not lose.
Eat less, be diligent and obedient.
Although they only lived in this old room for one night, the diligent big disciple had cleaned inside and out, and even the next morning, he even chopped firewood for a meal for Master.
Since they woke up in the morning, the child has hardly stopped, either to clean up the house or clean the yard, or else to do things as instructed by Master.
These years, a child like him is considered by many people to be indifferent to grains, let alone cooking, so that parents who are in a bowl are distressed. Where can there be such diligence.
The only thing that made the original owner feel strange was that the child had a strange name.
Slavery.
Who would name their child x slave.
But he doesn't care, anyway, as long as the child will help him make money.
The big disciple soon came here obediently carrying water. This house was an old house they could n’t live in. The pots and pans were all borrowed from others, perhaps because the village was more partial, and the pots here were also That old copper basin.
It was quite heavy when filled with water. The big disciple had kung fu, but it was nothing. He first put the water on the stone table in front of Duan Qingen, then turned back to the room, took the towel and soap, and put it on the table seriously.
"Master, do you want your disciples to serve you?"
"No need to."
Duan Qingen waved his hand, first put his hand in to test the water temperature, and found that the water temperature was just right.
Although the big disciple didn't quite understand the kettle, but under the explanation of the original owner, he also knew that this thing was for storing hot water. He poured hot and cold water specially, and felt that the temperature of the water had just improved before he brought it to Duan Qingen.
Duan Qingen didn't wash his face immediately, and asked, "Who got your name for you?"
The big disciple replied obediently: "The second manager will get it."
"Is there a last name?"
The 13-year-old teenager shook his head in confusion.
He was bought by the dart board when he was five years old, and was named Xu. Because he was a slave, he had to be affixed with a slave character. He was still young, and he was unable to follow the darts several times, and so on. For slaves who are not considered dart masters, they cannot be given a surname.
Duan Qingen was not surprised by his answer, just nodded:
"How about you following my last name?"
The big disciple's eyes lighted up at once. If you want to make an analogy, the expression on his face is like a poor man who suddenly wins 10 million prizes.
The young man was crazy, and the bright-eyed Tong Tong knelt on the ground, desperately scratching his head at Duan Qingen: "Master Xie gave your last name!"
"Okay, hurry up. Since you are willing, then you will call Duan Xu, and the slave will be gone, which is not good."
Duan Xu nodded obediently, stood up obediently to Duan Qingen, "Master, disciples are waiting for you to wash."
"No, I'll do it myself."
Duan Qingen drew in a bag beside him, took out a bottle of lotion, and began to wipe his face.
With his movements, the wrinkles painted on the face and the fake skin made were also wiped off.
The emotions on the side were still very pleasantly surprised, and Duan Hou, who was next to him, had to remove makeup with Duan Qingen, and the expression on his face was gradually frightened.
"Master, master ..."
"Your skin has fallen off !!!!"