Jia Le jogged over to fetch the glutinous rice.
Under Steward Wu's mockery, Qian He and the rest could only continue on their way.
During this time, Jia Le's eyes were fixed on the golden coffin. No one knew what he was looking at.
Looking at the backs of everyone leaving, Si Mu's face was filled with indignation.
"Humph! The Qing Dynasty is already dead, and these damn eunuchs are still so arrogant. Aren't you afraid that the beast in the coffin will come out and bite you to death?”
" No…" Ye Chen shook his head and laughed," Martial Uncle, that's not right…"
" A dog wouldn't dare to jump around so happily without a hint from its master. Evil servants often have evil masters. The ones who deserve to die are the little prince and the soldiers of the Eight Banners!”
His four eyes were stunned, and Ikkushou couldn't help but glance at Ye Chen.
" You're right..." Four-Eyed smiled self-deprecatingly." The ones who deserve to die are those whippers who bring disaster to the country and the people. If it weren't for them, the western barbarians wouldn't have invaded our Divine Great Land..."
Ikkyu sighed and didn't know what to say. He lowered his head and chanted a Buddhist name.
At this moment.
"Master, that coffin looks shiny. Is it made of gold?" Jia Le, who had been silent for a long time, asked.”
"If the whip emperor doesn't want to die, it's made of pure gold."”
" Wow!" Jia Le exclaimed." How much gold does such a huge coffin cost?”
"What's wrong?" Si Mu rolled her eyes at him. You want one too?"
"Yes, yes!" "Master, I'll try my best to arrange it for you when you die!" Jia Le nodded and flattered.”
"Puchi!"
Ikyu couldn't help but laugh.
Four Eyes pinched Jia Le's cheeks and pulled them to the sides with all his might. He said with a fake smile,""You're so filial. Master really loves you to death!”
Four-Eyed's hands were dark.
Jia Le's Pain Mask was pulled out.
After a while, he released his hand to vent his anger."Do you know where you went wrong?”
"I know…" Jia Le's eyes were teary.
"Where did I go wrong?"
"I flattered my leg…" Jia Le sounded aggrieved.
Ye Chen smiled when he heard the funny conversation between the master and disciple.
" Senior Brother, read more when you have nothing to do," he said earnestly." This kind of coffin is called a hexagonal golden coffin. It's specially used to suppress corpse qi."”
"A Daoist priest turning into a zombie after dying…isn't this scolding Martial Uncle?”
Hearing this, Jia Le suddenly realized that there was such a trick…
He looked at Ye Chen and laughed,"Junior brother Ye Chen, you know so much!”
Thump!
Four-eye raised his hand and knocked Jia Le on the head.
Look at your erudite junior brother, and then look at your stupid little donkey.
I've really committed a sin by taking you in!
Ikkyu also looked at Ye Chen with a smile, his eyes full of admiration.
To be able to have such knowledge at such a young age, he was worthy of being called knowledgeable!
After the farce, everyone dispersed.
Back at the training hall.
When Si Mu saw the words on the Jiale table that connected to the underworld, his expression gradually became unfriendly.
His gaze lingered between the pen and the paper.
Jia Le's heart turned cold.
I'm finished!
Master's anger had not subsided!
As expected.
In the next second, a calm voice sounded in his ears.
"Jiale, continue grinding the ink and writing!”
Jia Le wrote a few more words with a bitter face.
The words he wrote were also tadpole-shaped.
Thump!
His four eyes were hit again, causing Jia Le to grimace in pain.
"Watch carefully! How is it written!"
Four Eyes lowered his head and held the pen, writing on the paper like a dragon and snake.
Very quickly.
A few bold and powerful words were hung on the paper.
Compared to these words, Jia Le's handwriting was like a child's scribble.
"You're already so old, but your handwriting is still so ugly. Even your master is ashamed of you!”
Four Eyes scolded, then turned to look at Ye Chen with pride in his eyes," Martial Nephew, how is the writing of Martial Uncle?”
"Not bad!" Ye Chen nodded with admiration in his eyes.
The four eyes were written in the Yan style, which also wrote 30% of Yan Zhenqing's taste.
As a Taoist priest, it was not easy to write the taste of a calligraphy master!
It was worthy of praise.
"Come, Martial Nephew, let Martial Uncle see how good your handwriting is!"”
He put down the pen and gestured for Ye Chen to pull it out.
Ye Chen hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and refused.
The four eyes were teaching their disciples, so there was no need for him to steal the limelight.
And the two times he hesitated and rejected, it made the four eyes even more determined in their guesses.
His Martial Nephew couldn't write!
Thinking of this, the smile on his face deepened."It's okay if your handwriting isn't good. Martial Uncle will teach you!”
Facing the four pairs of eyes, Ye Chen's eyes twitched.
He understood!
On the surface, this pretentious bastard, Four Eyes, was educating his disciple, but in reality, he was just showing off his skills!
That was the truth.
His four eyes were still childlike and liked to play with the younger generation.
However, he had traveled the world for decades after all. His knowledge and experience were above that of the younger generation.
All this while, he was the only one who had the right to tease the younger generation. How could the younger generation make him suffer?
However, in front of Ye Chen, everything changed.
In a fight with his little Martial Nephew, he didn't even have the upper hand!
He had been subdued by Ye Chen.
Previously, when he noticed Ye Chen's hesitation, he guessed that Ye Chen's handwriting was definitely not good!
Coincidentally, he was praised by his fellow disciples as 'Little Yan Zhenqing' in Mao Mountain!
Wouldn't it be a great victory to attack the weak with the strong?
Isn't it good to bully the weak with the strong?
Ye Chen grinned,"Then I'll have to embarrass myself!"”
The smile on Si Mu's face grew wider as he nodded his head vigorously,""Alright ~ Uncle-Master will definitely guide you well…"
Looking at the smug four-eyed man who was about to be slapped in the face, Ye Chen walked to the table and put his pen on the paper.
The four eyes were written in the Yan style.
Therefore, he had no choice.
He also wrote in the Yan style!
The words were the same as the four eyes!
'Heaven rewards hard work.'
As soon as he said these words, the smile on his face froze and he was completely stunned.
When Ye Chen picked up the brush, he realized that something was wrong.
Tao has Tao accumulation, and words have character bones.
Whether a person could write or not could be seen when he picked up the pen.
When Ye Chen started writing, he realized…
Ye Chen's aura was something that even he could not compare to!
Looking at Ye Chen's words…
Yes!
Just four short words, but it was enough to display his writing skills to perfection!
His bold and unrestrained calligraphy style was revealed!
The four-eyed man's mind was in a mess!
He had seen Yan Zhenqing's authentic work before.
If his Yan style had some of Yan Zhenqing's, then Ye Chen's Yan style…
Good fellow!
It was as if the two were written by the same person!
If it wasn't for the fact that Ye Chen's ink hadn't dried yet, he would have thought that this was also Yan Zhenqing's authentic work!
Putting his and Ye Chen's together, his was like a ghost drawing or a child's doodle!
Realizing the gap between him and Ye Chen, Four Eyes felt terrible.
It was f * cking ridiculous…
Why did you hesitate when I asked you to write it just now?
You gave Martial Uncle a very painful slap to his face…
At this moment.
Ye Chen opened his mouth.
He placed his hands on his hips and said in a childish voice,"Martial Uncle, you are already so old, but your handwriting is still so ugly. Even Martial Nephew is helping you to be embarrassed!”
Four Eyes: "!!!"
Wasn't this what I said to teach Jia Le a lesson?!
Also, do you think it's polite to talk to your martial uncle like this?？？
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