Dao Zhuang shook his head and said: "The Fa we have cultivated belongs to the inner self-taught ancestors, passed on to our masters, they keep the word generation, there are sixteen brothers, that is, 'Zhengtian Mingguang, Gongda Zhifang, Deyuan Qinren, Ge Zhou and Liang', from Qin to Jin, our ancestors and grandfathers accepted these sixteen apprentices, and to our generation is the 'Dao' generation!" You see, Daojin's world name is Yuan Hongfa, and the correct name in the door is Li Daojin, my righteous name is Daozhuang, the world name Xiong Wannian, and your Daotong brother's world name is Kong Xiangfu, but the correct name in the door is forever, and the world name can be changed at any time. ”

Dao Zhuang lifted the whole roast chicken with his right hand, took a bite hard, and continued: "The rule for cultivators to accept disciples is that they have no blood relatives, that is, they do not accept their own relatives, do not accept relatives who are related to the apprentices, and do not accept relatives who are apprentices of cultivators. ”

Zhengfan Shi drank a large glass of draft beer with Dao Zhuang.

"This time, the four brothers of the older generation gathered to plan big things, and tell you about the four masters who are cultivating the Fa in our hearts, the old man Li Shouzheng, brought six cousins; Our uncle Li Shouguang, that is, the fourth uncle, brought eight of our brothers; Daojin's uncle Li Shouzheng, who is our eighth uncle, brought seven brothers; Li Shouyuan, the tenth uncle, brought seven brothers; In our generation, my brother and I are now the oldest and the earliest, so the older generation will give my brother more or less face. ”

Dao Zhuang took another bite of food and smiled, "Our cultivators are most concerned about love and righteousness, for example, if we are moved, then we have to find it back, just say that the yellow-haired ruffian that day, Zhenji is looking for death, dare to find trouble with Daojin, Lao Tzu passed by with a fist, he couldn't move, and he was cut down with a knife, which relieved his hatred!" ”

Dao Zhuang also drank too much, and his mouth was gone, and he was triumphant, "Look, this is called righteousness, the righteousness of the same door!" It's who provokes Lao Tzu's brother, Lao Tzu picks his skin, but in the past few hundred years, no one really dares to mess with Lao Tzu, and the monk Gelinqin saw Lao Tzu's legs and stomachs have to turn tendons! ”

"Brother Dao Zhuang is really powerful, even the monk is afraid of you when he shaves his head!" Zhengfan Shi filled Dao Zhuang with a cup of draft beer.

"Why, do you know Monk Lingqin too?" Dao Zhuang frowned.

"That is, this person was mentioned in the self-reading textbook of provincial history sent in junior high school, saying that he was killed in Heze."

"It's in Wujiadian! At that time, the wheat was blooming, didn't you mention Lao Tzu in your textbooks? Dao Zhuang added, and then slapped the table.

"Alas, there is no such detail in the book." Huang Yankuo hurriedly played the round.

In fact, Huang Yankuo thought, where did you kill Monk Greenqin? One day I know to brag everywhere.

"Also, hmph, those who make up books, none of them are good people!" Dao Zhuang took another sip of wine.

Zhengfan Shi's brain was sweating, and his heart said, this is really not easy to serve, "That is, there is no one useful, and whoever killed the monk Lingqin forgot to write." ”

"Hmph, it's not that Lao Tzu doesn't want to cause trouble, and he didn't report his name, this credit made those twisters rob it!"

"Oh? I see! Zhengfan Shi pretended to be surprised, he didn't know if this person really killed the monk Lingqin.

"Hmph, those dead ghosts who braved the army's military exploits are fortunate to have died early! Otherwise......" Dao Zhuang said angrily......

"Okay, Brother Dao Zhuang, what are you doing with these disappointments, people don't know where they died, come and drink, brother did it, you are free!" Huang Yankuo raised his cup and drank it all.

"Hmmm! You kid, take off your pants, I know what kind of fart you're going to fart! Dao Zhuang snorted coldly, "Don't worry, brother, I'll take care of it!" Dao Zhuang slapped the table again, picked up the cup, and pouted to Zhengfan Shi, "Together!" Boy, don't play tricks! ”

At that moment, the door opened.

A few people had just finished drinking the draft beer in their glasses, and when they looked at the door, the head of the shopkeeper was peeking out of the door.

"I'll rub!" Dao Zhuang scolded, "What are you going to do?" Didn't you let in? ”

"This ...... No, it's too loud for you to slap the table in the house, can you make a little quieter! ”

"Fuck you! Where is the sound louder? Dao Zhuang scolded, suddenly remembered something, his eyes wandered away, and his tone dropped by half a degree, "If the voice is loud, Lao Tzu won't shoot!" ”

"Okay, okay, you drink slowly, do you want to add some draft beer?"

"Don't want it, add another braised pork, spiced grilled chicken!" Daotong shouted from the side.

"Okay, come right away!"

After a while, the dishes came up again, and after paying the bill, the four of them ate and drank for a while, feeling bored, so Dao Zhuang shouted: "Forget it, all of them let this boss stir up, stop eating, and disperse!" ”

So, everyone walked out of the hotel.