Manager Zhao led me to the door of the Shengxian Hall, and after coldly dropping a word of farewell, he did not enter the hall, but left in a hurry. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info I really didn't understand which tail this lewd looking manager Zhao was stepped on, and his attitude changed so much.

Forget it, I sighed secretly, put aside these messy doubts, and I stepped into the Ascension Hall. Entering it, I found that in the Ascension Hall at this time, in the middle of the hall, there was a huge incense burner that was half a person high.

No way! What a big incense burner, what is this for? Puzzled, I looked around at the people in the hall again.

Old Man Mu is still sitting on the Taishi chair in the middle, drinking tea leisurely, and it is indeed not an exaggeration to call it a long wind. On both sides of the Taishi chair, Mu Duoer and the young man named Ah Sen stood on the left and right.

Mu Duoer is still a short-shirted cow font, with a calm expression hugging her shoulders, and a heroic and capable appearance. In contrast, the chicken nest head Asen looks extraordinarily sloppy. Although this thing is no longer wearing pajamas and has changed into a black suit, the black suit is full of wrinkles, coupled with his blank eyes, and he looks like he has not woken up, which really surprised me.

The two sides in front of the Taishi chair hung down first, and at this time there were already a few people seated, and the right side sat coldly on the top of the top, with expressionless eyes closed, and there was no joy, anger and sorrow. And Jin Buchang sat next to Gao Leng, leaning on the back of the chair, crossing Erlang's legs, not only did not have any worry on his face, but looked very relaxed.

As for the position on the left side, there are only two unfamiliar faces seated. The first drooping is a white-haired old man with dark skin, the old man seems to be almost the same age as the old man Mu, with white hair like snow, a long face and sword eyebrows, a well-proportioned body, wearing a set of black silk Tang costumes, although he is old, it is not difficult to see that the physical fitness is excellent. In particular, there are three deep scars on his left cheek, which makes people feel a sense of intimidation when they first see this person.

Sitting next to the scar-faced old man was a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. A man with glasses, a square face and thick eyebrows, wears a pair of large-framed wide-brimmed gold wire glasses, the thickness of the lenses is a bit seeping at first glance, and he is definitely the kind of master who can't even see the road without glasses. He was wearing a navy blue tunic, and from time to time he shyly pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, which exuded the bookish anger in his bones vividly.

I frowned, a little guilty in my heart, and I didn't know where these two people came from. To be honest, the first impression I had of these two people was that they could be regarded as an old bandit who practiced his family and a typical otaku, and he was a very old kind of otaku.

I was stunned for a few seconds, somewhat embarrassed, after all, I was standing alone at the entrance of the hall, wouldn't these people be waiting for me?

Squeezing out a smile, I pretended to learn the scene of the hero in the movie, clasped my fists with both hands, and said hello first in a deep voice: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you've been waiting for a long time." ”

As he spoke, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Jin Buchang waving at me, so he didn't say anything more, walked a few steps quickly and sat down next to him. At this time, Jin Buchang stretched out a thumbs up to me, seeing that this meant a direct thumbs up for me: "Okay, boy, you have a style." ”

"Awards, awards." I pretended to be deep and nodded slightly, pretending to be unfathomable and waving my hand.

"Fuck, boy, you're still addicted." Jin Buchang gave me a blank look, and immediately turned on the tower demolition mode.

"Huh? I said how ...... you are" was just halfway through his sentence when he was startled by a sudden voice.

"Fuck! Dare to ask Lao Tzu to wait for you!? I'm going to abolish you now! Believe it or not? This voice was like a loud bell, full of confidence, it came from the mouth of the dark-skinned scar-faced old man sitting opposite, and he opened his mouth to scold.

it! What's the situation?! Isn't I just a little late, sir? If you don't just start scolding, this old man's temper is too hot, right?

Although I am depressed in my heart, in this case, it can only be better to have more than one thing. Besides, I got up late for this matter, and these people are probably big people with heads and faces, so they can't take over any new beams.

Just wanted to get up and apologize, but was immediately grabbed by Jin Buchang's hand. I was stunned for a moment, turned my head to look, and saw Jin Buchang shaking his head at me, and pouting towards the entrance of the hall.

I turned my head to look at it suspiciously, only to realize that at some point, there was a curly man in his thirties with dyed red hair standing at the door of the hall, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

Damn, it wasn't me, I was still relieved, after all, if I inexplicably touched the old man's moldy head, and set up one more enemy, it would be really not good.

Kindness? I continued to look at the red curly hair standing in the doorway, who was this person? The old man with the scar scolded as soon as he opened his mouth, without saving face at all, but it was a bit like Lao Tzu teaching his son, but at this age...... It can only be regarded as a grandson, right?

Old Man Mu's giggling and hoarse laughter sounded again, and it seemed that he was about to play a round to break the siege: "Old Qi, how many years have you been here, your temper also needs to be changed, young man, it is inevitable that there will be some small problems, you have to teach slowly, you can't be in a hurry." ”

"You know!" The old man with the scar didn't buy the old man's account at all, raised his eyebrows, and continued to scold: "Lao Tzu asked him to practice martial arts with Lao Tzu to strengthen his body, how do you know that this hammer not only doesn't learn, but also has to engage in Western fitness?" What the hell is that? Running every day, jumping, there's a fart! It's really going to be a mess, except for being able to run! ”

Old Man Mu still had a smile on his face, obviously knowing the temper and temperament of this scar-faced old man known as Lao Qi: "Okay, okay, let the children decide for themselves, and we are not young anymore." As he spoke, he beckoned to the red curly hair standing at the door: "Chuzi, I haven't seen you for a few years, I have indeed become a lot stronger, come and come, come and sit down and talk." ”

Red Curly Fur listened to the greeting of the old man Mu, as if he had received an amnesty order, let out a sigh of relief, and hurriedly walked into the hall to find a place to sit down. Which Cheng wanted the old man with a scarface, but he still didn't give up, and shouted: "Sit a fart!" Stand for Lao Tzu! ”

The red curly hair put on a helpless bitter gourd face, hesitated for a moment, and finally chose not to slip away, and honestly stood behind the old man with the scarface without saying a word......