In the early morning of the second day, as soon as the sky was bright, the scholar Noble walked out of the house and found his son-in-law sweating profusely, bringing cold water from the well to take a shower.

Although Noble was a little surprised by Bai Ze's early riser, he didn't ask. After all, his young master has loved martial arts since he was a child, and he was also famous for his courage when he was a child, but he has not been taught by a famous teacher since he was a child, and he gradually fell into disuse. Today's appearance, it is estimated that I have been stimulated all the way and want to pick up martial arts again.

The fat boss and the master and servant had breakfast together, and the strange thing is that although the fat boss always mentioned it, Bai Ze and the two had never seen his wife and daughter.

However, the two didn't want to do much, so they took the fat boss's letter to his son and went on the road early. The capital is still more than 200 miles away from the local area, and the road is all smooth, renting a carriage is definitely much more comfortable than walking.

The two quickened their pace on the official road, wanting to rush to Zhang Haoshen's home before noon.

After walking for more than ten miles, the surrounding population gradually became denser. Turning through a forest, there is a flat river in front of you, and there are fertile fields and hard-working farmers as far as the eye can see, and at the same time, a wealthy compound also appears in front of the two of them.

The two of them came in a hurry, and today they were just in time for Zhang Haoshen's half-monthly banquet with friends, and the door was open.

The scholar saluted the steward at the door, and sent a famous post, revealing Bai Ze's identity as a talent who entered Beijing to take the exam.

The steward thought about it, and was sure that he had never heard of the name of Yu Ziyu, so he regarded Bai Ze as a broken scholar who came to eat, and led the two to the inferior seats.

Unlike the summer dinner, there is a cold spring in the spring evening, so the rich gentry opened the table at noon, the upper seats were in the hall, the middle seats were at the entrance of the hall, and the lower seats could only be set up in the courtyard for a few tables.

The scholar had already gone to the place where the next person was eating, and at the same table with Bai Ze were a few starving ghosts who were reincarnated, and this group of people was extremely skilled in meat and vegetables, and it should not be the first time they came to eat.

What's even more strange is that there is a table of monks and Taoists next door, looking at the appearance of these people in rags and patches, it should be very unsatisfactory.

Because the inferior table did not add food, so the plate was empty very early, and the maids who were waiting on the side saw that they had almost eaten, and they brought pens, ink, paper, and inkstones, and those broken houses were also familiar with the outline.

Bai Ze was a little dumbfounded, it turned out that this meal was not eaten for nothing, and some ink treasures had to be left. But he can't write well with a pen, and I'm afraid that the brush writing is not as good as that of a child who learns from Mengxue.

Other people around me also have paintings, but I have learned the basics of sketching, gouache, and sketching, and I can also draw a few realistic oil paintings, but this kind of brush painting that pays attention to artistic conception, I'm afraid I can't do it!

Seeing that the people around him were all sketched in three or two strokes, Bai Ze was a little anxious. A middle-aged man with a wooden stick to pick his teeth, if he didn't look at the expressive painting on the rice paper, he couldn't see that he was a middle-aged man with culture, and seeing that Bai Ze was still stunned, he kindly reminded:

"Little brother, you don't have to come up with something new, and Zhang Dahu won't care about our two-and-a-half Mobao. I've painted him six times like this one, and he never found out. Everyone eats with a mouthful of food, so just use what you are best at, copy something for him casually, and show that you are a reader. ”

Bai Ze smiled bitterly on his face, the key is that he doesn't even have the ability to show that he has read books!

The little guy who was waiting for Mobao on the side, seeing that Bai Ze had not put down his pen for a long time, his eyes slowly changed. To deal with this kind of person who comes to cheat and cheat without two brushes, the Zhang family has never lacked big sticks and family members!

Just when the little guy wanted to call the nursing home, he taught this "fake literati" a lesson. At this time, the movement of the next table attracted everyone's attention.

The literati ate and drank and left behind ink treasures, and the group of "cultivators" naturally had to leave something behind.

Zhang Dahu and a group of literati who were really famous, at this time, the table was also moved to the door of the living room, accompanied by two housekeepers, watching the juggling in the courtyard.

A big monk who was not afraid of wine and meat had oil bubbling from his mouth, and he took the lead in standing up and shouted in a loud voice:

Thanks to the hospitality of Lord Zhang, the poor monk is the reincarnation of the eighteen Arhats, and is nicknamed the founder monk of the Dragon Arhat. Although I will inevitably lead the donor into my Buddha kingdom in the future, but there is no basis for my words, today I will show my Arhat golden body, so that everyone can see that I am not a wasted person!"

Speaking of this, the monk touched the oil on his mouth, and his face looked solemn, and he shouted

"Bring the knife!"

Bai Ze's eyes also widened, and he said in his heart: "This monk's posture doesn't seem to be fake, could it be that he misestimated last night?

Thinking of this, Bai Ze simply looked out with his soul, but there were seven or eight monks and Taoists at that table, and only one old Taoist had a little spiritual charm on his body.

At this time, a pig-killing knife had also been taken. The monk's eyes widened, and after a moment of qi, he stomped his feet and shook up pieces of dust.

The monk roared angrily, and the sound shook the sky, looking full of momentum. He picked up the pig-killing knife and slashed at his bare stomach. Only to hear the sound of "dang chang", everyone looked at it, and the monk's belly was intact, leaving only a faint white mark.

The people around were amazed, and they all speculated that the monk might really be an Arhat who was invulnerable. A few anxious people had already come over, wanting to pray to this earthly arhat to let him bless him.

Zhang Dahu didn't see the doorway, and raised his hand just to see it. Suddenly, a laugh came out of nowhere. When everyone heard the voice, it turned out to be Zhao Gongzi who was sitting on the top seat.

This Zhao Gongzi came from a cloud two months ago, and he knows everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he is familiar with the things of the world, and he is handsome. Zhang Dahu regarded him as a guest, and I heard that he wanted to marry his daughter to him.

Seeing that it was his own virtuous son-in-law who spoke up, Zhang Dahu smiled like Maitreya Buddha and said:

"Virtuous nephew, do you see this monk's doorway?"

Zhao Gongzi, who was born with a very small white face and a good skin, shook the paper fan in his hand lightly, and said disdainfully:

"Uncle Zhang, you can rub his waist vigorously by three or two family servants, which will naturally make him show his flaws. ”

Zhang Dahu made a look, and a housekeeper immediately stepped forward and beckoned to attract three or four nursing homes with big shoulders and round waists. When the monk saw that something was wrong, he wanted to run, but one of the guards picked up a stick and knocked him down with a stick.

The monk was still struggling and said: "Master Zhang, how dare you be unreasonable to my Buddha, the poor monk is an arhat descending to earth, woo, woo, woo ......"

One of the nurses was very experienced in blocking his mouth, so that he would not disturb the master's audio-visual hearing, and the other two nurses groped around his waist for a while, rubbed vigorously, and then tore off a layer of thick iron that was no different from his skin color, thick in the middle, and thin at the edges, and sent it to Zhang Dahu.