Chapter VIII Recognition

"It's an opportunity for me. Chen Fusheng put down the chopsticks in his hand and thought lightly.

After all, in his young memory, this champion and Su Zhengfeng were the same year, and even if the two did not have a personal relationship, they could still have a relationship. After all, the three sames (classmates and fellow villagers in the same year) are the unbreakable laws of survival in officialdom.

And since Su Zhengfeng chose to be an official in the world, he must more or less take the initiative to adapt to this world, otherwise there would be no need for this.

As for Su Zhengfeng leaving the sect and lurking above the court, neither Chen Fusheng nor the Heavenly Desire Venerable felt the slightest surprise, the cultivation of the Demon Sect has the steps of indulgence and refining the heart, and Taoism and Buddhism are naturally no exception.

This Su Zhengfeng obviously cultivated to the point of a bottleneck, so he wanted to re-polish the Dao Heart through the red dust, in order to break through, and if he succeeded, he would advance by leaps and bounds, soaring into the sky; if he failed, there was nothing to say, he was destined to sink in this world, and there was no hope of rising.

Therefore, Buddhism is just that, and there are relatively few people in Taoist sects who choose this path, after all, in addition to this kind of Taoist heart that has been polished by the world, Taoism is more admired by the heart of a child.

Su Zhengfeng is barely a small alternative, but even Chen Fusheng has some courage, Taoist refining is not much easier than the indulgence of the Demon Gate, and those who dare to choose this path either have no way out, or they have great wisdom and bravery.

In addition to this news, the others are all short-term and petty profits of some parents, Chen Fusheng really can't catch up with his interest, and he automatically ignores these.

Slowly using the snacks and food, the sky had already darkened, Chen Fusheng settled the account, and took advantage of the night to walk slowly and quickly according to his own house.

Without passing through the gate, Chen Fusheng went around to the side wall, looked at the blue brick wall about a foot high, smiled slightly, and tapped his toes, and the person had easily turned over.

A soft force was born under his feet to dissolve the fall, and he fell to the ground without disturbing the dust. With Chen Fusheng's ears and eyes, he can naturally ensure that no one passes by here at this time.

With the help of the night and the shade of flowers and trees, Chen Fusheng walked towards the location in his memory as if he were taking a leisurely walk.

Chen An is settling accounts under the light, his family has been working in the Chen Mansion for three generations, as a companion who grew up with the previous master of the Chen family, not long after the former head of the family inherited the position, he gradually handed over the affairs left by the old housekeeper to his hands, and when he officially became the big housekeeper of the house, he was still less than thirty, which was the most energetic period for men.

That was when he was at his most energetic, and he secretly swore in his heart that whether it was for the friendship of growing up together or the grace of knowing each other, he would do his best to protect the peace of the Chen family.

Then the little master was born, and the Chen Mansion's industry was also thriving, just when everything seemed so sunny, the head of the family and his wife died suddenly, the young master was young, and all the affairs of the Chen Mansion were all pressed on him at once.

Fortunately, the Chen family has always had a good reputation, and the head of the Chen family also had a good relationship with several powerful figures during his lifetime, and it was not a profiteering industry.

But he didn't expect that the little young master was taken away by the immortals to practice spells, with his knowledge, he naturally couldn't tell the difference between cultivators and immortals, let alone the difference between Taoism and Confucianism and Buddha, if it weren't for the Chen family's relics as a witness, the Heavenly Desire Venerable did have real skills, and he didn't mention anything yellow and white, he was afraid that he would treat the Heavenly Desire Venerable as a charlatan who cheated money.

But he knew that if Chen Fusheng left, he was afraid that the drama of the housekeeper's jealousy of the industry and the murder of the young master would spread, and the Chen Mansion, which had just stabilized, would experience turmoil again.

Finally, the immortal master saw that he was pitiful and helped him cast a spell, so that he could spend all these years in peace.

Rao is like this, after so many years of hard work, the young master of the Chen family is about to reach the age of adult crowning, and the real master has not heard from him for eight years, all of which have turned into worries, together with the hard work, Chen An, who is less than fifty years old, has dyed his hair white, deepened his wrinkles, and his straight spine has also been curled.

Just when Chen Anxin was thinking about this young master, Chen Fusheng had quietly appeared behind him.

Looking at the back of this memory, which was extremely close and familiar but had obviously experienced the vicissitudes of wind and rain, Chen Fusheng said softly: "Uncle An, I'm back." ”

Although the voice was soft, it was tantamount to deafening to Chen An.

Chen An first stopped the brush in his hand and touched his ears, wondering if he had auditory hallucinations because he was thinking too much, and then got up and turned around again, even the chair fell to the ground because of this.

What appeared in Chen An's eyes was a young man about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a familiar face.

The brush in his hand fell to the ground at some point and now, Chen An stepped forward, stretched out his hands and wanted to hold the face carefully two or three times and then automatically retract it, tears flowed out unconsciously, and he could only ask in a trembling voice: "Is it the little master?"

"It's me, Uncle An, I'm back. ”

Hearing this long-awaited answer, Chen An couldn't suppress his feelings anymore, fell to his knees, and cried: "Little master, Chen An has been thinking about you all these years!"

Chen Fusheng was also a little moved, and the past clearly emerged, and he reached forward to help the old housekeeper: "Aren't I coming back?"

After crying, Chen An regained his former shrewdness and ability, looked at his young master, and unconsciously took three points of scrutiny in his closeness.

Chen Fusheng saw it at a glance, this is also human nature, took off an ancestral white jade pendant from his waist and handed it over, and said: "Uncle An, do you remember that you saved me when I fell into the river when I was naughty? At that time, I was afraid of being scolded, but please don't tell my father and mother." ”

Touching the jade pendant, listening to this secret that outsiders would never know, Chen An no longer had any doubts, and hugged Chen Fusheng to cry again, but this time he deliberately lowered his voice.

When he came to his senses and took out a handkerchief to wipe away his tears, Chen Fusheng spoke: "Uncle An, how has the situation at home been over the years?"

"The family is very good, the young master doesn't have to worry, because with the immortal second technique left by the immortal master back then, the family is very stable, and the business is also very good. It's just that in the past few years, many icemen have come to the door to propose marriage, but they have all been pushed back by my young master when he is still young and has no intention of starting a family. By the way," Chen An pointed to the account book with his finger, "The account books in the mansion over the years are all here, and the young master can check them at will." ”

"No need, I believe in Uncle An, your old man. Chen Fusheng shook his head, these worldly gold and silver had lost any meaning to him, "Let's go directly to my stand-in." ”