Chapter 818 Poor Boy

Woo woo woo, old man Xun was crying inside, but he could only start pretending.

The old man put the food into the bag, straightened his back, restrained his expression, and darkened his eyes. The power and might that he had accumulated over decades suddenly emerged.

He shouted in a deep voice, "Poor kid, when we parted at Xiaoqiong Temple that year, I never thought we would meet again."

The sound was not loud, but it made Mr. Jing stagger.

"Sir?" Xue Mingyi held onto Master Jing, feeling very worried, because Master Jing was shaking all over.

The shaking got worse and worse.

Could it be that the old man suddenly fell ill?

Do you want to ask Mr. Xun to come and take a look at it, sir?

"Old Doctor Xun..."

"Master, Master, the poor kid is here! Woo woo woo, Master, the poor kid finally found you. Master, Master!"

Ahhh, Huang Yanglong was going crazy, couldn't these scholars just keep talking without saying a word? !

The students were stunned and speechless, and they could only instinctively make way for Master Jing.

Old Man Jing ran towards Old Man Xun, and in the less than ten meters he staggered four times in excitement.

"Wow, Master, the poor kid finally sees you!" Old Jing hugged Old Man Xun and cried like a child.

Huang Yanglong even covered his ears... He is in his early sixties, but still so full of energy. If you don't know, you might think that old man Xun has some elixir, and both the master and the disciple have eaten it.

and many more……

"Old man Xun, is he really your apprentice? Was he really called Poor Boy before?!"

Hahahaha, Huang Yanglong pinched his wrist hard to stop himself from laughing out loud.

Once the nickname "poor boy" spreads, how many people will laugh at Old Man Jing?

Zilin and other students also came to their senses, angry and incredulous, and asked one after another: "Sir, this old man... is this old man really your teacher when you were a child? No way, you recognized the wrong one, right?"

I'm wrong, I'm wrong, it's definitely not true!

How could Mr. Jing’s master be someone who associates with merchants like Huang Yanglong!

Listen to what old man Xun said before, is he still a slave?

How could the master of Mr. Jing, who was revered by the scholars as a man who enlightened the political mind and understood honor and death, life and death, be a slave? !

Zilin was shaky and asked, "Sir, is this old man really the master?"

"Sir, you are not mistaken, are you?"

"I think this old man heard our calls and thought it was profitable, so he came here to impersonate us!"

"Shut up! Who dares to say that my master is an imposter?!" Mr. Jing was immersed in the emotion of reuniting with his master, but he didn't know that these people would keep talking. He shouted, "He is my master. I have never told anyone my poor boy's nickname and the name of the Taoist temple, but my master can tell it!"

"There is a red birthmark the size of a date on the left side of Master's neck. Master's facial features and voice are also similar to those of the past. This is my Master!"

Although his appearance had changed drastically due to aging, the outline of his facial features was still there. In addition, the familiarity of his birthmark and voice made Mr. Jing certain that he had not made a mistake.

Master Jing stood up and knelt down to Master Xun: "I am a poor disciple, I pay my respects to the master and thank you for the food, treatment and teaching."

Bang, bang, bang, he kowtowed to old man Xun nine times before stopping, then looked up at him with admiration.

As she watched, tears started to flow again: "Master..."

Xue Mingyi saw this and knelt down first, bowing to old man Xun: "Disciple Xue Mingyi, I pay my respects to Grandmaster Taigang."

He also kowtowed nine times.

Ying Zilin still couldn't accept that old man Xun was Taoist Taigang, but how could he lag behind Xue Mingyi?

He knelt down and bowed, "Disciple Ying Zilin, I pay my respects to Grandmaster Tai Gang."

Also kowtow nine times.

Upon seeing this, the students of Taizhou Academy knelt down and kowtowed.

Students from other places knelt down and kowtowed hurriedly, regretting that they reacted too slowly and kowtowed too slowly.

Bang bang bang.

Bang bang bang.

Bang bang bang.

For a moment, the river bank was filled with the sound of kowtows, making Old Man Xun look like he was ascending the throne.

Old man Xun wanted to jump into the river and commit suicide... Ah, why did Young Master Jiang ask him to recognize the poor kid? Now that he has recognized him and made him kneel down, his merits are decreasing rapidly.

What merit? Old man, don’t be superstitious.

"Poor boy, get up." Old man Xun hurriedly helped Old Man Jing up, tears welling up in his heart. "Don't kneel anymore, it's all thanks to this old man!"

"Yes, I obey your command." Master Jing was happy. After he stood up, he called out to someone, "Quickly bring the couch over so that my master can have a rest."

Master is old and cannot be tired.

"Yes." The students hurried to move the couch.

Old man Xun stopped him: "Poor kid, don't worry about this for now, let me beat you up first."

After saying that, he called for help: "Boy Mu Tong, Master Huang, and that kid from the Xue family, come too, and beat up the poor kid together!"

After saying that, bang bang bang, he swung his fist and hit Mr. Jing.

"I let you boast, let you bring a group of students to hold a funeral to curse me, you evil disciple, why did I say I was exhausted today, it turns out you were cursing me!"

"I beat you to death."

"Bah, you lead your students to perform drama and perform magic, is this how you act as a teacher? What kind of famous teacher and scholar are you?"

"You are such a disgrace. Just embarrass yourself, but you are embarrassing me? Ahhhh, I will beat you to death!"

Old man Xun became angrier as he spoke, and his fists rained down like raindrops.

"Hey, old man Xun, I'm here!" Huang Yanglong rolled up his sleeves and was about to run to help the old man with the cane, but was stopped by Jiang Dalang.

"No, only Master Xun can teach Master Jing a lesson here. If you teach Master Jing a lesson, you will lose money."

what?

"Will it make you lose money?" Huang Yanglong was superstitious and loved money. He gave up the idea of ​​joining in immediately after hearing this. He stood aside and watched the show, cheering for Old Man Xun: "Old Man Xun, slap him in the face. Scholars care about their reputation the most. Slap him in the face!"

"Huang Yanglong, shut up!" Ying Zilin scolded Huang Yanglong angrily.

Huang Yanglong treated him as a barking dog and threatened him: "Ying Zilin, I advise you to be more respectful to this young master, otherwise I will let old man Xun tell old man Jing to punish you!"

"You!" Ying Zilin almost had a heart attack: "You are just a crude merchant who doesn't understand literature and reason. I won't bother with you!"

Ugh! Huang Yanglong bared his teeth and made a face at him.

Ying Zilin ran towards old man Xun, knelt down and begged: "Master, please have mercy on me, don't hurt Mr. Jing."

The students of Taizhou Academy and other students also begged, "Please, Grandmaster Taigang, spare Mr. Jing!"

Old man Xun was also tired of beating people, so he stopped and pointed at the mourning shed and said, "Tear these things down quickly. Not only are they unlucky, but they also cost money. What can't you do with your money? Why are you making these weird things? Tsk..."

Sick and shameful.

Old man Xun was not happy to stay here, so he ran to Jiang Dalang and said, "Master Jiang, let's go to Chenlou for dinner."

Beating someone takes a lot of energy and he's hungry.

"Yeah." Jiang Dalang nodded, turned around and left first.

Old man Xun followed happily.

"Master, wait a minute, poor kid!" Old Mr. Jing shouted, trying to get up and chase after him.

Xun Lao was annoyed with him and yelled, "Clean up the mess you made first before you come to Chenlou to find me."

"Yes, I will remember Master's instructions and will go to Chenlou to join Master as soon as possible." Master Jing agreed and shouted, "Farewell, Master."

After hearing this, the students immediately followed: "Farewell, Master Tai Gang!"

Ahhh, old man Xun is itching to beat up old man Qiong again... Look at him, he has turned the kids into idiots who only know how to flatter and show empty courtesy.

Master Jing waited until Master Xun disappeared before he stood up, looked towards the mourning shed, and told the students: "Tear this thing down, my master is still alive!"

"Yes." The students hurriedly began to dismantle the mourning shed, extinguish the incense sticks, and remove the altar for worship.

The Taoists were holding their weapons, not knowing whether to continue: "..."