C48 (2/2)

Zhang Shaowu said to me in a low voice: ”Old Master Zhuo is also a eccentric person, don't speak carelessly when you're in there. He has a conservative personality, like an old master in an old society who especially dislikes girls appearing in public. If you wear so little, he probably won't have a good impression of you.”

[What the hell! There is actually such an old man in society these days. So what if he is conservative? He lowered his head and saw that he was wearing pretty good clothes. Maybe, his chest was a bit low and his pants were a bit short?

”Then why didn't you tell me in advance so that I could change into a more conservative set of clothes?”

”The question is, do we still have time to buy clothes?” Fu Junqing's words made me speechless.

Fine, at most I'll just be a little more humble. I won't mind what he says, everything is for the sake of letting Zhang Ziyuan return early and cure the injuries on his body. Un!

After a while, the bodyguards came out, and opened the door, allowing us to enter. Fu Junqing and I led the way, with Zhang Shaowu at the front.

Entering the main house, an old man who looked really old was pruning a pot of grass. He had a look of concentration on his face, as if he didn't notice our arrival.

Zhang Shaowu cleared his throat, ”Cough, cough, Old Mr. Zhuo, I am unpolished jade gang, Zhang Shaowu.”

Old Mr. Zhuo continued to mow his orchid grass, as if he hadn't heard Zhang Shaowu's words at all.

Only when Zhang Shaowu introduced himself for the third time did Old Mr. Zhuo slowly raise his head and look at us. Then, he only said one word: ”Sit.”

To be honest, my eyebrows were burning with anxiety. Old Mr. Zhuo's calmness and calmness caused me to be extremely anxious, but it was a pity that this person did not speak of it before.

We sat down, and the servant served me tea. Old Mr. Zhuo sat in front of us and said only one word, ”Drink.”

My God! ~ This old man is so calm, is he really a person who cultivates the divine art in the legends? Aren't people who practice this kind of spell supposed to be in a hurry?

But on the surface, I still didn't seem anxious at all. I picked up the cup of tea in front of me and drank it in one gulp.

As expected, Old Mr. Zhuo shook his head and sighed, ”A four thousand one kilogram Dragon Well of West Lake, it's such a waste to let you drink it.”

Damn, I actually drank such expensive tea. How much money could I have drunk from it just now?

Zhang Shaowu couldn't help but say, ”Old Master Zhuo, even though we have never met, your name is extremely famous. My master and grandfather often mentioned you in front of me, saying that your divine art is unique and magical.”

Ah? So Zhang Shaowu had a master, he didn't even tell me who his master is, the previous sect master of the unpolished jade gang?

Old Mr. Zhuo waved his hands, picked up his tea and drank it slowly: ”Don't be so hasty, old, useless, my consummate technique, no one will inherit it, who knows when it will be taken into the ground by me, how boring, how boring!”

So it turned out that the Old Mr. Zhuo didn't have a successor. It was a pity that such a mystical Aphrodisiac had never been passed down.

Fu Junqing seemed to have thought of this as well. ”Elder Zhuo, why didn't you accept a disciple? After passing on your absolute art, I remember that you are also the son of the entire family, and no one is willing to inherit it? ”

Old Mr. Zhuo shook his head: ”There's no such thing as fate. Cultivating this kind of technique requires a lot of talent, otherwise, I would probably not be able to get any results after twenty to thirty years of hard work. ”You are?”

Fu Junqing smiled at Old Mr. Zhuo: ”Junior Fu Junqing is the descendant of 'apocalypse'.”

”Oh, no wonder. I feel a very rich aura flowing through your body.” The Old Mr. Zhuo stroked his beard and muttered to himself for a while, ”I know why you guys came. You guys want to borrow my divine art to go to a place where you can treat this injured person, right?”