Under Chong Xuan Sheng’s wanton laughter, Zhang Weiyu’s face was as dark as water.

“Are you looking for fun with me?” He asked condescendingly: “You told me that this shit combination is refining elixirs?”

 Chongxuan Shengbu smiled.

"No, it's not bullshit..." Zhang Hai lowered his head and murmured: "I don't have much money, these are very cheap... I have studied many matching ratios, and they are of good quality..."

Although he was frightened, he still tried hard to defend himself, almost crying: "You can go see my alchemy pot. I only succeeded by a little bit...really!"

This situation is really a bit baffling.

　　　How can I say that he is an extraordinary monk? He will burst into tears every time he says something. What kind of practice can he do, and how can he be extraordinary?

Where is the will? Why is the mind so bad?

 No one can understand him.

Even Dugu Xiao, who has been working with him for a long time, cannot understand his weakness at all.

Even if Jiang Wang kept him, he only kept him casually and didn't think he was of any use at all.

 Waste will not be understood.

 Zhang Hai actually knows it very well.

 He knows he is a waste.

　　Not the kind of genius like Qiang Qian, whose life goal is to be a waste. Rather, he is a real waste who cannot succeed no matter how hard he tries or how much he invests.

 This is not the first time that a work of painstaking efforts has been dismissed as bullshit.

 Being humiliated in public is not uncommon.

 But today, at this moment when Jiang Wangdu, the peerless genius, was in a precarious situation, he didn't know why, but he suddenly felt a surge of sadness.

The high officials of the imperial court and the elite Nine Soldiers all came here for a genius like Jiang Wang.

The legitimate son of this sect, the desperate and hard-working pavilion chief, all fight for heroes like Jiang Wang.

And he was just scorned casually.

 No one was targeting him at all, it was just a casual and careless trampling.

 But especially this kind of carelessness...it's so dazzling!

 He is almost thirty years old.

 He is still the same as he was ten years ago!

 Can’t see the future, can’t see hope.

 “Okay, okay!” Zhang Weiyu waved his hand and stopped the topic.

 Somewhat unreasonably irritable.

 Alchemy pot, who is your mother using the pot to make pills!?

How come there are so many weird people in Jiang Qingyang?

Especially with such a wronged look, it seems like he is bullying others!

 At this moment, a soldier hurriedly walked in and rescued him from the awkward atmosphere: "Sir, I found something in Jiang Wang's bedroom!"

"Oh?" Zhang Weiyu deliberately glanced at Zhong Xuansheng without getting any feedback, then turned his gaze and asked: "What is it?"

 “It’s a talisman.”

The soldier held the amulet he found in his hands and presented it to him.

This amulet has a rough appearance, even ugly.

But Zhang Weiyu knew at just one glance that this thing was extraordinary.

With a case that attracts national attention like this one, no one can do anything quietly.

 Before he came here, he specially asked an expert to divine Qingyang Town, but the result was a complete mess, with no clues at all. He thought it must be above this thing!

Zhang Weiyu weighed the amulet and said with a smile: "What kind of secrets does a small Qingyang town hide that requires such a secret? In addition, I think Jiang Qingyang needs to explain the origin of this thing. I

I remember that he went to Qi alone, but he didn’t have any teachers or relatives. The power of this amulet frightened me. I wonder where he came from?”

There were no suitable chairs in the town hall, so Zhong Xuansheng kept standing. At this time, he raised his feet and said, "These are my boots."

He pointed to his clothes again: "My precious clothes."

 Then he tapped his waist: "My jade is all priceless. Do I also need to explain to you where it comes from?"

He took a step forward and looked down at Zhang Weiyu: "I now suspect that there is something wrong with the underwear you are wearing. You are not a prostitute and there is no tailor at home. You'd better take them off and explain to me the origin of these underwear!"

"

Zhang Weiyu had a winner's smile on his face: "Although you are eloquent, I hope you can argue with me like this in the court. Oh, I forgot."

 He slapped his forehead in annoyance: "I forgot that you have no official position and are not qualified to go to court."

"Otherwise..." He smiled and said, "Go back and ask the old Marquis to make some arrangements for you. Isn't that what you guys from aristocratic families are all like? Just cry and act coquettishly, and you'll have everything."

Zhongxuansheng’s face is not inferior to that of Linzi City Wall, and he will not be affected by this level of attack at all.

He looked not ashamed but proud, and said with a smile: "Are you envious?"

 Zhang Weiyupi smiled but said: "Of course, you are so enviable."

 “Acknowledge me as your father.” Chong Xuansheng said.

Zhang Weiyu didn't react for a moment. Everyone was a person of status. They should hide their secrets and speak sharply. Why did he suddenly curse? He was a little doubtful whether he heard it wrong.

Zhong Xuansheng looked serious: "Instead of looking for fish in the abyss, it is better to step back and recognize your father. Accept me as your father. Whatever you want, I will arrange it for you. Cry and beg, and our family will have whatever it wants."

What!"

"Oh!" He also imitated Zhang Weiyu and patted his forehead in annoyance: "I forgot, you have recognized my father a long time ago. You sit in front of and behind the horse every day, ask questions in the morning, and you are more diligent than me in burning incense for my father.

!”

“I can’t compete with Dr. Chen Fu like this.” He said in a consultative tone: “How about I be your little daddy?”

Zhang Weiyu was indeed extremely attentive to Chen Fu, never slacking off with courtesy and etiquette. He also visited the house in person every once in a while to greet him. This was true even if he had now become a doctor in the Ministry of Civil Affairs and one of the most respected young officials in the court.

Zhong Xuansheng said that he was recognizing his father, which was actually true.

 But this is the case with many things. You can do it yourself, but others can’t say it.

He said with a stern face: "There is no need to use such vulgar language in the market. It will only ruin your reputation as a Chongxuan family."

“Some people, if you reason with them, they will scold you. If you scold them, they will try to be polite with you.”

Chongxuansheng said with a smile: "The Chongxuan family will not lose its prestige just because of the useless me. And your Zhang family will not gain any glory just because of you, Zhang Weiyu. Because of you, now

My surname is Chen! From now on, my surname can be Chongxuan."

"It seems that I am playing the piano to a cow." Zhang Weiyu suppressed his anger, pinched the amulet in his hand, and said: "I hope you can still maintain such a sharp tongue without the help of the world's best inner palace."

Zhang Weiyu obviously doesn’t understand. In such a quarrel, whoever gets angry first loses.

Zhongxuansheng is a master, so he smiles even brighter.

 “I advise you to let it go.”

He said quietly: "If it gets damaged, you probably won't be able to afford the compensation."

"Oh?" Zhang Weiyu consciously regained the initiative, looked at him and sneered: "It seems that Mr. Chongxuan knows the origin of this thing?"

Zhongxuan Sheng also smiled: "Not only do I know, but Qintian Supervisor Zheng also knows. I think your Majesty also knows."

 Zhang Weiyu's smile stiffened a little: "Really?"

Chong Xuan Sheng pointed at the amulet with his fat finger: "This thing was a gift from Yu Beidou. He said that Jiang Qingyang is a talent that has not been born for ten thousand years, and has the ability to surpass the nine generations, so he gave this thing to him." The so-called treasures are given to heroes, rare treasures are given to geniuses!"

There is no need to listen to the idea that a talent that only appears in ten thousand years can surpass the nine generations. No matter how optimistic Yu Beidou is about Jiang Wang, he will not exaggerate like this. Zhang Weiyu only heard about it and knew that Chong Xuan Sheng was making things up again.

 But this thing belongs to Yu Beidou, so it should be genuine.

Especially since Chongxuan Sheng brought out the names of Qintian Supervisor Zhenghe and Emperor, the possibility of lying on this matter was almost eliminated.

Yu Beidou, who is known as "the hexagram performer for half a lifetime", is extremely famous.

 Some people spit on him like a demon, while others respect him like a god.

 But no one can deny his power.

Zhang Weiyu thought for a while and finally decided not to be angry for a moment. A man has a long-term view. He handed the amulet back and ordered: "Put this amulet back to its original position."

The soldier Zhan Yu in front of him stretched out his hand to take it...

But at this moment, something strange seemed to happen between heaven and earth. It was silent, because no movement could be heard or seen. But it was also surging. In the entire town hall, Everyone has a huge feeling of heart palpitations.

 It seemed as if a bloody giant beast was approaching near my heart.

After this feeling appeared, a long line of blood and electricity swam through the town hall in a trance, like a dragon or a snake. It was between reality and reality, unable to capture, and cannot be seen clearly...

  Disappeared in an instant!

 The feeling of heart palpitations disappeared and everything became calm again.
To be continued...