Young Master Zhang has been very annoyed recently. Although he often looks at the sky with a melancholy look on his face, this time it is different. It is really annoying. The reason is his wife Zhao Qi.

He was entangled by Zhao Qi, and his reason was very fucked. Mrs. Zhao wanted to hear the story, especially when she found that Mr. Zhang had many stories here, her eloquence was not bad, and the plot was even more attractive. In days when she could not practice, this was the only thing that could pass the boredom.

"It's really trouble for women."

Old Master Zhang bought a piece of open land in the east of the city and built the current Zhang family courtyard. The courtyard is neither big nor small. It has four vertical and three horizontal corridors. The willow branches in the garden are as dense as hair, and there are also strange flowers and species that cannot be named. The flowers bloom in full bloom and compete for beauty, making the place so beautiful.

Young Master Zhang hid in this corridor, leaning half of his body against the pillar, and one leg was stretched out on the guardrail. Next to him was a pretty and cute girl, the second of the four close maids, Yu'er.

"Young Master, it's not a way to hide here. You always have to see the young lady at night. In my opinion, let's go back, right?"

"If you want to go back, you will go back by yourself, even if I die, I will never go back."

The maid was so funny that there was a young man in Suzhou who married a beautiful lady like his young master, but tried to avoid him in different ways. If this was spread, he would think that the eldest son of the Zhang family was afraid of his own and would have to laugh at him.

"Yu'er, don't persuade me. Young Master, I won't go anywhere today. I just want to clean up in this corridor. Go and find me a book. Young Master, I will work hard today!"

Working hard and striving is a joke. Young Master Zhang is eight years old this year and has absent from the mother's mother. The Zhang family has been trying to treat him. The position of the Western Conference has been vacant to this day. In other words, Young Master Zhang doesn't know how big a bean word is, and he is really a big illiterate.

"Young Master..."

The maid wanted to persuade her again, but she annoyed Young Master Zhang. She waved her hand and said impatiently: "Go and go, stay there, don't bother me."

Yu'er had to shut up and felt helpless. Today, Sister Cui'er was away from home if she had something to do. Tomorrow, her sister stayed in the main house and did not come with her. It was originally supposed to be Zhu'er with the young master, but unfortunately she had to take the cold. She had to replace her for a while.

I don't expect that the young master will hide from the young lady today. If the young lady knows, she would think that her maid had ulterior motives and deliberately instigated and made people embarrassed.

The more Yu'er thought about it, the more anxious she became. The young lady had just entered the house and the future mistress of Zhang's mansion was too late to curry favor with the maids and servants, but she hated her for no reason. It was so terrible that she could not speak out.

"Zhang Yao, why are you hiding here?"

A crisp female voice came from his ears. Young Master Zhang's face changed drastically, but Yu'er looked happy. She turned around and saw Zhao Qi strode towards him and said quickly: "Young Madam."

Young Master Zhang felt bitter in his mouth, but he didn't answer, and looked at the maid next to him: Yu'er, Yu'er, I'm useless to treat you so well before, but I didn't expect you to betray the Revolution, you little traitor!

Yu'er's eyes are observing the nose and the heart. The young lady is here. She dare not look around. As for whether the young master misunderstood something, it doesn't matter. The young master is careful and kind. Just explain it later. He will definitely wave his hand with a smile and say it's okay.

"Zhang Yao, why are you ignoring me?"

When I woke up today, I didn’t see Mr. Zhang as usual, and I didn’t care. I thought he would appear in front of me later, but I didn’t know that after waiting for an hour, I didn’t see it.

When asked about the maids and servants, none of them knew it. Miss Zhao was very unhappy. Her soul enveloped the entire Zhang family courtyard like a big net. Everyone knew every move and found the position of Zhang Dashen in the blink of an eye.

"Madam, I calculated my fingers this morning and found that it was not appropriate to tell stories these days, and I was afraid that you would be sad if you told me, so..."

"So I'm hiding here?"

Zhao Qi sneered, obviously disbelief: "Calling with your fingers? Who are you lying to? Do you still have the ability to divine good fortune and calculate good or bad luck?"

After coughing twice, Zhang Dashao's face turned red and his heart was beating, "It's so that Madam knows, your husband, I still know a little fortune telling."

This is obviously a trick of being fooled. It’s just that Mr. Zhang’s acting is so good. Zhao Qi couldn’t see through it. She didn’t know much about Mr. Zhang, so she was a little skeptical. After a moment, she hesitated and asked: “Then tell me, how many servants are passing by here in a while?”

"Madam, you are not sure about this question. How many people have passed by at one time or many times? How many people are there in total?"

Zhao Qi was a little embarrassed. She didn't think so much, but suddenly had an idea and asked casually. Before thinking deeply, Young Master Zhang suddenly said, "Forget it, don't think so much. Let's play some romantic things. Just bet on how many people pass by next time.

I guessed it right, I won’t tell this story for the time being. You ask me to take a few days off; if I guess wrong, I’ll find you an interesting thing to pass the time, guaranteeing what you like, how about it? Do you want to try it?"

"Gambling is betting, who is afraid of whom!" Zhao Qi said unwillingly: "Tell me, how many people will be there later?"

Young Master Zhang did not answer. He pretended to count and stretched out five fingers, with an unfathomable smile on his face. Yu'er next to him had already raised her ears and said in a secret voice: Why is the young master so sure? There must be five people passing by in a while?

Zhao Qi was thinking more. Is he really confident or pretending to be calm and lie to himself? He was a little confused and couldn't help but think about it a little more. Did everyone take a look at it? Zhang Yao was hiding. He was actually a divine cultivator?

This world has many sects of Taoism, and there are a few of them, but in general, they can be divided into two categories: divine cultivation and immortal cultivation!

The gods and cultivators are obeyed by the heavenly command. They may either be unknown, or sway over the market, or live in seclusion on the mountain gate, or be high above the temple. They respect gods and Buddhas and know the destiny of heaven. What they most desire is to be able to ascend to heaven and get rid of the suffering of reincarnation as soon as possible.

Immortal cultivators are different. Immortal cultivators seek transcendence. They are disdainful of the destiny of heaven and turn a blind eye to the heavenly court. As ants, they want to get rid of the shackles of the heavenly way. Even though they know that the future is difficult, they must move forward bravely without regrets, just to step into the sky outside the sky to gain freedom.

Since ancient times, the cultivator of immortal cultivation is both inferior. The cultivator mocks the cultivator for overestimating his own abilities. The cultivator despises the cultivator of greed for life and fears death. The cultivator envys the cultivator for the cultivator once he reaches the sky, he will definitely gain true freedom. The cultivator is jealous of the cultivator without repaying the grace of heaven and earth. If he fails, he can avoid his soul being dispersed.

It sounds a bit confusing. Simply put, the world is a cage. The way of heaven is the owner of this cage. Heaven is its spokesperson, managing the private property of all living beings.

The divine cultivator was unwilling to be the lowest-level toy, and tried his best to curry favor with the way of heaven. After some hardships and tests, he successfully entered the heaven court and became one of the managers. Although he was still controlled by the way of heaven, his identity was very different, and at least it was much more valuable.

The immortal cultivator is different. The immortal cultivator does not want to become a slave to others, even the heavenly way cannot be done. They practice desperately just to get rid of the control of the heavenly way.

Of course, the way of heaven is unwilling, so he thought of ways to stop it. Even if he couldn't stop it in the end, he could ask the immortal cultivator to repay the kindness. In other words, he wanted to redeem himself, right? Yes, he would like to spit out what he had eaten and worn me over the years, and use my plus interest to repay the kindness of the cultivation of heaven and earth.

If you pay it all, you and I will go one by one, and we will not owe each other from now on!

If you can't afford it, hell, it's too late to regret. Heavenly Dao must kill chickens and scare monkeys to warn others, and the only ending is the one!

For immortal cultivators, the inner demons should not be afraid, the heavenly tribulation should not be feared. What is terrible is the moment when you are ready to leave the world, the way of heaven asks you to repay, because you never know how much you owe the world and how much price you have to pay to end this cause and effect!

Speaking of this, we have to mention that merit is the only thing recognized by the way of heaven. God cultivators need it to show their merits and enter the heavenly court. Immortal cultivators need it to repay the kindness of heaven and earth. Although there are countless things that can accumulate merit in this world, the problem is that there are very little rewards. If you work hard for most of the day, maybe you can only save one or two points of merit.

It is precisely because of this that no matter whether it is a magical cultivator or an immortal cultivator, he is very interested in killing demons and eliminating demons. He doesn’t have to worry about running around and run around, just rush up and kill it. This merit can be obtained, which is simply extremely easy.

Therefore, whenever a peerless evil demon or a world-destroying evil demon is born, it will eventually turn into a carnival in the entire world of practice. Even the Buddhas who usually open their mouths and shut up their mouths can't help but take the sword with one hand and the other hand, and they are excited to bring people to get a share of the pie. Perhaps they know that it is a bit unreasonable. After sending people back to the West, they must add a sentence: "My Buddha is merciful, I wish the donor to escape from the sea of ​​suffering and become the Pure Land as soon as possible, Namo Amitabha..."

Looking at Zhao Qi who was thinking, Master Zhang felt secretly happy. The little girl was still too young. Do you know why gamblers always lose nine out of ten bets? It’s not because of bad luck, but because the dealer cheated!

That’s right, Mr. Zhang can proudly say that he cheated, but it was not considered cheating. It was just that he knew the answer in advance by chance.

When I woke up in the morning, the mansion manager came over. The things that Mr. Zhang ordered a few days ago were ready. The shopkeeper of Rubao Pavilion was waiting outside the door with someone, wanting to ask when he would send the things in.

He hadn't woken up at that time, and he didn't remember what the manager said. It was not until he saw the real thing that he suddenly realized and played with the two white jade objects in great interest. However, the size of his fingernails was different, and each side was carved with different black spots. Ordinary people could understand this thing at a glance. Isn't this dice?

There are also 136 square products made of ivory polishing. The back is empty and the front is engraved with different patterns. It looks warm and shiny, and it feels more delicate and smooth to the touch.

This thing is mahjong. Master Zhang was really annoyed by his wife. After getting married, he really missed his free and easy days. But now he doesn’t want to turn against him or give in to himself. He has no choice but to come up with such a bad idea to teach her to play cards.

If a woman is thinking about things every day, she is idle, teach her to play cards; if a woman is looking for trouble all day, she is still idle, teach her to play cards; if you hate a woman who wants to kill her, don’t make mistakes, teach her to play cards.

There is no problem with women in this world that cannot be solved by playing cards. If so, it proves that the way you teach is wrong!

Young Master Zhang knew this truth deeply. As for whether Zhao Qi would be led in the future, he couldn't care about it. No matter what he said, he had to find something for her to do so that she could purify herself for two days.

The tables in Zhang Mansion are mostly half a person tall rosewood tables. The square tables are like small coffee tables, with vermilion lacquer poured on them, which looks both exquisite and grand. Such a table is OK to place vases and cups, but it is absolutely impossible to use for playing cards.

So Mr. Zhang ordered the manager to make a new table, of course, the style is completely different. It is the Eight Immortals table commonly seen in modern society, and he also asked to prepare a few chairs. He had enough of the Taishi Chair of this era. Scholars should keep me with a noble spirit. This sitting posture requires etiquette and sitting upright. The more rich the family, the more this will be. However, after a long time, the back will be sore. If you match the Taishi Chair, the refreshing taste is no different from being tortured.

Calculate the time and the manager should come. All the items in the Zhang family have specifications. If there are no special requirements, the wood should still be yellow flower pear. If such a table is moved here, at least four people will have to carry it.

Just as he was thinking, a voice in charge came from a distance: "Be careful, this is what the young master wants. If the paint surface is removed while knocking and knocking, I will peel you off."

Young Master Zhang is talented. Although he has a problem with his head, these five senses are several times more sensitive than ordinary people. Not long after the voice of the manager came, he immediately raised his ears and silently distinguished the footsteps of the coming people. After a moment, a smug smile appeared on his face.

As expected, there were five people in charge, but the smile was too annoying and inexplicably stimulated Zhao Qi next to her.

The god cultivators are all timid and courageless bandits who are only smart and clever. Master Nanhuan educated them like this, and Zhao Qi also thought so. Although she didn’t have much friendship with the god cultivator, she had never encountered it in a sect practice, which would not prevent her from thinking so.

The divine cultivator is very annoying, and Zhang Yao is also very annoying. The master said that when he encounters a divine cultivator, he must teach them a lesson and let them know the power of the immortal cultivator.

Thinking of what Master Nanhuan once said, Zhao Qi became more and more disliked Young Master Zhang. He felt a move in his heart. A sword intent was as thin as a strand of hair flew towards the place where the sound came. In a moment, he heard a scream: "Oh my feet!"

"You're okay, you're in charge?"

"You idiots, don't you look like I'm fine? Why don't you come and help me!"

The servant helped the slumped to the ground and hurriedly left the place. Soon after, a new servant arrived and took the table and walked slowly.
Chapter completed!