My Confucian Father

Chapter 29 The father sees his son alive and draws out seven wolves

Su Mu stayed in Ting Yuxuan last night and spent a good night with Fairy Bailian, but he envied Zhuge Bin and Tao An.

But they were convinced in their hearts, because Su Mu was the Bailian Fairy who won by his own ability, and they knew the process clearly, and they couldn't learn such a method.

Coming to a place like a brothel to play, using force or money will make people look down on it. Only people like Su Mu can be called really romantic.

"Brother Mu, how is Fairy Bailian?"

Tao An moved closer to Su Mu, and said with a smirk.

How... If I said that I just slept with her and did nothing, would you believe me?

Su Mu sighed, he felt a toothache when he thought of this, but fortunately Fairy Bailian has been captured by him, and there will be opportunities to eat seafood in the future, so don't worry about it for a while.

But in front of Zhuge Bin and Tao An, he smiled mysteriously and said, "Women are indeed made of water."

One sentence aroused a burst of envy between the two of them.

Now there is no strangeness between the three of them, and they are good brothers after visiting the brothel together.

Knowing that they were leaving, Mother Yang came to see them off in person. From the dark circles on her face, it could be seen that she did not have a good rest last night.

"Here, you will be rewarded if you have more."

Tao An took out a handful of banknotes from his bosom, and without even looking at them, he stuffed them directly to Mama Yang, in a very generous way.

This handful of banknotes cost at least 5000 taels, and Tao An was generous. Although he had a bad temper, he was never stingy.

As long as it can satisfy him, he doesn't care about money or anything, happiness is the most important thing.

"Thank you Mr. Tao, thank you Mr. Tao!"

Mother Yang took the bank note and was overjoyed.

Compared with the banknotes in her hand, Tao An's no longer pursuing the matter excited her the most, and she was happier than making money.

At the same time, she glanced at Su Mu, who was chatting and joking with Zhuge Bin not far away, and asked cautiously: "Dare to ask Mr. Tao, is that... is really the son of the Confucian sage family?"

Yesterday, she heard from the girl accompanying the wine in the pavilion that the man Tao An called Brother Mu was the son of the Confucian Saint family.

But she still couldn't believe it, the son of the Confucian sage family has such a noble status, even if he is not much less than the prince, even worse!

After all, if the prince is gone, he can be re-established, but there is only one son of the Confucian sage.

She had never expected such a big person to come to appreciate Bi Pavilion. If she had known this, she would definitely not let go of this opportunity to curry favor.

"Don't ask if you shouldn't ask, let other people keep their mouths tight, and you understand the consequences of talking around."

Tao An threatened, making the latter silent.

After knocking, he threw out a few more silver bills to reward her, and then trotted to catch up with Su Mu and Zhuge Bin.

"Come here! Brother Mu, wait for me..."

It is early morning, and there are not many pedestrians on Zhuque Street, but the shops and vendors have already started business early, full of the atmosphere of fireworks in the market.

After Su Mu and the others left Shangbi Pavilion, they rode slowly on the street, preparing to go home and rest.

"By the way, Abin, do you know the Spirit Gathering Formation?"

Before leaving, Su Mu suddenly remembered that he hadn't asked Zhuge Bin about the Juling Formation.

The Spirit Gathering Formation is very important for him to practice Taoism. Increasing the intensity of spiritual energy can speed up the speed of cultivation.

Zhuge Bin was a little puzzled when he heard the words: "I know I know, but Brother Mu, why are you asking this?"

When their Mohist disciples forge weapons and equipment, they will use the spirit gathering array, because the fire for forging weapons is not a common fire, but a spiritual fire that burns through aura.

This kind of spiritual fire can burn off the impurities in the material, improve the quality of the weapon, and the temperature is also very stable.

"I want you to help me set up a spirit-gathering formation in my residence to increase the intensity of the spiritual energy, which will help my cultivation."

Su Mu said that there is no need to hide this matter.

What is the relationship between strong aura and cultivation?
Zhuge Bin felt very puzzled, no matter whether the aura is rich or not, it is of little use to monks.

Because there are impurities in the aura, it is a delicate job to refine the aura into true essence, not to say that the more aura there is, the more true essence, you have to absorb it first.

But since Su Mu has spoken, of course Zhuge Bin will not refuse, and the establishment of the Juling Formation is not a big deal.

"No problem, wait for me to go back and prepare the materials. Isn't it Huo Mu for the past two days, and I will come to help Brother Mu tomorrow to set up your formation."

Zhuge Bin agreed straight away, this kind of thing is a trivial matter for him, and he will be able to set up the Juling Formation at the age of five.

After bidding farewell to Zhuge Bin and Tao An, Su Mu took Zhao Ming back to Zhenyao Palace.

Although he didn't return overnight, he sent the boy back home to report the letter last night, so there was no problem.

Su Mu only said to Xu that he was drunk with Tao An and the others last night, of course he would not say that he went to appreciate Bi Pavilion.

Although Mrs. Xu might not mind him going to brothels, he still wants face.

"Hey, who is this, willing to come back?"

As soon as he entered the small courtyard, the red-haired big bird's mean voice came, his tone full of sourness.

Last night Su Mu left it to go to the brothel with Tao An and the others, but he was so angry that he couldn't fall asleep all night.

"Yes, yes, I'm back, good morning Bird Master."

Su Mu said perfunctorily, and yawned,
This casual look made the big red-haired bird very angry, and said furiously, "Go out and have fun without Mr. Bird, right? Just like Su Changqing! No conscience!"

Su Mu looked it up and down, and asked back: "You go to the brothel with a bird, is there a bird for it?"

The red-haired bird said angrily: "Hobby! Hobby, do you understand? Master Bird, I just like to look at pretty beauties!"

"All right, all right, what Ning said is right."

Su Mu nodded in agreement, then closed the door to block out the sound of the big red-haired bird cursing.

Then he took out the spirit stones that he brought with him when he went out yesterday from his bosom, and found that these few spirit stones had faded.

The aura inside has been absorbed by him.

Throwing them aside casually, Su Mu took out a few more high-grade spirit stones, and then crossed his legs and began to practice.

Play for fun, make trouble for trouble, don't make fun of cultivation.

Cultivating the Tao is his only hope to save his life.

He will not slack off in this regard, even if the chance of surpassing Confucian saints in a short period of time is slim, he must keep working hard.

……

Zhuge Bin rode all the way back home, but he didn't go in through the front door, but tiptoed through the back door.

Unlike Su Mu and Tao An, the tutoring in his family is relatively strict, which also led to Zhuge Bin not having many friends at ordinary times. The only friend he has is Tao An, but now there is another Su Mu.

"It's finally safe."

After slipping back home, Zhuge Bin wiped the sweat off his brow, and carefully breathed a sigh of relief.

If his mother or father found out that he was out playing late at night, he would definitely be punished.

But when he passed the lobby, there was a voice that made him freeze in place.

"Abin, where did you go last night?"

Zhuge Bin swallowed his saliva, turned his head with a pale face, and saw a middle-aged man in a dark robe with a dull expression sitting in the lobby, looking at him with gloomy eyes, like a storm that is about to erupt. volcano.

Zhuge Bin knew that he couldn't escape, so he walked into the lobby obediently, lay on the ground and pouted his buttocks.

"Father, take it easy..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhuge Qingfeng raised his foot and kicked Zhuge Bin's ass, angrily said: "How many times have I said this! Tell you not to fool around with the Tao boy!"

"Go to the brothel and stay out all night, you really have a lot of skills! Do you ignore my words?"

"That kid's father is a second-rank official, holding a lot of power. He is the commander-in-chief of the Demon Suppressing Division. It doesn't matter how you want to have fun. Does our family have the conditions of his family?"

Obviously, Zhuge Bin's going to the brothel last night had been exposed, and Zhuge Qingfeng learned about it.

Hearing his father's words, Zhuge Bin said aggrievedly: "Isn't it the father's fault that you don't work hard? If the father works harder and enters the Zhongshu Province or the subordinate province, the child can be like him..."

"What did you say?!"

Zhuge Qingfeng was furious, and untied his belt with his backhand, only to see that the soft belt was shaken lightly by him, and it instantly became a straight stick.

This kind of belt was a concept proposed by Confucian saints at the beginning, and later craftsmen were invited to make it and named it seven wolves.

Once the belt was released, it became popular, and everyone with children in the family prepared one. It was known as a must-have weapon for home education and self-defense when going out.

Zhuge Qingfeng stepped forward to hold down Zhuge Bin, and beat him severely with seven wolves, and the whole hall echoed with screams.

At this time Mrs. Zhuge heard the sound and rushed over.

"Mom! Help me!"

Seeing his mother coming, Zhuge Bin hurriedly asked for help as if he had seen a savior.

Seeing this, Mrs. Zhuge felt a little distressed for Zhuge Bin, so she stepped forward to persuade: "Husband, just teach me a lesson. Don't beat him too hard. What mistake did Bin'er make?"

"This kid went to a brothel yesterday!"

"Husband, take a break and let my concubine beat me."

Mrs. Zhuge then joined the battlefield and played mixed doubles, which made Zhuge Bin scream even more fiercely.

"Boy, I didn't go to the brothel yesterday, but to understand the sage's principle of the unity of knowledge and action. Father, listen to my explanation!"

"You still dare to speak hard? Ma'am, hold him down."

Zhuge Qingfeng sneered when he heard the words, and asked Mrs. Zhuge to hold down Zhuge Bin, and then drew out a seven wolf, bowing left and right.

……

After about a quarter of an hour, Zhuge and his wife finally stopped and sat down on a chair to drink tea and rest.

And Zhuge Bin was kneeling in front of him, his face was full of snot and tears, and he didn't know where to throw the folding fan.

Looking at the tearful son in front of him, Zhuge Qingfeng had a complex expression, and couldn't help sighing: "Being a father is not because I want to control you so strictly, but because there is no way."

"My Zhuge family is a family of Momen, and has been a giant of Momen for generations; if you don't work hard, how will you take over the position of giant from your father in the future?"

"When my father was your age, he had already made some achievements. He was proficient in mechanics and became a well-known forging master."

"Look at you as a father, genius. Then look at you, trash!"

Zhuge Qingfeng said that he hated iron for being weak.

He has high hopes for Zhuge Bin, although Zhuge Bin is indeed talented, but he doesn't work hard.

Zhuge Bin murmured softly after hearing the words: "But I heard from my grandfather before that when you were 20 years old, you forged elementary magic weapons and you were hung up and beaten eight times in a row when you forged elementary magic weapons. And I was able to forge elementary magic weapons casually the year before last. "

Zhuge Qingfeng was silent for a long time, and then reached out to touch the seven wolves on his waist, this rebellious son can't stay.

Not long after, Zhuge Bin's screams sounded again in the lobby.

(I plan to change the title of the book to: This father can't get along, so I copied my script and made it a Confucian sage.)
(End of this chapter)