My master is invincible

Chapter 1151 Twin Souls (12)

In a short distance of a few meters, the old man walked for nearly a minute. When he came to me, my back was already soaked, especially on my forehead. Bean-sized drops of sweat sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain. come out.

"You want to know the reason?" the old man said slowly.

I suppressed the fear in my heart and hummed softly.

"Heh!" He smiled, raised his hand and patted my shoulder. His strength was very strong. Just this time, I felt that the whole internal organs seemed to be shaken, and a sharp pain spread from my shoulder. .

Immediately afterwards, the pain became stronger and stronger, and I almost couldn't help crying out. Fortunately, my physique is much better than before, so I endured it without making a sound.

The old man seemed very satisfied with my reaction. He kept staring at my face with a pair of deep eyes, as if he wanted to see through my thoughts and observed my reaction.

As the Eight Immortals, I am no longer the stunned young man who just entered the industry. I naturally understood the old man's plan. I slowly raised my head, looked at each other, and said in a low voice: "Old man, you are a senior. I'm afraid it's a little bit awkward to bully a junior like this." That's not right, if your master finds out, those three apprentices beside you..."

Having said that, I didn't go any further. What I mean is, if you bully me now, don't blame my master for bullying your apprentice in the future.

The old man probably understood what I meant, he chuckled, and without speaking, he raised his hand and patted my shoulder on the other side.

Frankly speaking, I can dodge him this time, but I dare not dodge, mainly because I am afraid of annoying the old guy and causing unnecessary trouble.

With a 'snap', the old man patted my other shoulder with his palm.

This one was more severe than the previous one. Not only did my internal organs vibrate, but even my entire shoulder was a little crooked. The pain was several times stronger than before, which made me subconsciously take a few steps back, and my eyes were dead. Staring at the old guy dead, I heard him laughing: "Yes, as expected of the most promising Eight Immortals, this body seems to have obtained some kind of secret transmission, otherwise, based on the old man's two strokes just now, I'm afraid I'm already paralyzed." gone."

Hearing this, I was taken aback, this old guy knew about my physical changes?More importantly, he actually knew that I was the Eight Immortals. How did he know that I never told the waitress about my occupation?
My first thought was that pendant on the waitress.

At the moment, I suppressed the pain in my heart, and looked at the old man, trying to find the plum-grass pattern on him. After all, I can't figure out their identities now. Only by finding the pattern can I have a clue vitality.

Of course, it is said that it is hopeful, but it is actually intended to rely on the relationship of Dr. Lu and others to marry the old man.

To my disappointment, after looking for a long time, I didn't find any plum-grass pattern on the old man's body. Instead, I found plum-grass pattern on the other two middle-aged men. A bracelet, another a neck tattoo.

This made me very puzzled, even the waitress, the three of them had this kind of plum grass pattern on their bodies, how could it be possible that this old man didn't have it on his body.

After thinking about it, I took a few deep breaths and asked the old man, "Old man, may I ask, why don't you have that figure on your body?"

After finishing speaking, I pointed to the necklace on the waitress' neck.

The old man didn't look at it at all, but smiled, "Hehe, that thing is just a symbol, there is no difference between whether it exists or not, but you, how could you be interested in that figure, maybe..."

Before he finished speaking, I quickly replied, "My teacher also has that kind of figure on his body!"

He was taken aback, as if thinking of something, stroked the beard on his chin, and said with a smile: "That's right, outsiders can't know this kind of graphics at all!"

While speaking, the old man's complexion improved, it was no longer as gloomy as before, but a little kinder, especially when looking at me, it was no longer so sharp, but full of tenderness and doting.

This made me a little confused, the old guy changed his face too quickly, and was about to ask the reason, the old guy turned his head directly, and said to the waitress, "Jing'er, prepare the tea set, take the old man's treasured Biluochun Come out and entertain this little guy."

"Master, didn't you say that the tea is only for close friends?" The waitress replied. I didn't know until later that the waitress' surname was Wang, and her full name was Wang Jing'er.

"Hehe!" The old man said with a light smile, "He is my best friend, he deserves to drink Biluochun."

Wang Jing'er seemed a little unconvinced, stomped her feet, and refused to leave.

"Jing'er, don't mess around. If you do this for a teacher, you naturally have the intention of being a teacher. Go!" When he said this, the old man's tone was not angry and prestige.

And when Jing'er heard this, the expression on her face was extremely reluctant, but she still walked towards the side.

After Wang Jing'er left, the old man spoke again, "You two also go out, the old man has some private things to say to him."

Soon, the two middle-aged men also walked out, leaving me and the old man in the whole room.

To be honest, being alone with this old man makes me feel quite uneasy. In the end, it’s still the same sentence. I can’t figure out what he’s thinking. Even if he just called me a close friend, I still can’t figure out what he’s thinking.

"Chen Jiu, come sit here!"

Just as I was in a daze for a while, the old man stretched out his hand to me, meaning to let me move to the left, and on the left was a table about 45 cm high with several opera scores on it.

I walked along where his finger was, maybe it was because the old man patted my shoulder just now, it hurt a little while walking, the old man probably saw this scene, smiled slightly, and walked to me, I raised my hand and tapped lightly on the spot where I was squirting, and the pain disappeared immediately.

I was shocked by his hand, but I didn't dare to ask. I bent down slightly to express my gratitude, then walked to the edge of the table and sat down. My mind was in a mess and I had all kinds of thoughts, but there is one thing I'm sure of , that is, this old guy should not do anything to hurt me in a short time.

This made me breathe a sigh of relief, and my originally uneasy heart gradually calmed down, so I asked the old guy tentatively, "Your old man called me a close friend just now, and Xiao Jiu has never met you. Where does your identity come from?"

Hearing my question, the old man smiled, "It depends on whether you are willing to make friends with the old man."

Forehead?
I'm a little dazed, this old guy wants to make friends with me, an old man who is nearly seventy years old, is he taking the initiative to make friends with a young man like me?Why is this hot so weird? Is there some trick in it?
(End of this chapter)