Cultivating the Tao: Beginning with Meditation and Liver Experience

Chapter 79 Fatty, you really let me down!
"Xu Yan, I'm going to kill you!"

A slap in the face.

Fatty Hong was completely fooled.

Immediately, there was an uncontrollable anger and roar.

Fatty Hong bounced off the ground like a rubber ball, his eyes were bloodshot, and he punched Xu Yan recklessly.

Don't look at Fatty Hong's size as huge as a ball. He usually takes three steps while walking, but when he actually makes a move, he is not as bulky as he usually appears. His body is quick and agile, even better than ordinary fighters .

Qi and blood surged all over his body, turning into Gangsha, his punches were strong and killing intent was full.

Obviously, Xu Yan's slap completely enraged Fatty Hong. He lost his mind and he did not hold back his strike.

"Not good, protect the adults!"

"Lieutenant Hong, what do you want to do?"

"Quick, let's attack together and stop him..."

"..."

But the guards outside the door, as well as several members of the imperial department who had not yet left, ran in one after another after hearing the movement, and said in shock.

It's just that from the time when everyone in Yuqiansi heard the movement, to breaking in the door, and then to opening their mouths to stop it, it was obviously more than one step too late.

Even before their words fell, the extremely angry Fatty Hong had already leaped in mid-air, waving his vigorous fists, only a size away from Xu Yan.

In other words, when the people in Yuqiansi heard the movement coming in, Fatty Hong's fist was about to hit Xu Yan in the face, so how could he stop it in time.

They could only pray that their "lucky" boss would be able to withstand Fatty Hong's angry punch and not be beaten to death by Fatty Hong.

Otherwise, everyone present, counting one by one, will all be blamed.

"Oh!"

It was as if God had heard the prayers of the people.

Under everyone's shocked and unbelievable gazes, before Fatty Hong's fist touched Xu Yan's body, he suddenly flew upside down, and even the power of Qi and blood condensed on his body collapsed in an instant.

The ball-like body fell heavily on the ground, and the bluestone slab under his feet was not damaged. It just rolled twice like a ball and returned to the original point.

This is……

what happened?
Everyone was inexplicably shocked, their brains froze, and they were all confused
The scene in front of me is not reasonable at all.

Isn't Fatty Hong a master of martial arts in the late stage after washing his marrow?
How could he be kicked back to the original place just like kicking Cuju even after using all his energy and blood strength?

Moreover, this person is also the "martial master" and "lucky guy" boss whom he and others look down on the most.

Playing oboe?

Or are you pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

Everyone was dumbfounded, and their brains lost their thinking for a while.

Also confused and lost the ability to think was Fatty Hong who was kicked back to his original place.

All of them looked at Xu Yan in disbelief, as if it was the first day they knew him.

"What are you still doing?"

"For the captain, throw out this criminal, who doesn't know how to live or die."

"It's a shameful thing, the captain will get angry when he sees this guy."

Xu Yan had a face full of hatred for his incompetence, and looked at Fatty Hong in extreme disappointment.

Fortunately, he thought this little guy was capable.

The result was that he was overestimated.

Can't even bear this humiliation and grievance, and become the eldest grandson of the Duke's family?
What a waste.

Xu Yan cursed inwardly, expressing doubts about his previous plan.

Originally, he thought that Hong Hao, a little fat man who was like a smiling tiger on weekdays, laughing and laughing all day, shameless, would be a hero, with some scheming and forbearance.

To deal with such a person, one must show one's strength and strength, suppress one's spirit and pride, and then let him sit down and negotiate honestly.

Who would have thought that this guy seemed to be a gentleman who knew the times, but he was actually an extremely proud and brainless dude.

Couldn't stand even a little humiliation.

Just a slap in the face made him unbearable, he broke his defenses completely, desperate to fight himself desperately.

If this went according to his own plan, and the series of suppression and humiliation continued, would the two of them still be able to sit down and have a good talk?

A glass heart is not so fragile, is it?
Xu Yan was extremely disappointed in his heart, and his attention to Fatty Hong dropped by three points in an instant, and he doubted whether such a thing was the eldest grandson carefully cultivated by the Duke of Cheng.

Fatty!

You really let me down.

…………

"Goodwill" reminded Fatty Hong.

Xu Yan did not stay overnight in the Royal Palace's imperial guards as in the past, but left the palace and returned to the Marquis' Mansion while the palace gate was not locked.

The separation of the Hou Mansion is imminent, and there are many things to do.

He needs to keep abreast of the latest situation in Fuchu, and then make a response.

Naturally, it won't be like before, not going back for ten days and a half months, and staying overnight in the palace imperial guards.

If you miss the negotiation on the division of the family property, wouldn't it be a big loss?

It's not that Xu Yan likes money.

But like it very much.

He also thought that when the Hou Mansion split up, he would get a large amount of floating money, and then go to the ghost market to do some shopping in preparation for his transfer.

After all, if I really want to be transferred out of Beijing, I don't know how many years it will take if I want to come back.

If you can't, before you leave, you can lie down in the ghost markets around the capital and make a lot of purchases.

When I get to the place, I am afraid that even if I have money, I can't buy many things.

These all need money.

Can you tell Xu Yan not to care about the division of family property?
Dingyuan Houfu.

Xu Yan had just returned to the mansion, and he hadn't arrived at his house yet.

I saw Yong Bo, the old housekeeper of the Hou Mansion, appearing in front of him, bowed and said: "Master Ninth, Lord Hou, please go to the study!"

"I trouble Uncle Yong to lead the way."

I heard the old man calling.

Naturally, Xu Yan didn't dare to delay, and soon came to Zhongtang's study together with the old housekeeper.

At this time, there was no one else in the study, only the old man was sitting on the chair behind the desk, reading a volume of yellowed ancient books.

"coming!"

Seeing Xu Yan's arrival, the old man raised his head, nodded in greeting, and put the ancient book in his hand into a thousand machine box.

"Grandson met grandfather!" Xu Yan saluted slightly.

The bigger the family, the more rules and etiquette they pay attention to.

Not to mention grandparents, even between father and son, there are corresponding etiquettes when meeting each other.

"Okay, no need to be too polite." The old man waved his hand and asked, "When did you break through?"

Xu Yan pondered for a while, and said vaguely, "It's been almost half a year."

The old man's words were a bit inexplicable, and he didn't know what kind of breakthrough he was asking about, so he could only answer vaguely.

I came into contact with practice half a year ago, and then I have the current realm of cultivation.

So he replied that half a year ago, there was absolutely no problem at all, and no one can make a mistake.

The old man was moved when he heard the words, and said in shock: "Half a year ago?"

"If I remember correctly, you were only 19 half a year ago, right?"

"The 19-year-old Martial Saint..."

The old man's expression was complicated, full of expressions of shock, pity, and remorse.

Forehead?
Are you asking about the realm of martial saints?
I thought you were asking about martial arts training time.

Also, what the hell is 19 years old?

I don't even remember the age of my grandson. Could this be a wealthy family?
Xu Yan kept complaining in his heart.

If he remembered correctly, the age of this body was just eighteen, while he was 35 when he died suddenly in his previous life.

So you could say he is, or 53 years old.

There is absolutely no such thing as 19 years old.

Half a year ago, he wasn't even nineteen years old.

Of course, complaints belong to complaints, and it is definitely not possible to speak out.

Xu Yan could only respectfully say: "Back to grandfather, he was just nineteen!"

Ok.

Just passed my birthday a month ago, and I am already nineteen years old.

The old man didn't know that Xu Yan was complaining in his heart.

After hearing Xu Yan's words, his expression became more complicated. Looking at his grandson in front of him, he sighed and said, "It's my grandfather's fault. He neglected you a little bit on weekdays."

No need to apologize.

You're not, you're not, don't talk nonsense!
The predecessor was a dandy who was not on the stage, and there is no such thing as ignoring is not ignoring.

Unfortunately, such a case must not be said.

Really want to say.

The old man in front of him is determined to fight him desperately.

All Xu Yan could do was remain silent.

Silence is the best answer.

For the rest, you can make up your own brain, anyway, I didn't say it myself.

Not taking the initiative, not being responsible, not admitting, not rejecting, not being responsible.

At this moment, Xu Yan suddenly felt that he had the potential to be a scumbag, and he was fooling an old man in his 70s, who didn't talk about martial arts at all.

Fortunately, the old man is not an ordinary person.

After a moment of silence.

He took a deep breath, dispelled all the distracting thoughts in his mind, and his eyes became clear again.

A pair of tiger eyes fixed on Xu Yan, and asked in a deep voice, "Did you tell the truth this morning?"

"Do you really want to transfer the post of Thousand Households of the Town Demon Division?"

(End of this chapter)