Inside the Lotus Pavilion, the shouting was about to lift the roof off
When Zhang Shixun saw this scene, he had no choice but to go up. Otherwise, these bastards would tear down the stage.
Zhang Shixun said, "Give me the stick."
"Sir, what are you going to do?" Ding Dusai hurriedly handed him the stick.
Zhang Shixun stood up, leaning on his stick, and said, "I'm going to the stage to scold these bastards."
As he said this, he limped towards the stage.
When Ding's father heard that he was about to go up and curse, he was shocked and wanted to step forward to stop him, but he heard Ding Dusai's father say: "Dad, let him go. I'm afraid it won't work if others go up."
Zhang Shixun walked onto the stage and shouted to the audience, "Shut up!"
The audience suddenly became quiet.
Zhang Shixun pointed to his leg and said, "You all saw it, my leg is twisted."
There was a sound of disappointment from the audience.
"This is the old man Taizu punishing me. He thinks my stick skills are not proficient enough and it has damaged his reputation, so he punished me."
Zhang Shixun looked at the audience and said seriously, "I will never again dare to use this set of stick techniques to embarrass others, so as not to anger Taizu."
After saying that, he bowed to the audience and turned back to the backstage.
"Your Highness, he talks about Taizu's Panlong Stick in such a mysterious way, is it true?" Gao Yanei asked Zhao Kai suspiciously.
"Well, maybe... maybe..." Although Zhao Kai was a smart man, he was also a little confused after hearing Zhang Shixun's vague words.
As far as he could remember, he had never heard of the Taizu Panlong Stick.
"Hmph!" Wang Hongfu said beside him, "This fellow is clearly spreading rumors to confuse the people. Just wait, I'll tell Dad when I get home and have him report him. He'll be punished for it."
He Ji said, "This set of staff techniques is mysterious and unpredictable. When it is performed, it implicitly conforms to the principles of heaven and earth. It sounds like the roar of a dragon or a tiger, and when viewed, it possesses the power to sweep away thousands of troops. The person who could create this set of staff techniques must have been a man of extraordinary talent. I once heard my father say that Taizu was an unparalleled martial artist, especially skilled in the use of a long staff. Zhang Shixun's claim that this set of Panlong Staff techniques was created by Taizu is not without basis."
Zhao Kai nodded repeatedly: "Yes! I also have a letter."
"I want to learn Taizu's Panlong Stick. I must learn it." Gao Yanei said, clenching his fists.
Zhao Kai stood up and said with a smile, "I've enjoyed watching it today. It's getting late, let's go."
"Aren't you waiting for Brother Zhang?" Gao Yanei looked at the stage.
He Ji pulled him and said, "No need to wait. Shi Xun came to the Lotus Pavilion for Madam Ding. Let's not go and attract dislike."
"Oh! That's true."
As they walked out, several people were discussing Drunken Fist and Taizu's Panlong Stick, with some of them feeling like they wanted more.
Wang Hongfu followed behind a few people, thinking bitterly: I don’t know where Zhang Shixun learned this little stick technique, but he pretended that it was created by Taizu. I must report him!
In the next few days, Zhang Shixun was immersed in happiness and the reason was simple. Ding Dusai had been taking care of him in his home, bringing him water and meals, washing clothes and sweeping the floor, taking care of him in every possible way.
He sat by the window in the back building, looking at the Bian River outside happily, feeling refreshed.
He hoped that days like this would last forever.
Ding Dusai sat next to him, embroidering on a handkerchief with her head down, rubbing the needle against her scalp from time to time.
"Why are you rubbing your head with a needle?" Zhang Shixun didn't understand.
"There's oil on my scalp."
"Is there any oil?" Zhang Shixun looked at her beautiful hair, which stood tall and was shiny black.
"Apply a little oil and it will be easier to insert the needle."
"Oh!" Zhang Shixun suddenly realized.
I don't even understand such a simple truth.
When I'm with a beautiful woman, my IQ drops to zero.
Zhang Shixun watched her embroider quietly and thought her every move was beautiful.
"My dear, if I go to your house and ask your father for marriage, will he kick me out?"
"What did you say?" Ding Dusai's face turned red. He stood up and ran downstairs quickly like a frightened little rabbit.
"Don't run, I'm talking about serious matters." Zhang Shixun looked at her slender figure and laughed.
"I'm ignoring you."
If he didn't refuse directly, he would accept it indirectly, and the result of the test made him satisfied.
However, now is not the time to talk about marriage, there are still many things waiting for him to do.
Gao Qiu rejected his military training plan, so he had to think of another strategy.
Thinking of this, Zhang Shixun couldn't help but feel extremely angry. Gao Qiu said nice things when he received the gift, but he forgot about it the moment he turned around.
His request was really not excessive, and he fully considered Gao Qiu's acceptance capacity, so he limited the size of the guard of honor to two or three hundred people, but Gao Qiu still rejected it.
Well, since you won’t help, I’ll take action against the emperor.
Although you, Gao Qiu, have great power, you cannot cover everything with one hand. There is still the emperor above you.
Sangou came up with a bowl of millet porridge and said that Madam Ding had asked him to bring it up, as she had left for something.
This is shyness.
Zhang Shixun smiled and shook his head, took the millet porridge and took a sip. It was well cooked, and a thin layer of rice oil had formed.
"Sir, there is someone outside who wants to see you. I asked him to wait in the living room." Sangou said when Zhang Shixun was almost done drinking.
"Oh! Who is it?" Zhang Shixun finished the remaining rice porridge in three or two mouthfuls.
"I think his name is Chu... Chu or something."
Zhang Shixun thought for a long time, and suddenly thought of someone, so he asked, "Is his name Chu Hong?"
"Yes! It's Chu Hong."
Zhang Shixun knocked on Sangou's head, stood up and said, "Next time someone comes, you must tell me immediately. Don't act on your own. Understand?"
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