There is like an invisible thread between people, tying together people from two different places, different personalities, different statuses, and different experiences, such as the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, Dong Yong and the Seven Fairies, Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian

, of course there are Wang Busheng and Zhu Wuyi, but the line between them is not tied by Yue Lao, nor is it an emotional line.

Wang Bushi lay comfortably on the bed, and Zhu Wuyi was waiting on him. Of course, a gentleman would not have random thoughts. Xiao Zhu's clumsy techniques helped Wang Bushi pinch his shoulders. One look at Zhu Wuyi's clumsy techniques, and Wang Bushi knew that this was Zhu Wuyi's first.

This time, it should be the first time to serve someone. Although his skills are a bit poor, Wang Busheng doesn't mind it very much. After all, it is his first time. He is like an old man selling oil. He only knows his skills. After doing it a few times,

It would have been possible, but without Wang Bushi's careful instruction, Zhu Wuyi's massage skills had improved a lot, and Wang Bushi couldn't help but make a few noises.

The Master of Heaven and Earth was educated in ethics since he was a child. Zhu Wuyi still valued and respected his mentor. He was often disrespectful to his mentor and would be despised among scholars. Such people were among the educated people.

He couldn't survive in the circle, and as a master, he also had the power of life and death over his apprentice, and could let him do anything for him, including murder and arson. Of course, those are things that unscrupulous scum and cultured people would do. Wang Budie

He wouldn't do this, but it shouldn't be too much to let Zhu Wuyi take care of himself until the end of his life.

Of course, Wang Bushi still hopes that he can live longer than that kid. It is best if Xiao Zhu can leave the inheritance to himself.

Therefore, there is no pressure or guilt at all when the king summons Zhu Wuyi.

The next meal was delivered soon. The lunch meal was quite rich. There were actually two steamed buns and two plates of side dishes, a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs, and a plate of spicy stir-fried chicken. Well, you are overthinking it, but

It was a plate of potatoes and a plate of small pickles. Of course, as usual, there was a piece of diced meat in the pickles.

Respecting teachers and teachings, Zhu Wuyi has buried it deeply in his heart, just like his first love. Maybe it was a mistake made impulsively, but he will always remember that if he does what he says, it is also his own.

Zhu Wuyi did not hesitate or hesitate to pay the price for becoming a disciple. He put the piece of diced meat in his bowl into Wang Busheng's bowl and said: "Master, you eat meat."

The king was so rude. As his master, how could he live up to his disciple's filial piety? He patted Zhu Wuyi on the head and said, "My disciple is so good and filial. Master loves you."

After saying that, he was not polite, stuffed the meat into his mouth, savored it carefully, and said, "Well, this pork tastes okay, but it's just too early to cook, and it's a bit old."

"Master, it should be said that it's meat," Zhu Wuyu reminded carefully.

"What, what's wrong with pork? Master likes to talk about what's wrong with pork." His prestige was challenged, and Wang Busui was very unhappy.

Zhu Wuyu did not flinch this time, but continued to explain: "Master, the current sage's surname is Zhu, pig and Zhu are taboos, and the current sage is very narrow-minded. In the past few years, some people were arrested by the Jin Yiwei for this and spent half a year in a cell.

Just let it out."

Well, this is the rhythm of the Literary Prison. Today's Holy Emperor is really stupid. Military ministers will fight to the death, and literati will die to remonstrate. In the face of injustice in the world, it doesn't matter if my king doesn't die.

Um. Well, I am still young, and I still have a useful body to contribute to the construction of the four modernizations of the Ming Empire. Faced with the persistence of his apprentice, and the Jin Yiwei who do all kinds of evil and harm loyal people, the king will not dare to expose him until he dies.

Beard, Lao Bu Shei once taught Wang Bu Shei that he should not offend the world, but Jin Yiwei. Jin Yiwei are all people who like to spend money and money, and they also do murderous things. Wang Bu Shei cherishes his life very much.

"Okay, I'll remember this, Master." Wang Bushit lowered his head and asked, "Xiao Zhu, where are you from and what do your parents do?"

Zhu Wuyu thought for a while, looked at Wang Busheng and said, "I am from Yingtian Mansion, and my father is a dog meat seller."

"You're from Yingtian Mansion, so you are from the capital. It's just that your father, a dog meat seller, can give you thousands of taels as pocket money. The current consumption level in the capital is so high?" Wang Budie is not stupid, and he quickly listened.

The problem in Zhu Wuyu's words came up.

"Well, my father's dog meat business is very big. My father didn't give me this money, it was my mother who secretly gave it to me." Zhu Wuyu continued to explain.

After Zhu Wuyu finished speaking, he had no doubt that Wang Bu would die. After all, the Chinese nation is a nation that is always associated with eating. Basically, they dare to eat all kinds of animals and plants. It is understandable that there is a huge demand for dog meat. Maybe

People in the capital have a special liking for dog meat. Father Zhu has a big business selling dog meat, so it is not surprising that he is rich. Besides, the money I earn is spent on my son.

"By the way, does dog meat taste better when grilled or stewed?" Wang Bushi looked at Zhu Wuyu with some curiosity in his eyes. Because of the limitation of materials, Wang Bushi always ate roasted dog meat.

I have never tasted stewed food.

"Well, there are different ways to eat dog meat. I never go to the kitchen, so I don't know." Zhu Wuyi was also very curious.

Wang Busheng looked at Zhu Wuyi with disgust. The more he looked at Zhu Wuyi, the more he looked like Emperor Hui of Jin who didn't eat minced meat. If Wang Busheng guessed correctly, Zhu Wuyi should also be a prodigal son common among wealthy official families in the Ming Dynasty. Fighting cocks and walking dogs, peeking at girls.

He takes a shower, has nothing to do every day, spends money to hang out, goes to entertainment venues when he is underage, spends the money earned by his parents every day, and does things that make his parents unhappy. Wang Busheng is very worried, he has not died yet, this

The boy has ruined the inheritance left to him by his parents. He will beg for food with him.

"What do you usually do at home?" Wang Bushit asked. He planned to get to know his newly acquired apprentice deeply for the sake of his future.

"Well, I'm usually very busy. I have teachers who give me lessons in the morning. They get really annoying every day. They actually teach me things I don't like. What's more, if a wise man has more money, he will lose his ambition, and if he is stupid, he will have more money.

Wealth will benefit one's faults, and a rich husband is resented by many people. Since I have no way to teach my children and grandchildren, I don't want to benefit from my faults and cause resentment. Aren't they just jealous of my family's wealth and pretending to be polite?

The exuberant look is disgusting to look at. He also said that a gentleman cultivates himself, manages his family, governs the country and brings peace to the world. He who is sincere is the way of heaven. He who thinks sincerity is the way of man. If he knows it, he knows it. If he doesn't know it, he doesn't know it. He also said that I

The most important thing to do now is to cultivate morality. They are obviously scolding me for being immoral. Why are they scolding me? I am eating their rice, and I am clamoring for my father to raise his salary every day. Those educated people are really not human beings.

brute".

When talking about this, Xiao Zhu seemed very excited. He must have suppressed it for too long. It is understandable that Wang Bu die should be released appropriately. Wang Bu die also sympathizes deeply with Zhu Wuyi's experience. Naturally, he cannot bear it at such an age.

Discipline, this belongs to the period of youthful ignorance, Wang Busheng understands this, after all, Wang Busheng was young too.

He patted Zhu Wuyu on the shoulder and said: "Don't be angry, your father is doing it for your own good."

"Maybe, I won't be able to see him for a few days." Zhu Wu put down the steamed buns with a very unhappy face.

"Don't be sad. A teacher is like a father. Just think of me as your father."

Well, Zhu Wuyi always felt that there was something wrong with this sentence, but he didn't think much about it and put on a smile and said, "Thank you, Master. I will also save the afternoon meat for Master."

"My disciple is so good. Master likes it. In fact, Master still likes to eat vegetarian food. Vegetables contain a lot of vitamins abcdefg that the human body needs. But Master is still growing. In order to grow taller, he must eat meat. Disciple, you have to understand." Wang

Fusei explained that he was worried that his apprentice would think that he was a greedy person, which would damage his image.

"Disciple understands,"

"Be good, apprentice. After dinner, master will teach you a few tricks." Wang Busheng was very satisfied with his apprentice's current performance. He was obedient and knew how to be filial to his master.

"Really, thank you, Master." Zhu Wuyu hurriedly finished the food in the bowl.

"The only martial arts in the world is fast, but it is very difficult to achieve this. The first thing is strength training, as well as the grasp and use of body flexibility. You must also know how to seize the opportunity, just like the enemy standing in front of you, clearly throwing a straight punch.

You can knock the opponent down. You just want to look cool and use any punches and uppercuts. That is not a waste of time. If you don’t know the shortest line between two points, you deserve to die early. Furthermore, you must maintain a little bit of mystery about yourself and don’t let it happen.

The opponent can see his next move, and masters can often see the next attack method and direction from the opponent's small movements. You attack first and I give it a try."

Wang Busheng ordered.

"Master, you asked me to attack you. Isn't that bad?" If he hits the master, he will be struck by lightning from the sky. Zhu Wuji is still very worried.

"Stop talking nonsense, you are still no match for me."

"Okay, master, get ready, I'm going to attack."

Zhu Wuyi was still a fat man who was flexible and punched very quickly. He punched Wang Busheng in the face.

Damn, this kid was jealous that I was more handsome than him. He hit me in the face with his first move. Wang was not in a hurry. He took a step back with his right leg and opened Zhu Wuyu's attack with one hand. Zhu Wuyu's attack became faster and faster.

, using both hands and feet, but Wang Busheng always resolves it easily.

Although Wang Bu Si is not the best in the world and a martial arts master, after all, Lao Bu Si has been on the battlefield and has a lot of practical experience. He has taught Wang Bu Si everything he can and has many post-war summaries. Therefore, Wang Bu Si

His skill is not simple. It is no exaggeration to say that Wang Busheng can easily escape from a cell like this if he wants to. However, Wang Busheng does not want to live a life of hiding in Tibet alone.

No matter how powerful he is, he cannot fight against a country. Of course, Wang Busheng still believes in the court of the Ming Empire. After all, the law of heaven is clear and justice still exists in the world.

Zhu Wuyi's physical strength was exhausted, but none of his attacks were successful. Zhu Wuyu doubted whether the masters he had hired before were charlatans, otherwise the martial arts he had learned had no effect at all.

In the end, Zhu Wuyi could only give up and looked at Wang Bu's death sadly.

Wang Bushit didn't care much about Zhu Wuyi's mood, "Do you know why I know your next move every time?"

Zhu Wuyu shook his head,

"That's because of your shoulders." Wang Bushit continued: "Because of your shoulders, every time before you make a move, your shoulders will rest. This is a sign of accumulating strength. If you can do any move, your shoulders will rest."

They will not move at all, so how can the opponent take precautions in advance?"

Zhu Wuyu nodded frequently.

"Also, I saw from your moves just now that you have learned a lot of things, including Shaolin, Wudang, and Japanese pirate Bangzi Guo Asan. How many masters do you have?" Of course, those foreign martial arts,

I saw Wang Busheng on TV.

"There aren't even a few. There are only more than 20 now."

Zhu Wuyu responded in an understatement.

"More than twenty, it's also called a few." Wang Busheng was very surprised. What kind of family hired so many martial arts coaches.

"At the beginning, there were more than a hundred. Later, I saw that those who were more handsome than me were always unable to eat and easily sickened, so I dismissed some more. There were more than fifty female heroes. My mother was afraid

They coveted my beauty, so I fired them."

Zhu Wuyi replied, as if he was a little sad about losing so many masters. Of course, Wang Busheng believed that the reason for Xiao Zhu's sadness should be those more than fifty female friends.

Wang Busui was shocked. This kid actually had so many masters. He was only one in 100, and there might be even less in the future. Does his pension plan need to be changed?

"How come you have so many masters?"

"Those who are masters are not my masters. They are used by my parents to protect me. Those who teach cultural classes are also professors and scholars, and they are not my master. You are the only one who really becomes my master."

Zhu Wuyi looked at Wang Busheng eagerly, as if saying that other women are just playthings, but for you, master, they are true love.

Wang Busui was very happy. At least he was unique and his pension plan could continue to be implemented.

But he was very curious about Zhu’s father arranging so many servants to take care of his child: “Xiao Zhu, tell me honestly, is your dog meat business a big one? A nationwide chain. The franchise fee for two houses is

It only costs a few thousand taels.”

"Well, maybe, maybe, maybe." Zhu Wuyi couldn't explain it and could only acquiesce.

Wang Bushi became more and more satisfied with his apprentice, and happily stroked Zhu Wuji's head, "Well, that's good, Xiao Zhu, remember to be filial to your master in the future."

"Well, that's for sure. I will remember it," Zhu Wuyu nodded in agreement.

For such a wealthy apprentice, Wang Busui liked him very much and taught him very seriously. Zhu Wuyi's performance also made Wang Bushit very happy. While eating the pork that Zhu Wuyi left for him, he taught Zhu Wuyi.
Chapter completed!