The next day, Zhang Cheng still put shorts, vests, straw hats, slippers and other summer suits on the coat rack - as for the two foreign girls at night, each of them left with a roll of US dollars a little earlier.

Zhang Cheng changed into a sky-blue Bagua pattern with Tai Chi Taoist robe and wore a thousand-layer cloth shoes on his feet. His hair was too short and he had no choice but to wear a sky-blue square scarf hat. He was obliquely wearing a huge golden gourd one meter long on his back. The surface of the gourd was carved with various complex and profound red patterns.

The smaller round belly of this gourd is two circles larger than a human head, and the larger one is as big as a human head. However, the larger one is the space inside the gourd. This gourd is a space magic weapon that Zhang Cheng refined a few days ago. It is similar to Zhang Cheng's Qiankun Bag, and it has a room size inside.

When Zhang Cheng came here yesterday, he saw that most of the people here were dressed in Taoist robes or Hanfu, so he took out this out. Zhang Cheng's Taoist robes were slightly modified. The clothes of ancient people were really made of sleeves as Qiankun bags - take whatever they wanted from inside.

As for whether to wear it in summer or not, Zhang Cheng can only say that it is still very cool if he doesn't wear underwear in summer - in fact, it is more of a practitioner who is not invasive of cold and heat. This temperature is nothing, and there are more ingredients deliberately revealed here.

When I went out to the pavilion, there were more than 20 people from all kinds of people who practice boxing, sword-practice, and chatting. Seeing the stone table and benches in the middle, Zhang Cheng also took up one and sat down. In the eyes of no one, he took out a basin of ice, a bottle of red wine, and a high-legged wine glass. He poured a glass of red wine and savored it slowly - he always had to advertise his own house.

Several people here were listening to a middle-aged man's storytelling. After listening to the content, Zhang Cheng almost sprayed his red wine on his face. He only heard the middle-aged man say: "The Eighteen-Nation Alliance defeated for a while and then set up a camp in Qingjiangchuan. After the volunteers arrived at Qingjiangchuan, Peng Shuai wore a purple gold crown, bright silver armor, hero scarf, and hot wheels. He came to the two armies to call.

The commanders of the Eighteen-Nation Alliance were having a drink in the tent, but they didn't know that the volunteers had caught up so quickly. Before everyone could recover, they looked at each other in person. As a landlord, Lee Seung-meng asked: Who can go to fight?

The same American commander MacArthur said: I have general Walker under my escort, who can be the pioneer. Syngman Lee was overjoyed: Then please ask General Walker to fight.

A cannon fired in front of the two armies, and Walker stepped on the Hot Wheel and had a submachine gun in his palm. He came from the coalition camp to the two armies. Shuai Peng shouted: Come and be the general. A certain family will not kill the nameless ghost.

Walker shouted: Someone is the United Nations Army Lieutenant General Texas Tigerhead Dog under the United States of America.

Before he finished speaking, the two shots. Peng Shuai was still more capable of shooting. He first shot Walker in the thigh. Walker was shot and shouted and threw away the submachine gun, falling down the hot wheel, and blood flowed on his legs. Major General Mua, who was watching the enemy formation for Walker in front of the Eighteen-Nation Alliance, rushed to save the person, but was shot first by Peng Shuai. Peng Shuai saw that no one came to save him, so he shot him with a backhand and killed Walker who fell to the ground and injured.

While drinking in the coalition tent, a messenger came to report: General Walker and General Mua had killed the Volunteer Army commander. MacArthur fell to the ground with a "ah" sound, and then looked at the commanders of the countries in the tent all looked like earth and their legs were like sieve. Rhee shouted: Withdraw the troops, withdraw the troops...

The volunteer army took advantage of the situation to cover up the killing and captured countless deaths..."

Well. Modern warfare is still the Romance of the Three Kingdoms and the Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties in storytelling.

Zhang Cheng heard this and complained in his heart: Did I miss the Big Yu Cave MacArthur beheaded the prince with warm wine...

By the way, this is the one you should complain about?

After a while, middle-aged people started to drink tea and rest. Two people listened to books left, and another one came. Zhang Cheng looked around and found that the practitioners were not all black-haired and dark-eyed. There were obviously several mixed-race Chinese and American people inside and outside the pavilion - but this kind of person is often dressed more formally.

After sitting in the pavilion for a while, the playful meat came again. An old American man came to the pavilion - the remaining half of his hair turned white, and he came here to learn from his master.

The old American man asked the people in Taoist robe to become disciples one by one. But all he got were shaken and NO. Zhang Cheng couldn't help but say, "Why did everyone in the Kingsoft Sect put in?"

Someone around him replied: "A invitation can enter three people, and 80% of them are selling their positions."

After asking around outside, the old American man entered the pavilion and first found a middle-aged man with Taoist bone fairy style and said, "Can you teach me magic and be my master? I have money, and I can give you a lot of money."

The middle-aged Taoist asked before answering: "I'll ask you first, why do you want to learn magic?"

The old American man said: "I have money. I have a lot of money. Jobs also has a lot of money, and he has money more than me, but he died. Because of pancreatic cancer, I also have pancreatic cancer. The doctor said that my chances of living for five years are less than one percent."

Hearing this, Cheng couldn't help but complain: "Jobs, the kidney-taking demon!"

The person next to him who just answered Zhang Cheng's words also said: "Well, he deserves to live less than 60 after taking so many people's waists!"

I heard the rich old man in the United States say, "I'm afraid that one day I will die. Half of my money will be taken away by the tax bureau and spend half of my money for my prodigal children. When I was learning Chinese, I heard that Chinese Taoists can make people live longer. Please tell me, I can pay. I will pay you a lot of money."

After hearing this, the middle-aged man shook his head and said to the rich old man in the United States: "Your state of mind is suitable for practicing the way of money, but I don't know how to do this way of money, so my Taoist art cannot be passed on to you, and even if you listen, it is useless. Birth, old age, sickness and death, human ethics. Even those of us who practice Taoism will not be able to escape this level in a hundred years."

Zhang Chengxin said: Nonsense, I still have to live a good life in a hundred years.

The rich old man in the United States was rejected again, a little discouraged. Even in modern science, he was powerless in the face of many cancers. Before coming here, the old man had already put his treasure on the glimmer of life in this mysterious Chinese Taoist technique, but the answers he got were all NO.

Seeing that the old American man was leaving, Zhang Cheng quickly stopped him: "Come on, come on, sit down."

The old American man sat down blankly at Zhang Cheng's greeting and didn't understand why the master couldn't do anything. What can a young disciple do? It seems that the master disagrees with teaching magic. The disciple teaches that in China it is called deceiving the master and destroying the Tao or deceiving the ancestors...

Zhang Cheng has never changed his habit of being a slutty man in his two lives. When he meets a patient, he wants to take a pulse and prescribe a prescription. This instinct has been drawn into his soul - but the people around him can't even find a headache or a fever.

Zhang Cheng pulled the old man in the United States and sat down. The old man was about to speak, but Zhang Cheng reached out to stop him: "Don't talk." Then he pulled the old man with one hand on the stone table and started to take his pulse.

After taking the pulse with the left hand for a few minutes, Zhang Cheng felt bitter and changed the old man's right hand for the pulse. During the process of taking the pulse, Zhang Cheng found that half of the old man's internal organs were broken, and the rest were not well-behaved. Not to mention five years, it is hard to say whether he could live for two years. It is said that medicine does not kill the disease, and the disease is destined to treat people. It is destined to be able to meet him after he gets sick, but this disease is really a terminal illness.

In the process of taking the pulse, Zhang Cheng had discovered that the effect of traditional medicine on the old man was limited. Then he could only use some non-traditional methods.

Zhang Cheng still kept his pulse on one hand, and with the other hand, he got a glass of red wine and said to the old man: "Drink it."

The old American man waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No, no, the doctor said, I can no longer smoke and drink. Unless I want to see God earlier."

Zhang Cheng thought about it and gave him the medicine tip and medicine in place at one time. He slapped the bottom of the gourd behind his back, and when the gourd opened its mouth, he spitted out a golden pill. Zhang Cheng took the pill and threw it into the wine glass. The pill instantly turned into the wine.

Zhang Cheng said to the old American man: "I can't do it to pass on your magic. Although the golden elixir that just turned into the wine cannot cure your disease, after taking this medicine, your body will not go downhill within three years - according to Chinese sayings, it is to hold your life. To be honest, you can take this elixir three times, plus your own life span, I think it's okay to extend your life ten years. I'm putting the road in front of you now, and whether to drink it is your business."

The old American man who waved the check and wanted to learn the magic of eternity looked at the red wine in the wine glass, struggled repeatedly in his heart, and finally picked up the wine glass with a trembling trembling and asked, "How much does this wine cost?"

Zhang Cheng: "I don't have money. I'm going to treat you purely out of my personal hobby. I don't charge a penny when I'm happy, but when I'm unhappy, I'm too lazy to get your money and silver in front of me."

Anyway, it's free, and a glass of red wine should be nothing. Two months ago, I could drink half a bottle of brandy. To comfort myself like this, the old American man raised his head and drank the glass of red wine.

Seeing the old man drinking, Zhang Cheng quickly asked, "How is it? How is it?"

The old American man put down his wine glass and organized his words and said, "It's like walking in a water-deficient desert and being thirsty for several days, and then suddenly drinking such a glass of ice water, my whole body feels refreshed."

Zhang Cheng asked: "People often say that if you don't commit suicide, you won't die. Jobs got rid of the kidneys too much and was punished by God. I want to ask what business you do?"

An old American man: "I mainly invest in large investment banking companies, etc. I don't participate in daily operations and occasionally go to a board of directors. Well, I think about it, the companies with the most stakes should be DuPont and Monsanto."

Those who knew what these two companies were doing in the pavilion nodded secretly: The saying that if you don’t commit suicide, you won’t die. It’s true that DuPont’s explosives and Monsanto’s Agent Orange are both very famous.
Chapter completed!