When the middle-aged fat man dragged Zhang Xiaofeng to the hall of Zhang Mansion, he went to make some good tea without stopping.

"Come here, please invite the immortal master to come to the living room." The middle-aged fat man called loudly in the hall of the mansion.

After the young and old entered the mansion, they all opened their eyes and looked around. This mansion was so spacious, and the courtyard in front of them was amazingly large. It took them nearly a few minutes to walk through it. They looked at the servants walking around from time to time.

There are dozens of maids just to count. The house has rockery, red pillars, and green tile city walls. How gorgeous it is. In the living room, there is a masterpiece of landscape hanging in front of it. It looks like it was painted by a famous artist.

.The delicate and bright pen and ink all show the style of a master, which is enough to show that it is of great value. The surrounding furnishings are also extremely high-end mahogany furniture, and the antique vases placed on top of the furniture are even more sparkling, and they are obviously not.

What low-end stuff.

I have never seen or entered such a luxurious mansion in my life. The old man carrying an erhu suddenly had his feet trembling. He didn't even know where to stand at this time, and he was holding the little girl beside him with a dazed look on his face.

Dare to step even half a step into the living room.

"You two come in and sit down quickly. You don't have to stand outside the door. I said I want to listen to you playing. I will instruct my servants to prepare silver coins for you later, so don't doubt what I said before."

Zhang Xiaofeng couldn't help but explain when he saw the dementia on the faces of the old and the young.

When the old man set up the erhu and stood up to play, his hands could not help but tremble, and the little girl next to him stared at Zhang Xiaofeng in a daze. The old man also looked at Zhang Xiaofeng with an embarrassed look on his face, not knowing what to say.

Something good.

Seeing these two people like this, Zhang Xiaofeng couldn't help but feel a little helpless. Perhaps ordinary people like them would never have the opportunity to enter such a luxurious mansion in their lives, let alone play for nobles in such a place. He could understand them.

Because of his current mood, Zhang Xiaofeng said to the young and old, "Let's drink tea and eat dinner later. When you get used to it, how about relaxing and playing?"

"No, no, no, there's no need to drink tea and eat. Just take a rest." The old man looked stunned at the moment, and even spoke a little loudly.

"That's all, you two, just sit down and rest for a while." Zhang Xiaofeng said, and then he saw someone coming outside the door, and his eyes couldn't help but pay attention.

I saw the person who came was plainly dressed, middle-aged, with long eyebrows and a long beard, a fairy-like appearance, a sanctimonious demeanor, a calm demeanor, and a swaying step. Since his cultivation level could not be detected, this person must have just entered the profession.

In the city, Jiutian Shenlong said he was a master in the distraction stage.

While Zhang Xiaofeng was observing the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man also paid attention to Zhang Xiaofeng. At this moment, he realized that Zhang Xiaofeng was young and had average talents, but he was already in the Bigu stage. If the owner of this mansion hadn't said that Zhang Xiaofeng

He was only sixteen years old, and even a middle-aged man would not believe that the person in front of him was Zhang Xiaofeng, the son of the fat middle-aged man.

"Master Immortal, come here, please take a seat." The middle-aged fat man Zhang Jinbao said very politely. Zhang Jinbao, Zhang Xiaofeng's father, personally brought several cups of hot tea in from the back hall. Seeing the Immortal Master

Still staying at the door, he couldn't help but invite him politely.

"Immortal Master, this is my unfilial son Zhang Xiaofeng. He is a famous scholar in Qingyun City. He is not only proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also advocates the way of heaven. He has always wanted to learn Tao and practice, but he has never been able to pursue this pursuit of heaven.

His wish. Immortal Master, do you think you can accept him as a disciple and fulfill his wish in this life?" Zhang Jinbao said continuously, and couldn't help but politely handed the tea in his hand to the middle-aged man.

However, before the middle-aged man could speak, Zhang Xiaofeng intervened and said, "Father, haven't you always disagreed with me practicing Taoism? Why don't you do it now?"

"What can a child say in front of adults? No matter how big or small. This immortal master is your father and my great benefactor! A week ago, my father and I returned home from business, but were robbed by bandits on the way. If I hadn't encountered
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