Looking at the gifts stacked in the corner of the room, Wu Sheng had a headache. He had just arrived. Except for a few visitors, he couldn't remember who had been here just now. He couldn't figure out who gave what and how to return it.
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Two maids came in with water to help Wu Sheng wash up. Wu Sheng asked them if they remembered who came to visit last night. The two maids knelt down, but they didn't know and they didn't dare to hear about the important matter.
Wu Sheng had no choice but to give up and wait for Prince Zhui to come to conquer the land. He was also thinking about how to politely refuse.
As a result, by the time the sun went up, it was already noon, and the master cone hadn't come yet.
Mr. Zhui did not come, but the adults who visited last night did. When they met, they bowed to each other and said, "I have met Mr. Wu!"
Wu Sheng quickly responded: "I've seen people..."
The adult man laughed happily, and the fat on his chin kept trembling: "When I came to visit yesterday, I lost something... Haha, I'm presumptuous, I'm presumptuous..." As he said
, his eyes glanced into the bamboo house.
"What is it? Let me help you find it..."
"That's it... Oops, I'm really sorry. I originally wanted to take it back to Canglin. I was so busy talking with my husband that I forgot when I left."
With that said, the adults stepped forward and picked up the seven pieces of silk.
Wu Sheng was speechless. He thought it would be better if he took it away, so he ordered his maid to get bamboo slips, pen and ink, and asked him to write a receipt. Are you kidding? Send the thing first, and then take it away. If you don't write a receipt as a proof, in the future,
Can't tell!
The adult hesitated for a moment, then wrote, but he was no longer polite to Wu Sheng, and strode away with seven pieces of silk in his arms. His head was buried in the silk, and his face could not be seen clearly. He thought it would probably not get better.
Immediately after, the bus of monks at the peak of Qi Refining appeared, with a cold look on his face. He didn’t even say hello to Wu Sheng, but went straight into the room, picked through the pile of gifts, and stuffed three magic weapons into his arms.
Wu Sheng did not stop him. When he turned to leave, he handed over the bamboo slips and pen: "Brother, I have taken away three magical weapons: the flying knife, the jade sword, and the silver needle. Please sign."
The shuttle's expression changed. He took out the silver needle and threw it back. Then he pushed Wu Sheng away and walked away proudly.
Wu Sheng shook his head, signed for the shuttle bus, and added "generation" after it.
As if they had made an appointment, the people who came to deliver gifts yesterday arrived one after another. Some were polite, some were cold, some were arrogant, and some were simply sarcastic.
In one afternoon, most of the piled gifts disappeared. The two maids also put down their work and stood behind Wu Sheng, looking dumbfounded.
Wu Sheng smiled and said to them: "It's interesting, isn't it?"
The two maids quickly bowed and retreated.
The last one to arrive was Si She Yuansong. With a solemn look on his face, he sat across from Wu Sheng in the room.
"I heard that Mr. Wu was injured, and I came here to visit him. How is his injury?"
Wu Sheng smiled and said: "Thank you Yuan Sishe for your concern. It's nothing serious."
"I heard that you can't use your true energy?"
"yes."
Yuan Song sighed: "Because your husband is injured, I thought it would be better for him to recover from his injuries. Therefore, I will postpone my consideration of the post of military commander until later."
Wu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief: "That's how it should be."
Yuan Song shook his head: "Even if you are injured, so what? There will always be a day when things get better. With your talent and reputation, you are just a secretary, so what can you do? Anyway, I, Yuan Song, am convinced by Mr. Qi! What a pity...
... Mr. Yuan is in a low position and cannot help me."
This was the first person to point out the reason. Wu Sheng instantly felt a lot of affection for him, and in turn comforted him: "I have remembered Yuan Sishe's kindness. Now that the country of Hufang is in danger, and for such an important position, it is better to find a suitable talent."
Yes, your concerns are not unreasonable. By the way..."
Wu Sheng rolled over the remaining gifts in the corner, two yi gold and five hundred ant nose coins. These are the gifts Yuansong sent yesterday - he was the first one to give gifts, so Wu Sheng remembered them clearly
.
"You will not be rewarded for your meritorious service, so please ask Yuan Sishe to get it back. I know that the military spends a lot of money. Instead of leaving this money here to gather dust, it is better to give it to the soldiers for military purposes."
"How can this be done? It is absolutely impossible!"
After pushing back and forth many times, Yuan Song finally took the money back with great shame and said goodbye.
Looking at the empty corner of the room, Wu Sheng clapped his hands, it was clean now!
He thought he was clean, but in fact he was not. Soon, two maids came over to say goodbye: "Sir, the young master has a lot of things to do over there. We have been specially sent to help you, and we will come back to serve you in a few days."
Wu Sheng smiled and said, "I didn't drive you away. Is it okay to go back?"
The two maids were very grateful: "It's okay, sir, he treats the maid very well..."
It's only been one day, and it's certainly not good, but it's not bad either. He speaks politely, doesn't hit or scold, that's all. Wu Sheng waved his hand: "Go back."
When Jin Wuhuan arrived, he saw Wu Sheng making fire and cooking alone, so he couldn't help but ask: "Where is the maid?"
Wu Sheng added more firewood to the fire and said, "I was recalled by Master Zhui."
Jin Wuhuan frowned: "What's going on?"
Wu Sheng downplayed the situation, and Jin Wuhuan was furious and stamped his feet on the spot: "Short-sighted!" and sighed: "Why bother telling the truth, sir?"
Wu Sheng complained: "The art of repairing the sea of qi is a secret art of the noble sect. You and the master have warned me, but I didn't tell you, including my injury."
Jin Wuhuan frowned, suddenly said goodbye and hurried away.
Wu Sheng called from behind: "You can't leave until you eat?"
Jin Wuhuan left here and rushed back to the main peak. He saw his junior brother Hu Tou and grabbed him: "Have you met the third senior brother?"
The tiger head pointed at the back of the forest: "I just saw him returning to the house."
Jin Wuhuan ran over angrily, Hutou quickly followed him, and passed through the forest. There were several thatched houses surrounding a small courtyard under the cliff behind. Jin Wuhuan kicked open the fence and went straight to the main house.
A monk came out of the room with a heroic spirit and said solemnly: "Junior brother, what are you doing?"
Jin Wuhuan asked coldly: "Third senior brother, was it you who told the young master about Mr. Wu's damaged Qihai?"
The third senior brother looked outside the courtyard and saw no one, so he said, "Who did you listen to?"
Jin Wuhuan said: "Who else do you need to listen to? The only ones who know that his Qi Sea has been damaged are the teacher and a few of our fellow apprentices. This morning, I saw you leaving with my own eyes. Who are you if you don't?
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The third senior brother said calmly: "If you insist on thinking so, that's okay."
"The teacher has repeatedly warned that Qingmiao Xuan Gong cannot be easily shown to others. Why did you tell the young master?"
"I didn't tell you about Qingmiao Xuan Gong, I just told you to beware of Wu Sheng's deception."
"Why did you cheat?"
"He has injuries on his body. Even if he repairs his Qi Hai, he won't be able to recover without years of hard work. How can he be a Sikou?"
"So the third senior brother came to recommend himself?"
"That's not the case. The young master has his own favor. He doesn't use slaves when he uses virtuous people. He has his own considerations."
Jin Wuhuan's lips trembled with anger: "Third Senior Brother, is this too mean-spirited?"
The third senior brother scolded: "Junior brother Jin, don't forget who is an outsider and who is a fellow disciple!"
Jin Wuhuan protested: "But Mr. Wu saved my life! His injuries were also caused by Hu Fang."
Hu Tou patted his head beside him and interjected: "Third Senior Brother, Qing Miao Xuan Gong cannot be revealed."
The third senior brother said angrily: "I didn't say anything! I just reminded the young master that Wu Sheng can't be a Sikou, he is a villain! Hutou, why are you here to join in the fun? Get out!"