In Wangfuji's private room, Gu Weidao was drinking Erguotou and eating hot pot leisurely.
Although he didn't ask for any dividends from his disciples, he didn't have to spend any money to eat or drink at Wangfuji and his life was very comfortable.
As soon as Gu Weidao finished drinking a cup of Erguotou, he found someone sitting in front of him.
His beard and hair are all white, he is domineering and mighty.
"bite……"
The wine glass fell to the ground unconsciously, the flesh on Gu Weidao's face trembled, and tears instantly filled his eyes.
"Don't cry!" A strong voice sounded. Gu Weidao gritted his teeth desperately and lowered his head, not wanting the people in front of him to see what he was like now.
He had already experienced everything in the world and thought that nothing could move him anymore, but it was not until now that Gu Weidao realized that he had only been holding on.
"I'm sorry for you..." Wang Tiangang walked to Gu Weidao and patted Gu Weidao on the shoulder.
"You're only forty-three, right? Why do you look like a bad old man?"
Gu Weidao shrugged his shoulders and raised his head after a long while, "Master has always been very energetic. At seventy-five, he is still the same as ten years ago."
Wang Tiangang sat down again, picked up a piece of beef tumbling in the hot pot with his chopsticks, and threw it into his mouth, "Hiss... this tastes good. Pour me some wine."
Gu Weidao's face, which had always been tense, became softer. He stood up and poured wine for Wang Tiangang respectfully.
Wang Tiangang drank it all in one gulp and took another mouthful of meat. "It's great! This Wangfu memorization is pretty good. There are two brushes."
"Why did Master come out of the temple?" Gu Weidao changed the bowl and continued to pour wine.
Wang Tiangang drank it all in one gulp, "The old guy guarding the gate is only in the third grade. I beat him up and came out."
"Old guy? You are already seventy-five, so you are probably about the same age as others."
"What do you mean about almost the same age?" Wang Tiangang blew his beard and glared, "That old guy is seventy-eight, which is three years older than me."
Gu Weidao was not surprised by Wang Tiangang's reaction, "Didn't I say at the beginning that you were not allowed to leave the temple if you did not enter the third level?"
"Is there no problem if you come out now?"
Wang Tiangang scooped up the meat from the hot pot, "Originally, I wanted to stay for a while and wait until all the arts and martial arts reached the third level before I came out."
"As a result, ten days ago, someone in the academy sent me a message saying that a genius was born and Zhushan could not protect him, so I came out."
Gu Weidao paused slightly, with a smile on his lips, "Master, have you seen that genius?"
Wang Tiangang shook his head, "That guy is also a talent. There are so many literary talents on the list of literary saints that he almost burst his body. Now he is lying among women to cultivate."
Gu Weidao asked hurriedly, "Are you okay now?"
"He can't die. In the next period of time, I plan to teach him martial arts. When his body becomes stronger, I will go to the Literary Saint List to show off."
Wang Tiangang took another sip of Erguotou and wiped his mouth.
"How about I find you another junior brother?"
Gu Weidao looked strange, "Junior brother? Didn't Master say that I was a closed disciple at the beginning?"
"Besides, he can't be your disciple."
Wang Tiangang was really surprised, "Why can't you become my disciple?"
Gu Weidao poured wine for Wang Tiangang, "Because he is my close disciple."
Wang Tiangang slapped the table, "Good boy, is Taibai still my disciple?"
Gu Weidao nodded, "Please ask Master to teach him well on my behalf and keep him safe."
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became quiet for some unknown reason.
Wang Tiangang leaned back on the chair and sighed, "What happened ten years ago was because Master was careless."
Gu Weidao shook his head, "No wonder Master. At that time, a third-grade scholar took action. No matter how strong Master was, he couldn't stop it. Fortunately, our master and disciples are still alive."
"You are the most proud disciple of my master. You were one step away from being promoted to the fourth rank of Li Mingwen... Do you still have a chance now?"
For the first time, there was a hint of caution in Wang Tiangang's voice.
The corner of Gu Weidao's mouth curled up slightly, with a slight indifference, "It's gone, my writing paper was shattered, 70% of it has been scattered."
Wang Tiangang's aura disappeared in a flash, and he breathed a little heavier, "Su Yuanqing is half dead, Gu Weidao is disabled, those guys... are very good!"
"Master, it's better not to think about revenge and advance to the third level as soon as possible, otherwise it will still be unsafe." Gu Weidao poured meat into the hot pot.
"After dinner, follow me to the county town. I will find a way for you to take another route." Wang Tiangang made the decision with a wave of his hand.
Gu Weidao put down his chopsticks and said firmly, "Master, just teach your disciple the martial arts well and wait and see what happens. Don't just sit back and do those thankless tasks."
"We must move forward to the third level honestly, otherwise this disciple will really feel unsure."
Wang Tiangang's old face couldn't stand it anymore, "We haven't seen each other for ten years, and you still teach me a lesson? Who is the master?"
Gu Weidao hurriedly poured wine for Wang Tiangang, "You are just a reckless man. You were the one who led me to get started in the first place. But later on, your disciples didn't help you with many things?"
"I have to teach all the classes in the Self-cultivation Academy... As a result, I have so many registered disciples..."
"Your disciple's current deputy master, Xu Nian, was my disciple's teacher at that time. He is obviously not much younger than me, but he always calls me teacher every time."
Wang Tiangang felt a little embarrassed in a rare moment, "Didn't I train you?"
Gu Weidao chuckled, "I really don't want to expose you. You were drunk the first time, so I can't help you."
"Then you got worse and worse, and finally just threw it all to me."
"After I finished my class, I had to buy wine for you, and I also had to clean up the house..."
"Why don't you find a junior wife for our senior brothers?"
Wang Tiangang rolled his eyes and ate the meat, "Your mouth hasn't changed at all."
"You really don't want to go to the county town with me?"
Gu Weidao shook his head, "It's not appropriate for my disciples to go to the county town now. It's better not to have the name Gu Weidao appear in front of them."
Wang Tiangang took a deep breath, and then exhaled for a long time, "Are you going to let your closed disciples continue on the same path you did?"
Gu Weidao nodded and shook his head with a smile, "Master, don't worry so much. Just teach him martial arts well and don't do anything else."
"Chang'an is better than his disciples. Whether it is literary talent or strategic skills, as long as he is allowed to follow his own path, he can step by step reach a high position that even his disciples cannot reach."
Wang Tiangang twitched his lips, "Why did it become Chang'an again?"
"Li Changan, whose courtesy name is Taibai." Gu Weidao said casually, not bothering to explain.
"You dare me to become a bodyguard?" Wang Tiangang was unconvinced, "I am a half-step third-level scholar in both literary and martial arts. If it weren't for that step, I would have been a third-level scholar by now."
"That's not the third grade..." Gu Weidao curled his lips, "The third grade Confucian national fortune is added to his body. He can influence the general trend and become undefeated within five hundred miles. Can you do that?"
"A third-grade martial artist named Musashi, can you unlock the secret treasure in your body and leave your mortal body to practice Wuji?"
Wang Tiangang opened his mouth, but found himself speechless.
Gu Weidao continued, "The reason why you were able to beat the third-grade scholar was simply to rely on your literary cultivation to temporarily resist the general trend of the third-grade scholar, and then use your martial arts cultivation to forcefully get close."
"I've told you countless times, but ultimately this is still a reckless act."
"A real third-level person is not only good at fighting, but also has so many extraordinary methods to use. Which one is not more useful than fighting?"
Wang Tiangang's expression became worse and worse, and finally he threw his chopsticks on the table, "That's almost it. Am I still your master?"
"How can a master and a disciple not see each other for ten years, and then start lecturing the master as soon as they meet the disciple?"
Gu Weidao shut up decisively and continued eating and drinking.
Wang Tiangang picked up the chopsticks again, licked his face and asked, "Is my disciple really that powerful?"
Gu Weidao pointed to the things on the table, "This hot pot and this wine were made by your disciples."
"The candied haws squid that fills the streets today were also made by your disciples."
"In one month, I made three hundred taels from nothing."
"In the first month after entering the academy, he was on the list of literary saints and his reputation spread throughout the world."
"Two poems in March, one first and one fifth, made those masters unable to lift their heads."
"With his master-level running calligraphy, he had the aura of establishing a sect, which made paper expensive in the Jin Dynasty."
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"Not to mention those strategic methods..."
Gu Weidao became more and more proud as he spoke, "Your disciple is much better than your disciple."
"Nonsense! Who can be stronger than my disciple?" Wang Tiangang slapped the table unconvinced, like an angry little old man, and turned his head and stopped talking.
Gu Weidao smiled, and unknowingly burst into tears. Then he knelt on the ground with a thud, touched his head to the ground, and said in a choked voice, "Master..."