72. My Disciple From Ancient Times to Modern Times (1)

Under the tree, Duan Qingen stood up, touched his white beard, went into the room and looked in the mirror, and he looked like a fairy.

Yes, Whitebeard.

In order to fool people easily, the original owner dressed up like a white-haired grandfather when he was outside. He had white hair, a long white beard, and wrinkled makeup on his face. He looked like he was seventy or eighty years old.

When the eldest disciple did not come to his sect, he always wore a Taoist uniform that was not very fairy-like, carrying banners and walking around in various small places.

There is no way, people in larger cities know that feudal superstition cannot be believed, and they are all young people with sharp eyes. If they leak a little bit of information, they can directly send it to you online for exposure.

After the original owner suffered a few losses, he learned the lesson and went to such small places specifically to deceive the elderly.

How to cheat is quite simple.

Original owner: "I am already ninety-nine years old this year, but my body is still as strong as a young man. Look, I can still turn somersaults. If I were a liar, could I be so energetic? Look at this, yes The health-replenishing elixirs I have developed, this one, are evil talismans. As long as you have them, you can be like me, no matter how old you are, you can move around freely."

Then, when the deceived old people look at this typical example in front of them, and then think about how their legs and feet have become particularly weak since they got older, and they are not energetic, they will obediently pay.

People all have weaknesses. When they are sick, they want to be healthy, and when they are old, they want to be young. In addition, most of the old people at this age are uneducated. They don’t know what makeup is, and they don’t know that they are here to trick them. Have you been fooled?

They would never have thought that underneath this ninety-nine-year-old skin, there was just a man in his thirties.

Duan Qingen didn't just take off the makeup on his face, but went out and continued to rest on the recliner.

After lying down for a while, brisk footsteps could be heard outside. If Duan Qingen's ears weren't so sharp, he wouldn't have been able to hear such a subtle movement.

"Master!"

A young man who looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old wandered over from outside the old courtyard, his eyes full of admiration for Duan Qingen.

He has good looks, with bright black eyes, and a very tall nose bridge compared to ordinary Chinese people. His skin is not very white due to years of exposure to wind and sun, but the wheat color makes him look more energetic.

The outline of his facial features also looks a bit like a foreigner, maybe because he didn't eat well before, but he doesn't have the baby fat on the face of children of this age. He has sharp edges and corners, and he looks like a cool little handsome guy.

It's just that this guy is not as cool as he looks. As soon as he entered the yard, he grinned at Duan Qing'en, showing his big white teeth, and patted his head naively: "I just listened to your words and sprinkled half a pot of chicken blood on Zhang." It’s on the wall at my aunt’s house.”

Duan Qingen dug through his memory twice before finding the memory of spilling chicken blood.

Today is the second day after the original owner picked up the child. Yesterday, he was planning to go over the mountain to a village he saw at the bottom to find some old people to trick him. As he was walking, he found a person lying in the den at the bottom.

At that time, the original owner didn't notice the ancient costume he was wearing. He only saw his face. He thought that a child from the village had stepped on the air and fell down, so he climbed down and planned to create a "fairy old man saving the child" appearance.

As soon as he got down, the child woke up before he even patted his face twice.

What disappointed the original owner was that he asked questions such as "Where do you live?" "How many people are there in the village?" "Has anything strange happened in your village recently?" These questions seemed like a very young child. I just couldn't answer at all.

Asked how many people were in the family, they said no one but him.

Asked him why he fell down here alone, he started to say some words that the original owner could not understand.

He was kidnapped and stabbed through the heart with a knife.

After finishing speaking, the child touched himself up and down. Shocked and confused, he began to ask if this was where the gods lived and if he had been saved by the gods.

The original owner himself was an orphan and had been cheating since he was a child. His spare time was to enrich his deception skills. It would be great if he could barely recognize a word. How could he learn history.

Reading is about Feng Shui, but he doesn't watch TV. He travels all over the country every day, and there is no TV for him to watch.

He did have a mobile phone, but he was a liar. Whenever he dared to have in-depth contact with people, he always tried to figure it out on his own, so he never figured out the function of watching TV on his mobile phone.

He didn't understand what the child was talking about, so he stamped the child as a fool in the village.

So he casually responded, yes, he is a god.

Seeing the child's eyes immediately full of yearning and admiration when he looked at him, the original owner was even more convinced that he was a fool.

These days, older people can still barely believe in fortune telling, but if a person pops up and says, "I am a god," they would be polite if they don't call the police.

Originally, they planned to go down the mountain with the child and leave it alone. However, when they were going down, the two of them encountered a snake. The snake was frightened and was about to bite the original owner. The child quickly picked it up with quick eyes and hands. A stone killed the snake.

Hit right in the head.

Although the original owner had not studied much, he knew that this was a real skill.

Seeing that this child looked confused, believed whatever he said, and claimed to be an orphan, he suddenly became interested.

After some deception, the child became a disciple.

The original owner just wanted to fool him, but the child knelt down with joy on his face and kowtowed to him several times.

He didn't know at all that in this age of children, once a teacher is a lifelong father, the master is almost like a father to the disciple, and the disciple has to serve the master for the rest of his life.

Anyway, the original owner felt very happy, and let the kid show off his skills a little more. After asking clearly that he was indeed not from the village at the foot of the mountain, he decided to make the kid his partner on the road of liar.

He is the master and the child is the apprentice.

Every time he arrived at a new place, he would pretend to be aloof and let the child first establish a good relationship with the villagers, and then let him, who was highly skilled in martial arts, do some "weird things." It's time for the nineteen-year-old master to step in and settle matters.

This was the first step of the original owner's deception.

This small village is also the first test subject.

He lied about the chicken blood that the eldest disciple had sprinkled on the walls of other people's houses, just to make others think that the family was having trouble. Then the family inquired again and found out that the original owner who had just come to live in the village was a "master" and would definitely come to beg him. Take action.

He would make some casual noise to show that the matter had been settled and he could collect the money.

It can be said to be a perfect plan.

If Duan Qingen hadn't changed his yin and yang eyes and saw the black air rising in the direction of Aunt Zhang's house.

The eldest disciple was still smiling at him naively: "Master, can the chicken blood I sprinkled really shake off evil spirits?"

He had no idea that the master he worshiped was a professional liar, and he thought he was doing a good deed by quietly going into other people's yards and sprinkling chicken blood.

Duan Qingen recalled the small half bottle of chicken blood in his memory, and then looked up at the black air rising into the sky.

"Um……"

"It's a little difficult."

If this was done with chicken blood, it would probably require a large washbasin.

The eldest disciple was immediately confused, "Then, what should we do?"

"Just wait."

Duan Qingen went to the recliner again and said, "Xunu, go get me a basin of water."

"Hey!"

The eldest disciple went away obediently.

Although the original owner had only accepted him as his apprentice for a day, he definitely felt from the bottom of his heart that this apprentice was well-received.

He eats little, is diligent and obedient.

Although they had only lived in this old house for one night, the diligent disciple had already cleaned it inside and out, and even chopped firewood and cooked a meal for Master the next morning.

Since they woke up in the morning, the child has hardly stopped, either tidying up the house or sweeping the yard, or doing things according to his master's instructions.

These days, in the eyes of many people, a child of his age is indifferent to all kinds of food, let alone cooking, which makes parents feel distressed even if they are washing dishes. How can they be so diligent?

The only thing that struck the original owner as strange was the child's strange name.

Xunu.

Who would name their child a slave?

But he didn't care, as long as the child would help him make money.

The eldest disciple quickly came over obediently carrying water. This house they rented was an old house that no one else lived in. The pots and pans were all borrowed from others. Maybe it was because the village was relatively remote, and the pots here were also borrowed. That old-fashioned copper basin.

It was quite heavy when filled with water, but it didn't matter if the eldest disciple had some skills. He first put the water on the stone table in front of Duan Qing'en, then turned back to the room to get towels and soap, and carefully placed them on the table.

"Master, do you want a disciple to help you wash up?"

"Need not."

Duan Qingen waved his hand, first put his hand in to test the water temperature, and found that the water temperature was just right.

Although the eldest disciple didn't quite understand things like kettles, he knew from the original owner's explanation that this thing was used to store hot water. He poured hot and cold water specially and felt that the water temperature was just right before bringing it to Duan Qingen.

Duan Qingen did not wash his face immediately and asked: "Who gave you your name?"

The eldest disciple answered obediently: "The second manager gave it to me."

"Do you have a last name?"

The thirteen or fourteen year old boy shook his head in confusion.

He was bought by the escort agency when he was five years old. He was named Xu. Because he was a slave, he had to add the word "slave" to the end. For his age, he was still young and had not been able to accompany the escort a few times. Slaves who are not even considered bodyguards cannot be given a surname.

Duan Qingen was not surprised by his answer and just nodded:

"How about you take my last name from now on?"

The eldest disciple's eyes suddenly lit up. If we want to use an analogy, the expression on his face was like that of a person who had lived in poverty all his life and suddenly won a 10 million grand prize.

The young man was so happy that he knelt on the ground with sparkling eyes and kowtowed to Duan Qing'en desperately: "Disciple, thank Master for giving me a surname!"

"Okay, okay, get up quickly. Since you are willing, then from now on you will be called Duan Xu, and I won't want you anymore. It doesn't sound good."

Duan Xu nodded obediently, stood up obediently and came to Duan Qingen's side, "Master, this disciple is waiting for you to wash up."

"No, I'll do it myself."

Duan Qingen dug around in his bag, took out a bottle of lotion, and began to wipe his face.

As he moved, the wrinkles painted on his face and the fake skin were wiped off.

The mood on the side was still full of surprise and excitement. Duan Xu, who was waiting obediently beside him, gradually became frightened as Duan Qingen removed his makeup.

"Teacher, master..."

"Your skin fell off, fell off!!"

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