Marquis Wu sent Zhuge Dali to visit the old heavenly master

Boom, boom, horse..."

The wooden door was opened, and Ma Xianhong looked at the annoying intruder in front of him with an unfriendly expression, and his voice was hoarse and lacking energy: "Who are you?"

Meng Lang saw bloodshot eyes from Ma Xianhong's eyes. It was obvious that Ma Xianhong didn't rest well last night.

Seeing that the other person was not feeling well, Meng immediately felt a lot more comfortable, so a refined and easy-going smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said politely:

"Excuse me, my sire Meng Lang... It seems that my friends caused some trouble to Mr. Ma yesterday?"

When Ma Xianhong heard that it was Meng Lang who came in person, his heart was slightly shocked, and then he showed a wry smile:

"I didn't expect Minister Meng to come in person for a little Ma Xianhong... From this point of view, your company really can't tolerate me?"

Meng Lang shrugged: "Then it depends on Mr. Ma's next choice, toast, or fine wine?"

"Choose?" Ma Xianhong looked thoughtful, "Dare to ask Minister Meng, how do you eat a toast? How about a fine wine?"

"It's very simple." Meng Lang showed his usual honest and honest smile.

"Eat a toast, you voluntarily hand it over to the country, in exchange the health brigade will provide you with what you want within legal and reasonable limits."

"And it's fine to drink...I'll have someone beat you up first, and then you voluntarily hand it over to the country, and because you will lose the opportunity to appeal for compensation because you are suspected of obstructing the law enforcement of state officials."

Ma Xianhong: ヽ?︵┻━┻

This is a bully! ?

Cooperating with my magical machine, I can't keep alive today, right?

"Minister Meng, don't you think your behavior is too domineering?"

Hearing this, someone from Meng chuckled, Shi Shiran took the two girls into the room and sat down, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Ma Xianhong: "Mr. Ma's words are wrong!"

"As the saying goes: 'There is no one in the world but a public servant, and there is no one on the shore of the land that is a public servant.'-Mr. Ma possesses unique skills, and as long as he promotes them a little, he can benefit the common people...If this is the case, why not do it, Mr. Ma Woolen cloth?"

Hearing the words, Ma Xianhong opened his mouth to refute, but he froze again when the words came to his lips.

Because Ma Xianhong suddenly realized that Meng Lang had already shared the family-inherited exercises as prizes at the previous Songshan Conference, and he was not just talking empty teeth to persuade others to be generous.

What's more, Ma Xianhong himself is not the kind of old stubborn who is bound by sectarian views. The core teaching of his own establishment of Xinjiejiao is that there is no distinction between teaching and learning.

Seeing Ma Xianhong's silence, Meng Lang smiled slightly, and decided to strike while the iron was hot before releasing some serious news.

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ps: first update

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Chapter 369 Meng Lang: Beat him up

"Mr. Ma, what do you think about the whole sex doctrine?" Meng Lang changed the subject and chatted about a topic that seemed to have nothing to do with what the two of them were talking about.

Ma Xianhong didn't know why, but his down-to-earth character still drove him to express his opinion after a little thought.

"Ma believes that Yang Zhu, the patriarch of the Wholeness School, is a great talent."

"Pull out a hair to benefit the world, it's not worth it; take a hair to harm the world, it's not worth it - if our generation of cultivators can resist the temptations of this vast world, like Mr. Put it all down... maybe, it's almost the same as the so-called ascension?"

"Uh-huh……"

After hearing Ma Xianhong's opinion, Meng Lang nodded in agreement.

But when Zhuge Dali, who was familiar with Meng's thoughts, saw this, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I'm afraid Ma Xianhong is not a fool, is he?How dare you argue with meng lang?

Sure enough, the next second.

Our always clumsy and tongue-twisting Mr. Meng began to spit out fragrance with a refined and easy-going smile on his face:

"Mr. Ma, it's no wonder that you have a bandage on your forehead... Most people who haven't had a cerebral thrombosis for more than 20 years can't say what you just said!"

"Oh!"

Ma Xianhong slammed the table: "Meng Lang! What do you mean?"

"boom--"

Meng was even more terrified, smashing the table with his hands: "Shut up, listen to me!"

"It's fine to listen to Yang Zhu's words as a joke after dinner, but there are some fools who really take it seriously?"

"Is it a high level to not pluck a hair or take a hair?"

"For such a high-level person, I will pay to build a rocket to send him into space, okay? To save him from having to share the same air with the world!"

"What? You still dare to stare at me? Did I say something wrong?"

"Don't fucking run away from reality just because you can't catch up with foreigners for the time being. The glory of the past is gone no matter how dazzling it is. What else can you get by advocating the ancestors all day long besides giving yourself some psychological comfort?"

"The national strength of the flower growers has not developed into the number one in the world until now, because there are too many idiots like you who know how to brag about the ancients all the time, and are immersed in the glory of the bullshit 'sages' and don't think about making progress!"

"Idiots know that they need to change their mobile phones when they are old, don't they know that their mother's minds have to be changed when they are old?"

"Pick up your brains. As long as we throw away the preconceived filter and look at the words of those 'senior masters', it is not difficult to find the absurdity in them."

"Think about it, if everyone really pushes their thinking to the extreme, what kind of purgatory would it be?"

"When a village encounters heavy snow and mountains in a disaster year, it only needs everyone to pool together their family's food reserves and distribute them according to the amount to survive the winter and usher in the warmth of spring."

"But at this time, if the villagers all sweep the door with the so-called "sage thinking" that is not good for themselves and others, the result may be that the doctors in the village will starve to death because of insufficient food, and other villagers will not be able to see them when they are sick. In the end everyone died of the plague."

Ma Xianhong is still stubborn: "Everything you said is just based on your imagination, the thoughts of the sages are by no means as one-sided as you said!"

Meng Lang smiled disdainfully: "It's you who is one-sided! Those so-called sages may not even be able to have one percent of yours and mine's lifelong reading experience. Their opinions are really based on imagination!"

"The development of Yang Zhu's extreme egoism that is slightly more realistic is the set of policy freedom that people in Baizhou are now talking about - look at the life of those unorganized, undisciplined, and even more irresponsible people. What date? It's almost herd immunity!"

Ma Xianhong is silent.

The other party was silent, but Meng Lang became more and more excited as he spoke:

"Mr. Ma, I know it's very embarrassing for you to come to your door to ask for it.

But Meng believes that if you know what Meng is going to do next with your sentiment and wisdom, you will definitely become our comrades and join us in this great cause of benefiting the country and the people! "

Hearing this, Ma Xianhong's mood, which was so chaotic, finally aroused a touch of interest: "What do you want to do?"