Why is my master always lost and swollen? !

In the early morning of the next day, Liu Zian didn't sleep well all night because he was preoccupied with something. He guessed that it would be dawn, so he got up.

"It would be great if the rain didn't stop." Liu Zian prayed secretly.In fact, although he promised Mr. Xing to go with him yesterday, he was still quite afraid of meeting the old city lord.

However, when he raised the curtain, he found that although the doors and windows were still closed, the windows were brightly shining, and it was obvious that the sky had already cleared up.

"It's really unlucky!" Liu Zian muttered, "I didn't start when I should, but I stopped when I shouldn't."

Just as he was complaining, he suddenly felt the window lattice slam twice, and Liu Zian was taken aback.

"Who is it?" he asked aloud.

"Zian, are you up yet?" It was Mr. Baohe's voice.

"Get up." Liu Zian hurriedly put on his clothes, and said, "Sir, come in. It's so cold outside in the morning."

"Good boy, I know how to feel sorry for someone." Mr. Baohe joked, pushed the door open and came into the house.

"Sir, why are you up so early?" Liu Zian asked vaguely while washing his hands.

"The weather is fine today, go early and leave early." Mr. Baohe yawned.

"Why are you so sleepy? Could it be that I wasn't around and didn't sleep well last night?" Liu Zian joked.

"Where, Mr. Xing wanted to hold me to hold a candle to talk at night yesterday. I basically didn't sleep last night, so how can I talk about whether I slept well or not?" As he said, Mr. Baohe yawned again, "Okay , after you pack up, let's go find Axue. I called her just now."

The two walked to Fang Xueluo's room, only to find that she was still washing and changing.No way, they had to stand in the corridor and chat while waiting.

"Speaking of which, what did Mr. Xing and Mr. Xing talk about last night, and they talked all night."

"What can we talk to him about? That is to say, some anecdotes and strange things encountered during the journey. The main thing is to listen to his complaints."

"He has become a city lord, so why should he complain? After all, it would be too unwise to complain to a person who writes books for a living."

"I won't write these into the book, what can I say?"

"After all, he's just a person who has only met two or three times, and doesn't even know his real name... After all, it seems that my husband hasn't told me about his past."

"What is there to say about the past? People have to look forward..."

"By the way, the old painting from last time has Mr.'s signature on it...Combined with Aning's words...Sir, you will not really live for thousands of years, right?!"

"I'm still very young, okay?! Besides, I still have memories of my childhood!"

"Or the word 'Baohe' is actually inherited from your family...otherwise, who would choose such a weird name?"

"Is it weird? I think it's okay."

"So Mr.'s lost his way will not only lead to losing his way in life, but even his aesthetics will unconsciously go astray to unknown places."

"It's too hurtful to say that..."

Mr. Baohe has always thought that he is quite normal in other places except for a little bit of getting lost.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting." Fang Xue finally came out when the conversation between the two of them was about to stop.

When everyone arrived, the three of them went to Mr. Xing.At this time, Young Master Xing has prepared meals and has been waiting for them for a long time.After breakfast, everyone drove to Xingfu's villa.

On the way, no one said a word, and the atmosphere seemed a little dull.It was only when Mr. Baohe and his party arrived at the place that they realized that they were not the only visitors today.

"Today, Zhao Liu brought a man, he said he is a master woodcarver, and the master is meeting guests at the tea pavilion." The servant serving in the villa replied.

"Zhao Liu?" Mr. Xing frowned, "Isn't that a bastard?"

"Although Zhao Liu is an idler with no skills, he is still a bit smart and he can handle things quickly." The young man replied, "Master is kind, so I found him an errand in Zhuangzi."

Mr. Xing nodded, indicating that he knew.

"It's definitely not a good person to use a bastard as his subordinate." Liu Zian whispered in Mr. Baohe's ear.

Mr. Baohe gave him a sideways look, and said, "Si Ye will be sad if you say that."

Liu Zian suddenly became choked and speechless.Indeed, his fourth brother's subordinates are really bastards.

Since the old city lord was seeing guests, Mr. Xing and his party of four also came to the tea pavilion.There were three people in the pavilion, one sitting and two standing.The one who was sitting was naturally the old city lord, and one of the two standing was humble enough to look like a slave, while the other had a flat face, making it difficult to see through their origins.

"Father." Young Master Xing stepped forward and saluted, "Is this the wood carving master?"

"You guys came just in time." The old city lord smiled slightly at Mr. Baohe and his party, "Let's taste these wooden carvings in my tea pavilion together."

The old city lord naturally had his own thoughts when he said this.In fact, from the very beginning, he saw that the man Zhao Liu brought didn't look like a woodcarver.In his thinking, the master woodcarver should be about the same age as himself, maybe even older than him, with a strong body and rough hands, wearing short clothes.It doesn't look like the man in front of me, the more he looks, the more he looks like an entertainer walking around the street.Among the wooden carvings in the tea pavilion, there are a few treasures that he bought with a lot of money, which can just take this opportunity to shock him.

As for Mr. Baohe and the others, they were obviously accompanying them.

The "Master of Wood Carving" looked at the wood carvings in the tea pavilion with a scrutinizing gaze.However, after a lap, he showed disappointment, shook his head and said, "I don't care about the wood carvings here."

Liu Zian was slightly dumbfounded, and thought: "This person is too rude."

He just wanted to share his experience with Mr. Baohe, but found that Mr. Baohe was staring straight at the woodcarver with a confused expression.

"Sir, what are you looking at?" Liu Zian looked at the woodcarver, he was not as good-looking as himself, and he didn't know why the master was looking at him.

"Zian, don't you think this person looks familiar?" Mr. Baohe asked.

"I don't think so." Hearing this, Liu Zian scrutinized the man carefully again, convinced that it was the first time he had seen this man, "Sir, I must have misremembered."

"Maybe..." Mr. Baohe murmured.He still felt that this person was very familiar to him, and he must have left a deep impression on him, but he couldn't remember it.

Here, Mr. Baohe is still thinking hard about who the woodcarver is, while the old city lord over there is sneering after hearing what the woodcarver said.

"Master, if you have something to say, you might as well say it clearly, why can't the wooden carvings in this tea pavilion catch your eyes?" the old city lord said coldly.It seems that if the woodcarver doesn't tell the reason today, it may be very difficult to get out.

The woodcarver and the old city lord looked at each other for a while, seeing the latter's reluctance, he could only shake his head with a wry smile and pointed to three places in the tea pavilion, and then said: "The carving is not bad, but it's in vain. Its shape, but not its spirit, wasting good materials for nothing. What a pity, what a pity..."

The old city lord's expression froze, the three places the woodcarver pointed to happened to be the three treasures he was most proud of.Seeing his beloved being censured by others, the old city lord was furious. He was about to explode, but then he thought that this person seemed to be talking a little bit, and he really had something in his stomach, so he suppressed the anger in his heart. Said: "Since the master said so, there must be better works."

"Of course there is." The woodcarver said calmly.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

Although Fang Xue didn't know much about woodcarving, she could see the three extraordinary works that the woodcarver pointed out just now.Although it is not perfect, it may be difficult to come up with better works than this.

"It's too crazy to say that." Liu Zian sneered.Obviously, he didn't believe what the woodcarver said.

"Let's have a look first before we talk." Mr. Baohe felt that the woodcarver might really have some skills.

Just when everyone focused their attention on the woodcarver, waiting for his next move, he shook his head slightly, nodded his chest and said: "The works are all in my heart."

"Bang", the old city lord slammed the table, causing the tea to splash, and he shouted angrily, "It's really in my heart! You are clearly playing tricks on me! Come on, break their legs and kick them out!"

Zhao Liu was so frightened that he shrank his head, and hurried forward and said: "Don't, don't be excited. My brother has made a lot of wood, and his head is not easy to use, but he really has the ability to do this. Calm down... ..."

Mr. Xing also persuaded: "Yes, father, if this person is not capable of fighting, it will be fine. It will be bad for you if you get angry."

The old city lord gasped twice, and glared angrily at the woodcarver in front of him.

"You, do you have anything else to say?" Young Master Xing asked.

The woodcarver didn't seem to be frightened by this scene. He coughed and said slowly: "Of course the work can be carved out immediately in my heart, but the price is not low."

"Then how much do you want?" Mr. Xing asked.To be honest, he really wanted to see what the woodcarver was capable of, how dare he be so crazy.

"500 taels of silver for a woodcarving." The woodcarver opened his hand and stretched out five fingers.

"Okay!" The old city lord sneered, "As long as the wood carvings you make are as you said, I will give you 500 taels of silver. But if I find out that your words are not true, you can keep these hands for me." .”

Although Liu Zian felt that the old city lord's treatment was cruel, but when he thought of the woodcarver's eyes above his head, he felt that it should be so.

"He is a craftsman, he cut off his hand, how can he live after that!" Fang Xue's eyes were full of pity.

"Who told him to talk big? He did it all by himself." Liu Zian gloated.

Mr. Baohe glanced at him and didn't say much, but he felt a little disgusted with his remarks in his heart.

The woodcarver didn't show the slightest fear after hearing what the old city lord said. Instead, he nodded in agreement and said, "This is the best. However, I still need to borrow one thing from you—a piece of wood."

"What wood do you want, I'll send someone to buy it right away." Mr. Xing said impatiently.

"Just whatever you want. Everything has a spirit, as long as it is wood, you can carve a good woodcarving." The woodcarver said, with a pious tone in his tone.

Everything has a soul... Mr. Baohe repeated this sentence repeatedly, and the more he thought about it, the more interesting it became.

However, the old city lord was irritated by the phrase "everything has a spirit", and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.He called back a servant, and whispered something to him.

The young servant nodded repeatedly, and the corners of his eyes and brows could not help showing joy. He hated those who dared to offend the city lord.After listening to the old city lord's instructions, he gave the woodcarver a hard look, and hurriedly left the tea pavilion.

After finishing all this, the old city lord smiled slightly, and seemed to be in a much better mood.He drank his tea slowly, as if waiting for something.And the woodcarver still had a calm expression, as if he didn't take the matter of offending the old city lord to heart at all.

As for Zhao Liu, after seeing the expressions of the old city lord and the boy, he knew that something was wrong, and he seemed to have lost his soul, and he couldn't see the slightest bit of cleverness.

Liu Zian thought to himself: "I'm afraid the old city lord is going to do something wrong again. Speaking of which, why is a pervert like him so loved by the people? Could it be that everyone in this city is a masochist? Or is it not? Do you know his true face?"

The author has something to say: Well, sir, you read it right this time, the woodcarver is indeed an old acquaintance.