Lin Shisan took the Embroidered Uniform Guard and led away the members of the Disciplinary Department.
Seeing that Lin Wufa had handled everything.
Zhang Lingxiu quickly bowed to everyone and said:
"Ancestor, Second Great-Grandfather, Uncle Xiang, Uncle Xiangming, and all the seniors, this is not a place to talk, why don't you come and sit with my husband and me."
Li Bai quickly rubbed his hands and said, "Girl, there's no need for so much trouble, wait..."
Before he could finish, he was stopped by his beloved disciple. Divine Sword Ye Fan smiled and said to Zhang Lingxiu:
"Then I'll trouble Xiu girl, and I can get a meal too."
Zhang Lingxiu and Lin Zhan quickly said:
"Uncle Ye Fan, what are you talking about? Your presence here brings glory to my humble dwelling."
Last time, when everyone was treating Lin Shanhe's injuries, Ye Fan, as the director of the Martial Arts Bureau, personally went to Lin Family Manor to guard Lin Shanhe. The Lin family members have always remembered this kindness.
Then he turned and winked at the young Taoist priest. The young Taoist priest quickly took his short legs and ran towards the mountain villa.
Everyone chatted and laughed as they walked towards Lin Zhan's villa.
Among the ten Grand Dukes of High Martial Arts, except for Hao Zhan, everyone else lowered their heads, understanding that when they arrived, Lin Wufa would definitely discipline a few of them.
Li Bai whispered to Ye Fan:
"Disciple, why do you suddenly want to mooch a meal from this kid? It's not like your aloof personality at all."
Ye Fan gave his cheap master a sideways glance and said:
"Master, can aloofness be eaten? Have you forgotten when the two old ancestors Liu Che and Liu Xiu brought century-old fine wine and tried to badmouth me?"
Li Bai nodded bitterly and said:
"Who told those two old guys to be emperors? It's normal for them to have good things. Unlike your master, I was just a poor boy back then, and I exchanged the emperor's gifts for wine."
Ye Fan said grumpily to Li Bai:
"Master, with your thinking, you'll never eat four dishes in your life. Old ancestors Liu Che and Liu Xiu, what good things do they have? They were fighting wars and drinking millet porridge all day, poorer than you.
"I'm telling you, their good food and drink were all scammed from this kid. I don't know who is the most powerful in China now, but this kid is definitely the richest.
"Last time I had dinner with his father and father-in-law, good heavens, century-old fine wine was the lowest grade. They were drinking thousand-year-old fine wine from large jars, and even the jars they used were spatial equipment that could hold a hundred catties of fine wine.
"Listening to his father and elders, even old ancestor Han Xin and his group of kings are now working for this kid. You haven't seen old ancestors Liu Che and Liu Xiu for the past two days, have you? They're not running errands for this kid?"
Li Bai was already a connoisseur of wine and loved wine. Upon hearing that even his treasured century-old fine wine was considered the lowest grade there, his eyes immediately turned red with envy, and he whispered to his disciple:
"Disciple, it seems you have a good relationship with this kid's family. Can you find a job for your master too? As long as there's enough wine."
Ye Fan stared at his cheap master with a bewildered look. He had thought of getting closer to Lin Zhan, coming over for food and drinks, and packing some fine wine and spirits.
But you, old man, are planning to sell yourself. How can you have the nerve to go and work for them? What about your aloofness, your disdain?
Li Bai felt his disciple's contemptuous gaze and coughed awkwardly:
"Ahem, I just felt the atmosphere was too awkward and made a joke. Disciple, I must tell you, as a scholar, one must not be corrupted by wealth or bowed down by power. How can one throw oneself into a noble family just to satisfy one's gluttony?"
Ye Fan gave his master a deep look. He didn't believe him. This old scoundrel was very cunning.
By the time everyone arrived at Lin Zhan's villa, the young Taoist priest Zhang Haoming had already brought the top-grade ingredients and arranged everything.
Everyone sat in the villa's garden, and the maids served spiritual tea, spiritual fruits, and various pastries and snacks.
Li Bai and a group of Grand Dukes looked at the novel and luxurious snacks on the table with tears in their eyes, deeply lamenting that this kid was too damn rich. "Forget it, let's quit our jobs at High Martial Arts and come work for the Lin family." Su Dan Novel Network.
Lin Wufa looked at the nine Grand Dukes with a scolding look:
"Look at yourselves, your eyes are about to pop out at these food. Has time dulled your hot blood and broken your courage? Do you still remember how to kill the ten thousand races?"
The nine Grand Dukes who were being scolded lowered their heads and dared not speak, but they secretly retorted:
"You old fellow, you really don't say anything people can relate to. If we had your living conditions, why would we be calculating those salaries from High Martial Arts? We would have been squatting on the battlefield knocking down the ten thousand races every day. Aren't we doing this for the younger generation of our family to get some resources? Why are you, old fellow, so mean to us?"
Of course, these thoughts could not be spoken. Who knows if this old fellow's brain is still working after lying in the coffin for so long? If he suddenly attacks us, it would be too much trouble.
Lin Wufa looked at the silent crowd and continued to scold:
"The ten of you, how many years of peaceful days have you had? Are you... what the hell, where did that little bastard Hao Zhan go?"
As Lin Wufa was scolding, he noticed the number of people and realized one was missing.
The nine who were being scolded all pointed behind Lin Wufa. Lin Wufa turned his head curiously.
He found Hao Zhan and Kong Xiangming standing there as spectators, holding a watermelon, eating it, and watching the scolding crowd.
Lin Wufa, who was about to get angry, was interrupted by Lin Shanhe, who was carrying his daughter, and Zhang Zhen.
The little dumpling Lin Ya'er looked at the angry Lin Wufa, jumped off Lin Shanhe's arms, ran to Lin Wufa's side, and said in a milky voice:
"Second Great-Grandfather, don't be angry. If you're still angry, don't scold these grandpas. Why don't you beat my dad and Uncle Zhen to vent your anger? Anyway, they've been beaten every day for the past two days, so it won't matter if they get beaten one more time."
Lin Wufa looked at his great-granddaughter and was instantly melted by her cuteness. He quickly picked up the little dumpling and coaxed her:
"Okay, okay, I'll listen to our little dumpling. Great-Grandfather is not angry anymore. Next time I'm angry, I'll beat these two disappointing brats."
Then he said to the Grand Dukes:
"Let's forget about today's matter. You and Xiangming should discuss what to do with High Martial Arts in the future, and arrange good teachers for these brats. Start their classes in three days. Don't stay in the academy all day and cause trouble everywhere."
Lin Zhan and the others looked at Lin Wufa in a daze: Why is this dragging us into it?