C59 We're Just Ants!

"I thought you forgot that I'm your Junior Brother, but I didn't expect you to invite a great Buddha for me!" Lin Bai smiled and said, "Fortunately you came in time, otherwise, I would have been skinned alive!"

When Liu Jingtian came alone, Lin Bai had already felt that something was strange. According to common sense, his senior brother who was like a dead donkey or an undead monk would not let go of such an opportunity to join in on the fun. Furthermore, he was bullied, he should be here to stand up for him. How could he be so negligent this time?

So this guy went to find an old man. Moreover, from the old man's words, he could guess that this old man was Old Master Huang. Furthermore, it seemed that Zhang Sanming had a pretty good relationship with him.

The old man walked to Lin Bai's side, patting him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Old Li's disciple came to Yan Jing, but he didn't know that he would be here to see me. "I've been thinking about this old deity for some time now, and often called Mao Mountain to ask them to find the old deity's trail, but who would've thought, sigh …"

"Hurry up and finish what you need to do!" After tearing off a piece of meat tendon from the chicken leg and chewing on it a few times, Zhang Sanmeng interrupted Old Man Huang with an unfriendly expression, "Now is not the time to gossip. Besides, you are not a woman, so what is there to talk about with my Junior Brother …"

Huang Zongze was a little taken aback. This old man of his was not in very good health. He usually stayed in a sanatorium and kept a low profile. When had he ever stepped out of the door? Huang Zongze raised his head, staring at Zhang SanKuang and said angrily, "Speak up. If my grandfather dares to do anything, I'm not done with you!"

"I'm talking to Old Yellow, it's none of your business, go away obediently, don't disturb the conversation of our elders!" Upon hearing these words, Zhang SanKuang was also infuriated, telling Huang Zongze in a displeased tone.

Huang Zongze was young and had a fiery temper. When he saw Zhang Sanmeng, he angrily said, "F * ck, you old bastard, I wonder what kind of bewitching soup you gave my grandfather, that's why he listens to you like this." I'm not going to follow your path! What, are you still staring at me? Do you want to train with it?! "

"That shitty young master, in my eyes, he's not even as good as this chicken leg in my hand. This thing can at least beat a toothpick." What's the use of being a popinjay? If you want to practice alone with me, no problem. "However, Dao Lord, my body is not doing very well today. I will let Old Yellow practice with you!" Zhang Sanmeng rolled his eyes and said.

Hearing Zhang Sanming call Old Yellow by its name, Huang Zongze was so angry that it seemed as if three corpses were leaping from one end to the other, as if smoke was rising from the seven orifices of his head. No matter how powerful he was, even those people on television, when they saw the old tutor, they would still speak in a friendly manner. Ever since he was young, he'd never seen anyone so disrespectful towards his own grandfather.

"What's wrong, kid, you don't dare to fight with Old Yellow anymore?!" Even though Old Yellow is quite old, his kung fu is quite good. It's still very easy for you to take two or three hits! " Zhang Sanmeng said indistinctly as he took a bite off the chicken.

Huang Zongze was on the verge of going crazy from the words' Old Yellow '. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Zhang SanKuang and said with hatred, "You old fart, you f * cking try saying' Old Yellow 'again. This bro will skin you alive today!"

"Old Yellow, your grandson is so angry." "Dao Lord, I am so afraid. No wonder my junior brother and sister-in-law have wronged expressions. This grandson only needs to say that he wants to peel off the skin, is he the reincarnation of the Ten Yama Kings?!" Hearing Huang Zongze's words, Zhang Sanmeng shakily turned to look at Old Man Huang and said.

The moment Zhang SanKuang's words fell, Old Master Huang fiercely glared at Huang Zongze and sternly said: "Elders, since when are you going to interrupt? Scram to the side and properly reflect on it!"

Hearing Old Man Huang's reprimand, Huang Zongze bit his lips and said no more.

Old Master Huang turned his head to look at Lin Bai, smiling as he said, "When a large group of us stands outside the room, we can't help but be treated like clowns. "I think we should talk inside. How about it?"

Although Lin Bai was a bit confused by this situation, he still had to give face to this old man. As the saying goes, one should not hit a smiling man, and what's more, the one standing in front of him was such an old man.

"Grandfather?!" When Huang Zongze heard Old Man Huang's words, he became displeased. He originally thought that since the old man had come, he would at least have to back him up and say a few harsh words. However, he didn't expect that in front of this old Daoist and Lin Bai, his grandfather was as gentle as a tiger with its paws withdrawn.

Old man Huang's face darkened, he glared at Huang Zongze and snapped: "Zongze, grandpa can't even speak properly anymore, can he?!"

Huang Zongze did not dare to continue being so stubborn, so he obediently led the group into the clubhouse. Those who initially wanted to watch the show all scattered when they saw Old Man Huang. They were afraid that if Old Man Huang saw them making a joke out of their families, they would be able to wear their own shoes in the future.

Entering the private room in the clubhouse, Old Master Huang slapped Huang Zongze without a word, scolding sternly, "Little bastard, you've been blinded by your dog eyes. "You actually dare to contradict a senior like Uncle Lin? Don't you hear the things that Grandpa usually teaches you?"

Huang Zongze covered his face and looked at the old man in front of him in shock. This was the first time in his life that the old man had beaten him. As the only son of the Huang family, even if he beat up the playboy of the Bie family before, he would still complain. The old tutor had only scolded him a few times. This was the first time in his life that a girl had sat in a bridal sedan!

After cursing Huang Zongze, Old Master Huang walked in front of Lin Bai with a face full of smiles, and said warmly: "Brother Lin Bai, this grandson of mine doesn't have eyes, please forgive me."

Huang Zongze was stunned once again.

He knew that their relationship wasn't that bad. It was said that they were brothers who had peed in a cannon pit, but that didn't mean they would be this respectful to a junior. To put it bluntly, we have a good relationship with your grandfather's generation. Even if you kids were to tear off your faces, it would be no more than puppies playing around. You won't be able to get on the stage or enter our eyes.

However, right now, Old Master Huang actually called Lin Bai his brother, and even had some respect for him when he spoke to Lin Bai.

Something was wrong with this situation. Even if he were to nod and smile at Lin Bai, this was already a matter of great honor. However, why did his voice carry a tinge of respect?

Old Man Huang was the last elder remaining after the founding of the country. All the elders he respected had already passed away. Besides, even if this Lin Bai was the reincarnation of some godly person, did he not need to be so respectful to the old man?!

Huang Zongze's reasoning was indeed correct, but he had neglected Lin Baifeng's identity as Master Shuishui.

In this world, there was a type of person who did not dance, write, or make ink, nor did they fight on the battlefield. However, just by moving their mouths, they were able to ignite the flames of war, and they were also able to cause rivers of blood on the ground. This kind of person was the Feng Shui Master. The Grandmaster of the Celestial Sect, Li Chunfeng, had done such a thing all those years ago. He only said one thing, those with the surname Wu would seize the Li family's territory, and a benevolent Emperor Taizong had killed countless people with the surname Wu.

Old Man Huang and Lin Bai had no relationship, but he did have a relationship with the old Taoist Li Tian Yuan. To be more precise, Old Master Huang owed Li Tian Yuan a life.

At that time, Old Master Huang was still a little ghost who got his briefcase destroyed in a battle. At that time, Old Master Huang was also heavily injured, and when the little ghost's bayonet was about to pick out his intestines, he was saved by the sudden appearance of Li Tian Yuan.

At that time, when the little ghost old man Huang saw that Li Tianyuan was like a god, he laid an earth-shattering formation, and with just a single person, he managed to kill over a dozen ghost soldiers.

Not only had Li Tian Yuan killed the evil spirit, he had also saved Old Man Huang's life. On Mao Mountain, he had personally witnessed the old Daoist being able to set up a spell formation on Mao Mountain.

For a day and a night, not a single ghost soldier managed to make it to Mao Mountain.

From then on, he remembered the name Li Tian Yuan and also remembered the old Daoist Priest's methods.

It was not because he wanted to get closer or do anything about it in the future, but to repay his gratitude, because this life was given to him by the old Daoist. While recuperating on the mountain, Old Master Huang had treated the old Daoist Priest Li Tianyuan as his uncle and as an elder.

After he recovered from his injuries, Old Man Huang went back to the army. From then on, he lost contact with Li Tian Yuan. But he never would have thought that one day, a descendant of Li Tianyuan would find his residence, and his grandchild even provoked such a person who could turn the tide with a flip of his hand.

Moreover, his own grandson actually wanted to peel that old Daoist Immortal's disciple's skin off.

Old Man Huang was scared. He had never been scared even when he was facing the little devil, but when he heard about this, he was. In his heart, he lamented that he was already old. At the same time, he silently chanted Lin Bai's name.

It wasn't because he wanted to interact more in the future. He knew that even if it was him, it would be very difficult to get close to these people. This was what he had felt back then on Mao Mountain. These people could not be friends, much less be enemies. They were simply too powerful, and did not put people like them, who were revered by tens of thousands of people in the mortal world, in their eyes.

Once he started, no matter how arrogant he was, it would not be much of a problem for him to squash an ant with just a little force!