I Am a Corrupt Official, But They Say I Am a Loyal Minister!

Lin Beifan invited the old man into the city.

Along the way, the old man looked around and said curiously: "This is the capital of Dawu, Detianfu? The old man came here 20 years ago, and it was not so prosperous and lively at that time. The changes have been too great!"

Lin Beifan said with a smile, "All of this depends on Ye Laixiang! Since Ye Laixiang came to work here, she has been punishing wicked people and fighting crime. The public security environment has improved a lot! When the security is improved, the streets will naturally be prosperous!"

"Really? That stinky boy has such great ability?" The old man was a little unconvinced.

He knew exactly what his apprentice was capable of.

Is it okay to let him go to murder and set fire to run the city?

Do not make jokes!

The two walked along the way, and they also attracted the attention of many people, and everyone's eyes were a little scared.

After all, the old man suddenly killed him just now, with fierce flames and arrogant aura, and he looked very difficult to mess with.

In order to appease everyone, Lin Beifan said in a loud voice: "Dear fathers and villagers, let me introduce you to someone! The senior standing beside me is actually the master of the Royal Cat Yelaixiang, the god of guns, and he is his own person, so you don't have to be afraid to be cautious. !"

"It turned out to be the master of the Royal Cat!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone relaxed.

In the eyes of everyone, Royal Cat is a great hero who punishes evil, fights crime, and protects the nation, a great hero!

A master who can cultivate a royal cat is definitely not a bad person!

Everyone gathered around and gave their thumbs up.

"It turned out to be the master of the royal cat, no wonder his face is upright!"

"Master Gun God, you have cultivated a good apprentice, a good apprentice who saves the country and the people!"

"Since your apprentice came, our life has gotten better and better!"

"Thank you so much, Master Gunner!"

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The old man was very happy when he heard it: "Really? That stinky boy really did so many things?"

"Of course! Master Gunslinger, can we still lie to you?"

"Just ask around, who doesn't know the Royal Cat Yelaixiang? Who doesn't accept the criminal nemesis Yelaixiang?"

"Master Ye Laixiang is the patron saint of our city!"

...

The more the old man listened, the happier he became. The apprentice he had cultivated was promising, and he had a face!

Looking at Ye Laixiang with a bruised nose and a swollen face in the back, her face was kind and relieved: "You stinky boy, you are finally sensible now, and you didn't cause trouble for the old man! Continue to carry forward in the future, do you understand?"

"Yes, Master!" Ye Laixiang responded happily.

He was happier than anyone with the approval of his master.

When I came to Lin Beifan's house, the hostess Li Shishi had already prepared food and wine to entertain the gun gods who came from afar.

However, as soon as he entered the mansion, the old man's eyes first turned to the old monk Jingtai.

Because he felt that the old monk was a master.

The hand holding the gun tightened, and his eyes were a little hot, full of fighting intent: "I feel that you are a master master! Let's do a game, how about exchanging martial arts experience?"

The old monk's face was calm, his hands clasped together: "Amitabha, the donor's words are serious! The poor monk only pursues the Dao of Buddhism, not the Dao of martial arts, you can find someone else!"

"Old monk, don't fool me!" The old man smiled and said, "If you don't value martial arts, why is martial arts so profound and so high! Without decades of effort, it is completely unattainable!"

"Amitabha, the benefactor's eyes are clumsy! In fact, the poor monk used to be just a little monk with a little knowledge of martial arts! That is, only last year, after the master taught the real Buddhist principles, did he become enlightened and become a master!"

The old man was shocked: "You only became a grandmaster last year? Impossible! Your grandmaster has such a strong bearing, he has clearly been immersed in this realm for decades, and has reached the level of the natural state of Taoism!"

"Amitabha, monks don't lie!" The old monk looked solemn.

The old man finally believed it, and asked anxiously, "Who is your master? You have made such great progress in just one year. You must be an unfathomable senior! Can you give me a recommendation?"

"Far in the sky, right in front of you!" The old monk pointed at Lin Beifan.

The old man was surprised again: "Ah? Lin Beifan, the governor of the capital?"

"Exactly, Amitabha!" The old monk put his hands together.

The old man stared at Lin Beifan tightly and frowned: "Lin Beifan? Are you really the master of this old monk? But you don't seem to be skilled in martial arts!"

Lin Beifan smiled slightly: "I am indeed Jingtai's master, but I am a master in Buddhism, not in martial arts. I didn't teach him martial arts!"

"But why did he..."

"Everything was enlightened by Jingtai from my Buddhist philosophy! You must know..."

Lin Beifan folded his hands together, like an old magic stick, and said in a spirited manner: "Buddha is Tao, martial arts is Tao, everything is Tao! Dao is simple, Dao is natural, Dao is everywhere!"

The old monk was enlightened again: "What the master said is very true, Amitabha!"

Lin Beifan: "Amitabha!"

The old gun god also realized: "Buddha is Tao, and Wu also knows that everything is Tao! It's right, it's wonderful!"

This sentence, he simply pushed aside the clouds and mist to see the sky, and let him see a chance for a breakthrough!

Looking at Lin Beifan again, his eyes suddenly changed: "The old man believes it now, you are indeed the master of the old monk, and you are qualified to be his master! Although you don't know martial arts, you know martial arts!"

"Really? Why do I feel like a nonsense..." Ye Laixiang fell into deep thought.

In the end, he was beaten down by the old man and scolded: "You stinky boy, don't open your mouth if you don't understand it, it's a shame! This is a famous saying of martial arts. You can only understand the meaning of this sentence after you become a master!"

Ye Laixiang sighed, her head swelled up, and she squatted on the corner of the wall, crying silently.

It seems that Lin Beifan has some sympathy!

What a poor child, who is beaten at every turn, no wonder he ran away when he saw his master!

He was about to comfort him, but was pulled away by the old man: "Little Brother Lin, let's ignore him, he'll be fine by himself for a while! Let's continue to talk about martial arts!

"There are thousands of martial arts, what do you want to talk about?"

The old man thought for a while, and put his magic gun in front of him: "Come and see, how is this gun in this seat?"

Lin Beifan smiled slightly: "Senior, to be honest, your gun is very ordinary..."

The old man was furious: "What? You said that the gun in this seat is normal?"

"I know there's a gun..." Lin Beifan said leisurely.

Talk about the realm of sharp guns, soft guns, heavy guns, wooden guns, and no guns, and talk about those who change the soup without changing the medicine.

The old man was taken aback and slapped his thigh with excitement: "The realm of sharp spears, the realm of soft spears, the realm of heavy spears... It's so good, so right! The old man has studied spear art for so long, and he still understands it. I'm not as profound as you, the old man is ashamed!"

Lin Beifan exclaimed, "Senior..."

The old man waved his hand quickly: "Don't call me senior, I'm not qualified to be your senior! If you look down on the old man, just call me old brother, I will call you old brother, how about we meet as peers?"

Lin Beifan shook his head: "Why is this so embarrassing? No way!"

The old man was furious: "Why are you embarrassed? What's wrong? This old man has already taken advantage of you for your advice! If you are your senior again, you will have a guilty conscience! So you must call me old brother, or you have to call me if you don't. !"

Lin Beifan immediately shouted, "Brother Gun God!"

The old man responded immediately, "Brother Lin!"

The two laughed: "Haha!"

Standing next to him, Shaoshuai Guo frowned: "Is this scene familiar?"

Mo Rushuang whispered: "Junior Brother, have you forgotten? Before, Sword Immortal and Sword Saint admired Young Master's martial arts talents, so they forcibly recognized Young Master and became confidantes and friends!"

Guo Shaoshuai suddenly said, "No wonder!"

"Young Master is also amazing! As long as he is a master, he will be convinced by his talent and knowledge!" Mo Rushuang looked at Lin Beifan with eyes full of little stars

At this moment, the old man shouted to Ye Laixiang: "Stinky boy, come here!"

"Master, what's the matter with me?" Ye Laixiang covered her head and came over.

The old man said with a stern face: "Stinky boy, you listen to me! Now Lin Beifan is a close friend recognized by the old man, and he is also your senior! In the future, when you see him, you must respect him and act earnestly and act like a master. Treat him the same, you know? If you dare to be disobedient, I will break your leg, Master!"

"Ow!" Ye Laixiang's face collapsed.

Before his master came, Lin Beifan had already taken care of him!

Now that the master is here, and he has received the approval of the master, can't he pretend to be a tiger and control him even more?

Ye Laixiang's body is swaying, life is so desperate!

Lin Beifan smiled proudly: "Nephew Ye Laixiang 1, please give me more advice in the future!"

Then, in order to welcome the grand master who came from afar, Lin Beifan held a banquet, and he would never return if he was drunk.

This matter gradually spread to the palace.

The Empress smiled and shook her head: "This Lin Beifan really has social bullshit! All masters talk about one thing into one, and never miss a beat! I really don't know how he did it!"

The gun god master and Lin Beifan became close friends and Ye Laixiang's master.

It can be said that this gun god is already half a great warrior.

As long as Lin Beifan and Ye Laixiang are still in Dawu, the master will not be able to escape.

The more the Empress thought about it, the happier she became: "Come here, send the two rare and exquisite wine Shilixiang that I treasured to the Lin Mansion!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" the old eunuch replied.

In the middle of the Lin Mansion, the old man drank the wine and his ears were hot, and his face was red: "This good wine must be drunk with people in the same way to drink it happily! This old man is out of the mountain, and it is really worth it to know you little brother!"

"If you like it, drink more! Go!" Lin Beifan toasted.

"Do it!" The old man replied.

After drinking this glass of wine, the old man continued: "This time, the old man came out of the mountain, mainly for two things!"

"Which two things?" Lin Beifan asked.