I am cultivating immortals in the martial arts world

Chapter 230 A Person Who Can Generate Karma Points

"I have to go out for a while as a teacher."

The next day, morning.

Yue Fei, who had just woken up, was rubbing his eyes, and when his ears moved, he was suddenly pleasantly surprised.

He looked at Lin Dong happily, as if wishing that the master in front of him who taught him martial arts, but at the same time gave him many bitter pills, would disappear as soon as possible.

"of course."

"The medicine cannot be stopped. The teacher has already given the pill to your father for this period of time. During the days when the teacher is no longer, he will be the one to urge you to take the medicine."

Lin Dong saw the excitement in Yue Fei's eyes at a glance. He yawned, stretched his waist, and looked lazy, but said something that made the young disciple most desperate.

At this moment, in Yue Fei's eyes, his mentor is the biggest devil in the world.

Standing next to him was so depressing.

Still the one with no hope at all.

"Okay, okay, don't be so sad, I just went out for a short time as a teacher, and I will be back soon."

Lin Dong didn't seem to know that Yue Fei hated him at all, so he rubbed the little guy's head to comfort him.

Yue Fei: "..."

That apprentice really wants to thank you?
These words were deeply buried in Yue Fei's heart, and he dared not reveal them at all.

Because he knew very well how terrible his master was, and if he dared to say that, what a terrible and sad end would be waiting for him.

"Uh-huh!"

In the end, he could only nod with eyes shining.

At least the master is gone, isn't it?

……

A few days later, Lin Dong's figure suddenly appeared in front of a small tavern in Bianliang City, Tokyo.

"Should it be this person?"

Glancing into the tavern, there weren't too many diners, and one of them was a slovenly person who attracted most of his attention.

Thinking about it, he stepped into it and sat directly opposite the unkempt middle-aged man.

"You, who are you?"

It was noon, he was already drunk and his eyes were hazy, his eyes were out of focus, but he didn't lose his vigilance. The moment Lin Dong sat down, he spoke.

"The layman is in a good mood, and he's already drunk before lunch time. I wonder if there's anything good about it?"

Lin Dong smiled, and asked curiously: "Pindao is the most curious person, and I want to ask the layman to tell me something."

"Good thing?"

"Hehehe, what good can I do?"

The man shook his head, lifted the wine jar, staggered to the other side, and muttered: "What kind of world is this, even a Taoist is so arrogant and domineering, come to provoke, troubled times, huh Hehe, troubled times!"

Lin Dong was not annoyed, but just shook his head.

He beckoned to the store to cut some meat, and after serving some wine, he drank and talked to himself.

"Some people are really pretentious and think that they can become officials after making a few paintings and being collected by the current emperor, but they are still polishing in this world. I really want to ask, is this People's mentality is broken, can't even paint?"

"What did you say?!"

The man walked over angrily, his eyes were red, and he said drunkenly: "Who, who said that I can't paint anymore?"

"Pindao didn't mention you."

Lin Dong raised his head, glanced at the latter, and continued to drink and said: "Poverty Taoist is talking about Zhang Zeduan, the painter who made the Qingming Riverside Picture that the current emperors love. Laymen, don't come here to scold him." .”

When the drunken man heard this, he smiled proudly: "I, I am Zhang Zeduan, how do you treat me?"

"You too?"

Lin Dong snorted, drank his wine, rolled his eyes and said, "As far as I know, Zhang Zeduan has a surge of energy in his heart. How could he get drunk in a roadside tavern before lunch?"

boom!
Whoa!
"Too deceiving!"

Zhang Zeduan was really pissed off, he threw the wine jar on the ground, and with the muddy wine spilled, he said with a displeased face: "I am Zhang Zeduan, could someone else pretend to be the leader?!"

"Yes, why is that so?"

Lin Dong glanced at the fragments of wine jars scattered on the ground, shook his head and stood up, put down a few copper coins casually, and said indifferently: "If you are true, do you dare to follow the poor road?"

After all, he had already walked out first.

"Why don't you dare?!"

Standing in the tavern, facing several strange gazes, Zhang Zeduan took out a handful of copper plates from his pocket, slapped them on the table, and angrily followed.

……

The two walked one after the other, and after walking for about a dozen miles, Lin Dong stopped.

He looked at Zhang Zeduan, who had gradually sobered up and was about to leave, and said: "Ming people don't talk dark words. I am here this time, and I want the layman to help me make a painting. It is best to go to Qingming. It highlights the position of Pindao."

"Why should I paint for you?"

Zhang Zeduan raised his head sarcastically and said, "Even if the emperor asks me to paint, I dare to refuse, let alone you?!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"is it?"

"The emperor asked you to paint, but you didn't do it? Poor Dao really doesn't believe it!"

Lin Dong laughed out loud, leaning back and forth, but finally closed all his smiles when Zhang Zeduan was about to leave angrily.

"Say it, why didn't you say it?"

Zhang Zeduan didn't leave, looked at Lin Dong who had restrained his smile, and said angrily, "The aggressive method is useless to me."

"Pindao naturally knows that it is useless, and he is not prepared to let it have any effect."

Lin Dong shook his head slowly, feeling that the words were about the same, and spit out a paragraph word by word: "Do you want to be an official? A painting, Pindao let you be the dean of the Imperial Academy of Painting and Calligraphy."

"Then you, hiccup..."

Zhang Zeduan froze on the spot, looked Lin Dong up and down for a long time, and then asked, "Dare to ask about the Changdao name?"

"Poor Dao, Tongtian."

Lin Dong spit out these four words slowly, and then continued flatly: "If you really want to be an official, Pindao has 1 chances of making you an official, but do you really want to? Or should you go another way? ?”

"Also, another way?"

Zhang Zeduan swallowed his saliva, bowed slowly and said, "Please enlighten me, Taoist priest."

Lin Dong paused for a moment, and then slowly spit out eight words: "The name will remain in history, and it will be praised forever."

Zhang Zeduan was a little dumbfounded.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly laughed wildly, and said with tears in his smile: "Hahaha, what's so good about being an official, it's better to be a dog for Zhao Song's family than to be happy in this world."

"This is the Zhang Zeduan that Pindao knows. I will leave the painting and calligraphy to you. What do you want to do with the emperor? Pindao will help you."

Lin Dong smiled.

Facing a person who can provide him with karma points, Lin Dong is really very happy.

He can agree to any request of the person in front of him, as long as he can do it.

It just so happens that in this world, there are few things that Lin Dong can't do.

"Then there's no need. All my thoughts in this life are just eight words in the Taoist priest's mouth. If you can really..."

Zhang Zeduan waved his hand, very indifferent to authenticity.

Lin Dong nodded solemnly and said: "Don't worry, Pindao will travel far away in a while, and then Pindao will bring you to the whole world. No matter how this world changes in the future, your status will never be possible Be shaken!"

(End of this chapter)