Chapter 439 Teaching Teacher

When Zhang Weidong saw that the old Taoist priest was said with a calm face, he immediately stopped to tossing himself, and couldn't help shaking his head secretly and crying.

You said that this old man is the same. Talk to him well. He doesn't listen and has to be scolded by me to feel comfortable. What kind of thing is this?

But anyway, the old Taoist priest finally stopped, and Zhang Weidong was also relieved and looked up at Mr. Tang and others. But I saw the old and young family of the Tang family, as well as Duan Wei and others staring straight at themselves, as if he were a monster.

De, I just let the old Taoist priest stop, and it starts again! Zhang Weidong sighed in his heart and couldn't help staring at the old Taoist priest with some an annoyance.

It's all provoked by this old guy!

But Zhang Weidong forgot that the old Taoist priest's heart is like a drum now, and he can't stand his "old man" staring so angrily. It's okay that Zhang Weidong didn't stare at him. Of course, he thought that Zhang Weidong was blaming him for letting him wait outside for a long time!

"Teacher..." Dongming's old Taoist priest turned pale, his legs softened and he wanted to kneel down to plead guilty.

As soon as Zhang Weidong saw the old Taoist priest's white beard shaking, the old Taoist priest's tears did not fall, but he wanted to fall.

This old guy is really endless!

Fortunately, Zhang Weidong has already experienced it. As soon as the old Taoist priest bent his knees, he felt a force to stop it, and Zhang Weidong's condensed into a line sounded in his ear: "Okay, I don't blame you. If you really kneel down, I will blame you.

Hearing this, Dongming breathed a sigh of relief and stood back beside Zhang Weidong again.

"Cough, hello, Mr. Tang. Please don't be surprised if I take the liberty to bother you. Zhang Weidong walked to Mr. Tang, who was still in a daze, and coughed dryly.

"Cough, no, how come? The old fairy is an old friend of my senior. Since Mr. Zhang and Mr. Zhang are friends with him. Naturally, he is also my friend. Mr. Tang finally recovered and said with an unnatural expression.

Because just now he seemed to hear that the old immortal of Dongming was called Mr. Zhang Weidong, even if Mr. Tang had seen a lot of winds and waves. For a moment, I don't know what to call the young man in front of me.

It is obviously inappropriate to call a senior or a little fairy. He looks so young. He is a founding general anyway! It's not called a senior or a little fairy. The 118-year-old immortals still call them teachers and call themselves disciples!

Fortunately, Mr. Tang was a big shot who had seen the scene, and soon came up with a name of "Mr." for him.

Even so, Duan Wei, the deputy secretary of the provincial party committee, almost softened his legs and sat on the ground. How many people in the whole land of China can be worthy of his old man's name? Not to mention that Zhang Weidong is so young.

No, wait, what did Mr. Tang call the mentally ill old man just now? An old immortal? It's messed up, messed up. My head is in a mess!

Duan Wei, the deputy secretary of the provincial party committee, who is in charge of tens of millions of people, suddenly found that his brain seemed to be much more sluggish than usual in the face of such a thing, and he could not operate normally at all.

Although Tang Xingzhong and others were not as exaggerated as Duan Wei, they were very depressed. Such a young man, his own father, the old general of the country, had to call him a gentleman. Of course, the most depressing should belong to Tang Guorui, the leading figure in the three generations of Tang Dynasty.

Tang Guorui has always thought that he was young and promising, and he was the leader of the younger generation. Today, he found that he was compared with Zhang Weidong. I'm nothing.

Even grandpa has to be called a gentleman!

If that's the case, it doesn't matter if it's like this. When he saw that Mr. Tang compared himself with Zhang Weidong, he was panicked and hurriedly reminded in a low voice, "Xiao Tang, this is my teacher!"

Dong! Tang Xingqiang, who had learned the powerful kung fu of the old immortals of Dongming, did not stand firmly when he heard the words, and his head hit the door heavily.

Teaching teacher! God, how is that possible? The old Taoist priest is 118 years old. How old is the young man in front of him? Is he more than 100 years old? This is so evil! And, my God, I was competing with him just now!

At the thought of the latter, even if Tang Xingqiang could be majestic in the face of the soldiers of the whole army, his back also broke out in a cold sweat at this time. If his "old man" pinched his little hand so gently just now, won't my hand be useless?

Mr. Tang's forehead also faintly broke out in a cold sweat. Dongming saved his life in the Anti-Japanese War and taught him a few martial arts. It can be said that without Dongming, he would not be Tang Lao today, and Dongming is indeed much older than him. It is not too much to call him a senior. Mr. Tang felt that Dongming is still energetic when he is old, so he did not call him a senior Old immortals.

It's good now. The old immortal reminded him more seriously that Zhang Weidong is his teacher. If he calls him again, it will be obvious.

What's your name, sir? Senior? Little fairy?

When Zhang Weidong saw Dongming, an old Taoist priest, he knew how to cause trouble. He couldn't wait to kick him away. He thought that you didn't keep your mouth shut. Is there anyone who would treat you as a mute?

"Master Tang, don't listen to Dongming. Dongming and I are the same. We have discussed with each other, and we can't be regarded as teachers." With that, Zhang Weidong winned Dong Ming and motioned him not to make any more trouble.

This time, I was finally a little enlightened. I didn't interrupt when I heard the words, but I didn't think so in my heart. They all mentioned that I crossed the qi practice period and taught a lot of alchemy. This is not a teacher, so what is a teacher?

When Tang Lao and others heard this, they were more and more shocked. Well, an old fairy like Dongming wants to recognize him as a teacher, but he doesn't want to. Is it possible that this young man is much more powerful than the old immortal?

Seeing that Dongming no longer interrupted, Zhang Weidong was secretly relieved and continued, "I heard of your heroic deeds very early, and I have always admired you in my heart. I didn't expect to have the honor to meet you today."

Mr. Tang never thought that even the old immortals would have a thick face to pull on the big man in the relationship with the teacher, and he would say words of respect for him. At first, he was stunned, as if he were listening to the book of heaven. When he recalled, his heart couldn't help surging, as if he had returned to the war era that commanded thousands of troops and horses to rush to the enemy camp.

I don't know how many compliments Mr. Tang has heard in his life, and his ears are thick. But only today, Zhang Weidong's compliment made him so happy that he almost floated up.

A confidant! Sure enough, he is a fairy-like figure, and his vision is different!

Tang Xingzhong has always been used to sitting in a high position and looking down at others, but today there is a young man who can only let them look up, which is really an ordinary blow to them. Zhang Weidong's words finally made them feel more comfortable.

"I dare not be, I dare not be, Mr. Zhang, the old fairy, please this way, please." Old Tang was excited and happy, and the folds on his face dispersed. Lao Dang led the way on the side in person. He saw that Duan Wei's walking was fluttering. You know, now the whole Republic can be worthy of his personal guide. It is estimated that he either lying in ** and can't walk or has already gone to see Marx. !

The group returned to the living room of the main room.

Originally, Tang Lao and Dong Ming were the main guests sitting side by side in the middle, but now Zhang Weidong is here. Dongming dares to sit in the main guest position. If it hadn't been for Zhang Weidong's wink at him, he would have been ready to stand behind Zhang Weidong.

Mr. Tang saw himself and Zhang Weidong sitting side by side in the top, while Dongming, an old fairy, was sitting with him. After so many years, he once again relived the feeling of sitting like a needle and felt. And the group of people below, except for Dongming's take for granted, the rest of the people looked at Zhang Weidong's unbelievably young little white face, and then looked at Mr. Tang. The mood was so complicated that words could not be expressed at all.

If this spreads, a little boy will actually sit side by side with Mr. Tang, and Tang Xingzhong can only sit with him. It is estimated that the whole Chinese political world will be shocked.

Fortunately, it's the Tang family here, and the idle people can't get in at all.

"Mr. Zhang." After everyone sat down, Mr. Tang took the initiative to say.

"Mr. Tang, you are an old hero. I can't stand Mr. Zhang's words. You'd better call me Wei Dong directly." Zhang Weidong interrupted.

"How does this make you and the old immortal..." Tang Lao waved his hand hurriedly when he heard the words.

"There's nothing I can't do. Dongming and I are related to another kind of relationship. But I was originally a layman. I grew up listening to your heroic deeds. If you call me sir, I really can't stand it!" Zhang Weidong interrupted again.

When Duan Wei saw that Zhang Weidong interrupted Mr. Tang's words again and again, a cold sweat almost came out. Up to now, he still can't figure out what the old Taoist priest who was once mistaken for a mental patient was.

Mr. Tang was a little confused when he heard this and couldn't help asking for evidence, "Are you younger than me?"

"Haha, of course, otherwise how could you grow up listening to your heroic deeds?" Zhang Weidong laughed.

"But you and the old fairy?" When Mr. Tang heard that Zhang Weidong was younger than himself, he couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief. If a person in his 100s and two hundred years old still grows into Zhang Weidong's little white-faced virtue, the pressure in Mr. Tang's heart is really not ordinary.

"There is a sequence of Tao. I realized some of the mysteries of heaven and earth earlier than Dongming, and naturally walked in front of him. This is not contradictory to my young age. Mr. Tang thinks too much." Zhang Weidong said with a faint smile.

Although Zhang Weidong said it casually, the Tang family was frightened to hear it. Dongming is already so powerful, but Zhang Weidong is better than him, so although he is young, Dongming still has to respect him as his teacher.

If he reaches the age of Dongming, how powerful will he be? Tang Xingqiang felt a little cold on his back again.