Cultivation Teacher's Life Record

"A twenty-three-year-old doctor, this is really not easy!" Tang Xuhong finally said with some emotion when she heard that Zhang Weidong was already a doctor.

Duan Wei and Tang Xuhong's compliments made Zhang Weidong a little embarrassed, but this was a fact and he couldn't refute it.

"Haha, what is simple but not simple?" At this moment, a burst of hearty and loud laughter sounded outside the door, and then a man wearing a military coat walked in.

The man is tall and burly, with eyebrows as sharp as swords and sharp eyes. As soon as he steps into the door, a strong aura hits his face.

"Fourth brother, you are back." Seeing that it was fourth brother Tang Xingqiang who had returned, Tang Xuhong stood up with a smile and said hello.

Tang Xingqiang nodded to Tang Xuhong, then stood up and punched Duan Wei in the chest as he greeted him, and said with a smile: "Old comrade, how do you feel about staying here? Do you want to go back to the army? Now

The army is in the midst of employing people!",

Duan Wei frowned slightly, touched his chest, and said with a wry smile: "Commander Tang, couldn't you be a little gentler?"

"Haha, it seems that the local government has raised you to be very delicate. I think we were two tigers in the army back then. How did you become like a sick cat?" Tang Xingqiang laughed brightly again.

"We need you tiger generals to fight a war, but you don't need tiger generals to govern a place, but good cats that can catch mice. Didn't Comrade Ping say that? It doesn't matter whether the cat is black or white, as long as it can catch mice, it is a good cat." Duan Wei said with a smile, in his heart.

But he secretly thought that it was more than just a sick cat. If it weren't for Zhang Weidong, he would probably be a dead cat now.

"You, you, you are still so talkative. No wonder the old man said you can manage the place, but I can't." Tang Xingqiang said, his eyes subconsciously fell on Zhang Weidong, pointed at him and said: "Who is this young man? Your secretary

Really? Aren’t you a little too young!”

Although Tang Xingqiang pointed at him and spoke like this, Zhang Weidong preferred Tang Xingqiang's straightforward temperament to Tang Xuhong. Without waiting for Duan Wei's reply, he reached out to Tang Xingqiang and said, "Zhang Weidong, hello, Commander Tang!"

Tang Xingqiang looked at Zhang Weidong's extended hand. He was slightly startled, and then laughed and said: "Young man is not lazy, he is brave!"

As he spoke, Tang Xingqiang stretched out his thick big palm and tightly grasped Zhang Weidong's slender and fair hand that seemed to rival any woman.

Duan Wei couldn't help but laugh and cry when he saw Tang Xingqiang exaggerating Wei Dong's courage. Taking the initiative to shake hands with one of your generals is considered courageous? He is not only a martial arts master who can fly across the river, but he is also a man who dares to break into the Somali pirates' den alone.

!

As soon as Tang Xingqiang held his hand, Zhang Weidong felt his palm tighten suddenly, giving people a very powerful feeling. If it were a really powerless scholar, it would be a bit overwhelming.

But compared to Zhang Weidong, this little power is nothing at all.

Tang Xingqiang was a soldier, and he had a strong military aura. He was used to shaking hands with others. When he realized that the person shaking hands with him was the pretty-faced secretary of his old comrade Duan Wei, when he was about to stop shaking his hand, he realized that the person in front of him was

The young man with thin skin and tender flesh actually had a faint smile on his face. He couldn't help but changed his mind for a moment and increased his strength.

But Zhang Weidong still had a faint smile on his face.

Of course Tang Xingqiang did not believe in evil. Although he was already the commander of the group army and was a bit old, he was once a fighting champion in the army. His foundation was still there, and he could easily defeat a few soldiers.

Little guy, if the tiger doesn’t show off its power, does it really think that I, the army commander, is trying to scare people?

But it would have been better if Tang Xingqiang did not continue to increase the intensity. This time he increased the intensity. On the contrary, he felt a little bit unable to get off the stage, because the veins on his arms were all bulging, but the white face with thin skin and tender flesh on the opposite side was still a smile.

A calm and calm look.

Duan Wei saw that Tang Xingqiang was actually competing with Zhang Weidong. Seeing how he was blushing, he almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.

If you compete with Zhang Weidong, aren't you making yourself uncomfortable? Fortunately, Zhang Weidong is not as knowledgeable as you, otherwise you, Elder Tang Jun, would have been lying on the ground long ago.

Tang Xuhong and Tang Xingqiang are brother and sister. Of course they know her fourth brother's temperament. Seeing him suppressing his blush and holding Zhang Weidong's hand for a long time without letting go, she didn't know what kind of scene he was singing. It almost made her chin break.

Dropped on the floor.

The twenty-three-year-old doctor was enough to surprise her, but she didn't expect that Zhang Weidong, who seemed to have no strength, was actually very strong. Even her powerful fourth brother could not do anything to him.

However, Tang Xuhong soon realized that he could no longer let his fourth brother show off his strength. Otherwise, not only the fourth brother would be embarrassed, but the Tang family would be embarrassed as well.

"Fourth brother, don't you have something to report to your father when you come back this time?" Tang Xuhong said.

"Ah, if you didn't tell me, I almost forgot. The old man also said that an old friend came to visit and asked me to meet him. Old comrades, and, ahem, Zhang Weidong, right? You guys sit here for a moment,

I'll excuse you for a moment." After hearing this, Tang Xingqiang hurriedly let go of his hand, and then left the living room as if running away.

Duan Wei looked at Tang Xingqiang's hurried away figure and couldn't help but secretly shake his head in amazement. This guy is still so good-looking!

Then Duan Wei thought of the old friend of Tang Xingqiang mentioned by Tang Xingqiang, and couldn't help but be secretly surprised. Could there be some big movement above?

In Duan Wei's view, Mr. Tang's old friends were naturally the older generation of revolutionaries who still had a huge influence on domestic politics. It was precisely because of this suspicion that Duan Wei did not dare to ask rashly.

At that level, Duan Wei's current position is not qualified to intervene.

Shortly after Tang Xingqiang left, Tang Xingzhong, Tang's third son and deputy director of the Propaganda Department, also hurried over. Seeing that Duan Wei was also at Tang's house, he greeted him with a few polite words and then left the side room and rushed to the main room.

As for Zhang Weidong, he didn't even say hello.

Seeing that the three sons and one daughter of the Tang family, except for the eldest Tang Xingbang, who was far away in Lingnan Province, had not rushed back, the other three children had already rushed back. Duan Wei couldn't help but feel more surprised and uneasy, and even his scalp was numb.

The Tang family is not an ordinary family. Except for discussing important matters or celebrating holidays, the important people of the Tang family rarely get together. But he rushed to see Mr. Tang at this time and even waited in the living room of the wing.

If he weren't afraid that Zhang Weidong would go to the Somali pirates' den alone, Duan Wei would really want to get up and leave now.

Of course Zhang Weidong didn't think as much as Duan Wei thought, but he was slightly impatient. Although Lu Yafen's father should not be in any danger for the time being, he was still in the hands of pirates after all.

In the living room of the main house, an old Taoist priest was sitting on a mahogany chair.

This old Taoist priest is already a monk in the foundation-building stage. His skin is rosy and shiny, and his eyes are sparkling. Occasionally, the light flashes like a meteor streaking across the night sky. He looks like he is only in his seventies.

The old Taoist priest held a whisk in his hand and had a fluttering white beard. He exuded a Taoist aura of detachment and detachment from the dust, and he looked like an old god with an immortal air.

Sitting side by side with the old Taoist priest was an old man who was already very old and had a very hunched back, but he had a faint aura of chilling about him.

If Wei was present at this time, he would definitely be shocked, because the old man was none other than his old leader, Mr. Tang. And if Zhang Weidong released his spiritual thoughts for a little exploration, he would definitely be dumbfounded, because Mr. Tang's old friend turned out to be none other than him.

It was Dongming, an old Taoist priest of the Qingcheng Sect.

"Xingzhong, you are here, come and meet the old immortal." When Tang Xingzhong, the third son of Mr. Tang, walked into the living room, Mr. Tang's muddy old eyes lit up slightly and he waved to him with a smile.

Tang Xingzhong's expression changed slightly when he heard this. He received a message from the captain of the guard that the old man had an old friend visiting him and asked him to go home and meet him. He thought it was some old friend, but he didn't expect it to be a Taoist priest, and he looked younger than the old man.

Some.

Didn't my father always oppose feudal superstition? When did he make friends with such a foreigner? Could it be that as he got older, he began to believe in this?

However, although he was surprised and disapproving of this old god, Tang Xingzhong did not dare to go against the old man. He hugged Dongyun and said, "Hello, old man."

Dongming did not stand up, but nodded slightly to Tang Xingzhong, and then looked at Mr. Tang.

"This is my third son Tang Xingzhong, who was born after liberation and now works in the propaganda department." Mr. Tang introduced Dongming with a smile as he looked at him.

"It turns out he's the third son. He looks a lot like his mother." Dong Ming said.

"Yes, it's a pity that she passed away a few years ago, otherwise the old god would still be able to meet her." Mr. Tang sighed, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"I also had some opportunities a few days ago. Thinking that I haven't gone down the mountain for decades, I thought of going down the mountain to see my old friend. But I didn't expect that this girl Fang Ping is no longer here." Dongming couldn't help hearing this.

Somewhat sentimental.

"Old man, this year you are rich, how come you haven't gone down the mountain for decades?" Tang Xingqiang has the most straightforward personality, unlike Tang Xingzhong, who is not as deep-tempered as Tang Xingzhong. He looked a little unhappy when he heard this.

Originally, Tang Xingqiang wanted to directly ask the old Taoist priest how old he was this year and he actually called his mother "girl", but in the end he changed his mind because of his father's majesty.

"Pindao is one hundred and eighteen years old this year." Dongming said, stroking his white beard.

"How is it possible to be one hundred and eighteen years old?" It was Tang Xingqiang and Tang Xingzhong, both of whom had experienced great storms. Hearing this, they couldn't help but exclaimed, their eyes almost straightened.

Knowing a son is more like a father, Mr. Tang just saw Tang Xingqiang asking questions and knew that he was not convinced and Dongming actually called his mother a girl. Now he saw the two brothers looking so surprised that they seemed to have seen a ghost, and his face could not help but sink slightly and said: "

What's impossible? The old god is the real Taoist master of Qingcheng Mountain. Your father and I were saved by the old god back then, and we even learned a few martial arts from him."

After hearing this, the two brothers Tang Xingqiang and Tang Xingzhong believed that Dongming, a Taoist priest who seemed to be only seventy years old, was actually one hundred and eighteen years old. However, after they believed it, they were even more shocked.

One hundred and eighteen years old, he still looks so young and energetic, what is he other than an old god? Do gods really exist in this world?

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