After I die, I rely on the merits of the live broadcast room to continue my life

Chapter 132 Overheard

Others followed suit.

Under Qian Zheng's heartfelt words, they were all moved, thinking about their years of hard work and feeling ashamed of their doubts.

"That's all, you all go down and have a rest. At this age, Master, I don't have much time left to live. I'm tired of taking care of you all my life. The new member of Xuanbu is too capable, even Master may not be his opponent. , Let’s just stop dealing with her. If you can’t afford to offend her, you can hide away. If you can’t live in Haishi, just find another place. It’s better to be a well-rounded person.”

Qian Zheng waved his hand and asked everyone to leave after sighing.

He said that if he doesn't deal with Nan Xing anymore, he won't deal with Nan Xing anymore. If such ghosts are useless, there is no need for him to ask for trouble. There are more important things waiting for him to do now.

The seven disciples helped each other to stand up and retreat.

The guilt in their hearts at this moment prevented them from thinking about anything else.

But then, Qian Zhengzhen began to let them take some time off, and some of their disciples began to come in and out of here to take over their work.

No one thought about the short-term recuperation, but they panicked after the long-term recuperation. If they didn't follow Qian Zheng, they would lose their direction.

The eldest disciple couldn't fall asleep while lying on the bed. Maybe it's a common problem among old people. He got up in the middle of the night and stood beside the bed, his mind was in a mess and he didn't know what to think.

When he saw a figure quietly entering the villa, he frowned slightly.

Why did the master let this disciple come quietly? It was three o'clock in the middle of the night, when everyone was asleep. Did the master want to avoid them?

The eldest disciple's heart skipped a beat, and there were two voices in his mind that made him suffer.

One said don't doubt it, Master is doing it for your own good.

One of them said that he was doubtful again. Since he was scared, he should go and take a look quietly.

The eldest disciple was very confused. The words from the game half a month ago began to appear in his mind. You will die with your back to seven graves. At this age, the only graves he will visit are those seven, which are the graves of his relatives. .

Why not six or eight seats but seven seats?
He had been Qian Zheng's disciple for more than 40 years. Every year when he visited the grave, Qian Zheng would bring him good incense for him to worship. This was true, but the strength of Ri Nanxing really scared him.

After that day, Qian Zheng was obviously far away from them, and now he actually had to carry them on his back. Qian Zheng felt uncomfortable. He walked out of the door softly. He reassured himself that he was just going to see if the master needed service.

Qian Zheng's door was not closed tightly, as if to facilitate his eavesdropping.

There is no surveillance camera in the villa. Qian Zheng said that the surveillance camera is installed to prevent thieves. They are disciples and sons, so why install surveillance cameras in their own homes.

Everything happened so naturally. If the door was closed tightly, he wouldn't be able to hear it. If there was surveillance, he wouldn't eavesdrop.

The voice came out.

Qian Zheng's voice was deep: "Has everything been settled?"

"Master, don't worry, everything has been taken care of, and there is good news. It is said that three women have successfully conceived. In half a year, master will be able to hold his grandson."

Li Changsheng responded respectfully, with a sense of honor that he had been given a great life.

Qian Zheng heard the good news and nodded with satisfaction: "That unfilial son even changed his name, and became a monk and practiced Buddhism to cut off my Qian family's bloodline. Fortunately, my son was prepared when he was young, and now he has another way out."

"You work hard. In a few months, I will make you my disciple. Everything you want will come true." Qian Zheng looked at Li Changsheng. He was still young, flexible and ambitious. If the top disciple is gone, there must be a new top disciple to take over.

"Master, I don't dare to do that. While my senior brother is still alive, I don't dare to go beyond that."

Li Changsheng lowered his head and said humbly.

Qian Zheng pondered, then smiled: "You are smart, don't worry, of course you can't do it now, you will be able to do it when my seven grandchildren are born. This period is just a good time to exercise your abilities and make you flexible in future." Point, whatever they teach you, you will use it for life."

If Qian Jun hadn't died early, he wouldn't have only seven grandchildren!
To others, seven would be considered a lot, but to him, it is not much at all, very little.

In ancient times, none of the emperors or large families had dozens of children. The more children, the better, the more power they could build, and thus they would be stronger.

But now, we can only have these seven. If we want more children and grandchildren, we can only wait until they grow up to find more women.

"The apprentice respectfully obeys the teaching of the master."

Li Changsheng understood and didn't ask any more questions.

Qian Zheng waved his hand with satisfaction: "It's getting late, let's go back."

Only his direct disciples can stay in his villa. Li Changsheng and the others live in another villa. He doesn't like to use mobile phones, so important orders are delivered in person when called to him.

Li Changsheng responded enthusiastically, and when he went out, he took away the urinal next to him.

Qian Zheng's place continues the ancient rules, including spittoons and chamber pots. His disciples serve him in every detail, and he endows these services with nobility. Every disciple who can serve him will feel that this is a good thing. Such an honor.

Li Changsheng opened the door gently and went out and went downstairs.

When he passed by the second floor, he paused, then went downstairs with a quirk of his lips.

The eldest disciple watched Li Changsheng leave from the window, his mood was very complicated.

There are too many questions that I can’t figure out.

Nan Xing predicted that he would die within a month, and his master was certain that he would die in a few months.

And not only him, but all seven brothers will die. Why?Even if they are not in good health, it is impossible for everyone to die before and after.

Once the suspicion grows again, it will only grow at a doubling speed. It cannot be suppressed or stopped.

Early the next morning, the eldest disciple served Qian Zheng and finished his breakfast. He helped him go upstairs to his room and knelt in front of the bed. He said, "Master, this disciple has recovered. Please give me your instructions."

Qian Zheng looked at the gray-haired disciple. He pondered for a while, and then spoke: "You guys just can't be idle. It's so good to raise flowers and drink tea now. Why bother to work hard? The trauma of the oil pot hell before It’s not completely healed yet, it’s okay to rest more.”

The eldest disciple begged again: "Master, my body has recovered. It won't be too late to rest when I reach Master's age. Now that my sins have not been expiated, I don't want to rest."

"Sigh... ok, it's time to sweep the tomb this year. Let's collect incense. Then go back and sweep the tomb properly. She can take into account your self-blame and guilt, so she deliberately treats you like that. This person is, as long as If you die, you will have nothing. When everything is cleared up, you will have the honor to see them even if you die."

Qian Zheng sighed and waved his hand for the eldest disciple to go down.