Chapter 52 A son-in-law who comes to your door?

Wang Zhijin was a little embarrassed. Although he was a little eager to try, he still said firmly: "Junior sister, I can do it myself. It doesn't have to be so troublesome."

Cheng Yaojia said in one breath: "Brother, do you dislike me? You saved me and I have nothing to repay. Can't I do this little thing?"

This is embarrassing, why is it brought to the subject of dislike?

"Junior sister, I won't dislike you. It's just that I'm used to it in Quanzhen and don't like others to help me wash up."

"It's okay, I just want to wash your hair and wipe your face, nothing more. Just sit down."

Wang Zhijin hasn't washed his hair for several days. In ancient times, especially with long hair, it was very difficult to wash hair. Even Huang Rong didn't wash her hair every day, let alone men.

Wang Zhijin had been sleeping in the open air all the way. Like last night, he spent the night outdoors. His hair had not been washed for seven or eight days.

"Junior sister, I will do it myself,"

"Brother, you really dislike me." Cheng Yaojia's eyes were filled with tears as he said this, as if a dam had burst.

"Uh! Okay! Then I'll trouble Junior Sister."

Wang Zhijin was helpless and very nervous. In his previous life, he was a rich second generation and had eaten meat. Now, in the world, seventeen years have passed and it is almost eighteen years, which is the age when he is full of enthusiasm.

I can only recite silently in my heart, "If your heart is as clear as ice, you won't be surprised if the sky falls..."

The two maids had already placed the wooden basin on the shelf and adjusted the water temperature. "Brother, move forward."

"Senior brother, you are too tall,"

"sorry."

…

Wang Zhijin is six feet tall and 1.88 meters tall. Sitting there, Cheng Yaojia belongs to Jiangnan Xiaojiabiyu. Although he is taller than others in martial arts, he is only about 1.63.

When I was washing Wang Zhijin, I was almost touching him. Not only was Wang Zhijin intolerable, but Cheng Yaojia himself was also so red that he was about to bleed.

After finally washing it, Cheng Yaojia wiped it over and over again with a silk scarf.

"Junior sister, let me use my inner strength to dry it,"

Wang Zhijin felt that it was better to end it as soon as possible, otherwise he would really break the habit.

As he said this, Wang Zhijin used his kung fu to dry his hair. It was as hot as Zhang Wuji's body in the Qiankun Qi Bag, and it was dry in just a few minutes.

"Senior brother has such strong internal strength. Let me help him comb his hair. What I'm best at is that I often comb my father's hair."

"I'll do it myself,"

"No, I'll help you!"

This ambiguous washing process ended at noon, and Wang Zhijin's Taoist robe had been taken out for washing by Cheng Yaojia.

What he is currently wearing is his father's. Of course, when he was young, it was still made of fine silk and satin.

Although it feels a bit small, it's not out of place.

"Xiao Bi, you go to a tailor shop to customize a suit, no more than three, and use the best materials."

"Junior sister, you won't give it to me, right? I'm a Taoist priest and wear Taoist robes."

"Senior brother, you haven't replied to Quanzhen, haven't you? Your clothes are too conspicuous. It will be inconvenient for you to travel around the world, so you should change your clothes."

…

At this time, a servant ran over and said, "Miss, I have been sent by the master to invite Mr. Wang to a banquet."

Cheng Yaojia was not happy, "What Taoist Wang, he is my senior brother, you call him Mr. Wang."

"Junior sister, this layman is right," Wang Zhijin said,

"No, I have the final say in my family, and you don't need to be a layman. You and I, my senior fellow apprentices, can just treat each other as if they were in our own home."

Then Cheng Yaojia took Wang Zhijin to the hall for the banquet. The table was very small, just an Eight Immortals table. There were no outsiders.

There are only Cheng's father, Cheng's mother and Cheng Yaojia.

This meal was extremely embarrassing. Wang Zhijin felt as if he was facing his father-in-law and mother-in-law for the first time. He could not sit still.

They asked various questions like a household registration check. They seemed to know that Wang Zhijin was a Taoist priest, but they didn't say anything else. They just looked at Wang Zhijin like a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law.

After the meal, Wang Zhijin agreed to Cheng Yaojia and asked Wang Zhijin to stay for a while to teach her in the name of "the master has been away for many years and there is no one to teach her about martial arts."

Wang Zhijin thought to himself that Guo Jing would have to go to Peach Blossom Island in a month. There was no need for him to follow Guo Jing as a light bulb. He might as well stay in the Cheng family. (In fact, he was corrupted by today's corrupt life and did not want to leave.)

Cheng Yaojia was overjoyed and looked impatient.

When we arrived at the backyard, guests were not allowed to enter the backyard. However, neither Cheng Yaojia nor Cheng's father and mother seemed to notice, and allowed Wang Zhijin to enter.

"Senior brother, shall we start practicing swordsmanship now?" Cheng Yaojia asked.

Wang Zhijin shook his head: "Junior sister, I still have to go outside to find Brother Guo Jing and the others. I was originally going to Niujia Village, but now that my plan has changed, I still have to tell them."

Cheng Yaojia nodded and immediately said: "Senior brother said that I also thanked the seniors of the Beggar Clan for their help last night, and I should also say thank you.

I'll go prepare a thank you gift, you can come with me."

Wang Zhijin nodded, "Okay, that's it."

Not long after, Cheng's father prepared three thousand taels of silver and sent more than twenty servants to follow him to thank him. He did not show up in person, and seemed to have left the matter to Wang Zhijin, not treating him as an outsider at all.

Baoying of the Beggar Clan lives in an abandoned house in the city. Hundreds of beggars have gathered here, but there are only dozens of Three-Bag disciples or above who can stay there permanently.

When he saw the people coming, he immediately invited them in. Hong Qigong and the others happened to be there too.

"I've met Senior Hong!"

At this time, Hong Qigong was holding a roast duck and was munching on it. They didn't have anything to eat, so they ate what they had, and when they didn't, they were hungry.

"Haha, the little Taoist priest is here, but it's a pity that he's late. We've finished eating. Oh, why is there so much silver? The old beggar has never seen so much silver."

Wang Zhijin said: "Senior Hong, this is Uncle Cheng's wish. It was thanks to all the heroes last night."

At this time, Li Sheng came out. He was the elder of the Beggar Clan. He said with a red face: "Master Wang, what are you doing? Isn't it embarrassing for me? We didn't help at all last night. What's wrong with Taoist Master's martial arts?"

Maybe something happens to the eldest lady of the Cheng family.

Besides, if we lose, it’s up to you, Mr. Wang, to get back some face, so you should take back the money as soon as possible.”

Hong Qigong glanced at Li Sheng, "Well said, Li Sheng, I feel more and more relieved about your work. It's a pity that your martial arts skills are poor, otherwise I would train you well."

Little Taoist, that's not right. If you don't wear Taoist robes, have you returned to the secular world? Then, Young Master Wang, please bring the money back quickly. If you have any leftovers in the future, just reward us. It would be better to reward us with a few pennies occasionally.

What do we need the money for?"

Wang Zhijin was a little embarrassed: "Senior and junior's clothes were washed by junior sister, and those who have no replacement can only wear this.

I think I still have money, so I can beg for food during the week, and buy some clothes and medicine in winter. It’s not easy for a beggar to live.”
Chapter completed!