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“Don’t be so serious.”
Zhao Qingmei waved her hand and said, “Although it’s a few days later than the time stated in your letter, you are finally here.”
An Jing, on the other hand, sized up the pedantic and old-fashioned old man in front of him. This was completely incompatible with the arrogant and dark Tan Yun.
In comparison, he preferred Tan Yun’s personality. This old-fashioned old man looked very serious.
“I went to visit some good friends, but I was a little late.” Li Fuzhou cupped his fists, then looked at An Jing beside him and asked, “Is this Mr. An Jing?”
An Jing also cupped his fists and smiled. “Nice to meet you.”
Li Fuzhou nodded but he frowned in his heart. He did not have any internal energy. If the Sect Master really took a liking to this person, it would be a great misfortune for the Demon Sect.
Just now, an ordinary local ruffian caused him to be in a dilemma. If he were to face the monsters in the martial world in the future, he would be scared out of his wits.
The two of them exchanged glances before looking away.
Zhao Qingmei smiled and said, “The dishes have already been prepared. Why don’t we have a meal first before continuing?”
“Yes, yes, yes. Third Master must be tired from the long journey.” An Jing nodded.
“I am used to working hard. This journey is nothing.”
Li Fuzhou noticed the look in Zhao Qingmei’s eyes and said calmly, “But it’s good to eat.”
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At the dining table, Tan Yun was like a quail, completely devoid of her usual vigor.
Lil Blackie was lying on the side of the basin, eating fresh soup and rice. His little tail kept wagging left and right, looking extremely happy.
Li Fuzhou sat upright on the chair. His expression was serious and he did not say a word.
The atmosphere was extremely different from the typical lively one.
“Where did you run off to just now?” An Jing asked, feeling bored.
“I went the wrong way,” said Tan Yun carefully looked at Li Fuzhou.
“How can you go the wrong way? Is this your first day in Yuzhou City?” An Jing raised his eyebrows and smiled.
In the past, if he said this, Tan Yun would definitely put down her chopsticks and argue back, but today, Tan Yun did not say anything.
“Woof woof! Woof woof!”
Lil Blackie seemed to have eaten his fill. He ran to Tan Yun’s feet and called out to her, as if he wanted Tan Yun to give him more food.
“Shut up!”
Li Fuzhou frowned and shouted at Lil Blackie, “Eat without speaking, sleep without speaking. This is the rule. Since we are in the same room, we have to follow the rules!”
“Woof!”
The little black man took a few steps back and lay on the ground, aggrieved.
Li Fuzhou actually taught a dog a lesson!…
An Jing blinked at the side and thought to himself: Is this old man being indirect?
After eating and drinking to their hearts’ content, Zhao Qingmei brought Li Fuzhou to the backyard.
An Jing looked at Tan Yun, who was studying medicine diligently. He looked outside curiously and asked, “Did the sun rise from the west?”
In the past, Tan Yun would bring Lil Blackie out to play after washing the dishes. Today, she was actually reading. How could this not be strange?
“I’m usually like this.” Tan Yun’s face sank.” Don’t slander me.”
An Jing walked to Tan Yun’s side and asked with a smile, “Looks like you’re very afraid of your Third Master? What’s his background?”
Anyway, An Jing did not like this Third Master.
It was obvious at a glance that he was old-fashioned, pedantic, a stone in a latrine, and he even hurt him with his words.
“Who said I’m afraid?”
Tan Yun frowned and whispered, “Who am I, Tan Yun, afraid of?”
A sinister smile appeared on An Jing’s face as he watched Tan Yun speak in the softest tone possible.
“Oh? Really? You’re not afraid of anyone.”
Hearing this, An Jing deliberately raised his voice.
“What are you doing?”
Tan Yun glared at An Jing and said, “Young master, you went to drink with Han Wenxin two days ago…”
An Jing would usually drink with Han Wenxin, but Zhao Qingmei would not let him drink with Han Wenxin, for fear that he would go to places like brothels.
“How did you know?” An Jing looked at Tan Yun in surprise.
Tan Yun said proudly, “When you left, you definitely brought the little pill for Han Wenxin. Also, every time you guys secretly talked to each other, I knew that although he always bragged about how fierce his needles were, I knew that he was bragging.”
“Cough, cough, cough.”
An Jing coughed dryly and said, “You can’t say that out loud. If word gets out, Han Wenxin won’t be able to get a wife in the future.”
Tan Yun was such a weird girl. He had to avoid her in the future. Every time he thought of her giving Han Wenxin soybean powder, his heart would turn cold.
“By the way, what did your Third Master do in the past? Tell me quickly.” An Jing thought of something and asked.
“He was a scholar. Later on, he said that studying and reasoning with others was useless, so he stopped studying.”
Tan Yun casually said this as she cursed in her heart: “Changing topics when you cannot continue your conversation.”
“No wonder. Do all scholars have to abide by so many rules?”
“He has many rules. I don’t know about the others.”
“An old antique.”
“Young master, you can’t say that.”
“What’s there to be afraid of? This is my house. I can’t speak. Don’t be afraid. Young master will protect you.”
“Seriously?”
After Tan Yun finished speaking, he looked towards the direction of the backyard and then took in a large amount of peace and quiet.
Who was Li Fuzhou? He was the Sect Leader of the Demon Sect and was the trusted aide of the previous Sect Master. Even the current Sect Master had to give him some face. If a small physician like him wanted to fight with him, he would probably suffer from broken bones…
“You still don’t believe me?” An Jing patted his chest and said, “I;m a reliable person. My words are more real than pearls.”
Tan Yun rolled her eyes. “Young master, the pearls in the house are fake.”
Anjing was speechless.
Tan Yun could not help but burst into laughter upon seeing An Jing’s hesitant expression.
Although young master was not capable, he could make people happy.
“Young master, your small body is still protecting me. Forget it.” Tan Yun sized up An Jing’s body.
“Are you looking down on me?” An Jing sneered. “Even your Miss doesn’t dare to look down on me.”
“I’m not looking down on you, sir. I just feel… how should I say it…” Tan Yun touched her braid, not knowing how to say it.
‘I, the Demon Sect’s Rakshasa, don’t need a small physician like you.’
“Third Master is a scholar, you won’t be able to beat him.” In the end, Tan Yun spoke from his heart.
In this world, scholars were the most detestable. They spoke of righteousness and morality, but used their sword to deal with you.
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“Alright, then Zhou Xianming is also a scholar. Maybe the two of them can get along.” An Jing paused and nodded.
After a long while, he stood up and walked outside.
“Young master, where are you going again?” Tan Yun asked when she saw An Jing’s back.
“Me? I’m going out to buy a few pounds of benevolence.”
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