"Interesting." Jiang Wang smiled.
"Are you going?" Ling He asked.
"Why don't you go?" Jiang Wang turned to An An and said, "How about I take you to eat and drink?"
Jiang Anan nodded her little head seriously.
Ling He then arranged his clothes and took the sword with him.
"Hey!" Jiang Wang stopped him: "You don't have to follow, it's not like we're going to fight."
Meeting Ling He's eyes, Jiang Wang added: "Don't worry, the Fang family is not that stupid."
Ling He thought about it and felt it made sense, so he put the sword down again and sat down cross-legged. For him, if there is nothing else, he can practice all day long.
Cultivation has its own world, and it is a joy to practice.
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On the way to Wangyue Tower, An An suddenly raised his head and asked, "Are the Fang family bad people?"
"Oh?" Jiang Wang looked at her with interest: "Why do you say that?"
"I think even Brother Linghe wants to beat them." Jiang Anan said.
Jiang Wang laughed.
With a personality like Ling He's, it was indeed difficult to show hostility to anyone.
"Then we won't go to eat." Jiang Anan said again.
"That's not possible. You have to eat, and you have to eat with style and level." Jiang Wang said deliberately: "By making bad people poor, we are doing good deeds. Do you understand?"
Jiang Anan bit her thumb and nodded thoughtfully.
"Snapped!"
"Don't bite your fingers!"
There is a Wangjiang Tower in Wangjiang City, which is very tall and famous far and wide. The similarly named Wangyue Tower in Maplewood City pales in comparison.
This building is not high, only three floors. But the name "Wang Yue" is inevitably inconsistent with the name and only makes people laugh.
But the food in this building is rarely good. Therefore, business has always been booming in Maplewood City.
Jiang Wang walked into Wangyue Tower with Jiang An'an in his arms, and was led directly to the private room by the servants of the Fang family.
A middle-aged man with a calm temperament and an elegant face stood up and greeted him: "Good nephew!"
His eyes fell on An An, and his smile became more friendly: "Is this your sister? She's so cute."
Jiang Wang had met Fang Zehou. As early as when he and Fang Pengju were close, Fang Zehou had invited them to dinner more than once. At that time, Fang Zehou still looked very protective of his nephew and had high hopes for him. After Fang Pengju died, no one from the Fang family was willing to bury him because he died in a disgraceful manner.
Jiang Wang didn't want to be his nephew, so he greeted him: "Hello, Chief Fang."
"Not yet, not yet." Fang Zehou smiled, then waved, took a string of gold beads from the servant, and handed it to Jiang An'an: "This is the first time we meet, uncle will give you a gift!"
Jiang Anan turned away and buried her face in Jiang Wang's arms. In her little mind, she had already decided that this was a bad person, and she even refused to say anything to him.
Jiang Wang put Jiang An'an in front of the table and sat down, and said: "Little girl, don't be offended. Forget the gift. You might as well tell me directly, why did you invite me to meet this time?"
Fang Zehou donated a Yuanwailang, a serious man with an official position. This sound is not out of the ordinary.
"I'm not busy, I'm not busy." Fang Zehou showed no embarrassment on his face, waving his hands for his servants to put away the string of golden beads, and then said: "First try the signature dish here, lotus leaf chicken."
Jiang An'an had long made up her mind to eat the poor guy, and she was about to take action, but Jiang Wang held her down. Jiang Wang stretched out his chopsticks and tasted every dish on the table one by one. After thinking about it for a while, he selected a few dishes and placed them in front of An An.
"Brother has tried it for you. These dishes taste the best."
Jiang Anan wanted to complain, but the aroma of lotus leaf chicken penetrated her nose. Now she had no time to complain, so she stretched out her hand and tore off a chicken leg and started to chew on it.
Fang Zehou always smiled kindly, as if he didn't notice Jiang Wang's caution at all.
"The relationship between brother and sister is so good." He praised.
"Let's just make do with it." Jiang Wang said casually.
Jiang Anan glared at him angrily, but was too busy to move her mouth, so she took another bite of the chicken wing bitterly.
Jiang Wang didn't take it seriously, and then asked: "I wonder if the officer is looking for me this time..."
Fang Zehou suddenly sighed and his face became heavy: "For Pengju's matter, our Fang family owes you an apology."
When Fang Pengju was involved, Jiang Wang had to become serious. No matter what happened, Fang Pengju was dead, so the grudges were settled. He didn't want to, and there was no need to pursue Fang Pengju's spiritual place after his death.
"It's all over." Jiang Wang said.
"Although my nephew said this, our Fang family can't help but express our feelings." Fang Zehou pushed a small box on the table: "Here are a hundred taels of red gold to express my apology."
"He himself has taken responsibility for Fang Pengju's matter." Jiang Wang was not in the mood to practice Tai Chi anymore. He didn't even look at the box of gold. "If you have anything to say, just tell me."
Fang Zehou nodded, "Pengju was once the hope of our Fang family, and his future was limitless. He was killed by you in a fight to the death. Although you brought it upon yourself, our Fang family didn't cause you any trouble because of it, right?"
"Yes." This was a fact, and Jiang Wang didn't need to deny it.
"Now, uncle has something to ask of you."
Jiang Wang looked at him and motioned for him to continue.
Fang Zehou said: "After Pengju's death, the next generation of young people in our Fang family will be the only one who can be regarded as worthy of development. I can only deal with my grief and put all my care for Pengju on Heling." He is also very ambitious, practices very hard, and even surpasses you in cultivation. But..."
Jiang Wang raised his eyebrows, knowing that the drama was coming.
"In the previous battle with you, his confidence was shattered and his whole body collapsed. He locked himself in the room and drank all day long to drown his sorrows. If things go on like this, I'm worried that he... will become a useless person." At this point, Even an old fox like Fang Zehou's voice was trembling.
After all, he was his only legitimate son.
"So?" Jiang Wang asked.
"This is a bit hard to say." Fang Ze said honestly: "But uncle still shamelessly hopes that you can go and admit his mistake to He Ling, saying that you used...disgraceful means in the duel, and help him regain his confidence. .”
Jiang Wang almost wanted to laugh, "How can I recognize something I haven't done?"
"Don't admit it in vain, don't admit it in vain!" Fang Zehou said repeatedly: "After the matter is completed, in addition to this box of red gold, I will also have a hundred taels of red gold to send! You just pretended to lower your head..."
Jiang Wang tapped the box of gold with his fingers and actually laughed: "The Fang family has also produced practitioners. I remember that Mr. Fang was an eighth-grade Zhoutian realm monk? What do these so-called gold and silver mean to practitioners? Does it make sense?”
He pressed his fingers on the small box and gently pushed it back.
Fang Zehou immediately took out another small brocade box from his arms, opened it carefully, and placed it in front of Jiang Wang.
The Dao Yuan fluctuations in the brocade box caught Jiang Wang's attention almost instantly.
"Here is a Daoyuan stone. I think it is meaningful to practitioners." Fang Zehou acted sincerely, "Just lower your head a little, and it will be yours."
This Dao Yuan Stone certainly has meaning! Compared with ordinary gold and silver jewelry, Daoyuan Stone is the hard currency for practitioners. It can not only assist practice, but can also be used to replenish consumption at any time. Moreover, the Dao Yuan Stone in front of me has never been used, is of full weight, and contains a full hundred Dao Yuan.
For Jiang Wang, as long as he absorbs this Dao Yuan Stone, he will reach the foundation standard almost immediately!
He finally knew why Fang Heling was able to lay the foundation stone so quickly, and was even close to completing the Small Zhoutian Cycle.
However, Jiang Wang just closed the box lightly, "Maybe it's as you said, my bow is not worth a penny."
He pushed the brocade box back, "But Fang Heling doesn't deserve it."
He was the one who was constantly being provoked, and he was the one who was forced to fight. Where did he get the reason to apologize? If you lose and collapse, who is to blame? Is it true that the weak are naturally just, and that you are justified if you are weak?
The Daoyuan Stone is very important, but the principle is even more important.
"Not only for yourself, but also for your sister." Fang Zehou said slowly: "Is she still studying in a private school?"
At this time, Jiang An'an was still firing her bows left and right, engrossed in eating until her mouth was full of oil. I don’t know what the adults are talking about.
Jiang Wang's eyes suddenly tightened, and for the first time he had such clear and unreserved killing intent.
Fang Zehou reluctantly looked at him directly, and actually had the urge to jump out of the window and escape. Only then did he realize that the young man in front of him was completely different from his son. He was definitely not a fragile seedling raised in a greenhouse. Rather, they are young beasts who have gone through ups and downs and are struggling to survive!
"Hahahaha." Jiang Wang suddenly laughed a few times, stood up and picked up Jiang An'an: "I won't eat anymore, let's go home."
No matter what he thinks in his heart, he will not fight bravely in front of Jiang Anan, nor will he put Jiang Anan in danger.
"Woo... Wu..." Jiang Anan swallowed the meat in his mouth with difficulty. He was already on top of Jiang Wang, but his eyes were still staring at the dishes on the table.
"Count me in...please!" Fang Zehou said behind him.
But Jiang Wang had already pushed out the door with his sister in his arms without stopping.
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