Jiang Wang sneaked back to Lingxiao Pavilion.
The whole process is very secretive.
There was a mask on his face and his body was wrapped tightly.
If he hadn't written a letter to Ye Qingyu in advance, he would have been kicked out by the power of protecting the sect of Lingxiao Pavilion, and there would be no possibility of sneaking into the secret place.
Of course, Ye Qingyu gave him a rare look on his face. He was cold-faced the entire time he was taken to Lingxiao's secret place.
Jiang Wang didn't know that Ye Qingyu thought he was dead for a while.
But he knew that his relatives and friends would inevitably be worried if he disappeared for no reason.
He is not the kind of person who is extremely self-centered and does not feel that he deserves unlimited tolerance from his relatives and friends just because he narrowly escaped death. Especially since he didn't tell anyone about his actions from beginning to end.
"Eh, that..."
Jiang Wang tried to liven up the atmosphere, and his voice was a little dull through the mask: "The scenery is so beautiful!"
Ye Qingyu led the way and did not respond.
There is really nothing to respond to.
She had grown up here since she was a child, and every plant and plant was extremely familiar to her. Did she still need Jiang Wang to tell her what the scenery was like here?
"Fellow Taoist, please be careful, the steps ahead are very steep!" Jiang Wang took the initiative to show concern.
Ye Qingyu:......
We are all monks with magical powers. Am I going to be unable to walk up a flight of stairs?
She said angrily: "You should think about how to explain to An An later! She has been crying for several days!"
"Ah, yes." Jiang Wang said a little guiltily: "I should explain it properly."
Immediately he gained some confidence: "But I have made preparations."
I only prepared to explain it to Jiang Anan when I co-authored it, right? The letter Yunhe sent me just said, "Fellow Taoist, come and pick me up"?
Ye Qingyu's face turned cold again and he quickened his pace.
Jiang Wanghun didn't know what went wrong, so he could only keep up.
Considering that Jiang Wang wanted to hide his whereabouts, Ye Qingyu deliberately took him through a secret path, avoiding other disciples in the pavilion, and came to Jiang Anan's room.
At that time, Xiao Anan was copybooking, sitting upright in front of the desk, holding the brush neatly, and writing in a precise manner - Jiang Wang had bought too many for her at once.
"An'an!" Ye Qingyu showed a bright smile: "Look who is coming!"
Xiao Anan turned around when he heard the sound and recognized Jiang Wang next to Ye Qingyu at a glance, even though he was wrapped so tightly and heavy.
As soon as she pursed her lips, she started to shed tears.
"The cutest Jiang An'an in the world, look what this is!" Jiang Wang hurried forward, flicked the pen and ink she was practicing on, and displayed each piece of delicious food like a magic trick.
There are gold paper pig's trotters, fried crispy bamboo cakes, green woven noodles, Yunxiao cakes... and a steaming can of wild goose soup.
"These are the New Year's gifts prepared by my brother for you. I bought them in Weiguo. The journey was too far and I got lost, so I'm late!"
After Ku Jue left, he thought about it and decided to go back to Lingxiao Pavilion. No matter where he was going next, he had to have a good talk with An An. Her little heart was actually sensitive and fragile, and she would definitely be sad if she passed away like this silently.
Moreover, after Zhuang Gaoxian and Du Ruhui failed in their pursuit this time, as long as he did not attempt to die in Zhuang Kingdom, he would actually be safe in the Western Territory. It is impossible for a country leader and a country prime minister to do nothing all day long, just waiting to kill him.
The country closest to the barren mountain where Monk Kujue beat him was Weiguo. He then made a special trip to Weiguo, asked many locals, and carefully put together a table of special delicacies.
When getting along with Jiang Anan, the biggest weapon he has is eating.
Jiang An'an blinked her eyes, and her long eyelashes clipped off a teardrop that was about to fall, like a stream of broken jade.
Jiang Wang felt his hand being held by a soft little hand.
"Are you afraid when you get lost?" Jiang Anan looked at him and asked seriously.
Jiang Wang was stunned.
He just made up a random excuse, saying that he was lost. A magical inner-fu cultivator getting lost is as ridiculous as a magical inner-fu cultivator having trouble walking up the stairs.
Probably only children would believe it.
Probably only Jiang An'an would always give him the purest care.
"Yes, a little." Jiang Wang said with a forced smile.
"Don't be afraid anymore. When you get lost, I will look for you!" Jiang Anan nodded, as if to emphasize his reliability.
Ye Qingyu said warmly: "I can testify that I have been looking for An An for several days. She is really the best sister in the world!"
There is infinite tenderness in Jiang Wang's heart, and he can hide his vulnerability under the mask.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, let's eat together." He spread out the bowls and chopsticks as an invitation.
Ye Qingyu quickly put away the softness on his face, glanced at him, and said coldly: "I still have something to do, let's go."
After that, he turned around and left.
They have completely different attitudes towards Jiang Anan and towards Jiang Wang.
Jiang Wang was confused. While helping Jiang Anan dismantle the gold paper pig trotters, he asked: "What happened to her?"
The little Jiang Anan was really not a reliable solver, but he had no one else to ask at this time.
"I'm not happy." Jiang Anan ate the glutinous pig's trotters.
Jiang Wang helped her remove all the bones, and she only had to deal with the smooth but not greasy flesh and soft tendons.
He said vaguely: "When you treat me badly, I will be unhappy."
"Alas." Jiang Wang sighed: "It seems that Pavilion Master Ye really doesn't care enough about his daughter. He is probably busy with the affairs of the pavilion and cannot be as kind to you as I am. Unfortunately, he is an elder, and it is not convenient for me to say anything."
Jiang Anan glanced at him inexplicably, her mouth bulging: "Uncle Ye is very good to Sister Qingyu! She seems to be unhappy when she sees you?"
"Ah, really?" Jiang Wang realized later.
Jiang Anan took a sip of hot soup and nodded heavily: "Look, she left as soon as you spoke."
Jiang Wang absentmindedly fiddled with a piece of fried bamboo cake, letting the fragrance linger on his nose.
"That's not right. I didn't offend her, did I?" he asked doubtfully.
"Then I don't know." Jiang Anan shrugged like a young adult and took another big mouthful of green woven noodles.
This noodle is made from Weiguo's unique peppercorn wheat. It is green in color, spicy and refreshing.
An idea flashed in Jiang Wang's mind. Suddenly it occurred to him that he had not paid back the Dao Yuan Stone he owed Ye Qingyu. He has stated many times that he will definitely repay the resources Lingxiao Pavilion invested in Jiang Anan. But money is something that is spent too quickly. In order to buy a squirrel box for An An, I almost emptied my entire family again...
No wonder Ye Qingyu is in a bad mood! She must be afraid that she will forget the debt and be embarrassed to say it!
Thinking of this, Jiang Wang already understood what he should do.
Jiang An'an didn't know what his brother was thinking. While eating noodles, he looked at the fried bamboo cake he was playing with: "Brother, do you want to eat this?"
"Oh, I've already eaten. You can eat it." Jiang Wang handed the bamboo cake to her.
Jiang Anan took it, took a bite happily, and asked smoothly, "Why are you still wearing a mask?"
Jiang Wang touched his nose.
If it was to hide his whereabouts, now in Jiang Anan's small room, he no longer had to cover up.
But how could he have the nerve to let his sister see his bruised nose and face?
The old monk Ku Jue's attack was very damaging. He did not cause any real injuries to Jiang Wang, but also left bruises that could not be easily removed.
With Jiang Wang's current strength, it will take more effort and more time to solve the small tricks left by a real person in this world...
"I'm making a game."
Jiang Wang said very seriously: "Mask game. See who can wear the mask for a long time. You are not allowed to take it off at any time. I am going to wear it for at least a month and win the first place!"
"what the hell."
Jiang Anan wrinkled her nose in disgust: "That doesn't sound fun at all."
"All right……"
Jiang Wang sighed silently.
She must have been clamoring to play with her before.
The child has grown up.
The cultivation level of coaxing children is about to fall behind.
