The old Taoist received the task assigned by Xiao Feng and was about to leave when Xiao Feng suddenly stopped him again.
"Second Master, I want to give you a task, and it's quite urgent. No one can handle this task except you."
Ever since the old Taoist followed Xiao Feng and became the second master of the world view, Xiao Feng had always wanted to repay him. Unfortunately, Xiao Feng only asked him to take the blame for the "Cangjie Heavenly Book" once and go to Liujiazhuang to play tricks. He has never done anything serious.
Seeing Xiao Feng being entrusted with important tasks one after another today, I couldn't help but feel happy: "If you have anything to say, sir, just give me your orders. Why are you so polite to me?"
Xiao Feng smiled bitterly and said, "I want you to steal something for me."
The old Taoist suddenly turned into a bitter face and looked at Xiao Feng pitifully. What he probably meant was: Sir, are you redeeming my life just so that I can have sex for nothing in the future? You are so careless!
Xiao Feng didn't know that the old Taoist would rather chop off his hands than steal again. However, although he learned a few tricks from the old Taoist, he was still far from being a master thief and couldn't do it himself.
What's more, the other party must be extremely protective of the thing he wants to steal this time. Not to mention himself, even an experienced person doesn't know if he can successfully succeed!
Xiao Feng hardened his heart: "Last time, you helped Yan Shifan steal it! How come I can't do it anymore?"
Anyway, you have lost your virginity. Could it be that the monk can touch it but I cannot?
The old man was extremely aggrieved: "Yan Shifan threatened me with the children! Sir, you wouldn't threaten me with the children, right?"
Xiao Feng sighed, this is how honest people suffer! Always kidnapped by morality! He looked at the old man and nodded sincerely.
"I'm threatening you with children. If you steal this thing, many children will not have to die. If you don't steal, these children will die sooner or later."
After a pleasant negotiation with the old man - at least Xiao Feng was very happy - he went to visit Zhan Feiyun again.
Zhan Feiyun's injury was indeed serious. He was lying on the bed recuperating with chicken soup and medicine brought to him by the agents from the Criminal Department.
As soon as Xiao Feng walked into the room, Zhan Feiyun immediately opened his eyes alertly, and when he saw it was Xiao Feng, he quickly sat up.
"Mr. Xiao, why are you here? It's such a mess here, it makes me laugh. If you need anything, just call me."
Xiao Feng privately looked at this house. It had no yard, faced the street, and was very close to the Yamen of the Ministry of Justice. It was very convenient to go to work.
"Rent or buy?"
Zhan Feiyun smiled: "It's a rental. I don't have a family, so there is no need to buy it."
"The chicken soup is almost cold. Let's talk while you drink it."
Zhan Feiyun didn't hesitate, picked up the chicken soup, drank it in three sips, and put it down: "Sir, you came to me. Do you have something to give me?"
Xiao Feng looked at his hands: "Don't you take these gloves off when you sleep?"
Zhan Feiyun nodded: "I'm used to it, but it feels awkward to take it off. Fortunately, these gloves are very thin and breathable, so I can wash them directly when I wash my hands."
"If I remember correctly, you have fought against people from the White Lotus Sect three times in total. The first time was when the medicine seller was shooting arrows outside the city and was discovered by you and An Qingyue.
The second time was when you acted as a follower and rescued Qiu Luan during the peace talks. Yesterday was the third time when you rounded up the medicine seller. I didn't notice before that you worked hard these three times. "
Zhan Feiyun was stunned, lowered his head and said: "This is a humble duty, for the court, for the people, for..."
"The lay disciple who was beaten to death by the descendants of Daliao in the Shaolin Temple was your grandfather?"
Zhan Feiyun took a deep breath: "Sir, not many people know about this matter. I wonder where you learned about it?"
Xiao Feng recounted what happened at the World Viewpoint last night, and Zhan Feiyun raised his eyebrows, quite surprised.
"Your Excellency, you actually took back the black gold thread? I didn't expect Thousand Arms Tathagata to be very knowledgeable, and he also knew such secret things.
To be honest with you, the senior who fought against the descendants of the masters of Daliao was the uncle of humble staff. However, his gloves have been cut off, so these gloves were worn on humble hands. "
Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "Why did the incense break? Is it related to the White Lotus Sect?"
Zhan Feiyun smiled miserably and said, "Yes, a few years after that man broke off his arm and ran away, the Yuan Dynasty fell and Taizu ascended the throne. I thought the world was at peace, but who knew that the White Lotus Sect started to rebel again with great momentum.
At that time, my uncle's family was arrested by the White Lotus Sect, and no one came back. My uncle’s descendants buried the gloves in the yard, and my father later found them.
The Zhan family and the White Lotus Sect have been entangled in grudges for generations. They despised their jobs and followed the master wholeheartedly. It was also after they returned from the master's poisoning that they learned what happened to him and believed that the master would eradicate the White Lotus Sect. "
This was something that came from his heart. Xiao Feng thought about it and realized that it was true. Before he went out to fight, Zhan Feiyun was just polite to him, but he was not very supportive.
But after he came back from being poisoned, Zhan Feiyun was very active in all aspects, even supporting himself at the cost of offending Liu Tai. It turned out that the root cause was here.
Xiao Feng patted him on the shoulder: "How old are you? Why haven't you gotten married yet?"
"Bi Zhi is twenty-five years old. Since the death of my uncle and grandfather, my family has kept their names anonymous. Bei Zhi's surname is also that of my mother.
I don't know why the people of the White Lotus Sect are so vengeful. Although my uncle and grandfather were victorious, they were forced by the situation. That man broke his hand, and my uncle and grandfather also died.
But no matter what, I don't want to start a family, because my gloves are my identity and I can't hide it. I don't want my wife and children to live in fear with me. "
Xiao Feng nodded: "Looking at your usual energy, I thought you were thirty-five. Don't be so boring in the future and live a happy life."
You see Zhan Yu, An Qingyue, Zhang Wuxin and others are all of the same age, so they are much happier than you. "
An Qingyue was not happy. She was crying and smashing things in her house. An Si and his wife shook their heads and sighed, at a loss.
"Why don't you let me marry Senior Brother Zhang? Why! You all said it was okay before!"
An Sizheng said helplessly: "You also know what we said before. Zhang Wuxin was not like this at that time. He is now, well, what do you want dad to say?"
"I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, what's wrong with him now, he's still doing well now! His kung fu is even higher than before, do you know?"
"What's the use of his high kung fu? Look at how many children he made cry when he went out on the street! Do you know what people call him now? The God of Death! Is this a good name? Look at his Full of murderous intent!"
"What's wrong with the God of Killing? Wu Song is also the God of Killing! Isn't it good to be Wu Song? Is it better to be Wu Dalang?"
Water Margin was written at the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty. It was already quite popular at this time. When the wife heard that An Qingyue used such an inappropriate metaphor, she quickly sighed.
"You're such a crazy girl. You want to be Pan Jinlian, like Wu Songwu Dalang? Master, please step aside for a moment, and I'll have a few words with Xiaoyue."
An Si was sighing and going out. His wife even drove away the maid, and then she pulled An Qingyue to sit on the edge of the bed and asked in a low voice.
"Mom, let me tell you, it doesn't matter if a man is ugly or handsome. What really worries me is that people say that Zhang Wuxin now feels half human, half ghost, half yin and half yang. Mom is worried that, well, he is not good anymore."
Um? An Qingyue frowned and thought for a while before she understood what her mother was referring to. She couldn't help but want to refute her, but she didn't know how to refute her.
She doesn’t know whether Zhang Wuxin can do it! She has neither asked nor tried it! What did she say? She couldn't just lie to her mother and say, "Don't worry, I tried it, he can do it, right?" ap.
The issue reached a deadlock here, and An Qingyue and her mother were speechless until An Sizheng's flattering voice sounded from the front.
"Hey Master Xiao, what kind of wind brings you here? Please come in quickly, serve tea, serve tea!"
Xiao Feng smiled and said, "What kind of wind? Pillow wind. Xiaoxue told me last night that An Qingyue needed my help and insisted that I come to your house."
An Sizheng knew why Xiao Feng came as soon as he heard it. He really didn't want to offend Xiao Feng, but this matter was related to his daughter's lifelong happiness. As a father, he must hold on.
"Master Xiao, it's not that I'm a lowly official. Zhang Wuxin is a good boy, but he's like this, and I feel really unsure. Xiaoyue followed him, what if I regret it?"
Xiao Feng looked at An Sizheng and deeply understood his old father's worry. He gently patted An Sizheng on the shoulder.
"Lao An, it's a fact that Zhang Wuxin is full of murderous intent. He is a man who crawled back from hell, how could he not have murderous intent in him?
But is murderous intent dangerous? Is it safe without murderous intent? Look at whether I have murderous intent. I'm afraid I've killed as many people as Zhang Wuxin. "
An Si was shivering. Xiao Feng's words sounded sincere, but why was there a chill in his face?
"What the adults said is true. It's just that Zhang Wuxin is like a piece of wood and Xiaoyue has such a fiery personality. I'm afraid that their personalities won't get along in the future and they won't have anything to say."
Xiao Feng shook his head helplessly: "Lao An, you have some misunderstandings about Zhang Wuxin. If you are free, come and stay at my house for two days.
Do you know that now that Zhang Wuxin and your daughter talk, we all want to cover our ears and run away?
I can guarantee that the most touching and shameful words you and your wife have ever said in your life will not compare to their everyday earthy love words! Are you still worried that they will have nothing to say in the future? "
An Sizheng was speechless. At this time, An Qingyue lowered her head and walked out with her mother. Mrs. An greeted Xiao Feng and spoke gracefully, completely ignoring An Qingyue's blushing face and pulling hard. He held her hand, almost crying.
"Master Xiao, my master respects you like a god, and Xiaoyue has always treated you as a relative. I believe you will not only care about your brotherly relationship with Zhang Wuxin, but ignore Xiaoyue's happiness."
Xiao Feng nodded, everything you said is right, but it is a bit too much to say that An Qingyue has always treated me as a relative. Even if he is a relative, at most he feels like an ex-brother-in-law, and he will curse a few times when he thinks about it.
"So the master and I want to ask Xiaoyue something that she can't ask. Can Zhang Wuxin be the son-in-law to continue the family relationship between the Zhang family and the An family?"
If you are a stupid person, the focus of listening to this at this time must be the son-in-law who comes to the door, either to express his position for others, or to turn around and go back to ask him if he wants to do it.
But is Xiao Feng that kind of stupid person? He accurately heard the emphasis of Mrs. An's logic. Whether he can be her son-in-law, pay attention to "can", not "willing".
Generally speaking, when asking someone about becoming a son-in-law, you should ask them "if they are willing" rather than "can they". The word "can" used here may seem slightly inappropriate, but it has far-reaching meaning.
In particular, Mrs. An was worried that Xiao Feng was not smart enough, and she specifically added at the end that she would continue the family relationship between the Zhang family and the An family. The meaning was very clear. The son-in-law who came to the house was not the key point, but continuing the relationship between the two families was the key point!
So, can Zhang Wuxin do it? Xiao Feng also fell into deep thought.
Although he had taken off Zhang Wuxin's clothes before after drinking medicine, he would not have any experience to judge Zhang Wuxin's ability. What's more, Zhang Wuxin was still a complete handsome guy at that time, but now he is half withered and half prosperous.
But this matter could not trouble Xiao Feng. He smiled at Mrs. An and said, "I will give you a definite answer to this matter tomorrow."
On the way home, An Qingyue's face was as red as a big apple that was not widely known at this time. She wanted to ask Xiao Feng several times how to help her, but she always couldn't open her mouth.
This bastard always stuns people with his work. Could he want to get married to Zhang Wuxin tonight? No, right? Wouldn't that be a sneak attack on your parents?
But then again, he himself has been sneak-attacked several times, and now he wants to follow the same example and sneak-attack others, which seems to be understandable.
But she wasn't ready yet. Xiaoxue even said she wanted to teach her a few moves, but she just talked about it without practicing it, which made people seriously doubt that she might even know it...
An Qingyue's fierce psychological struggle came to an abrupt end at the door of her home, and Xiao Feng waved to Zhang Wuxin, who was practicing swordplay crazily on the playground alone because of the loss of Yu Dayou.
"Wu Xin, I have to go to Chunyan Tower to do some errands. Please accompany me there.
. An Qingyue looks after the house, so she needs to have a master at home to feel at ease. "
An Qingyue nodded belatedly and was quite smug about being recognized as a master. When Xiao Feng and Zhang Wuxin were far away, they suddenly jumped up.
"Xiao Feng, you big bastard! I will kill you!"
(Additional update today)
