Seeing that he had nodded to accept his apprentice, shopkeeper Fang reluctantly entrusted his youngest son into Jiang Wen's hands, then sat down and drank tea with satisfaction, waiting for the rain to pass and the sky to clear up.
But the rain outside the tea house was getting heavier and heavier, and the tea flag with the words "Shanquan Sencha" could no longer flutter. I could only stick to the flagpole like a dead fish, looking up at the falling rain curtain in the Wuyi Kong Valley, and listening to the rain falling on the bamboo. There are soft sounds among the leaves.
"Now that the matter of Little Stone has been resolved..."
Jiang Wen adjusted his Taoist uniform and tried his best to look like a master of the sect. He said to a separate table in the teahouse, "Why don't you also consider it and worship me as your master together?"
"don't want!"
A voice was clear and ethereal, like a spiritual bird in the mountains.
Looking again, there was a five or six-year-old girl sitting there, with a round face and white and pink skin. She was pouting her lips, her eyes were dark and bright, and she looked very alert.
"You smiled very treacherously just now, I saw it!"
Jiang Wen was a little embarrassed, "Ahem, little girl, what are you talking about? How can I laugh?" "
But shopkeeper Fang didn't pay attention to the flaw in his words. Instead, he looked at the little girl with envy and asked, "Whose child is this? How come he is so beautiful?"
After saying that, I glanced at my son with regret. He also looked six or seven years old. He was a pink and jade figure who looked like a man in a painting. It’s really hard to put into words how stupid and lifeless my son is...
Jiang Wen opened his mouth and explained: "This is the child I rescued two days ago when I was out doing justice."
"No wonder Jiang Dao has been missing for several days."
Shopkeeper Fang wanted to imitate the people in the world and praise him, but he looked particularly funny because of his fat body shape.
The little girl said unhappily: "Who wants you to save?"
Jiang Wen was very happy: "Then I will send you back now, do you believe it?"
The little girl curled her lips again and lowered her head silently.
Jiang Wen comforted him: "It's not convenient for girls to travel around the world, but your situation is different and there is no other way to go. Don't use your old name. I'll give you a new name. It will be safe when you go out."
When it comes to heroines traveling around the world, that's too troublesome. You can't just sleep in a ruined temple like a rough guy, and you have to wash up and take care of your appearance every now and then.
To put it bluntly, even if you go to the city with your senior brothers to do business, you have to open two separate rooms for men and women. It is not easy to reimburse the invoice for excess expenses when you go back. In short, it is very troublesome.
He thought for a while: "Girls are easy to suffer when traveling in the world, so they have to take advantage first!"
Shopkeeper Fang's face jumped when he heard this. Could a martial arts master say this? I usually don't speak so straightforwardly to the clerks in the store.
"I won't change your surname to Fu. I'm too embarrassed to give you a surname. I once followed a comic called Young Bee, so you can change your name to Nendie!"
The word "die" is soft, and the word "nen" is also euphemistic. When I go out, people call me "Nendie"! Sounds so popular!
The little girl covered her ears and fluttered her little feet, unable to reach the ground. "What a vulgar name is this! I won't agree to it!"
"Are you dissatisfied? It's really not polite. It's understandable that children are thin-skinned..."
Jiang Wen thought about it and said, "Then use an honorific and call me Ningdie? You should be satisfied this time, right?"
This time, when you tell me your name, I am your father. I am neither humble nor arrogant, and I have such an imposing manner that even the elders in the martial arts world will shun you.
The little girl who was forced to change her name to Fu Ningdie flushed with anxiety, obviously unable to accept such an inappropriate name.
But Jiang Wen said before she could refuse: "It's okay if you don't want to. Since ancient times, you have to give your life to save someone's life. I don't have much interest in alchemy, but my great apprentice is just right!"
After finishing speaking, Jiang Wen said to the other shopkeeper, half discussing and half jokingly, "Shopkeeper, how about letting the little girl be a child bride for Xiao Shitou? Your family doesn't lack a pair of chopsticks, right?"
Shopkeeper Fang's fat face was full of smiles: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. How much can the little girl eat?"
Hearing this, the little girl glanced at the short little stone next to her with an expression like a swamp king, and completely collapsed.
Her eyes instantly turned red and tears filled her eyes. Finally, she could no longer maintain the aloofness of a little adult, so she lay on the table and cried.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
During the previous commotion, most of the people in the teahouse had left. At this time, except for shopkeeper Fang and a few servants, only the father and son at the outermost table were left, drinking tea quietly until the water ran out. Just add more without saying a word.
However, the son looked at the stove from time to time and smelled the aroma of tea and boiled eggs, and suddenly swallowed lightly.
Seeing that the little girl named Fu Ningdie finally gave in, Jiang Wen no longer bullied others and smiled at the father and son watching the fun next to him: "Your Majesty, I'm telling you a joke."
The father was carrying a gray cloth bag and was dressed in gray clothes, which made him look even more dusty. However, he had a pair of sword-shaped brows that were so sinister that he was not easy to mess with at first glance.
He said to Jiang Wen expressionlessly: "Taoist Priest, you seem to be very interested in me just now?"
"I really don't see many customers like you two who spend a penny to drink tea for an hour and refill two large pots of water."
Is it okay to refuse to accept such an iron bladder?
After Jiang Wen finished his slander, he laughed and pointed at the child beside him, "Speaking of interest... it should be your son who is interested in this incompetent female disciple of mine."
After hearing this, Fu Ningdie pretended to cry, lowered her face and blinked at her father and son for help. She quickly lowered her head and pretended that nothing happened.
The reason why we can judge that the relationship between these two people is that of father and son is because although the two people are older and younger, their body shape, demeanor, and poker face expression are exactly the same, just like they were copied and pasted. Not to mention that their jaws and wrists are obviously calloused, which is definitely not what they can have.
As soon as Jiang Wen said these words, he had already used his martial arts skills to remind the other party that since he was discovered here, he should tell his name and purpose, and whether the two sides were enemies or friends.
The face of the child, who looked about ten years old, moved slightly, and he turned to look at his father thoughtfully.
My father whispered: "Don't act out of emotion."
After saying that, he stood up and said to Jiang Wen, "Taoist Priest, we've been disturbing you so much. Now that the rain has eased, it's time to leave."
After saying that, he took the lead in holding up the broken umbrella and walked into the still pouring rain.
This is to show that it is not convenient for him to reveal his whereabouts, but he is definitely not malicious. He hopes that the other party will stop asking him - if he continues to ask, he will have to turn against him.
When Jiang Wen saw that the other party didn't speak, he sighed, opened the drawer from the tea room's water-burning stove, randomly wrapped two taro and glutinous rice cakes in banana leaves, followed up and stuffed them into his son's hands.
"Just drinking tea is for digestion, how can you keep yourself full?"
The child's face remained unchanged and he wanted to refuse, but his stomach growled at an inappropriate time as soon as he walked. Then he hesitated and accepted the steamed taro and glutinous rice cake.
After thanking him softly, he followed his father into the rain holding an umbrella, while Jiang Wen looked thoughtfully at their gradually disappearing figures in the rain.
"Director Jiang, do you know those two people?"
As an old shopkeeper who has been in business for many years, Lao Fang is obviously more accurate in reading people. He recognized at a glance that the look in Jiang Wen's eyes was not suspicion and testing, but a deliberate approach.
Jiang Wen did not deny it.
"That's right, but he doesn't know me."
Nonsense, that man looks like Jet Li, can you not take a second look?
If the dragon came over, Jiang Wen would have to close the stall and run away to prevent the IKEA kung fu master from using his meager property to practice.
Jiang Wen's Sky Eye Checking System was very limited. Only when they were close enough and had physical contact could they see the person's information. In the end, it did not allow the two of them to get close enough to shake hands and have fun.
But the exploration of the child just now has been completed. The flow of information bursting out of him had been memorized by Jiang Wen in a matter of seconds.
[Name: Hong Wending]
[Age: 8 years old]
[Appraisal of Comprehension: Extraordinary Talent]
[Evaluation of Root Bone: Uncut Jade in Stone]
[Martial arts evaluation: a first glimpse into the door]
[Practical evaluation: Handy]
[Comprehensive knight level: slightly proficient in fists and kicks]
[Mastering martial arts: Shaolin Internal Kung Fu (introductory), Hong Family Quan (advanced), and the deadly choke gun (advanced)]
[Character description: Practicing martial arts since childhood gave him the ability to fight early. His calm mentality and extraordinary understanding are his most deadly weapons. 】
"Everyone is gone, let's close the stall."
Jiang Wen said to the shopkeeper Fang, "Let's go to town to buy some changes of clothes for Ningdie and Xiao Shitou. It's windy on the mountain and children, big and small, can easily catch cold."
The moment he turned his head, Jiang Wen smiled again.
According to the information, it is the Fifth Patriarch of New Shaolin. It seems that there is going to be a good show in town...
