"Actually, this matter is a misunderstanding. Master, you know that the Shangguan family is doing business for everyone in the world, and it is inevitable to deal with the court. There is no choice."
In the dead of night, Anping vaguely heard the voice of a stranger in his sleep. He got up from the bed with hazy sleepy eyes, opened the window and saw the branches above the moon, and the front yard was still brightly lit.
Anping's sleepiness dissipated a little, and he was curious, so he put on some clothes and tiptoed forward.
In the front hall, Master Yushu and Lin Jia were sitting across from each other drinking tea. The latter said with a shameful expression: "Master, the Shangguan family has no intention of becoming enemies of the Qingcheng sect. If you accept these gifts no matter what, they will be considered as gifts." It’s compensation for the little brother from your sect.”
Master Yushu glanced at the piles of gifts on the table, then slowly turned his eyes to the door, and said calmly: "Come out."
Anping, who had just leaned against the wall and came to the door, froze when he heard the voice of Master Yushu. Then he walked into the hall from the main door with some dejection and saluted generously.
"I've met my uncle, I've met my senior." Anping bowed and saluted. Although he was young, his courtesy was very decent.
Lin Jia nodded secretly. Hearing the other party's name, he couldn't help but feel surprised. He asked at the right time: "Master, who is this?"
Master Yushu waved the other person to come to him, and then explained: "His name is Anping, and he is the new disciple of my junior brother Gui Yun."
Anping returned to the Qingcheng Sect with Master Yushu, and finally became a disciple of Taoist Master Guiyun, one of the Three Heroes of Qingcheng.
Although Master Yushu himself admires Anping very much, he has already accepted his close disciple Dongfang Baoer, so he has no intention of taking him under his name again.
Moreover, Anping has a peaceful and quiet nature, and has a pure temperament that is independent of the world. He is quite suitable for Taoist Guiyun. He can learn more from him than from Yushu.
"It turns out that he is a disciple of Taoist Master Guiyun. No wonder he is such a talented person." Lin Jia praised him without hesitation. Although there was an element of rhetoric in it, it was by no means aimless.
That day they were ordered to intercept the Qingcheng faction. Although Anping's martial arts performance was average, it was rare for him at this age to be able to remain calm in the face of a group of masters like them.
The Qingcheng Sect is worthy of being a major Taoist sect. In the past, there were three heroes of Qingcheng who were powerful in all directions, and in the later, they had excellent seeds like Anping to ensure their long-term prosperity. Lin Jia couldn't help but be a little envious.
But he did not forget the purpose of his visit. After looking at Anping, he immediately returned to the topic: "Sir, this conflict is all due to some villains in the family. It is definitely not the intention of the family master. I hope you will do it." Insightful."
Master Yushu pondered for a moment and nodded slightly: "Although your family is not in Jianghu, Shangguan Shaoqin's reputation for benevolence and righteousness is also known to poor people. This matter must be a misunderstanding."
"What the real person said is true." Hearing this, Lin Jia was overjoyed.
"Since it's a misunderstanding, I can't accept these gifts. Please bring them back to Mr. Lin." Master Yushu said and wanted to return the gifts.
"It's a must--"
Lin Jia hurriedly evaded: "Although it was a misunderstanding, after all, we did not know the importance of our actions and accidentally injured the brothers of your sect. I must ask the real person to keep this gift, otherwise the world will say that my Shangguan family does not understand etiquette."
Master Yushu frowned and opened his mouth to refuse, but Lin Jia took the lead. He stood up, bowed, and said hurriedly: "It's getting late, Master Yushu should rest early, and I'll come back to apologize to that little brother in person in a few days. "
"Mr. Lin"
Master Yushu raised his hand to persuade him to stay, but Lin Jia hurriedly retreated with his fists clasped: "Master Yushu, please stay. I'll take my leave."
Lin Jia left countless gifts and quickly disappeared into the night with the Shangguan family. Master Yushu looked back at the pile of gifts, smiled bitterly and shook his head. He called out: "Anping."
"Disciple is here." Anping came forward.
"Why were you sneaking outside the door just now?" Master Yushu asked warmly.
"Disciple, uh, disciple is just curious." Anping blushed, hesitating for a while, then regained his composure and said again: "Disciple just wants to know who is visiting late at night, so he is curious and wants to take a closer look. Please ask the leader. Master, punish me."
"Don't do this next time."
Master Yushu touched the other party's head. The child was honest. He was satisfied with the other party's honesty, so he would not punish him this time.
"Thank you, uncle." Anping smiled and bent down to salute.
"Now that you've seen it, what do you think?" Master Yushu asked casually.
Anping was stunned for a moment, then frowned and thought for a long time, and then said hesitantly: "Uncle, I think the senior just now is a little - a little different."
"What's different?" Master Yushu asked.
Anping thought for a while and said: "He is not like master, nor is he like uncle, nor is he like all the brothers."
Anping said that he felt strange, so he awkwardly grabbed his hair and smiled, but Master Yushu didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with this ambiguous answer, and he looked at Anping with increasingly satisfied eyes.
This was just a small episode, but Anping gained more and more attention from Master Yushu, and the already close relationship between uncle and nephew became even closer.
But in the middle of the night, there was still one person who was tossing and turning and couldn't sleep. The courtyard where Master Yushu stayed was not big. Anping, who was resting in the backyard, could hear the movement in the front hall, let alone Amao, who was still superior to him in internal strength due to some strange combination of circumstances.
On the bed, Amao, who was in pain, was once again tortured by the cold energy and was sweating. He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from making painful sounds, but the conversation between Master Yushu and Anping was ringing in his ears like a magic sound. His eyes turned red with the surge of hatred.
As for Amao, he hates Master Yushu for being unfair, but he hates Anping even more for taking away everything from him. In his opinion, if this person hadn't interfered, he would have already become a member of the Qingcheng Sect and become famous.
Now the better Anping performs, the more Amao hates him. But he is not as healthy as others and can only linger on the bed like a dead dog. This depressing life makes him want to go crazy.
The physical pain and the hatred in his heart were intertwined. Amao covered his head with a quilt and finally withstood the torture. But when he pulled down the quilt, sweating profusely, he saw a pale mask that looked strange. The ground stayed on the bedside.
"Varied--"
Amao's exclamation was stuck in his throat, and the other party pointed at his chest, silencing his voice.
"I thought it was a simple sick man, but I didn't expect that there was an unexpected surprise."
A joking voice came from under the mask. In the face of Amao's horrified eyes, the man rolled him up in a quilt, carried him directly, and left the small courtyard quietly.