"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 cross-legged. For him, if there was nothing else, he could practice all day long.
Cultivation has its own world, and cultivation is a joy.
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On the way to Wangyue Tower, An An suddenly raised her 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's really hard to show hostility to anyone.
"Then we won't go to dinner." 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 Wangyue Tower in Maplewood City with a similar name pales in comparison.
This building is not high, with only three floors. However, it is named "Wangyue", which inevitably does not match the name and only makes people laugh.
But the food in this building is rare and 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 to greet him: "Good nephew!"
When his eyes fell on An An, his smile became even 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 showed great love and care for his nephew and had high hopes for him. In Fang Pengju's case,
After his death, no one from the Fang family came forward to bury him because of his disgraceful death.
Jiang Wang didn't want to be his nephew, so he greeted: "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 little face in Jiang Wang's arms. In her little mind, she had long thought 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, what is the reason for inviting me to meet this time?"
Fang Zehou donated a Yuanwailang, a serious official with an official position. The word "Yuanwailang" is not out of the ordinary.
"I'm not busy, I'm not busy." Fang Zehou showed no embarrassment on his face. He waved his hand to the servants to put away the string of golden beads, and then said: "First try the signature dish here, lotus leaf chicken."
Jiang Anan had long made up her mind to eat the poor guy, and she was about to start, but was held down by Jiang Wang. Jiang Wang stretched out his chopsticks and took a bite of each dish on the table. After thinking about it for a while, he picked a few.
Put the dishes in front of An An.
"Brother has tried it for you. These dishes taste the best."
Jiang Anan wanted to complain a few words, but the aroma of the lotus leaf chicken penetrated her nose. Now she had no time to complain, so she reached out 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 don't know why 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 it came to Fang Pengju, Jiang Wang had to become serious. No matter what happened, Fang Pengju was dead, so the grudges were gone. 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, we, the 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 do, 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 is a fact, and Jiang Wang does not need to deny it.
"Now, uncle has something to ask of you."
Jiang Wang looked at him and motioned for him to continue.
Fang Ze said kindly: "After Peng Ju's death, the next generation of young people in our Fang family will be the only one who can be brought up by He Ling. I can only deal with my grief and put all my care for Peng Ju on He Ling.
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 a 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 has a trembling voice.
After all, he is his only legitimate son.
"So?" Jiang Wang asked.
"This is a bit hard to say." Fang Ze said honestly: "But my uncle still shamelessly hopes that you can admit his mistake to He Ling and say that you used...disgraceful means in the duel and help him regain his confidence.
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Jiang Wang almost wanted to laugh, "How can I recognize something I haven't done?"
"Not in vain, not in vain!" Fang Zehou said repeatedly: "After the matter is completed, in addition to this box of red gold, I 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 is of course meaningful! Compared with ordinary gold and silver jewelry, Dao Yuan Stone is the hard currency for practitioners. It can not only assist practice, but can also be used to replenish consumption at any time. And this Dao Yuan Stone in front of you is
, has not been used, is of complete weight, and contains a full hundred Daoyuan.
For Jiang Wang, as long as he absorbs this Dao Yuan Stone, he will almost immediately reach the foundation laying standard!
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 is not worthy of it."
He is the one who has been provoked, and he is the one who is forced to fight. Where does he get the reason to apologize? If he loses and collapses, who is to blame? Is it true that the weak are naturally just, and if you are weak, you are justified?
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. She had no idea what the adults were 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. Instead, he had already experienced wind and rain.
, a young beast 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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