Chapter 241 Si Teng

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Yan Furui, who returned to Xingyun Pavilion, thought about it and decided to do what his master told him.

I quickly took out a pen and paper, wrote a letter according to the address left on Master's signature, and also included my phone number.

In fact, he would rather make a phone call, but unfortunately, apart from "Changming Mountain Li Zhengyuan", the master's letter did not mention any other useful clues.

It can only be a blind cat trying to kill a mouse.

Unexpectedly, three days later, he actually received a call from Changming Mountain.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Yan Furuiyan?"

A young voice came from it.

"I am, you are...?"

"I am Wang Qiankun from Changming Xuezhai. We have received your letter."

"Great. When will you come over?"

"Tomorrow morning, I will take the long-distance bus there. Could you please pick me up?" Wang Qiankun said.

"That's no problem. But we've never met, how can I find you?"

Wang Qiankun was stunned for a moment, this is indeed a bit troublesome.

"Let's do this. Let's all have something in our hands so that we can recognize each other easily." Yan Furui suggested.

"That's fine. What can I get?"

Yan Furui thought for a while, and happened to see the two leftover fried dough sticks from yesterday. They were buttery and yellow, and they were very conspicuous when the sunlight spread on them. His eyes lit up and he said quickly.

“How about two fried dough sticks?”

"You~Tiao?"

Wang Qiankun's head was covered with black lines. This was the first time he encountered someone using fried dough sticks to identify each other.

"Yes, the fried dough sticks are very conspicuous. They are not obtrusive when held in the morning and are very suitable. What do you think, Mr. Wang?"

"Youtiao, just youtiao."

It's not easy for him to act unreasonable when we first interact with him.

"Then we've settled on two fried dough sticks."

Yan Furui happily put down the phone.

The next day, he woke up very early and took his apprentice Wafang to the largest and only long-distance bus station in Cangcheng Mountain.

I ordered two bowls of wontons right opposite the station exit.

I held the fried dough sticks I bought in my arms and ate them while looking at them, for fear of missing someone.

Wafang was eight or nine years old when he was ready to eat. He had a small mouth and chewed very quickly.

Yan Furui glanced at him and asked, "Is it delicious?"

"Um."

"It's delicious, eat it slowly, no one will compete with you."

Just as he was about to take some paper to wipe his precious apprentice's mouth, Wafang's little hand had already brought the fried dough sticks over.

"Hey, you can't eat this."

He quickly snatched it away.

"Why can't you eat? I'm not full yet." Wafang pouted and said dissatisfiedly.

"My son's appetite has increased during the lean years, but Master still has some use for it."

Looking at the darling look in his apprentice's eyes, Yan Furui hesitated for a moment and broke off a small piece.

"Here, just enjoy it. Master will take you to eat fried dough sticks tomorrow."

"oh."

Wafang nodded reluctantly.

At this time, a yellow bus drove over. When he saw the license plate number, Yan Furui was shocked and ran to check out.

He dragged the reluctant Wafang and ran over.

Soon, a tall and thin young man with a parted hair and black-rimmed glasses walked over while pushing a suitcase on a trolley.

In his left hand, he held two fried golden fried dough sticks.

Yan Furui greeted him with joy on his face.

"Mr. Wang from Changming Mountain?"

"Hello, my name is Wang Qiankun."

"I am Yan Furui from Xingyun Pavilion. Welcome to Cangcheng Mountain." After saying that, he looked behind him and saw no one else. "Didn't Master Li Zhengyuan come with you?"

"Li Zhengyuan is my great master. He has passed away many years ago."

"What? Passed away." Yan Furui's face was shocked.

"right."

"Then it's up to you, Si Teng."

Wang Qiankun shook his head, "Mr. Yan, we are in a technological society now. The so-called mowing tribe is just a cultural phenomenon in the past. It is the product of the slow development of science and technology in the old era and the ignorance of the people. A person dies and is resurrected.

It’s a difficult problem that science can’t solve, let alone Si Teng’s resurrection.”

"What's more, Si Teng, who has been dead for seventy or eighty years, is resurrected."

"No, Master Wang Xuan. In the booklet left by Master, it is written in black and white that the explosion of the Xingyun Pavilion stone tablet is a sign of Si Teng's resurrection..."

Wang Qiankun interrupted him, "Then let me ask you a question. Master Qiu Shanxuan, was he an astronomy enthusiast during his lifetime?"

"What the hell?"

"The resurrection of Si Teng is most likely a plot in the science fiction written by him." Wang Qiankun affirmed.

"ah?"

Yan Furui looked confused.

Wang Qiankun clasped his hands in front of his chest, as if he was holding pearls of wisdom.

"Are you under too much stress recently? Do you want to go to the psychiatric department of the hospital for a check-up?"

"My master is not crazy." Wafang said angrily.

After tugging at the tiled house.

"Wang Xuanshi, I'm not mentally ill. As for Si Teng's matter, you can find out when you go to Xingyun Pavilion."

Wang Qiankun didn't refuse either.

The three of them took the bus to the foot of Cangcheng Mountain and then walked up the mountain.

Fortunately, it's not too high.

After climbing up, as soon as he entered the door and looked at the flat yard, Yan Furui patted his forehead in frustration.

He forgot that the underground stone chamber had been filled in by Xu Rui.

"By the way, Master Wang Xuan, do you know a Master named Xu Zhengyang?"

"Xu Zhengyang? Never heard of him, are you a relative?"

"I wish I had such rich relatives."

Until now, what impressed Xu Rui the most was not his magic, but his heroic spirit in throwing out a hundred grams of gold without blinking an eye.

Arrange for Wang Qiankun to stay in the wing next to him.

No matter what he said in the middle, Wang Qiankun just didn't believe in Si Teng's existence.

Just when he was hesitating whether to take him to see Xu Rui.

A very beautiful woman wearing a yellow floral cheongsam walked in with a tall, thin man.

"Who are you looking for?"

As a landlord, Yan Furui hurriedly greeted him.

There was scrutiny in the woman's eyes.

"Are you Qiu Shan's apprentice?"

Yan Furui's eyes lit up.

"You also know my master?"

There was a hint of coldness in the woman's eyes, "I know him very well. By the way, you said 'yeah', who else knows your master?"
To be continued...