Zhao Qingmei waved her hand and said: "This is a few days behind the time in your letter, but it's finally here."
An Jing looked at the pedantic and old-fashioned old man in front of him. This was completely incompatible with the arrogant and sinister Tan Yun.
Relatively speaking, he still prefers Tan Yun's temperament. This old-fashioned old man looks very serious at first sight.
"I went to visit some friends, but I was a little late." Li Fuzhou clasped his fists, then looked at An Jing next to him and asked, "Is this Uncle An Jing?"
An Jing also clasped his fists and said with a smile: "An Jing, you're polite."
Li Fuzhou nodded, but frowned secretly in his heart: It turns out that he has no internal strength at all. The leader really fell in love with this person, which is indeed a great misfortune for the demon sect.
The ordinary little ruffian just now put this little doctor in a dilemma. If he faces the demons and monsters in the world in the future, this doctor will probably be scared to death and will not know why.
The two looked at each other, and then both looked away.
Zhao Qingmei laughed and said: "The food has been prepared. Why don't we eat first and then talk about it slowly."
"Yes, yes, the third master must be tired after a long journey." An Jing nodded beside him.
"The old man is used to working hard, so this little journey is nothing."
When Li Fuzhou said this, he saw Zhao Qingmei's eyes and said lightly: "But it's good to eat something."
.........
On the dinner table.
Tan Yun was like a quail, completely without the energy of the past.
The little black boy was lying in the dog bowl next to him, eating rice with fresh soup, his little tail wagging left and right, very happy.
Li Fuzhou sat on the chair, his body upright, his expression very serious, and he did not say a word.
The atmosphere was very different from the cheerful and lively atmosphere of the past.
"Where did you run to just now?" An Jing felt bored and asked.
"Wrong way."
Tan Yun carefully glanced at Li Fuzhou and whispered.
"You can still go the wrong way? Is this your first day in Yuzhou City?" An Jing raised his eyebrows and smiled.
In the past, if he had said this, Tan Yun would have put down his chopsticks and argued back, but today Tan Yun did not say a word.
"Woof woof! woof woof!"
The little black boy seemed to be full, so he ran to Tan Yun's feet and called to her, as if asking Tan Yun to give her more food.
"Shut up!"
Li Fuzhou frowned and shouted to the little black boy: "Don't speak when you eat and don't speak when you sleep. These are the rules. Since you and I are out together, you must abide by the rules!"
"Uh...woof!"
The little black boy took a few steps back, lying on the ground in aggrieved manner and stopped screaming.
Li Fuzhou actually preached to a dog...
An Jing blinked at the side and thought to himself: Could this old guy be criticizing Sang and Huai?
After drinking and eating, Zhao Qingmei took Li Fuzhou to the backyard residence.
An Jing looked at Tan Yun who was studying medical books, looked outside curiously, and said, "Does the sun come out from the west?"
In the past, after Tan Yun had eaten and washed the dishes, he sneaked out to play with Little Hei Zai. Today, he was reading a book. How could this not be strange?
"I'm usually like this too." Tan Yun's face sank and he said, "Don't slander me."
An Jing walked to Tan Yun and asked with a smile: "It seems that you are afraid of your third master? What is his background?"
Anyway, An Jing didn't like this third master.
At first glance, he looks old-fashioned, pedantic, and a stone in a pit, and he even slanders him with his words.
"Who said I'm afraid?"
Tan Yun frowned and whispered, "Who am I, Tan Yun, afraid of?"
Seeing Tan Yun say the hardest words in the softest tone, An Jing showed a sinister smile on his lips.
"Oh? Really? You are not afraid of anyone."
An Jing heard this and deliberately spoke loudly.
"What are you going to do?"
Tan Yun stared at An Jing fiercely and said, "Uncle, you went to have a drink with Han Wenxin the day before yesterday..."
An Jing would usually drink with Han Wenxin sometimes, but Zhao Qingmei wouldn't let him drink with Han Wenxin, for fear that he would go to a brothel or other place.
"How did you know?" An Jing looked at Tan Yun in surprise.
Tan Yun said proudly: "When you left, the small pills you took with you must have been for that boy Han Wenxin, and I knew every time you talked secretly, even though he always boasted about his powerful needles, I knew
He was bragging..."
"Cough cough cough."
An Jing coughed twice and said, "Don't let these words spread out randomly. If it spreads, Han Wenxin will not be able to win over his wife in the future."
This little girl Tan Yun is so weird. He will avoid her from now on. Every time he thinks of her giving Han Wen a new chin, he feels cold in his heart.
"By the way, what did you, Third Master, do before? Tell me quickly." An Jing thought of something and asked.
"The one who studied, later he said that studying was useless to reason with others, so he stopped studying."
Tan Yun said something casually, cursing in his heart: "The logic doesn't make sense, so I killed someone instead."
"No wonder, do all scholars have so many rules?"
"He has a lot of rules, I don't know about other people."
"An old antique."
"Uncle, you can't say that."
"What are you afraid of? This is my home. I can't speak well. Don't be afraid. My uncle will protect you."
"real or fake?"
After Tan Yun finished speaking, he glanced towards the backyard, and then looked at An Jing more.
Who is Li Fuzhou? He is the leader of the Demon Sect, and he is a confidant of the old leader. Even his current leader has to treat him a little bit poorly. If you, a little doctor, want to arm-wrestle with him, don’t put your
Broken wrist wrench..........
"You still don't believe what I say?" An Jing patted his chest and said, "What a reliable person. His words are truer than pearls."
Tan Yun rolled his eyes: "Uncle, the pearls at home are fake..."
An Jing: "......"
Tan Yun looked at An Jing's hesitant expression and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Although my uncle has no abilities, he can make people happy.
"Uncle, you are still covering me with your small body, forget it." Tan Yun looked at An Jing's body and bones.
"You underestimate me?" An Jing sneered, "Your young lady doesn't even dare to underestimate me."
"I'm not looking down on you, uncle, I just think...how should I put it..." Tan Yun touched his braid, not knowing how to say it.
Do I, the great Rakshasa of the demon sect, still need you to be a little doctor to protect me?
"The third master is a scholar, you can't beat him." Tan Yun finally suppressed what he said in his heart.
In this world, scholars are the most disgusting. They talk about benevolence, justice and morality, but then they use this sword to deal with you.
"Okay, then Zhou Xianming is also a scholar, maybe the two of them can chat."
An Jing paused and nodded.
After a long while, he got up and walked outside.
"Uncle, where are you going?" Tan Yun couldn't help but asked when he saw An Jing's figure in the background.
"Me? I went out to buy a few pounds of benevolence, righteousness and morality."