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?"
Yan Furui didn't expect that this woman's thinking was so sharp, and he caught her without paying attention.
He turned his head and pointed at Wang Qiankun who was walking out of the room.
"He, he knows my master."
"I don't know your master." After examining the people who came, Wang Qiankun continued, "Yan Furui, who are they?"
Just as Yan Furui was about to speak, he was interrupted again by Wang Qiankun.
"I understand, they can't be your accomplices, right? I said Yan Furui, what about you? You are young and have good hands and feet. Why can't you do gang fraud?"
"...Also, even if you want to lie to me, please find a better reason. Si Teng, a person who has been dead for seventy or eighty years, you have to tell me that she is alive? Unless I am crazy, how can it be possible?
Were you deceived?"
After finishing her words, she looked at the woman in front of her who was wearing a yellow floral cheongsam and a beaded necklace.
"However, although your scam is full of loopholes, it fits the role very well. This lady, you should be 'Si Teng'. Not to mention, if you hadn't met me, Wang Qiankun, and you were an ordinary person, you might have been
You were fooled."
As he spoke, a look of pride appeared on his face.
"This guy is so noisy."
There was a hint of disgust in the voice, which made Wang Qiankun dissatisfied.
"What do you mean?"
Si Teng waved his hand, and a tough rattan instantly blocked Wang Qiankun's mouth.
The sudden scene stunned Yan Furui next to him.
"Siteng, forget it."
Qin Fang couldn't bear it.
Si Teng said coldly: "Can we stop arguing?"
Wang Qiankun nodded quickly.
After regaining his freedom, Wang Qiankun felt that his entire world view had been challenged. He screamed in panic and rushed out the door.
He is faster, but Si Teng's cane is faster.
In the blink of an eye, he was tied up tightly, flew backwards, fell into the hospital, and passed out.
Yan Furui suddenly woke up.
Looking at Si Teng, he seemed to have seen a ghost.
"Teng, Si Teng, you are the Si Teng my master said."
He stepped back continuously, grabbed the broom next to him and held it in front of him.
Si Teng saw this and smiled calmly.
"Now that you know it's me, what else did your master say about me?"
"I don't know. You... don't come over, or I'll be rude to you." Yan Furui's face was full of panic.
The key is that the description of Si Teng in the booklet Qiu Shan left behind is too scary.
Not only is he invincible, he also kills without blinking an eye.
Any normal person would be scared.
"Master, who is calling?"
Wafang, who was woken up, walked out from inside.
Yan Furui was in a hurry, "Wafang, run quickly."
‘Dengdengdeng’ ran over and protected his apprentice behind him.
He looked at Si Teng warily.
"He's just a kid, come at me if you have anything."
Si Teng smiled faintly and walked over.
"What else did your master tell you about me?"
Yan Furui hesitated for a moment and decided not to be tough anymore.
"There is a pamphlet in which you are mentioned."
"Show it to me."
Yan Furui nodded, escorted Wafang into the room, took out a brocade box from the side room, took out the booklet inside, and handed it over.
After a simple flip.
"When did Qiu Shan die?"
"My master left fifteen years ago."
"Where is it buried?"
"No, he just left. When I went to buy porridge, he disappeared. I think he must have achieved enlightenment and become an immortal."
"Become an immortal?"
Si Teng had a disdainful smile on his face and looked directly at Yan Furui.
"I will not avenge your master on you. I am here this time because I need your help with something."
"Help, help, definitely help."
Yan Furui nodded repeatedly, he just wanted to protect the tiled house, nothing else mattered.
"clever."
Si Teng waved his hand, "Okay, you can go out first. I have to rest. We will talk about the details tomorrow."
"...By the way, don't even think about escaping, otherwise your friend will die."
Yan Furui's heart trembled, and the other party saw through the idea he had just raised.
After nodding quickly, he pulled Wafang out and walked out.
He glanced at Wang Qiankun, who was lying on the ground unconscious.
"I told you that Si Teng was resurrected a long time ago. You must not believe it."
After sighing, he took Wafang to the wing to rest.