Chen Qi was stunned for a long time, a little confused.
He didn't remember any master he had ever had. The only one he could call his teacher was Yan Nanfei, who taught him when he was in prison.
Although Yan Nanfei often regarded himself as Chen Qi's master, Chen Qi never admitted it.
Chen Qi narrowed his eyes, could it be that Yan Nan was really flying to look for him?
In his impression, since they broke up ten years ago, the other person seemed to have disappeared without a trace.
How could he suddenly appear at this time?
The servant continued, "And that man also said that he knew the whereabouts of Murong Qingxue."
Chen Qi's eyes widened for a moment, "Huh?"
In the main hall of the Chen Mansion, a white old man in rags and slovenly clothes sat there with a leisurely expression.
He elegantly picked up the tea cup on the table, took a sip, savored it carefully, and felt content.
Deep in love, I still remember to recite a poem:
The benevolent wind bears pearl buds in the dark, and the golden buds emerge in the early spring.
Picked fresh, roasted and wrapped in a fragrant twist, it is exquisite and not extravagant.
The old man shook his head, "If I guessed correctly, this is the top grade [Iron Goddess of Mercy]. It is indeed the best tea and the Avalokitesvara among Buddhas."
On the side, Chen Yinghao, the ancestor of the Chen Royal Family, Chen Xiaotian, the current head of the family, and others were sitting there somewhat uncomfortably.
No one else, just because the strange old man in front of me was unkempt, unkempt, and looked like a beggar.
It was such a cold day, and I was still wearing a pair of straw sandals I picked up from nowhere.
He moves his hands and feet, but behaves like an elegant and elegant person, which is very funny.
If they met each other on weekdays, they would only regard the other person as a charlatan who was trying to deceive others.
However, the other party claimed to be Chen Qi's mentor, Yan Nanfei.
Of course they have heard of Yan Nanfei's name.
Decades ago, he was the number one person in the Chinese martial arts world. He was a master of martial arts, superb and otherworldly.
At that time, there was no international God of War ranking, but Yan Nanfei had always occupied the top spot in the domestic rankings, and no one dared to shake him.
For such a famous god, if it is fake, then that's it, but you are not afraid of ten thousand, just in case.
If the other party is real and they offend him, wouldn't they be seeking death?
Fortunately, after a while, Chen Qi finally arrived.
As soon as he entered the door, Chen Qi saw Yan Nanfei sitting in the high hall with an intoxicated look on his face.
We haven't seen each other for ten years. This old guy still has the same impression as Chen Qi back then. His appearance has not changed much, and his personality is even more so.
Dressed in sloppy, I am doing it, I am very owed.
The moment Chen Qi walked in, Yan Nanfei noticed him.
I saw a warm smile on his face, "Hey, isn't this my proud disciple, Mr. Chen?
When you meet your master, why don’t you come over quickly to say hello?”
Chen Qi's face darkened, "I have never acknowledged you as my master."
With that said, Chen Qi went straight to sit opposite Yan Nanfei.
Yan Nanfei sneered for a moment, winked and said, "You may say you don't admit it, but your body is very honest. Have you enjoyed using the martial arts I taught you over the years?"
Chen Qi also poured himself a cup of tea, "The most you can do is introduce me to the door. Don't pretend that my current achievements have anything to do with you."
Yan Nanfei disagreed, "As the saying goes, the master introduces the door, and the cultivation depends on the individual.
Since you know that it was me who introduced you, you have not admitted that I am your master in disguise."
Chen Qi glanced at the other party indifferently, "I have never heard of a master who takes pleasure in cheating his own disciples."
The biggest reason why Chen Qi has always refused to admit that Yan Nanfei is his master is because the old guy Yan Nanfei always digs holes for him.
When I taught him martial arts, I also used different methods to punish him, and kept saying that it was for his own good.
I thought I could finally get rid of him, but I didn't know that the other party had taken a Japanese as his disciple before, and Chen Qi was caught and made a big fuss about it.
Yan Nanfei naturally understood what Chen Qi was referring to and touched his nose in embarrassment.
"Who can live without faults?"
"But what you have done here is a bit too much."
Yan Nanfei: "..."
Chen Qi stopped talking to Yan Nanfei and went straight to the point, "I heard someone said that you know the whereabouts of Murong Qingxue?"
Yan Nanfei raised his eyebrows, "Want to know?
beg me."
Chen Qi narrowed his eyes slightly and said nothing.
Yan Nanfei pursed his lips, "Don't worry, she is safe."
After hearing this, Chen Qi finally let go of the stone hanging in his heart.
After hearing Zhuque's description before, Murong Qingxue seemed to have a tendency to think too hard, and he was worried that the other party would really do something stupid.
Now that I know that the other party is okay, I am naturally relieved.
"Where is she now?"
Chen Qi continued to ask.
"It's useless for me to tell you."
Chen Qi was stunned, "Why?"
Yan Nanfei shrugged, "She doesn't want to see you."
Chen Qi: "..."
Yan Nanfei smiled for a moment and said, "Back then, you laughed at me for being romantic, but now it seems that you are not bad either.
There are so many beauties around you, you have a wife at home, and yet you are still flirting with women outside?"
"Don't confuse me with you, my situation is different from yours!"
"What's the difference?"
Yan Nanfei said disdainfully, "Don't think I don't know. That Murong Qingxue is just one of them. There are many others who have an ambiguous relationship with you."
Yan Nanfei counted with his fingers, "Let's take a look, Zhuque, Liu Ke, Shen Yue'er, Yu Qingxuan, oh, I really don't know how to count. I was shocked when I counted them, there are four more!"
Yan Nanfei winked at Chen Qi, "Do you want me to make the decision for you?
Collect them all?"
Chen Qi looked at Yan Nanfei in shock and said nothing for a long time.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Yan Nanfei still smiled, "Oh, you must be curious, why do I know the names of these people?"
I have been watching you secretly these years, and I know exactly which latrine you pooped in!"
Yan Nanfei looked proud, "However, you are still far behind me. Think about it, back then, I had seen countless women and was known as the killer of women. How many beauties would take the initiative to embrace me with just a wave of my hand?"
When he got excited about it, Yan Nanfei laughed heartily, as if the world was so big, who else could he do but me?
This kind of behavior that is not shameful, but proud of it, made everyone present have black lines on their heads.
But at this moment, a roar rang out, "Yan Nanfei, damn you, it's really you!"
Hearing this voice, Yan Nanfei was subconsciously startled.
Looking for a voice, he saw an old woman with a cane walking in angrily with the help of others.
Everyone looked stunned. This person was none other than the prophet of the Chen royal family, Granny Jinhua.
