23 Chapter 23
◎290 million US dollars.
At night, unknown insects chirped in the treetops.
Dark clouds covered the night sky, a cold wind blew, and there was a sense of urgency that a storm was about to come.
In the No. 12 residence of Shenlin Mansion, three or four people sat in the antique hall. The fish tank was bubbling with water, and several precious fish species were swimming in it. The glass reflected the bright lights in the room.
"What did he say?" asked an old man dressed as a Taoist priest, stroking his beard.
Another person said, "He refuses to give in. No matter what you say, he doesn't know the answer."
The old man narrowed his eyes, his expression solemn. "Although he doesn't know Qianyang's specific background, Qianyang isn't wary of him. Let him go back and continue gathering information from Qianyang... He's still useful."
Another person said, "Master, Qianyang's origins are unknown, but she possesses unique skills, and even wields such a remarkable item as the Heaven-Questioning Plate. She was even able to reveal your unique skills to the public through a few simple conversations. If she weren't of an orthodox background, she would be a serious threat to the Xuan Sect!"
The old man said, "I have been in the Xuanmen for many years, but I have never seen anyone as talented as her. We must be wary of her."
At this time, a young man said worriedly, "Master, Qianyang is definitely not a kind person. I'm afraid we've touched her weak spot this time. How will this end?"
"Furthermore, despite threats, Yang Mao refuses to reveal any secrets related to her. It seems he won't be of any use to us... The internet seems to have guessed that it's related to me. How will I survive in the future?"
The old man snorted coldly, "How narrow-minded! This time, I was only trying to test her abilities to see if she would disrupt the Xuan Sect and harm others. You've already disgraced me online. From now on, you must not reveal our relationship as master and disciple to outsiders."
The young man pursed his lips, his eyes revealing reluctance, but he didn't dare to refute. He lowered his head and said, "Yes..."
"call out--"
At this moment, the sound of a sharp weapon piercing through the wind and tearing through space was heard.
Before everyone in the room could react, a long, narrow black shadow broke through the window and pierced into the wall with a "clang" sound, half of it being embedded in the wall. This was enough to prove that the arrow was coming with great force!
"Arrow?" the young man exclaimed.
The old man's face changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "She is here."
"call out!"
However, before he could finish his words, the second arrow had already broken through the window and shot straight into the old man's shoulder.
"Master!" the young man shouted in shock.
The old man did not dodge or evade, but stretched out his right hand and caught the arrow shot at him. The huge impact force rubbed the skin on his palm, and blood immediately flowed out.
With a loud "bang", the door was kicked open with force, the bolt broke, and wood chips fell all over the floor.
The dust settled, and a woman in a gray Taoist robe appeared in front of the door. She was holding a jade longbow, with a fierce expression. She seemed to have the momentum of thousands of troops even though she was alone.
"Where's my brother?"
Behind her stood a young girl who was not yet an adult, holding a quiver in her arms.
The old man's expression remained unchanged. He casually threw away the arrow and glanced at the bow in Qianyang's hand. He praised: "An excellent bow and arrow should be paired with an excellent archer."
"Little girl, you are good at archery."
"Is it your turn to talk too much?" Qian Yang's sharp eyes scanned the room. "Where is my apprentice?"
The old man smiled and said, "Don't worry, you are our honored guest. We will treat your apprentice well."
"Sorry, sorry, you guys continue chatting, I'm picking up something." The butler crouched down and walked into the house, picked up the arrows on the ground and those stuck in the wall, and wiped the dust off them carefully, with a cautious look on his face.
The middle-aged man in the room looked past Qianyang and at Song Yunli, who was walking slowly at the end.
"Mr. Song, why are you here? Why bother Mr. Song to come in person for such trivial matters?" The man had a flattering smile on his face.
Song Yunli ignored the tense situation, his eyes swept over the bow and arrow in Qianyang's hand, and said: "I borrowed something, I just want to make sure it is returned intact."
The man hurriedly said, "There's no need to be so nervous. Mr. Yang is resting in another room. When we leave, he will naturally appear unharmed."
"Unharmed? Really?" Qian Yang raised his eyes, his gaze fixed on him. "If he looks even slightly different from when he left, are you all... ready to pay the price?"
"Don't worry, don't worry. We'll treat him well and make sure nothing goes wrong for him."
The old man wiped the blood from his hands and said with a smile, "Please."
Song Yunli had no intention of getting involved in their dispute. After entering the room, he chose a seat by the window and sat down, resting his elbows on the tea table and looking out the window.
The butler was holding two arrows and kept wiping the dust off them. It was obvious that he treasured these things very much.
Qianyang stood under the eaves, holding a jade bow, and glanced coldly at the people in the room.
"Please?" Qian Yang sneered, "You all went to so much trouble, can a simple 'please' justify it? Let me sit here and drink tea and talk with you in peace and quiet?"
The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, "What do you want?"
Qian Yang's eyes were filled with an uncontrollable gloom. "If you all want to talk to me, shouldn't you show your sincerity and pay a price?"
The faces of the people in the room all darkened.
Qian Yang continued, "If you are not sincere, what qualifications do you have to sit and chat with me?"
"Master, you misunderstood. We did find your apprentice with sincerity, but some accidents happened in the process. If I have offended you in any way, I would like to apologize to you here. I am sorry." The man said to Qianyang with a fake smile.
Qianyang looked at him sideways, kicked the chair beside him suddenly, and threw it towards the man with a "clang".
At this moment, the old man knocked the table beside him away with a palm, intercepting the chair flying towards the man. The two objects collided in mid-air and fell to the ground with a "bang".
"Little kid, don't act too arrogantly."
Qianyang raised the corner of her mouth, holding the bow behind her back with one hand, and placing two fingers together in front of her chest with the other hand. Her lips moved, and there was an lingering gloom in her eyes as she stared at the man with a panicked face.
"Don't mess around!" The old man seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly stood up, pinching his fingers to make gestures, intending to interrupt him.
Qianyang flipped his fingers and an invisible air wave rushed towards the old man. The old man was struck by lightning and quickly made hand gestures to block it. However, the air wave came with great force and hit him hard on the chest. His body suddenly retreated and fell into the chair.
The old man couldn't help but cover his chest, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Qianyang in disbelief, his eyes wide open, "This... How is it possible?"
The next moment, the man felt a sharp pain in his heart, his face suddenly lost color, and sweat poured down.
“Master…save me…save me…” the man pleaded for help in a hoarse voice.
Qian Yang lowered his right hand and looked down at the pale old man. "Little brat? This is the first time someone has dared to say such words to me. Old man, is Xuanmen now full of losers like you? You can't even block a single move from me?"
"How dare such a useless person attack my apprentice?"
Qian Yang's words were so powerful that not only were the others shocked, but even Yang Wei, who was standing next to her, looked a little afraid.
The man collapsed in the chair, holding his chest. His pale lips opened, but he couldn't utter a word.
The old man never expected that the true energy in this person's body was so powerful that even he could not surpass it by a bit. He was afraid that he had offended a big shot today!
The old man didn't have time to wipe the blood from his lips and forced himself to stand up.
His face was solemn, and he clasped his fists and bowed deeply. "Master Qianyang, we are ignorant and have offended you and your disciple. Please consider that your disciple is not seriously injured and spare his life!"
Seeing that Qianyang remained indifferent, the old man made up his mind, bent his legs and half-knelt.
"Master, ordinary people cannot withstand the Hundred Claws Piercing Heart Curse!" said the old man in a deep voice.
"Can't handle it? What does it have to do with me?" Qian Yang looked at him coldly. "Even if he dies here today, what does it matter? Why does it have anything to do with me?"
The old man's eyebrows trembled, and he bowed his head and said, "Master, what happened today is our own fault. Do you still remember the incident with the Eye of Fortune in Blade Tower?"
Qianyang looked down at him without saying a word.
The old man clenched his teeth and looked back at the man in pain, knowing that the matter could no longer be concealed.
"Master, to be honest, the Eye of Luck was my own doing. This technique was passed down from my ancestors, and the only person who knows it today should be you. That day, Master, you even revealed my unique secret technique to everyone verbatim. I was confused for a moment and couldn't find a way to meet with you to ask for clarification, so I had to resort to this desperate measure! I didn't expect to offend you and Mr. Yang, and make you so angry."
"I have a treasure called Blood Ink. Master, you should know how precious it is. I am willing to offer it to you. I hope you will show mercy and spare us."
"Let my apprentice come out." Qian Yang replied, and simply asked them to bring Yang Mao out. "Also, bring the two people who brought him in here as well."
"Yes." The old man breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace, and immediately signaled his subordinates to do it.
Qianyang still did not sit down, nor did he remove the Hundred Claws Piercing Heart Curse from the man's body. The old man could only remain in a half-kneeling position, not daring to move without permission.
"Why did the Eye of Luck technique get lost?" Qian Yang asked.
This method was originally recorded in a book called "Shanhaiwai Chuan".
According to legend, "Shan Hai Wai Zhuan" and "Shan Hai Jing" are of the same origin. "Shan Hai Jing" records the humanities, geography, and some myths and legends that existed in the world thousands of years ago, while "Shan Hai Wai Zhuan" records the most complete mysterious methods, spells, and famous Taoist masters.
I didn’t expect that Xuanmen has now become someone else’s unique secret skill.
The old man, having learned her power, dared not neglect it and explained everything: "This method was originally recorded in the 'Shanhaiwai Zhuan'."
"Unfortunately, hundreds of years ago, the Xuan Sect fell apart, and the only copy of 'Shanhaiwai Chuan' was torn up and divided among the major Xuan Sects. After so many years of changes in the times, I'm afraid only a few fragments remain, and many of the Xuan techniques and spells have been lost forever."
"Our ancestor was the one who held the fragment of the Eye of Destiny. However, now that the Xuan Sect has declined and has no successors, I am the only one who knows this method."
"Therefore, Master, when you proclaimed this Dharma to the public, I acted in this way. My intention was only to lure you here and test your depth. However, I didn't realize that we were too foolish and underestimated you."
Qianyang frowned. The "Legend of the Mountain and Sea" that was divided up by the Xuanmen hundreds of years ago was not lost. She had practiced and studied it every day when she was young.
The old man continued, "Since the master knows this method, it proves that the 'Shanwai Haichuan' that was torn up and divided up in the past has not been lost. If the 'Shanwai Haichuan' were to reappear, the Xuanmen sect would surely be able to regain its former glory."
Moreover, being able to own "Legends of the Mountains and Seas" all by himself, is there anything in this world that cannot be done?
The old man was afraid of this, so he had to resort to this last resort and find out Qianyang's identity.
"'Mountains and Seas'?"
At this time, Song Yunli, who had been off topic, suddenly spoke.
"It is said that it records the method of bringing back the dead through flesh and bones?"
Qian Yang turned to look at him and said, "Birth, aging, sickness and death are the laws of nature and cannot be forcibly changed."
Song Yunli turned his gaze out the window again and said, "That makes sense."
Seeing her expression soften a little, the old man asked, "Master, this book..."
Qian Yang glanced at him and sneered, "This book was not lost a hundred years ago, but thirteen years ago."
"What?" the old man asked in shock.
"When I was seven years old, I personally burned the last copy of 'Shanwaiwai Zhuan' in the world."
The old man was struck by lightning, "Why?"
"Why? If this book were to appear in the world, it would surely cause chaos in the Xuan sect. Moreover, the Xuan magic spells recorded in the book would seriously disrupt the natural order. After I thoroughly read this book, I burned it."
Looking at the old man's pale face, Qian Yang said maliciously: "However, I have already understood everything in the book. No one can stop me from doing what I want to do."
The old man murmured as he looked at her. "Has she mastered all the methods in the book?" Now in the Xuanmen... no, now in the world, who can do anything to her?
They really accidentally messed with someone they shouldn't have messed with.
"We are ignorant, please forgive me, Master!"
Qian Yang, however, passed him and the limp man and looked at the other person sitting stiffly in a chair in the room.
The man had a young face, but unfortunately he looked pale. When Qianyang looked over, his body trembled uncontrollably.
Qing Si never expected that even her master couldn't do anything to her. She could only humble herself and kneel down to beg for mercy. She couldn't do anything on her own, so she had to take a deep breath, stand up, and half-kneel in front of her with her fists clasped.
"My name is Qing Si, Master Qian Yang. I have offended you many times before. I apologize to you here today. I only hope that you can show some mercy and not offend us. From now on, I will never dare to target you again. Please be magnanimous and let me go."
Qian Yang sneered, "Before this, everything between you and me had already been written off. I don't hold grudges, but I will always seek revenge. You deserve what I did to you."
Qing Si lowered his head and said, "Master Qianyang, I am not good enough in my studies and have caused you trouble. I have brought this upon myself. I hope you will forgive my mistakes and not hold it against me."
Qianyang looked at him coldly, and a teacup appeared in his hand. With a turn of his wrist, the teacup flew out of his hand and hit Qingsi's knee heavily.
Qing Si cried out in pain, bent his raised knees, and knelt on the ground.
"That's considered sincerity. You must personally apologize to my disciple for what happened today. Remember your posture now, I want it to be exact."
Qing Si was sweating profusely from the pain and replied in a hoarse voice, "Yes. I will definitely apologize to him in person for what happened today. I hope Master will be magnanimous."
"Also, I hope you won't break your promise on the job opportunity you promised him." Qian Yang said.
The old man said, "Don't worry, we will never break our promise."
Qian Yang glanced at him, "Blood and ink."
Qianyang would certainly not let him get away with it. Blood ink was indeed a good thing and might come in handy in the future.
The old man did not dare to delay and hurriedly presented a palm-sized box with both hands.
Qianyang took it naturally and put it into the cloth bag.
"Then he..." The old man glanced at the man with the heart-piercing curse and asked tentatively.
"I won't take his life and dirty my hands for nothing."
The old man couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, "Yes."
After a while, two burly bodyguards walked in.
"Boss, do you have something to talk to us about?" one of the bodyguards said.
Qian Yang and the other man didn't see Yang Mao with them, and their faces suddenly changed.
The old man immediately noticed something was wrong and asked sternly, "Where's Mr. Yang? Why didn't you invite him over?"
The bodyguard said, "We beat that guy up and he passed out."
The old man's expression changed slightly, and he stood up suddenly, angrily saying, "Ridiculous! Who told you to attack him?"
The bodyguard hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation yet and said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, boss. We know our limits. It's just a broken arm, but there's no blood. It won't be a big deal."
"Shut up! Who, who told you to do this?" The old man looked at Qianyang, whose face was becoming increasingly gloomy, and said angrily.
"Bang!" Yang Wei suddenly became furious and threw the quiver in his arms heavily at the bodyguard, "Who told you to hit my brother?!"
The bodyguard's eyes widened, his face filled with anger. "Are you looking for death?"
The little girl Yang Wei didn't show any fear when facing the burly men. She picked up a chair and threw it at them, cursing, "You bastards, why did you hit my brother?!"
The bodyguard was completely enraged by her. He clenched his fists and walked towards her.
At this moment, Qianyang slammed the tea table with his palm, and the sturdy table immediately broke into two halves. With a crisp sound, everything on the table fell to the ground.
Everyone in the room was shocked by this scene. They stopped what they were doing and focused their eyes on her.
The old man reacted immediately and shouted to the two bodyguards, "Who told you to act without permission? Mr. Yang is our honored guest. If you hit him, you will have to pay it back."
The two men bulged their eyes and looked at the old man in disbelief.
Qian Yang casually picked up a table leg from the ground, threw it to Yang Wei, and said, "Beat me until you feel relieved."
Yang Wei was stunned for a moment, then took the table leg and looked at Qian Yang with a hint of admiration in her eyes. She stretched her arms, turned back to look at the two bodyguards, raised the table leg, and hit them hard, cursing, "I told you not to hit my brother! I told you not to hit my brother!"
The old man wasn't idle either. He flattered Qian Yang, "Master Qian Yang, this is due to the negligence of my subordinates. Don't worry, I will punish them severely. If anything happens to Mr. Yang, I am willing to pay him back with my life and property. Please wait a moment. I will send a doctor to check his injuries immediately."
Qianyang's anger, which had finally subsided, was immediately ignited again.
Qing Si, who was kneeling beside him, was silent as a cicada. He felt a chill in his chest, and then a piercing itch came over him.
“Master… Master… save me…” Qing Si slowly collapsed to the ground, and breathing became difficult.
The old man only needed to look at him once to know that Qianyang had taken his anger out on him, but under such circumstances, it was not easy for him to beg for mercy.
They had no choice but to ask someone to call a doctor to check Yang Mao's injuries. After a while, they got a reply that fortunately, it was not serious, he just fainted.
The little girl Yang Wei was different from her brother. She was bold and ruthless. She beat the two men until they were bleeding from their heads before she stopped and spat at them viciously.
"You deserved it for beating my brother!"
The two bodyguards were still standing, but their eyes were red. They were angry but dared not say anything. They were so angry that their lungs were about to explode.
Yang Wei threw away the table leg and returned to Qian Yang's side, "Master, I've had enough."
Qian Yang nodded and said, "Go see your brother."
Yang Wei didn't leave immediately. She stood in front of Qian Yang, like a wolf cub that had just eaten meat, and looked at everyone in the room with sharp eyes, "You alone..."
Qian Yang said, "I'm fine, go ahead."
Yang Wei and the housekeeper went to check on Yang Mao's condition. The old man also asked the two bodyguards to go down, so as to prevent Qian Yang from getting angrier.
"Don't let this happen again." Qian Yang lowered his eyes to look at the three people on the ground, the warning in his words was self-evident.
In a society ruled by law, people cannot be hurt easily, but Qianyang has a thousand or ten thousand ways to make a person disappear from this world without a trace.
The old man's temples were covered in sweat as he nodded and said, "Of course, of course, there will definitely not be a next time."
Not long after, Yang Wei returned to the room and said to Qian Yang, "Boss, my brother is fine. His arm has been reattached. The doctor said he'll be fine once he wakes up."
"Yeah." Qianyang's expression finally softened. She looked at the old man and did not remove the Hundred Claws Piercing Heart Curse from the other two. "After two hours, this curse will be removed. Just treat it as a lesson for them. As for you, since you are a skeleton, I won't do anything to you."
The old man didn't dare to bargain for the replacement and nodded, "You are right."
At this time, Song Yunli, who had almost never spoken during this period, finally stood up.
He looked at Qianyang lazily and said, "Master Qianyang, now that other matters have been resolved, let's talk about the matter between us."
Qian Yang still treated him with some gentleness. She walked up to Song Yunli with the jade bow in her hand and said, "Mr. Song, thank you for lending me this."
This jade bow is quite good. The handle is made of jade, which feels cool and delicate. The appearance is exquisite and clear. The arrows are also made of high-quality materials. I'm afraid it is worth a lot of money.
The butler consciously stretched out his hands, ready to take the jade bow.
Just as Qian Yang was about to put the bow into her palm, she suddenly heard a crisp sound in her palm. She was slightly startled and clearly felt that the jade bow broke into two pieces in her hand.
Qianyang: “?”
She wants to report this incident as fraud!
Everyone present noticed this, and the steward immediately withdrew his hand and said, "Master Qianyang, please open your hand."
Qianyang turned the bow over expressionlessly and opened his palm, and sure enough, it had been broken in two.
What kind of broken thing? It broke after just a few squeezes?
However, the item was damaged in her hands. Mr. Song had kindly lent it to her, so she could not deny it no matter what.
Qian Yang said, "Mr. Song, don't worry, I will definitely compensate you with an identical jade bow."
Song Yunli glanced at it casually and quickly looked away.
The butler said: "...Master, there is only one jade bow like this in the world."
Hearing this, Qian Yang felt guilty and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely compensate you according to the price."
The butler said, "The bow handle, arrows, and quiver are a set, and none of them can be missing. Mr. Song bought it at an auction in New York seven years ago. It's worth 290 million...US dollars."
Everyone present was stunned when they heard his words, and looked at the damaged jade bow in Qianyang's hand in disbelief.
No wonder the housekeeper looked distressed and helpless since he came in.
No, how can you just borrow something this valuable?!
Yang Wei was so frightened that her face turned pale. Thinking of how she had touched that precious thing and hit the bodyguard with it, she felt a wave of fear in her heart.
"Oh." Qianyang nodded calmly.
Everyone looked at her in disbelief.
How could she be so calm? She didn't even care about $290 million?
What is the origin of this person? Why is his family background so strong?
"The bills are still at home. What do you think... check or direct transfer?" said the housekeeper.
Qian Yang said frankly: "I can't take it out now, please give me some time."
Song Yunli nodded slightly, seemingly without any doubt about whether Qianyang could afford 290 million US dollars. He said calmly, "Sure, leave me your contact information."
"OK."
Qianyang and Song Yunli exchanged contact information, and then he left with the butler and the broken jade bow.
Before leaving, the housekeeper specifically said to Qianyang: "After you remit the money, we will deliver the things to the master."
"Okay, thank you." Qianyang answered sincerely.
After he left, everyone continued to stare blankly at the silly Qianyang.
Qianyang watched Song Yunli's back as she left, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Song Yunli was such a good person. Even after she broke his things, he didn't rush her to compensate him.
Going to the room where Yang Mao was, passing by the moonlit courtyard, I saw two people sitting on the steps from afar.
"Hiss...be gentle."
"That bitch is a real tiger. She only picks on the bones to hit."
"Be careful not to let me catch her, I will definitely kill her!"
When Yang Wei heard this, she had already guessed who the two people were.
She frowned, gritted her teeth, and regretted not hitting him a few more times.
"Hiss! I told you to be gentler!"
"Do you think that master will put a curse on us?"
"Put a curse? What curse?"
"I've seen her livestream. I heard it's pretty amazing. Let's give that guy a good beating. Is she going to put some kind of curse on the table leg in revenge? Like, a curse that will make her die a miserable death or something?"
"Damn! It can't be that serious, right? If that kid hadn't fought back, his arm wouldn't have been broken! Doesn't he deserve it? If I meet those brother and sister again, I'll show you how I'll deal with them..."
"Deal with...who?"
Just then, a chilling sound came from behind.
The two men froze and slowly turned around.
"Master Qianyang?"
The two men's expressions changed suddenly, and they were still afraid of her in their hearts.
"We didn't, didn't say anything..."
Qian Yang raised the corner of his mouth in a cold arc, "You don't repent."
Qian Yang didn't do anything and left with Yang Wei.
After taking a few steps, I heard an exclamation from behind.
The two people who were originally sitting there just fine suddenly felt difficulty breathing at the same time. A strange itch spread throughout their bodies and gradually gathered towards their chests.
“Mercy…”
"Master, please spare my life..."
When they arrived at the door of the room, they found that Yang Mao had woken up.
His left hand was hanging in front of his chest, temporarily unable to exert any force, and he was eating with difficulty using his other hand.
"Brother! You're awake!" Yang Wei immediately rushed into the room, "You scared me to death!"
Yang Mao looked up at the two of them. His clothes were wrinkled and covered with dust, and there were some bruises on his face, but fortunately they were not serious.
Seeing the two of them, Yang Mao smiled, "Master."
Yang Wei looked him over carefully, and only after confirming that he had no other injuries did he finally feel relieved.
"How is it?" Qianyang asked.
Yang Mao smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm fine... I'm sorry, Master, for causing you trouble."
"I... I'm so stupid. How could anyone think I'm capable and offer me a job? The conditions were so good, and I was interviewing in a place full of rich people. I should have noticed something was wrong earlier. I'm sorry to have caused you so much trouble, Master."
Yang Wei originally planned to scold him severely so that he would learn his lesson.
But what right did she have to say these things to her brother?
Most of the things her brother did were for her, to pay her tuition, to take her out... She had implicated her brother, and she was the person in the world who had no right to blame her brother.
Qianyang was speechless for a moment, and just looked at his apprentice who became dusty and dirty after coming out, with complicated feelings.
"It's not your fault. There are so many bad people. Who can predict the future?" Qianyang sighed.
Yang Mao lowered his head and pursed his lips, as if he was trying hard to endure something. In the end, he couldn't hold it back and a tear rolled down his cheek.
"Brother..." Yang Wei looked at her brother who almost never cried in front of her, and her heart felt like being pricked by a needle.
"Master, I'm sorry I didn't find a job... I was cheated... I'm sorry, I'm really, really stupid."
"elder brother……"
Yang Wei hugged her brother's shoulders and sobbed softly, "I'm sorry... Brother... I'm sorry..."
Looking at the two people crying together, Qianyang sighed almost inaudibly.
Yang Mao must have been under a lot of pressure over the years in order to take care of his younger sister.
Even though Qianyang told him that he didn't have to work, he couldn't really rely on Qianyang completely, because he was not just himself, he also had a sister who depended on him.
So, after deciding to move out with Yang Wei, he had actually been looking for a job privately.
He never really thought about unloading the burden.
Qianyang took two steps forward, holding Yang Mao in her arms like her master had held her when she was a child, and letting him lean on her.
"Disciple, do you know what kind of person cries?" Qian Yang lowered his voice and gently patted his back.
"When he finds out that he can actually rely on others, he will cry like you."
For some reason, although Master’s body was not very strong, Yang Mao thought it was the safest place in the world.
Even more gentle than being in a mother's arms.
Even though he had never felt his mother's arms.
"Disciple, Master will never blame you, even if you did something wrong. What's more, this matter was not your fault in the first place."
Yang Mao seemed to have lost all his strength, and his sobs gradually became louder, as if he wanted to vent all the suffering he had endured over the years.
No one knows how much pain and pressure he has endured in his heart as he has struggled with his sister.
Qianyang was only clear about one thing: what initially caught her attention was the unusual resentment in Yang Mao.
Yang Mao cried loudly, and Yang Wei cried even louder than him. The two siblings seemed to be competing with each other. Qian Yang was helpless, and his Taoist robe was soaked with their tears.
Fortunately, Yang Mao gradually recovered after a while.
He let go of his hand, his expression a little unnatural, his nostrils twitching, and tears still on his face.
He turned around and glared at Yang Wei, "Why are you crying?"
Yang Wei said with tears in her eyes: "I feel sad!"
"Master, actually... I have always wanted to ask you a question." Yang Mao said.
Seeing that the two of them had calmed down, Qianyang breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace.
"What?" Qianyang asked.
Yang Mao said, "I know I'm not that smart or intelligent. You saved me back then, so why did you accept me as your disciple? The disciple the Qian family needs shouldn't be an ordinary person like me who harbors resentment."
Qianyang fell silent and did not answer immediately.
If wisdom were the primary criterion for selecting disciples, Qianyang would never have accepted Yang Mao into the sect.
He was indeed not the best candidate, not to mention that he was Qianyang's first disciple.
After thinking for a long time, Qianyang felt helpless when he saw that Yang Mao had no intention of giving up.
"Because, no one can save you except me." Qianyang sighed.
"What..." Yang Mao looked at her in shock.
Qian Yang said, "Your resentment is too great. Even if you escaped that calamity, you would still die within seven days. The only way to break the impasse is to become my disciple."
Yang Mao had imagined countless possibilities, but he never thought that his master accepted him as a disciple in order to save him.
"I originally taught you the Heart Sutra to appease your resentment."
"Is that so..."
With a "thump", Yang Wei suddenly knelt down in front of her.
"Master Qianyang, thank you for saving my brother. Thank you for accepting my brother as your disciple. I will work like a slave to repay you in the future!" After saying that, Yang Wei kowtowed to her twice.
"Yang Wei..." Yang Mao said in shock.
"Master Qianyang, no matter what happens in the future, my brother and I will stand by you unconditionally. You are our greatest benefactor!"
Qianyang helped her up, "Okay, I get it."
To prevent the two from continuing to sensationalize, Qian Yang said, "The viewers in the live broadcast room are very worried about you. Say hello to them and reassure them."
"good……"
Qianyang turned on the live broadcast and focused the camera on Yang Mao.
【Aaaaaah, I've finally been waiting for this! I was so worried!】
[Is Big Brother okay? ]
[Damn! Who! Who?! Who hurt the handsome face of the senior brother?!]
[Oh my god, is it that idiot Qing Si? I’m going to private message him and scold him!]
【What happened to Big Brother's arm? 】
[Did Big Brother cry? His eyes are so red.]
…
The audience who were waiting in the live broadcast room suddenly rushed out.
Yang Mao was a little embarrassed. He greeted everyone and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine. There was just a misunderstanding, but it's all been resolved."
"My hand is fine. It will be fine after two days of rest."
【It's all right, it's all right. 】
[Don't do this again! I'm so worried.]
My younger sister was also frightened today.
[You are so lucky (gritting your teeth)]
[Damn it! Who did this?]
…
Qianyang did not intend to tell the audience in the live broadcast room the specific situation.
Yang Mao chatted with the audience in the live broadcast room for a while, and his mood obviously improved.
At this moment, Yang Wei suddenly remembered something and said, "Master Qianyang, 290 million US dollars is not a small amount. Do you have enough money to pay it back? Don't worry, even if you don't have enough, my brother and I will help you."
Hearing this, Yang Mao asked curiously, "What 290 million?"
Qian Yang explained, "I accidentally broke a bow and arrow. Mr. Song bought it at an auction. It's worth 290 million US dollars."
Yang Mao was stunned for a moment, his pupils gradually dilated, and he exclaimed in surprise: "How much?!"
"290 million US dollars! Mr. Song is such a good man. He agreed to give us some time. I've already decided. I'll pay back part of the signing fee first, and I'll do live streaming and part-time street vendor work to pay off the rest. I should be able to pay it back within a few years."
She now earns tens of thousands of yuan a day from livestreaming, occasionally breaking the 100,000 mark or even reaching several hundred thousand. Add to that her fortune-telling business and the signing fee, and she should be able to pay it off in five or six years.
【???】
【ah? ? ? 】
[Wait…how much?! !]
290 million US dollars
【What kind of crap is so expensive? ! ! ! 】
Are you crazy?
Looking at the rapidly refreshing comments in the live broadcast room, Qian Yang explained, "That's a jade bow and arrow. The workmanship is very exquisite, so the price is naturally very high."
If something is damaged in his hands, Qianyang will definitely compensate for it, even if he cannot afford it for the time being.
After hearing her words, Yang Mao's pupils trembled, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Master, do you know how much 290 million US dollars is in RMB?"
Qian Yang was slightly startled and asked in confusion: "What's the difference between US dollars and RMB?"
【Author’s words】
There is another chapter, I won’t really owe debts QAQ
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