Twelve Meeting Old Friends
Lu Denghe looked at this and then at that, and felt that the relationship in front of him was a mess.
Uh, you two seem to be quite familiar with each other, huh?
As if Lu Yinche understood his thoughts, he casually replied, "It's okay, a little more familiar than Feng Ling."
Originally, Xie Qiaosheng had been grabbed by the blue-clothed swordsman, but when he heard his words, he stood up again, swearing with his eyes bulging.
"How dare you say that! Your uncle is sincere, is this how you treat him? He just patted his butt and disappeared for so many years, and your grandson has grown up so much. Do you still have no heart? He doesn't look like you at all. It must be retribution. The person he found outside is cheating on you!"
Rage spread to his body, and Lu Denghe raised his hand cautiously: "Um, thank you, thank you Master... I am ten generations away from my ancestor... and, our eyebrows... are somewhat similar..."
Xie Qiaosheng glared at him. "What? It's already the tenth generation? Lu Yinche, do you have any shame? When did you start hooking up with someone else?! When you shamelessly insisted on marrying my uncle-in-law, pretending to be gentle and virtuous, I knew I couldn't believe your lies!"
The angry expression and his youthful baby face mixed together to create a funny atmosphere.
Fortunately, no one heard it. If he continued to curse, it would not take long for Lu Yinche to be rumored to be a ruthless and cheating person - oh, his image now is not much better.
That would implicate the Sword Saint. He was clearly at the peak of his combat power, yet he was abandoned by his enemies. How pitiful!
Lu Yinche, full of sympathy for Yan Yanshu, interrupted Xie Qiaosheng's nagging: "Stop, stop, stop—you're still talking about gentle and virtuous. I'm very grateful that you can discover my strengths and my innocent heart, but please don't taint this word, okay?"
Lu Denghe was shocked by his ancestor's shamelessness.
Just as Xie Qiaosheng was about to say something else, Lu Yinche added, "Besides, the version you mentioned is different from the one on the market."
He nodded at Lu Denghe: "Isn't it me who took Yan Yanshu by force? Then I should be able to do whatever I want on top of him. I don't have any problems in that area. Why should I beg to be—"
Lu Denghe automatically silenced the overly vulgar words in his mind.
Xie Qiaosheng looked like he wanted to jump up and physically silence him: "Are you sick? How dare you covet my uncle like that?!"
At the moment when a fight was about to break out, Lu Yinche showed a faint smile and put away his playful expression, looking very deceptive from the outside.
He said, "You are sick. It's hard for you to care about me so much."
Xie Qiaosheng was so angry that he fainted: "I'm not your uncle, why should I care about you?"
Lu Yinche continued to tease him: "Why would Yan Yanshu care about me? Didn't I just abandon him after having an affair with him? Is this just his thing? What do you call it, a man who's not a scumbag, a sword master who doesn't love him? I really can't tell. Yan Yanshu looks handsome, but he likes this kind of melodrama in his heart. He's also a fan of forced love, tsk tsk. Of course, it's also my fault for being too charming."
Xie Qiaosheng couldn't stand this bragging and shamelessness, so he quickly stopped him from continuing to tarnish his uncle's reputation: "Could you please stop mentioning my uncle's name all the time?"
Lu Yinche didn't care at all: "So what? Is he going to beat me up if he hears me? It's not like he hasn't stabbed me before, so he must be quite experienced."
Xie Qiaosheng had a strange look on his face. He didn't know if this man was being shameless or not. He choked and choked until his face twitched. After a long pause, he finally squeezed out a few words: "...You'd better take care of yourself."
It was the blue-robed swordsman who stepped out to smooth things over. "Seniors, please calm down and have a cup of tea." He winked desperately, looking like he was truly facing an unprecedented crisis. "It's not very convenient here either. Should we move to another private room so we can have a good chat and reminisce?"
Lu Yinche had no objection to changing places. Anyway, he really wanted to pry some information out of Xie Qiaosheng. He couldn't just rely on Lu Denghe's rumors.
But now things are not looking good.
He thought it was a nonsense marriage contract, but uh, it seems to be real?
No, it turns out that I am really a homosexual and a scumbag?
Lu Yinche was secretly shocked.
He asked, "I'm still confused. Cheng Xiao Sect is so strapped for cash that they can't afford to eat in the private room. Could it be that they've gone bankrupt from eating like a glutton like you? That can't be right, Xiao Qiaosheng. When cultivating immortals, how can one be so obsessed with food?"
Xie Qiaosheng didn't want to listen to his unedifying advice: "Don't call me that. I just don't want to go upstairs—" He was halfway through his words when he suddenly remembered, "I forgot, you, you know him!"
"Who?" Lu Yinche was confused by his incoherent words.
Xie Qiaosheng snorted, quite dissatisfied: "Someone as annoying as you."
He gestured upward.
The blue-clothed swordsman took Lu Yinche and Lu Denghe to the private room upstairs and introduced himself as Yang Deyou, the disciple of Sword Saint Feng Ling.
He said, "Master Qiaosheng has this personality. The head master, my master, and the others talk about him almost every few days. He can't change..." He glanced at Xie Qiaosheng who was still eating downstairs and smiled, "Please bear with me, Grandmother."
Lu Yinche just enjoyed chatting with people like Xie Qiaosheng, but when he met an honest kid whose secret weapon was sincerity, he could restrain himself a bit and replied, "It was all a joke, don't call me that."
Yang Deyou was puzzled: "But you are? Master said that no matter what the outside world says, we, the disciples of Chengxiao Sect, must treat you with respect."
Lu Yinche: "Who is your master?"
There seemed to be a little hurt in Yang Deyou's eyes.
Lu Denghe thought that kind of sadness was probably similar to that of a child abandoned by his parents - he was the grandson whose father was abandoned by his grandmother, it was so confusing.
Yang Deyou's master is also a swordsman.
His surname is Su, and he comes from a famous family in Dongzhou. Although he is not a wealthy man, he is very lucky.
For example, the Chengxiao Sect had a "rotating guidance" system, whereby elders, regardless of rank, took turns teaching and answering questions for their disciples. This particular person had received personal guidance from the Sword Saint himself three times.
The sect therefore granted him a special permit and gave him the status of "Sword Master's nominal disciple", and his daily practice was close to that of the sect leader.
Lu Denghe nodded, taking note. So, Yang Deyou's master was considered the "adopted son" of Sword Saint Feng Ling. So, rounding it off... did he also have to call him great-great-great-great-grandfather?
The two of them were born in the same year. Lu Denghe is a little younger, but Yang Deyou looks like he is not even an adult yet!
Yang Deyou rubbed his nose a bit embarrassedly. "'Once the golden elixir is formed, the beauty will not fade'... I formed the elixir a little early. But I haven't made much progress in recent years, and my cultivation has been stagnant. This time, Master specially sent me to his uncle and others to train, saying that if I can't break through a few minor realms, he won't let me return to the sect."
It turned out that they had come this time on behalf of the sect at the invitation of the Lord of Yao City. Besides Xie Qiaosheng and Yang Deyou, there were also some disciples who usually took care of the daily affairs of the sect, as well as an elder.
Xie Qiaosheng is a typical young talent. Although he does not have the title of elder, his cultivation has reached the middle stage of the palm realm. The fact that Cheng Xiaozong sent him out shows his sincerity. Could it be that they have something to ask of Yaocheng?
Lu Yinche pondered this for a moment. Yaocheng was a typical Xizhou city, rich in minerals and exported to all corners of the world, but otherwise, there wasn't much to note.
Yang Deyou walked to the wing room and knocked on the door. He sent Lu Yinche in and stayed outside with Lu Denghe, a young man of similar age, saying that they had also booked the room next door and maybe someone had bought some delicious snacks there.
Lu Yinche didn't care about the children.
He pushed open the door.
Sitting inside was a man in purple clothes, his hair tied up with a jade hairpin. He must be the elder. He turned his head toward the door and smiled at the sound.
"Long time no see." The man in purple said, "Xiao Xie's voice is too loud. It gives me a headache just listening to him upstairs. I wonder when you can't stand him anymore. Why don't you come up and have a drink with me?"
He tapped his teacup to indicate that he had been waiting for a while.
"Yao City is so powerful that they invited you here." Lu Yinche walked over with a smile, his tone relaxed: "Wei Qi, you are different now that you are an elder. Don't you mind that people in the north are freezing to death?"
He looked at the Chengxiao Sect emblem on Wei Qi's clothes, which was exactly the same as Yang Deyou's.
Wei Qi's gaze followed Lu Yinche. He reached out and pulled him to sit next to him, about to feel his pulse. "What's the matter? Life is tough in this world. I'm just a casual cultivator, and you're not allowed to worship a leader or find support? Let me see how you're doing lately."
Lu Yinche instinctively tensed up for a moment, but then relaxed and let him do what he wanted: "I was your test subject for the acupuncture that day."
Wei Qi didn't have any special features. His eyebrows were neither thick nor thin, his face was neither square nor round, and his nose was neither high nor low. But his facial features were composed in a very gentle way, making him very approachable. Upon hearing this, he said, "How many times have I pierced you? You ran faster than a rabbit. Even Gong Lin, a little girl, wasn't as scared as you."
When Gong Lin was mentioned, Lu Yinche was stunned for a moment before he said, "Gong Lin... she's not a little girl anymore, is she?"
"She has a whole family of children and grandchildren. In terms of health, I don't think any of you are as good as her." Wei Qi felt her pulse and withdrew his hand. "Your body is still the same, tattered and battered, especially your sea of consciousness, where not even a blade of grass can grow. Now that you've finally come out of the deep mountains and old forests where you've been sleeping lazily, what do you say? Do you want me to find a way to treat you? The risks are great, but at worst you'll just be bedridden, which is just what you want."
Lu Yinche laughed and quickly rejected it: "Divine Doctor, Divine Doctor Wei, this is not necessary. It's just that I was too sleepy and missed your invitation. I am glad that you remembered it until today."
Wei Qi made a regretful expression, picked up the teapot on the table, and poured a cup for Lu Yinche. "Then just take care of it for now. This is a scented tea, good for your health. Yaocheng's Chuijin Lotus Breeze is famous, but it's not suitable for your physique. Try this instead."
He was exactly as he remembered.
Lu Yinche’s tea taste is better than his good friend Ding Zhu’s, but he is not that particular and will drink whatever is given to him.
He couldn't help but think of his first visit to Cheng Xiao Sect, when he and Ding Zhu had gone empty-handed. Yan Yanshu was also polite, properly serving them good tea, though the quantity was a bit small, so they couldn't eat and take it at the same time. They could only go once and drink once.
Now that another good friend has broken into their base, won’t they be able to drink tea freely?
Wei Qi raised his eyebrows: "I don't know what you drank back then. How could I have the wife tea collected by the Sword Saint?"
Lu Yinche didn't expect him to say that: "What a mess, Ding Zhu has also tasted it, and his broken tongue felt--" He suddenly remembered that Ding Zhu seemed to have complained to him, saying that he only drank it that once and had never tasted anything good again. Could it be that that little bit was given to him, Lu Yinche, to enjoy?
That's true, as it should be.
Give it to Ding Zhu? What a waste.
Yan Yan's calligraphy is a connoisseur of value.
Lu Yinche swallowed his tea before saying, "That kid Xie Qiaosheng was talking bad about you downstairs, saying you were as annoying as I am."
"It's an honor to be compared with you." Wei Qi smiled, "That guy is obsessed with you. I heard that he used to like the feeling of being knocked down by you?"
"Why do you say that so strangely?" Lu Yinche laughed.
Those competitions between him and Xie Qiaosheng were just to tease the child. He was afraid that the child would come to eat for free, but he beat the child until the parents came to the house and cried. He was still thinking of ways to let him win.
Wei Qi said, "What's so strange about that? Everyone in this world knows that you are the most beautiful woman in the three realms, with boundless charm. Even our Feng Ling Sword Saint... cough, has fallen at your feet."
Lu Yinche: “…”
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