When the legend of the 'mysterious' boy Yang Zhen was still abuzz in Liehuo City, Yang Zhen was glaring at an old man.

Under the guidance of Lan Fangyue, Yang Zhen went up to Changyue Tower and came to a place similar to a reception room. Lan Fangyue left Yang Zhen alone here and then left.

This is a wooden house, which looks completely different from the majestic and ancient Changyue Tower. The wooden house does not have the slightest sense of simplicity and grandeur. It is simply decorated and even appears a bit shabby.

At first Yang Zhen could wait quietly, but he became a little impatient as he waited. It had been nearly a quarter of an hour since he came in, and not only had Lan Fangyue not appeared again, there was not even a shadow of her.

Yang Zhen poured himself two cups of tea, which tasted refreshing and fragrant in the room.

The tea was good, but Yang Zhen couldn't appreciate it. The more he drank, the less flavor it had. He simply put the box of tea leaves in his arms and prepared to go out. However, before he could leave, he was blocked by an old man.

The old man seemed to be running over here, panting, and looking like he was almost dead. He stared at Yang Zhen with a glare and puffed his beard.

Yang Zhen looked strange and said sternly, "Is this how Changyue Tower treats guests? I've made you wait here for a quarter of an hour. It seems that Changyue Tower doesn't really welcome me. Goodbye!"

"You little thief!" The old man glared at him, standing at the door with his hands on his hips, his almond eyes wide open: "You are so ungrateful, do you know how much the two cups of tea you just drank are worth?"

"How much?" Yang Zhen glanced at the old man and secretly stuffed the tea can in his arms.

It's hard to tell the old man's age. Although he looks to be in his sixties or seventies, he is full of energy and doesn't look old at all, especially with his big red nose and rosy cheeks, he looks like a comedian.

He was in high spirits, but Yang Zhen felt that the old man was a little weird. His clothes were tattered and there was a messy smell, a mixture of fragrance and stench, which was really weird.

Hearing Yang Zhen's question, the old man snorted, glanced at Yang Zhen and said nothing.

Yang Zhen curled his lips and reached out to push the old man: "Forget it if you don't want to say it!"

The old man's eyes widened, as if he didn't expect Yang Zhen to dare to take action here. He was caught off guard and pushed on by Yang Zhen.

"Huh?" Yang Zhen looked at the old man in surprise. Although he didn't use too much strength just now, for fear of accidentally pushing this strange old man to pieces, an ordinary old man, no matter how strong he is, should not remain motionless.

The old man looked at Yang Zhen proudly and said, "You still have some conscience, kid. If you had used a little more strength just now, you would be dead now."

Yang Zhen nodded and said, "Thank you for not killing me, Senior. Goodbye."

"Okay, okay... Ouch, are you really pushing?" The old man stumbled and took two steps back, looking at the old man in confusion: "Aren't you afraid of hurting me and the whole Changyue Tower chasing you?"

"I don't believe you at all. You're such a weird old man, how could you get hurt?" Yang Zhen raised his leg and walked out.

The old man did not stop him. He leaned against the door calmly and said gloatingly, "Little thief, the two cups of tea you just drank can build another Changyue Tower in Liehuo City. With the can in your arms, ten Changyue Towers are not enough."

Yang Zhen almost bumped into the door frame and turned back to glare at the old man: "You are blackmailing me, right?"

"So what if you're blackmailing me? The tea leaves are in your arms now anyway. Just ask someone to search and you'll find out, you little thief!" The old man was very proud and seemed to have Yang Zhen in his grasp.

Yang Zhen suddenly let out a strange cry, and fell to the ground, holding his head and wailing: "Someone come, someone is killing someone in Changyue Tower, oh my god, my head hurts, my head hurts, I have to go to the hospital, I have to do a brain CT scan, I'm telling you, old man, you bully people by relying on your strength, and you hit me and I got serious internal injuries, if I die, you will be the sinner of Changyue Tower."

The old man was startled by Yang Zhen's strange cry. He stared at Yang Zhen lying on the ground and said in bewilderment, "How did you become a criminal?"

"Are you stupid?" Yang Zhen rolled his eyes at the old man. "Think about it. I am a distinguished guest of Changyue Tower. I came here to accept a mission from Changyue Tower. Now I have died in Changyue Tower for no apparent reason. How do you want all the cultivators in the world to view this matter?"

"How do you view it?"

"Why is Changyue Tower wailing in the middle of the night? Why did the young monk suddenly die? Why are the clothes of Widow Li stolen so frequently? Why do the young girls and wives of Liehuo City stay at home at night and stare at Changyue Tower and cry sadly? What are the reasons for these? What do you think the thousands of monks in the world will think?"

The old man opened his mouth, his hair stood up, and a trace of horror flashed in his eyes: "Boy, don't talk nonsense. What does Widow Li's clothes have to do with my Changyue Tower? And why do those young girls and wives who dare not go out cry when they look at Changyue Tower? You, you, you... don't ruin the reputation of my Changyue Tower."

Yang Zhen lay on the ground, unable to get up: "Anyway, if anything happens to me, like losing a hair or breaking a hair, these problems will spread all over the streets tomorrow, and I will make it into a well-known and catchy ballad and teach it to the children in Liehuo City to sing..."

"Shut up!" The old man glared, "You little bastard, shut up!"

"I won't!" Yang Zhen turned his head and said, "If you tell me to shut up, I will shut up. Then I will lose face. Then, everyone will say, 'Oh, Changyue Tower is like this. There is an old man in Changyue Tower who is very bad.'"

“Ahhh, shut up!” The old man scratched his messy head and said dejectedly: “Okay, kid, you win, that box of Wannianchun is for you!”

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Yang Zhen laughed, stood up, patted the old man on the shoulder and said, "It's just a box of Wannianchun, I'll treat you to Biluochun later, or Tieguanyin, or the best Maojian Pangdahai. Let me tell you a secret, some tea leaves are rootless tea, and that is the best tea in the world!"

The old man's eyes suddenly gleamed with brilliance, and he pulled Yang Zhen aside and asked, "Is your Tie Da Hai, Fat Guanyin's, really a good tea? Also, what kind of tea is Wugen Tea?"

Yang Zhen leaned close to the old man's ear and said, "Rootless tea is supposed to be from heaven, and is collected by a virgin who is as beautiful as a fairy with her tongue."

“Hehehehe…” The old man put his arm around Yang Zhen’s shoulders and said, “I didn’t expect that you’re a fellow traveler.”

“Ah heh heh heh…” Yang Zhen blinked at the old man: “Big brother is a man of temperament.”

"A man of temperament?" The old man was stunned, and then overjoyed: "I like you, you are a boy who speaks comfortably and pleasantly!"

"I don't like you."

The two bitches, one old and one young, kept laughing, leaving Lan Fangyue in another room dumbfounded.

In the water curtain, the deeds of Yang Zhen and the old man were clearly displayed in front of Lan Fangyue. Lan Fangyue stared at the water curtain with his eyes wide open, muttering to himself: "Aren't you going to curb his temper? Aren't you going to teach this thief a lesson? You ran away, and ended up calling him a brother?"

As she listened, Lan Fangyue's face turned red, and she said, "Two shameless bastards!"

(End of this chapter)