Yang Zhen also looked at this little fanboy whom he had never met with great interest, wanting to see what kind of person this little fanboy was.

Judging from the noise, this little fanboy is still a hot-tempered guy who does his own thing, but I don't know if he might be a little reckless.

Mr. Tie's face turned pale and he stared at the stairs angrily. It was obvious that he was really not satisfied with his grandson.

But this is not difficult to understand. It would be strange if such a conservative and stubborn grandfather could be satisfied with raising such an impetuous grandson.

Since there was nothing to do anyway, Yang Zhen just sat there without moving, sipping his tea. Seeing a man rushing up the stairs, Yang Zhen's eyes suddenly widened, and he couldn't hold back a mouthful of tea, which sprayed all over Tie Fuzi's face.

For a moment, just a moment, the entire teahouse fell silent, and everyone turned to look at Yang Zhen in astonishment, including the 'grandson' who had just climbed up the stairs.

Tie Fuzi's whole body trembled, and the tea dripped down his cheek onto the table. The veins on his face were exposed. He slowly turned his head and looked at Yang Zhen with anger.

Everyone looked at Yang Zhen in confusion, not daring to breathe. He was a meticulous and iron-fisted man, but when had he ever been so embarrassed? With his almost mysophobic personality, he probably wanted to strangle Yang Zhen to death.

Everyone was afraid that Master Tie would get angry and affect innocent people, so those monks who were closer to Yang Zhen and Master Tie even stood up slowly and walked slowly to the side without making even the slightest noise.

Everyone in the teahouse was waiting for Tie Fuzi to fly into a rage. They looked at Tie Fuzi, then at Yang Zhen, and couldn't hide their gloating expressions.

However, when everyone looked at Yang Zhen, they found that Yang Zhen acted as if nothing had happened. He slowly put down his teacup, took out a piece of white and soft unknown paper from his arms, stood up, and slowly wiped the tea stains off Tie Fuzi's face bit by bit, exclaiming in amazement: "Incredible, incredible, fellow villager, I was really shocked when I saw your grandson for the first time. I couldn't help it for a moment. I hope you don't blame me. It's really, really..."

"What is it?" Perhaps it was about his grandson. After hearing what Yang Zhen said, Tie Fuzi was stunned and asked hurriedly, "What happened to my grandson?"

Yang Zhen had no idea what happened to Tie Fuzi's grandson. Damn it, he felt like there were ten thousand alpacas running through his heart, destroying him over and over again.

I thought I would get a little fanboy, but instead of that, a little fangirl came.

The little girl in front of me is only in her teens and looks quirky. All the words in the world to describe little loli are perfect for her.

And this old man in front of him who is very serious and has a mysophobia must be an adopted grandson. How could this old man raise such a grandson? Yang Zhen gave the old man a look of endless contempt, then put on a smiling face, wiped Tie Fuzi's chin for the second time, and then said, "My fellow villager, your grandson is called Xiu'er?"

“No!” Tie Fuzi looked puzzled and said hesitantly, “My granddaughter’s name is Luoluo, she is generous and elegant, but…sigh, her personality is hard to describe.”

Yang Zhen laughed loudly, patted Master Tie's shoulder and said, "As the saying goes, if you learn the Beiyu Eight Formations, and hold the true talisman in your sleeves, women will be willing to accept it. Why should the emperor be your husband?"

"good!"

A clear voice came, Luo Luo's eyes widened, and he walked to Yang Zhen in two or three steps, laughing, looking at Tie Fuzi and said, "Grandpa, where did you find such an interesting person? He is almost as interesting as Yang Zhen. I like this poem. It is much better than the euphemistic ones you usually write. This is a poem that a man should write."

"Nonsense!" Tie Fuzi glared at Luo Luo, but everyone could see that the old man's eyes were full of doting, without any blame at all.

"Young friend Yang?" Luo Luo exclaimed, staring with hope and asking, "Are you Yang Zhen?"

After saying that, before Yang Zhen could speak, Luo Luo shook her head in disappointment and said, "You are not Yang Zhen. Yang Zhen should be with Jian Mao now, on the way to Tianxue Holy Land."

What? After hearing this, everyone came to their senses from their shock and looked at Yang Zhen in amazement.

Tie Fuzi and Luo Luo, the grandfather and grandson, are notoriously difficult to approach. Now, not only does Yang Zhen treat Tie Fuzi as a brother, he also sprays tea in his face. What makes everyone confused is that Tie Fuzi is not angry, but becomes even more amiable?

And there is Luoluo. This little girl is incredibly talented. She doesn't even take Li Cangxu seriously. She keeps saying that once Yang Zhen comes, Li Cangxu's face can be covered up.

The grandfather and grandson are both weirder than each other, one is old-fashioned and the other is arrogant, and they are extremely difficult to approach. Now they are all surrounding this young man named Yang Dianfeng. This... is simply unbelievable.

Yang Zhen didn't know which one to answer after a series of questions. He looked at Luo Luo curiously and said with interest, "How do you know I'm not Yang Zhen? Maybe the Yang Zhen you're talking about is standing in front of you right now?"

Luo Luo chuckled, glanced at Yang Zhen and said, "It's not that I look down on you, but would Yang Zhen come to a place like this alone?"

"Then where should he go?" Yang Zhen asked curiously.

Luo Luo stiffened his neck and said, "Yang Zhen should lead the cheap cat to the Tianxue Holy Land and trample that arrogant Li Cangxu under his feet, and let him call him Yang Baba!"

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Dig the grass!

Hearing Luoluo's words, Yang Zhen was shocked. Luoluo blurted out the name Yang Baba, which he had coined. How well did this little girl know him? I don't remember ever saying Yang Baba in Beiyu!

Looking at the arrogant expression, as if Yang Zhen should be able to do anything evil and be domineering, Yang Zhen was confused and was about to speak when a chuckle was heard.

Hearing this chuckle, Tie Fuzi and Luo Luo's faces changed.

"Oh no, Grandpa, that bastard is here again."

"Who is it?" Yang Zhen asked in surprise.

"Who else could it be? It's that bastard Fang Zhongjian from Tianquan Holy Land."

There were footsteps on the stairs, and a playful voice said, "Little girl, you can eat whatever you want, but don't say anything you want, or you'll get into trouble."

(End of this chapter)