Fan Xian couldn't figure it out.

Even if the person who submitted the visiting card kept it in a place where it could be perfectly moisturized, it would never look like this!

After a little thought, Fan Xian put the card away, called the servants, and asked them to bring the person who presented the visiting card to his room.

Not long after, Yamu entered the Fan Mansion under the guidance of a servant.

As we walked further in, we saw that the courtyard gradually became deeper, with rockery, grass, flowers and shallow water. The scenery was quite elegant. Along the way, we met many servants, including men, women, young and old. The scale of the mansion was much larger than that of Fan Mansion in Danzhou Port.

Not only that, the area of ​​Kyoto Fanfu is also extremely large.

Yamu followed the servant for a while, but they still hadn't reached the inner courtyard.

Kyoto is the capital of the emperor, and every inch of land there is worth a lot of money. The fact that the Fan family can own a mansion here that is dozens of times larger than the old house in Danzhou is enough to show how powerful Fan Xian's father Fan Jian is in Kyoto.

In the bedroom, Fan Xian dressed neatly and sat on a chair. He looked at the guard at the door and asked, "Did that man feel amazed or restrained by the Fan Mansion's grand courtyard during his journey?"

The guard shook his head and said, "I have never seen it."

Fan Xian continued to ask: "Not even a little bit of surprise?"

The guard thought about it and shook his head again, "I think he admired me, but he was definitely not amazed. Moreover, he was very casual in his words and actions as he walked along. He didn't avoid the women in the inner courtyard on purpose. It was as if..."

Having said this, the guard couldn't help but look hesitant and looked at Fan Xian cautiously.

Fan Xian raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Go ahead!"

The guard said awkwardly, "It's just like the first time the young master came to the mansion."

"Like me?"

Fan Xian waved his hand thoughtfully, signaling the guards to leave.

After he left, he looked towards the dim corner of the room.

"My grandmother wrote in the letter that this person is very skilled in martial arts and was able to easily break the courtyard wall with a palm strike from a distance. Therefore, she suspected that this person was most likely a ninth-grade master below the Grandmaster. But I think that a ninth-grade master might not be able to do what he did."

"Uncle, what do you think?"

As the words fell, a figure walked out of the dim shadows.

There was not a single wrinkle or expression on his face, and his eyes were covered with a black cloth. He looked like the pitch-black night sky, or like a calm lake at night, dead silent and peaceful, without a single ripple.

There is no doubt that this is Wu Zhu, the blind servant who once followed Fan Xian's mother.

After hearing Fan Xian's words, Wu Zhu was silent for a moment and slowly shook his head.

"I can't tell."

“…”

Fan Xian's eyebrows jumped, and he said helplessly: "Uncle, didn't you say that you had fought with a grandmaster before? How can you not tell the difference?"

In this world, martial arts is respected with the ninth rank. Martial artists who cultivate true qi are divided into grades one to nine according to their realm. Above the ninth rank are the rare grand masters in the world.

In the entire Joy of Life world, there are only four grand masters in the open.

But Fan Xian knew that his taciturn Uncle Wu Zhu was actually the fifth "Grandmaster" who was no less qualified than the four Grandmasters.

Wu Zhu was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then shook his head with more certainty, "Ninth Rank, Grandmaster, I really can't tell the difference."

Fan Xian sighed and asked tentatively: "Do you remember another thing?"

Wu Zhu said calmly, "What's the matter?"

Fan Xian said quickly, "Grandma said that this man told her a story in Danzhou, saying that his master had fought with you in the past, and it was very likely that you beat him up... Do you remember it?"

“…”

Wu Zhu was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I forgot."

Fan Xian rolled his eyes and was about to complain when he heard footsteps outside the door. He quickly changed his words and said, "Uncle, find a place to hide first. I'll let you make a move, and then you make the move!"

“…”

Wu Zhu nodded silently, then took a step back and hid in the shadows.

Soon, there was a knock on the door, and Fan Xian called out "Come in", and the servant pushed the door open and turned sideways to make way for the mysterious guest behind him.

Looking at Yamu, who had a tall and straight figure and a heroic temperament, Fan Xian first praised him in his heart, and then spoke with a smile.

"Are you Mr. Mu mentioned in grandma's letter?"

“…”

Yamu did not answer immediately, but first looked at Fan Xian, then smiled and said, "It is me."

The smile on Fan Xian's face instantly faded, and he sneered, "No, you are definitely not Mr. Mu!"

Yamu was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and asked in surprise: "Then the visiting card is fake?"

"Of course it's fake!" Fan Xian sneered, "You probably don't know, I received a pigeon letter from grandma a few days ago, and it clearly stated that Mr. Mu had just set off today. How could he have arrived in the capital in the afternoon?"

"Tell me, who are you? Why did you forge a visiting card and sneak into the Fan Mansion?!"

...Carrier pigeon?

Yamu looked at Fan Xian in surprise.

What pigeon could fly faster than him?

Besides, Madam Fan clearly just met him today, how could it be possible that she sent a piggyback a few days ago... Wait!

Yamu suddenly realized that he had flown too fast, and the visiting card was placed in the storage space. When he took it out, it was exactly the same as when he had just written it, and the ink on it was probably not dry yet.

Fan Xian must have noticed this, so he used time to trick him.

If he wanted to prove that the visiting card was authentic, he would have to explain to Fan Xian why the ink was not dry yet.

...How come this little fox is even more difficult to deal with than the old lady in Danzhou!

Yamu rubbed his forehead with a headache, thinking that he was too naive and had revealed his true colors so easily in front of Fan Xian.

Of course, this is also because of the Saiyans' inherent impatience, and also because Yamu himself did not take the matter seriously.

After all, he knew that he was invincible in this world.

With such thoughts in mind, Yamu couldn't take it seriously even if he wanted to.

After thinking for a while, Yamu decisively gave up explaining and decided to come clean.

He cast his gaze towards the darkness in the corner of the bedroom and said with a smile, "You are Wu Zhu, right?"

After hearing Yamu's words, Fan Xian, who had originally sneered, suddenly changed his expression.

Before he could react further, a powerful aura suddenly burst out from Yamu.

Wu Zhu detected the danger of high-energy reaction and immediately jumped out from the shadows. The black iron rod in his hand, which looked like a sword but was not a sword, pierced through the air and poked quickly towards Yamu's forehead.

"call out--"

A sharp and deadly sound of breaking through the air came.

Yamu folded his arms across his chest, standing still.

An indescribable 'energy' surged across his body, gathering in the void one foot in front of his brows.

In an instant, the screaming stopped abruptly.

The black iron spike that was stabbing towards him stopped in the air, and Wu Zhu, who was holding the iron spike behind him, also stopped in the air as if suspended, and it was difficult for him to move forward at all.

Seeing this scene, Fan Xian stood up suddenly, so shocked that he couldn't even speak.

He blocked Wuzhu's iron rod with just his true energy...

Could this be a ninth-rank master? !

Fan Xian couldn't help but complain in his heart.

At the same time, Wu Zhu, who was forcibly intercepted in the air by Yamu, had no distracting thoughts.

He looked at Yamu expressionlessly, quickly analyzed the current situation, then loosened his hand and gripped it, grabbing the iron rod that was fixed in the air. His body drew an arc in the air and kicked Yamu in the chest.

"Bang——"

The powerful energy splashed everywhere, like a sword of energy, striking the ground and creating holes.

With such a ferocious kick, even a ninth-grade master would probably have his chest dented and his heart burst.

But Yamu just raised his hand and easily grasped Wuzhu's ankle.

Then, Yamu calmly raised his other hand, and his fingers were like knives, slashing towards Wuzhu's neck at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye.

Just when the hand knife was about to chop Wuzhu's neck, Yamu suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked at Wuzhu in surprise.

After a little thought, he changed his knife hand into a horizontal palm and slapped Wuzhu on the neck.

No one knew what he had done, but Uncle Wu Zhu, who was considered invincible in Fan Xian's eyes, suddenly lost his ability to move.

"thump!"

"Uncle Wuzhu!"

Fan Xian couldn't help but scream, looking at the fallen Wu Zhu in astonishment and anxiety.

Yamu came to Fan Xian as if teleporting, raised his hand to cover his mouth, and said helplessly: "Don't worry, I just let him sleep for a while, I didn't kill him."

“…”

Fan Xian glared at Yamu, but did not take any further action. It seemed that he had no intention of resisting.

Yamu was about to let go of his hand when his nose suddenly moved slightly, as if he smelled something.

Then, he sighed and said helplessly: "Don't release the poison. This level of poison can't hurt me. On the contrary, if it leaks out, there is a risk of killing your servants."

...was actually discovered!

Fan Xian was shocked and quickly thought of other ways to deal with it.

At this moment, Yamu suddenly said, "The wind is strong and the sky is high, the monkeys are howling, the sand is clear and the white birds are flying back, the endless fallen leaves are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in - the poem "Climbing the Heights" you wrote at the poetry gathering in Prince Jing's Mansion is indeed a seven-character quatrain, but unfortunately, its real author is not you, but Shaoling Ye Lao, the poet saint Du Fu!"

These words were like a bolt from the blue, ringing in Fan Xian's ears.

His rapidly racing thoughts suddenly stopped and he turned to stare at Yamu in a daze.

"How do you know..."

Fan Xian regained consciousness and immediately widened his eyes, looking at Yamu in disbelief: "Could it be that you are also..."

Yamu nodded gently, then turned to look at the unconscious Wuzhu on the ground and said softly, "It's not good for him to know these things, so I want him to sleep for a while."

“…”

Fan Xian still looked at Yamu in shock, with a mixture of complex emotions in his heart.

These emotions include excitement of meeting a time traveler, as well as shock and worry about Yamu's strength.

Looking at the expression on Fan Xian's face, Yamu couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He had originally planned to infiltrate Fan Xian as a hidden master, but unfortunately, the novice lacked experience and had a bad attitude, which resulted in his temporarily forged identity being full of loopholes.

Plus, he had just watched the fourteenth episode of the TV series and was a little angry about what happened in the show.

The Saiyan's violent temper suddenly erupted, and he flew here without caring about anything.

"Forget it, it's already like this, let's sum up our experience and try to do better next time!"

As Yamu thought this, he stood quietly there, waiting for Fan Xian to digest this heavy news.

After a long time, Fan Xian sat back in his chair, looking at Yamu with complicated eyes and a hint of embarrassment.

"…Grandma said in the letter that you are a fan of my books, but in fact, you read the stories of the previous life, so you want to come to Kyoto to find me, the plagiarist?"

“…”

Yamu nodded silently.

Fan Xian slapped his forehead, then covered his eyes with his hands, and whispered as if he had no face to see anyone: "In addition to Climbing the Tower, I also copied Dream of the Red Chamber in Kyoto. Don't laugh at me."

Yamu asked curiously, "Why should I laugh at you?"

"That's good!" Fan Xian immediately lowered his arms and quickly skipped over the topic. "By the way, since you and I are both time travelers, then it must be Mr. Mu... Brother Mu in the visiting card!"

"Brother Mu, I have a question that I don't understand, and I want you to--"

Before he finished speaking, Fan Xian suddenly recalled Yamu's speed that seemed like teleportation just now.

"Wait!" Fan Xian looked at Yamu in disbelief, "You didn't run from Danzhou to the capital in just half a day, did you?!"