Chapter 92
"Rong Jing, you, a zombie, are standing back here laughing for no apparent reason, what are you doing?"
Si Liu was talking to Feng Si until he suddenly felt a strong sense of uneasiness on his back, as if a cool breeze had quietly penetrated his clothes and touched his skin, causing him to subconsciously stop and turn his head to look.
When he looked up, he saw Rong Jing standing there, tapping the screen of his mobile phone with a worthless smile on his face.
Si Liu could actually guess that Rong Jing was definitely chatting with Xie Changshi, but what were they talking about? Did they even put aside their beloved Uncle Feng Si?
When Rong Jing heard the voice, he quickly put away his phone, ran to Feng Si's side, and blinked innocently: "I'm not laughing at anything."
Then, he turned around and asked Feng Si: "Uncle Feng Si, how are you feeling now? Are you hungry? Do you want to have a midnight snack?"
Feng Si stared at the clean face in front of him, lowered his eyes and asked, "Do you want a midnight snack?"
Rong Jing raised his hand and gestured with his little finger: "A little bit."
Actually, he didn't want to have a midnight snack, he just wanted to ask what happened to Fengsi Xuantian Temple, why they suddenly moved away, where they were all these years, and why when he told Grandpa Taixu about his fortune, the hexagram told him that he needed to lie low.
Countless questions had already occupied Rong Jing's mind, making him want to pour them out uncontrollably.
Rong Jing couldn't hide his thoughts, at least that's what Feng Si saw.
So he didn't refuse.
Hearing the affirmative answer, Rong Jing blinked, leaned over affectionately, and asked in a low voice: "Uncle Feng Si, do you want to meet Xie Changshi? He's waiting outside. How about letting him take us for a midnight snack?"
As he spoke, his dark eyes, reflected in the moonlight that had parted the clouds, were as beautiful as gems.
Feng Si pursed his thin lips and said coldly, "Then you'd better pray that the midnight snack is delicious."
…
Although the lights in the villa were still off, the darkness allowed him to clearly see the golden glow of Feng Si and Meng Ming's battle. Having witnessed the entire process, Nie Liu had already opened the car door and stood beside it, excitedly watching the two men and the ghost approaching.
Upon seeing Feng Si, he immediately bowed at Rong Jing's reminder and said loudly, "Hello, Master Feng Si! My name is Nie Feng, and I'm Master Rong's second assistant!"
Assistant No. 1 Yan Yingyao: "...Hello, I'm Yan Yingyao."
Feng Si looked cold, but when facing Yan Yingyao and Nie Liu, his indifferent aura softened a lot, even his brows relaxed. Si Liu was amazed by this and couldn't help muttering in his heart -
How come Feng Si is still as hypocritical as ever even after not seeing him for so many years?
I don't know what's so good about these two brats.
No one heard his mumbling, but when Nie Liu heard Rong Jing say that they were going to have barbecue, his eyes lit up. Just as he was about to agree, Yan Yingyao beside him grabbed his arm.
He looked over in confusion and heard Yan Yingyao say, "It's getting late. Nie Liu and I have some things to do, so we won't disturb you."
After saying that, Yan Yingyao stuffed Nie Liu into the car.
Nie Liu: “…”
The car door slammed shut. Nie Liu pressed his face against the car window, looking miserably at the distance between him and Rong Jing and the others growing farther and farther away. He couldn't help but ask Yan Yingyao, "How can it be so early?"
Normally at this time, they would have just finished their first round of drinking.
Yan Yingyao glanced at him, his brows revealing a look of disdain. "Are you stupid? Master Rong has finally reunited with his uncle, they must have something to talk about today. Why should we join in the fun?"
...It seems so.
but,
"Didn't Senior Si Liu also join in the fun?"
"Because Senior Si Liu is not a human being, what he does is not human."
Nie Liu: “…” It makes so much sense that I can’t refute it at all.
After watching Nie Liu and Yan Yingyao leave, Rong Jing was about to take Feng Si to the outside of the villa area, but saw the familiar Cullinan approaching from a distance. The car stopped and Xie Changshi bent down and got out.
Under the bright moonlight, the man's handsome features appeared unusually clear. He first glanced at Rong Jing, and after confirming that Rong Jing was not injured as he said in WeChat, he turned his gaze to the white-haired man beside him.
Xie Changshi nodded slightly: "Uncle Feng Si."
Feng Si's gaze fell on Xie Changshi's face, and their eyes met.
She is really good-looking, no wonder his little zombie was kidnapped away.
However, it also shows from the side that Rong Jing's habit of judging by appearance is hopeless.
Feng Si wasn't the type of patriarch who liked to forcefully break up a couple. Facing Xie Changshi, who had clearly lowered his stance, he simply hummed and said, "I've heard of your great name for a long time."
Xie Changshi suddenly remembered that he had once mocked Lin Qi by saying that he had heard of his great name for a long time.
I just don't know whether the term "I've heard of your name for a long time" is good or bad in Fengsi.
Judging from Fengsi’s attitude…it should be a good word.
He smiled at Feng Si, then walked over to Rong Jing's side, naturally taking the young man's hand. He continued, "I heard from Jing that you want to go out for a midnight snack? I asked my assistant to book a restaurant. Would you mind, Senior Brother Feng Si?"
Feng Si didn't refuse: "Let's go."
…
Considering that it was late at night and eating too much greasy food was not good for the body, and Feng Si's ethereal image was really not suitable for sitting in a barbecue stall to eat barbecue, so Special Assistant Song rarely did not consider Rong Jing's usual preferences and chose a porridge shop.
In the private room, Rong Jing took a sip of seafood porridge, squinted his eyes in satisfaction, then turned his head and asked Xie Changshi in a low voice: "Xie Changshi, is your porridge delicious?"
Xie Changshi, who saw through the little zombie's inner thoughts, took the initiative to scoop a spoonful of porridge and passed it to Rong Jing's lips. Rong Jing snatched the spoon away in one gulp. Just as he was praising the light porridge for its good taste, Feng Si, who was sitting opposite him, raised his eyelids and asked, "Is it so delicious?"
Rong Jing: "...It's, it's okay."
Feng Si: "Then drink slowly."
He finished the casserole porridge in a few mouthfuls, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and then put all his thoughts on Xie Changshi.
What had been unspoken during their previous meeting finally came out now: "When the ancestor returned to Xuantian Temple and told us that A Jing had found a master for himself, we were all very surprised. We all wanted to go down the mountain to see what kind of face your master had that would attract him at first sight."
Before Xie Changshi could speak, Rong Jing looked at Feng Si in surprise, but when she noticed the other person's eyes looking at her, she quickly lowered her head to eat her porridge.
——He was just simply surprised.
His uncle Feng Si rarely spoke such a long sentence except for serious matters.
Well, maybe for Uncle Fengsi, his business is the real business?
Rong Jing was delighted when she realized this and quickly fed herself another spoonful of porridge.
Beside him, although Xie Changshi had never been with Feng Si, Rong Jing had always said the words "Uncle Feng Si" in those days, and he could barely outline Feng Si's appearance and personality from Rong Jing's description.
Therefore, he knew very well why Feng Si spoke so long.
He put down the spoon, his back still straight as always, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "It's my honor that Jing likes me."
Feng Si sneered and thought to himself that he was quite good at talking.
"I think so too." Feng Si continued without hesitation, "Although Ah Jing has always lived in the mountains and has not spent much time with humans, he is not very cunning and is innocent and kind-hearted—"
Before he could finish his words, Rong Jing felt embarrassed.
His uncle Feng Si is quite good at praising him.
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Xie Changshi gently pinched his fingers through the tablecloth, as if to express his agreement with Feng Si's words.
Rong Jing coughed lightly and whispered, "Uncle Master, stop praising me."
Feng Si: "I don't plan to continue praising you."
Rong Jing: “…”
Feng Si glanced at him and continued, "But he has his own skills in fortune-telling, and the ancestor also recognizes you, so I'm not worried that you will treat him badly."
After a pause, he added, "Of course, if you lose your mind someday, I wouldn't mind splitting your brain and pouring out the water."
Rong Jing: “…”
Si Liu: “…”
As expected, it’s still Feng Si, not giving anyone any face at all.
Si Liu muttered in his heart, his eyes rolled, and he also joined in: "I will chop it together with you."
Feng Si didn't bother to pay attention to him and stared at Xie Changshi without letting go. The latter suppressed his smile and said softly, "Don't worry, this day will never come."
"Then you'd better keep your word." Feng Si said calmly, "After all, I am a man of my words."
"Of course." Xie Changshi nodded.
In fact, if Lu Yunji were present at this moment, he would definitely tell Feng Si that there was no need to worry at all.
He had known Xie Changshi for such a long time, and he knew best that Xie Changshi was both ruthless and loyal.
Rong Jing lay in the coffin for twelve years, but all the belongings left by Rong Jing during that short year were well preserved by Xie Changshi.
Rong Jing felt that the atmosphere seemed a bit serious. Seeing that Feng Si didn't intend to say anything after Xie Changshi nodded, he took the initiative to speak.
"Uncle Master, can you tell me what happened in Xuantian Temple over the years? I had my fortune told after I woke up, and the Grandmaster told me not to look for Grandpa Taixu."
Feng Si wasn't the least bit surprised by Rong Jing's topic. He had nothing to hide at the moment, so he spoke frankly, "Not long after you fell asleep, Xuantian Temple received news that the dragon vein connecting the Jiangyang, Nanling, and Anqing mountain ranges had been destroyed. The situation was urgent, and most people headed for the dragon vein. However, things aren't always that simple. Restoring the dragon vein is difficult, and there are also those rats in the gutter who show up from time to time to cause trouble. It's understandable that the Grandmaster didn't ask you to come to us."
After all, Rong Jing is a junior in their Taoist temple. He has not been there for long and his abilities are not as strong as those of other old guys.
If he had met Meng Ming, Ling Xiao and his group at that time, his life would most likely have been in danger.
Rong Jing originally thought that there were many conspiracies and intrigues behind this, but he didn't expect the reason to be so simple.
But the reason is simple, but the matter is difficult to accomplish.
He couldn't help but ask, "Hasn't the dragon vein been repaired yet?"
Feng Si: "No, but most of it has been repaired."
Hearing their conversation, Xie Changshi suddenly remembered something. He asked, "Was the catastrophic disaster that occurred in Nanling ten years ago caused by the dragon vein?"
The catastrophic disaster Xie Changshi was referring to was the Nanling earthquake. With its epicenter in Nanling, its radiating impact reached far beyond the borders of the world, making it a truly horrific natural disaster. However, as shocking as the Nanling earthquake's magnitude was, it actually caused relatively few casualties.
Because before the disaster, the government organized the evacuation of people very quickly.
Therefore, even after many years, rumors still circulated that some "professionals" had predicted the disaster, shrouding the disaster in mystery. Unexpectedly, ten years later, Xie Changshi unexpectedly confirmed the truth.
Feng Si didn't expect Xie Changshi to react so quickly. He nodded and said, "Well, the natural disasters in those years were almost all caused by the destruction of the dragon veins. It's been much better in recent years."
Feng Si said, pushed the chair away and stood up, gently rubbing Rong Jing's head: "Don't worry, we will solve the problem."
Hearing Feng Si say this, Rong Jing thought of what the old man of the Chi Bai family said: Even if the sky falls, they, a group of old guys, will still hold it up.
He looked at Feng Si and retorted softly, "But I have to grow up too. Sooner or later, I will become someone else's senior brother or uncle."
"You're right, but not now." Feng Si slowed down his voice. "At your age, you should live the life you deserve. The burden of Xuantian Temple will be placed on your shoulders one day, and it will be useless for you to refuse then."
"It's getting late, go back and rest early."
"What about you?" Rong Jing looked at him eagerly, "Are you still staying in Yancheng?"
Rong Jing hadn't seen Feng Si in twelve years, so he naturally hoped Feng Si would stay in Yancheng if possible. However, after listening to what Feng Si had said, he also knew that Feng Si had a heavy responsibility and could not live a leisurely life like him.
But Rong Jing didn't expect Feng Si's answer to be so unexpected: "I will stay in Yancheng for the time being."
Rong Jing's eyes suddenly lit up.
Feng Si did not hide it from him: "I am going to visit the sects and the Heavenly Master Alliance in Yancheng."
"Where do you live, uncle?"
When Rong Jing asked, Xie Changshi readily said, "If Senior Uncle Feng Si doesn't mind, you can live in the house under my name."
When Rong Jing heard this, her eyes lit up and she quickly tugged at Feng Si's sleeve. The meaning in her eyes was quite clear - just say you don't mind.
Feng Si knew that Xie Changshi was showing off, so there was naturally no reason for him to refuse.
What's more, he is quite poor.
"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Xie."
"You're welcome."
…
Xie Changshi prepared another house in Yunjiang Bay for Feng Si.
If it wasn't so late and they could get up and have breakfast in a few hours, Rong Jing would have liked to pull Xie Changshi over to sit with them.
Back at their large flat, Rong Jing poked Xie Changshi's lower back with her finger: "I didn't even know you had a second house here."
Xie Changshi turned around and hugged him.
Rong Jing was startled by the sudden feeling of being lifted into the air, then naturally wrapped her legs around his waist: "Why are you hugging me all of a sudden?"
"You're not allowed to hug me?" Xie Changshi asked with a smile, then answered Rong Jing's first question, "Yunjiangwan was originally a property under Xie's Real Estate. It's normal for me to have two units."
Actually, it was because the view from the other apartment was slightly different from the one they were living in now. Xie Changshi had spent a long time deciding when he first reserved the apartment, feeling that Rong Jing would like both. Then, he suddenly realized that there was no need to choose at all; after all, he could have them all.
Later, when Rong Jing came to Yunjiang Bay and saw that he liked to look at the foggy river view, Xie Changshi did not mention changing houses.
After listening to Xie Changshi's speech, Rong Jing nodded and gave an affirmative reply: "As expected of Mr. Xie."
Xie Changshi laughed.
After putting him in the bathroom, Xie Changshi patted the boy's waist and said softly, "Take a shower first."
Rong Jing looked over his shoulder at the clock hanging on the wall. The second hand was ticking silently, so he blinked and asked Xie Changshi, "Do you want to shower together?"
"Are you sure?" When the man lowered his eyes and asked these three words, his narrow eyes were as deep as the moonless night tonight, and like an abyss with no end in sight, which could easily suck Rong Jing in.
Rong Jing, who had originally invited Xie Changshi to take a shower together simply because she thought it was getting late, now realized the danger was approaching. She shook her head decisively and smiled adorably, "Then you better wait a moment. I'll be there soon, dear!"
Fearlessly imitating the way Xie Changshi used to treat her in the past, she rubbed Xie Changshi's head, feeling the slight itch of the soft short hair brushing against her palm. Rong Jing rushed into the bathroom like a rabbit whose tail was stepped on, slammed the door shut, and locked it neatly.
Xie Changshi's long fingers fell on his hair, recalling the sudden disappearance of the warmth above his head. He then looked at the vague shadow behind the door, his gaze fell on the wardrobe beside him, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.
At the same time, Rong Jing, who had just taken off her clothes and let the water from the shower head rush down, suddenly opened her eyes.
Wait, did he forget his pajamas?
My eyes turned to the clothes rack on one side, and it was indeed empty.
A few minutes later, the shower turned off and a head cautiously poked out from behind the door. Rong Jing subconsciously looked for Xie Changshi's figure, but he didn't need to look for him at all, as he noticed a shadow falling in front of him.
He slowly raised his eyes and saw Xie Changshi looking at him with a smile on his face, and he was holding his pajamas in his hand.
Xie Changshi raised his hand and asked, "Looking for pajamas?"
Rong Jing: “…”
I'm so angry. I'm always controlled by Xie Changshi.
Rong Jing decisively chose the latter option, choosing between withdrawing his head and uttering harsh words. His eyes shone darkly as he threatened, "Give it to me, or I'll call Senior Uncle Feng Si and complain, saying you're bullying me."
Xie Changshi couldn't help laughing: "Baby, maybe your phone is here with me too."
Rong Jing: “…”
Okay, it seems so.
Since threatening words didn't work, Rong Jing decided to resort to other tactics. He blinked his dark eyes and began to act coquettishly, "Mr. Xie, can you give me my pajamas?"
"Of course, but baby, have you thought of something to exchange for it?"
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