Ximen Wuhen frowned and moved his hands. I quickly shook my head at him. 'An Daxia' has a good reputation, so it's normal for someone to impersonate him.

There is no shortage of people in the world who use other people's names to defraud people.

Teaching them a lesson is a waste of time. This person's martial arts skills and weapons are average, so he won't be able to cause any big trouble.

The other residents were very interested in him and invited him to drink and sit down to chat.

The people present were not that stupid. They believed him when he said he was Daxia An.

Asking him to sit down and chat is just to trick him.

We had finished our meal by this time, but the waiter got angry because we refused to leave, saying that we were occupying the table and preventing them from making money.

The waiter in this store is very snobbish and very "outspoken" about his snobbery, so much so that he almost stabbed his face with "asking for money".

Ximen Wuhen wanted to smash up the store, but I stopped him.

Yue Nanxiang tugged at the corner of my clothes, and Xiaojiao gave me a puzzled look.

One wanted to watch the fun, and the other didn't understand why I was silent and didn't expose that person's lies.

I took out the money and put it on the table. The waiter took away the bowls and chopsticks and put on the dried fruit platter.

The clerk will laugh when he sees the money, and he will make a fool of himself if he doesn't give the money.

Spending money in an inn is like filling a bottomless pit.

The fruit plate is made of gold wire, and the dried fruits inside are also valuable.

While Yue Nanxiang was eating, she turned to stare at the fake An Daxia and listened to him chatting with the guests at other tables.

Yunzhou only cares about eating and still doesn't care about anything else.

Ximen Wuhen took out his dagger and wiped it repeatedly. He had never seen this dagger used before. It was a top-quality weapon, but his martial arts skills were so high that he no longer needed to use it.

It would be okay if he wiped it normally, but he wiped it in a very high-profile manner and raised the dagger to his eyes. He is not short-sighted, so there is no need to be so close, so there is only one possibility, he wants others to see it!

Are you showing off your weapons?

Who are you showing off your wealth to?

It’s hard for me to follow the rhythm of Master Ximen’s brain circuit.

After wiping the blade, he began to clean the scabbard, especially the gems inlaid on the scabbard.

At this time, 'An Daxia' was telling the other residents about his heroic deeds, how he single-handedly challenged the eighteen masters of Reaching for Stars and Fishing for the Moon, and won easily, and how he punished the bullies in Huaicheng and made the Fu family rich

Help the common people as much as possible.

This also explains why he wore ordinary clothes and ordinary weapons, because he gave all the money to the people and kept nothing for himself.

When he said this, I finally became somewhat interested and secretly observed everyone's reactions, including the guys.

It is really difficult to sit in a crowd and observe secretly, and it is not in line with my previous professional habits.

In other words, it is not in line with the original professional instinct.

The events he mentioned all really happened, but he didn't know the details. He was betting that others didn't know either and had a chance to get away with it.

I also want to know if anyone knows the real details, so I pay close attention to everyone's emotional changes.

I can't hide in the dark and observe like a secret guard, so I use my powers to observe secretly.

This is 'darker' than the dark guard's method.

‘An Daxia’ spoke brilliantly, as if he had actually experienced those scenes personally.

If he had really experienced it, he should recognize us.

The fact that he didn't have any mood swings when he saw us means that he doesn't know us.

The guy who poured the tea and filled the water had the biggest reaction. He didn't show it at all, which meant there was something wrong with him.

He suppressed his excitement, added water to the pot with an expressionless face, and then carried the kettle to the kitchen.

After a while, the owner of the inn came forward in person and put a new table of sumptuous food and wine for ‘An Daxia’.

He also toasted An Daxia with a glass of wine and praised him in front of everyone as a great chivalrous person who eliminates harm for the people.

It also promises that all purchases made by 'An Daxia' in the store will be free of charge.

The boss arranged a room for him with the same specifications as ours.

It's right next door to my room, our room is opposite to Ximen Wuhen's room, and 'An Daxia' lives next door to me.

Except for the big events that happened in the north, the detailed information about ‘An Daxia’ and An Quan Villa, this deck of heroes is all made up.

He said that Anquan Villa was in the Jiu Shuang Kingdom. He was a descendant of the ancient royal family and his ancestors lived there when the Jiu Shuang Kingdom did not exist.

Someone mentioned his medical skills, and he said that he was a close disciple of the Emperor of Medicine.

If the Medicine Emperor were alive, he would be almost two hundred years old. He really dared to make it up.

Everyone knows the reputation of the Medicine King, and people in the world say that he has the secret method of immortality.

He himself has indeed 'disappeared' and no one has seen him 'dead'.

And many years after he disappeared, some people said they encountered him by chance in a certain mountain.

There are often rumors like this, but there is no way to prove their authenticity.

So some people believed that the Medicine Emperor was not dead and that he had obtained the secret of immortality.

There are also people who are looking for him everywhere, just to get the magic of immortality.

'An Daxia' claims to be his closed disciple, but like those rumors, there is no way to verify the authenticity.

Some people may think that what he said is too mysterious, so mysterious that it cannot be believed.

The more mysterious something someone says, the more he believes it.

Among the guests was an old man with a gray beard who wanted to ask "An Daxia" to diagnose his illness.

He is willing to pay any amount of money as long as he can be cured.

I took a special look at the old man. He was indeed sick. He had something growing in his body. To use modern scientific description, it was gastric polyps and intestinal polyps.

No matter how much money he is willing to say such words, I thought he was suffering from a terminal illness.

'An Daxia' immediately diagnosed his pulse and declared that he did not treat diseases and save people for money, but only for doing good deeds.

He hummed a few times and nodded while humming, and all the residents around him looked at him curiously.

"It can be cured. It's a minor problem." He smiled slightly and took out a pill from his arms.

The old man took it and stuffed a banknote into the arms of 'An Daxia'.

After breakfast time, everyone returns to their rooms to rest or go out to do errands.

When 'An Daxia' moved into the small building next to me, we left first, and he hurriedly caught up with us.

His goal was clear, he stopped Xiaojiao directly, bowed politely, and then said that he was a kind-hearted doctor and could not bear to see patients sick without knowing it.

If you delay the opportunity for treatment, you will regret it for the rest of your life.

Xiaojiao was not happy with his behavior of pretending to be 'Daxia An', but when he came up and said she was 'sick', she became even more angry, glared at him fiercely, snorted and said nothing.

"Sir, we don't want to buy anything, thank you." I stopped him from following the salesman in a tone of rejection.

He looked insulted, threw his hands away angrily, and said angrily: "I kindly reminded your sister to treat her illness as soon as possible, but you humiliated me like this."

"She's not sick." As a person with healing powers, how can I not know who is sick?

"I am the descendant of Yao Huang, how could I be mistaken? May I ask the girl who she studied under?"

"I don't have a master, but my medical skills are similar to those of the Medicine King."

His eyes widened in disbelief. Of course, he was not surprised at my superb medical skills, but at my arrogance.

The reputation of the Medicine King in this world has surpassed that of a normal doctor.

There are many legends about him, which are somewhat mythical.

Even among the people of Yaoxian Valley, no one dares to say that they are at the same level as Yao Huang.

'An Daxia' stared at me, an arrogant unknown person, and was so angry that he didn't want to continue talking to me. He spent a long time talking about it, but couldn't find the right words to describe me, so he had to turn around and go into the house and close the door forcefully to show his dissatisfaction.

Our conversation was overheard by several people. Their attitude was the same as that of 'An Daxia'. They felt that I must be an incompetent braggart because I spoke arrogantly.

At the same time, they believed that Xiaojiao was ill and it was my arrogance that delayed her opportunity to treat her illness.

Someone wanted to say some fair words to her, but when the words came to her lips, Xiaojiao stared back.

Her eyes are bright and lively, and all emotions can be clearly expressed through her eyes.

Since I don't appreciate it, those who are watching the fun will not mind their own business.

But ‘An Daxia’ doesn’t seem to be planning to give up just like that.

The old man took his pills and his energy improved significantly. His head was no longer dizzy, his legs were no longer weak, and his energy was no longer weak.

The effect was immediate, the medicine arrived...the disease was not cured!

They made too much noise, and Yue Nanxiang opened the door again and ran to the door to watch the excitement.
To be continued...