Xiao Feng hugged Xiaoqiang and entered the villa. He saw Mr. Wen sitting on the sofa and sipping tea.
"Ah Feng, you're here, please sit down," Mr. Wen put down his teacup and nodded to Xiao Feng.
Xiao Feng put down Xiaoqiang and sat across from Mr. Wen: "Mr. Wen, I'm here today to get back my water drop jade pendant. I want to ask you something by the way."
"Xiaosanxiaosi, you take Xiaoqiang to play first while I talk to Ah Feng," Mr. Wen told Bu San Bu Si.
"Yes, old man," he said respectfully.
"Grandpa, can't I be here?" Xiaoqiang blinked his big bright eyes and asked Mr. Wen.
Mr. Wen showed a kind smile: "Xiaoqiang, there are some things that are not suitable for you to know,"
"Oh," Xiaoqiang nodded. In fact, he was a little worried. He was worried that the meeting between Xiao Feng and his grandfather would collapse and even turn against each other.
"Xiao Qiang, listen to your grandpa and go out to play, or go see your lion," Xiao Feng also said to Xiao Qiang.
Xiaoqiang hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded: "Okay, I'll come back later," and then left.
After Xiaoqiang left, Mr. Wen took out a box and placed it on the table: "Here, your water drop jade pendant,"
Xiao Feng took it over, opened it, took a look, and slowly closed it: "Mr. Wen, did you already know something?"
"Haha..." Mr. Wen smiled: "Actually, when I first saw the jade pendant on your body, I guessed something."
"Then why didn't you tell me,"
"Because you are Xiaoqiang's godbrother, because I admire you, and because I want to protect you," Mr. Wen said three reasons in a row.
Xiao Feng squinted his eyes slightly, shining brightly. He was wondering how credible Mr. Wen's three reasons were.
"The first time I met you, although you have risen, you are not yet at the level of the four major families," Mr. Wen said slowly: "Besides, I cannot guarantee that your life experience is related to the Xiao family in Yindu,"
"Then may I ask, what is the relationship between Mr. Wen and the Xiao family in Yindu?"
"I, I have a relationship with the old man of the Xiao family in Yindu,"
"It's that simple,"
"Yes, that's the truth,"
Xiao Feng stared at Mr. Wen. The older Jiang got, the more powerful he became. This old man could be in charge of the entire Wen family. He must be said to be a very strong and shrewd person.
"Whether you believe it or not, I am doing this for your own good," Mr. Wen sighed, showing a helpless smile.
"I believe it," Xiao Feng slowly said three words after a long time.
"Haha, then what I did is worth it," Mr. Wen said happily.
"Mr. Wen, I need more information about the Xiao family in Yindu,"
"Okay, I'll do my best to provide it to you,"
"Especially, Xiao Yun,"
"Oh," Mr. Wen sighed again and nodded: "That's how it is for a big family."
Xiao Feng was silent for a moment and then asked: "What choice should Mr. Wen make?"
"My choice is already clear, isn't it?" Mr. Wen asked rhetorically.
Xiao Feng nodded: "As long as I am here, no matter who wants to deal with Xiaoqiang, they are my enemies."
"Some things should be left to Xiaoqiang himself. Although he is young, he also lacks training. When this incident passes, he will truly grow up," Mr. Wen said in a deep voice.
…
Peach Blossom Alley.
"This is it," said an old man dressed as a Taoist priest, holding a fly whisk in his hand, with an air of immortality and Taoism.
Behind the old Taoist priest, stood a young man, also dressed in Taoist attire, with a green robe and black cloth shoes, but his hair was not as long, but he still managed to pull his hair into a bun.
"Master, where is this?" The young man looked at the red lacquered door and couldn't help but ask.
"This is the secluded place of my old friend. I brought you here this time mainly to get acquainted with you. Once you enter, you must follow the rules. Do you hear me?" the old Taoist shook his fly whisk.
"Yes, master," the little Taoist priest curled his lips, somewhat disapprovingly.
"You have stayed in Jiuquan for so long, have you forgotten some rules?" The old Taoist shook his whisk again and hit the little Taoist on the head.
"I don't dare, master," the little Taoist priest said aggrievedly.
The old Taoist priest didn't knock hard. He smiled, took a few steps forward, picked up the copper ring on the red lacquer door, and lightly clicked it a few times.
The red-lacquered door slowly opened, and Mr. Jing's figure appeared inside. He looked at the old Taoist priest and smiled: "Old Niubi,"
"..." When the little Taoist heard what Mr. Jing said, the corner of his mouth twitched. Who is this old man? He dared to call his master Niubi.
"The old Taoist came to visit Brother Jing Dao,"
"Okay, don't call me that," Mr. Jing waved his hand: "We'll talk about it later."
When the old Taoist priest entered, Mr. Jing closed the red lacquer door and looked at the young Taoist priest: "This is your disciple."
"No, he is my close disciple, Wu Huan," the old Taoist priest introduced.
No joy, no joy.
If Xiao Feng were here, he would be so shocked that his eyes would pop out. Isn't this the pretender who keeps a cold face all day long and then misses Sister Yu?
"Wu Huan, this is Mr. Jing," the old Taoist priest changed his title.
"Hello, Mr. Jing," Wu Huan made a Taoist greeting gesture and said respectfully.
Mr. Jing smiled and pointed to the chair: "Sit down."
"Come on, Lao Niubi. In anticipation of your arrival, I specially made some tea for you to try." Mr. Jing picked up the purple clay teapot and poured three cups of tea.
The old Taoist priest picked up the tea cup, put it between his nose and smelled it, and was shocked: "Good tea, such good tea, you can only taste it here, Taoist brother,"
"I've already said it, don't worry, it sounds awkward to me. Just call me by my name."
"Okay, Brother Mo Xian," the old Taoist priest didn't dwell on this, nodded and started to taste tea.
Wu Huan looked around with interest. He had been coming to Jiuquan for so long, and he really didn't know there was such a good place.
Peach Blossom Hutong sounds a bit familiar. Xiao Feng seems to have mentioned it before. He must have lived here before.
"Hey, you are such an experienced Taoist, why are you willing to go down the mountain?" Mr. Jing waited for the old Taoist priest to finish his tea and looked at him and asked.
"Senior Brother Huiyue has been born, so why shouldn't I come out?" the old Taoist priest said with a smile.
Mr. Jing smiled: "You are not here to persuade me, are you?"
"Brother Mo Xian, aren't you afraid of causing a bloody storm?"
"so what,"
"Hey..." The old Taoist priest shook his head, "It seems that you have made up your mind, so I can only follow the trend."
"Haha, I always thought you were cuter than that old monk Huiyue, and you are indeed so." Mr. Jing laughed: "Last time, the old monk stayed with me for a few days, chanting sutras and knocking wooden fish with me all day long. I'm so depressed,"
"Senior Brother Huiyue is the real one with great Buddha nature,"
"Okay, let's not talk about him anymore. Since you brought your close disciple here, I will also introduce my grandson to you," Mr. Jing said, picked up the phone and dialed Xiao Feng's number.
"Hey kid, where are you?"
"I'm at Wen's house, what's wrong?"
"Oh, come back, I have an old friend to introduce you to me,"
"Okay, I'll go back right away," Xiao Feng promised and hung up the phone.
Xiao Feng put away his phone and looked at Mr. Wen: "Mr. Wen, I have something to do over there. I have to go back and be busy first."
"Well, go and get busy. I'll let you know what happens in Yindu at any time,"
"Okay, thank you Mr. Wen," Xiao Feng nodded. After the detailed discussion just now, the original barriers and cracks have disappeared, and the relationship has returned to what it was before.
Xiao Feng picked up the box on the table and stood up: "Then I'll leave first,"
"Well, go say hello to Xiaoqiang, otherwise you will have to torture my old bones again,"
"Okay," Xiao Feng nodded, turned and walked towards the door.
As soon as Xiao Feng left the villa, a shadow appeared. Mr. Wen didn't even raise his head: "Continue to investigate the Xiao family, especially pay attention to Xiao Yun."
"Yes," Shadow agreed and disappeared.
As soon as Xiao Feng left the villa, he found Xiaoqiang standing at the door, wandering in circles with worry written all over his face.
"cockroach,"
"Brother Gan, you're out," Xiaoqiang heard Xiao Feng's voice, quickly turned his head and ran over quickly.
"Well, I'm leaving,"
"So fast,"
"Haha, of course, I still have some things to do over there,"
"Then have you finished talking to my grandpa?" Xiaoqiang asked anxiously.
Xiao Feng bent down and picked up Xiaoqiang, and touched his head: "Well, the conversation is over, everything is fine now,"
"Really," Xiaoqiang's eyes lit up.
Xiao Feng nodded and smiled: "Of course it's true. It's nothing at all. It's just a misunderstanding."
"That's good. I'm really afraid that Brother Gan and the Wen family will get into trouble, and I'll be sad if I'm caught in the middle," Xiaoqiang said pitifully.
"Don't worry, it won't happen,"
"Uh-huh,"
"Okay, I'm leaving first. Please be more careful and don't go out alone. Do you hear me?" Xiao Feng warned.
Xiaoqiang nodded: "Yes, I understand,"
"Call me anytime if you have anything, my godfather will always be your strong support,"
"Thank you, brother,"
"I'm leaving," Xiao Feng put down Xiaoqiang, got in the car, started the car, and left the Wen family.
After watching the A6 drive out of sight, Xiaoqiang turned around, looked at Bu San Bu Si, and said seriously: "Bu San Bu Si, from today on, we should take up the challenge,"
"Young Master, you have really decided," the silly smile on Bu San's face disappeared.
"Yes, young master, once we accept the challenge, there will be no turning back," Bu Si said in a deep voice.
A cold look flashed across Xiaoqiang's slightly immature face: "If you don't accept the challenge, I have no choice but to retreat. Also, let me say it one last time, don't call me young master, okay,"
"Yes, young master, since you want to fight, then let's fight," Bu San nodded, with determination written on his face.
Bu Si also nodded: "Young Master, we will follow you to the death,"
"Haha, my good brother, let's have some fun," Xiaoqiang sneered, turned and walked towards the villa.
At this time, he didn't look like a child under ten years old at all. He was born in the Wen family, which can be said to be lucky or unfortunate. When other children at his age were still acting coquettishly and thinking about playing with toys. At that time, he was already on the battlefield, wondering how to face the battle between family affection and power.
(The update is late, I have been revising what I wrote before...it is very painful, revising is more laborious than writing...it is an extraordinary period, please understand,)