The old Taoist received the task assigned by Xiao Feng and was about to leave when Xiao Feng suddenly stopped him again.
"Second Master, I want to give you a task, and it's quite urgent. No one can handle this task except you."
Since the old Taoist followed Xiao Feng and became the second master of the world view, Xiao Feng has always wanted to repay him. Unfortunately, Xiao Feng only asked him to take the blame for the "Cangjie Heavenly Book" once and go to Liujiazhuang to play tricks.
Did he ever do anything serious?
Seeing Xiao Feng being entrusted with important tasks one after another today, I couldn't help but feel happy: "If you have anything to say, sir, just give me your orders. Why are you so polite to me?"
Xiao Feng smiled bitterly and said, "I want you to steal something for me."
The old Taoist suddenly turned into a bitter face and looked at Xiao Feng pitifully. What he probably meant was: Sir, are you redeeming my life just so that I can have sex for nothing in the future? You are so uncouth!
Xiao Feng didn't know that the old Taoist would rather chop off his hands than steal again. However, although he learned a few tricks from the old Taoist, he was still far from being a master thief and couldn't do it himself.
What's more, the other party must be extremely protective of the thing he wants to steal this time. Not to mention himself, even an experienced person doesn't know if he can successfully succeed!
Xiao Feng hardened his heart: "Last time you helped Yan Shifan steal it! How come I can't do it anymore?"
Anyway, you have lost your virginity. Could it be that the monk can touch it but I can’t?
The old man was extremely aggrieved: "Yan Shifan threatened me with the children! Sir, you wouldn't threaten me with the children, right?"
Xiao Feng sighed, this is how honest people suffer! They are always kidnapped by morality! He looked at the old man and nodded sincerely.
"I'm threatening you with children. If you steal this thing, many children will not have to die. If you don't steal it, these children will die sooner or later."
After a pleasant negotiation with the old man - at least Xiao Feng was very happy - he went to visit Zhan Feiyun again.
Zhan Feiyun's injury was indeed serious. He was lying on the bed recuperating, with chicken soup and medicine brought to him by the agents from the Criminal Department.
As soon as Xiao Feng walked into the room, Zhan Feiyun immediately opened his eyes alertly, and when he saw it was Xiao Feng, he quickly sat up.
"Mr. Xiao, why are you here? It's such a mess here, it makes me laugh. If you need anything, just call me."
Xiao Feng privately looked at this house. It had no yard, faced the street, and was very close to the Yamen of the Ministry of Justice. It was very convenient for going to work.
"Rent or buy?"
Zhan Feiyun smiled: "It's a rental. I don't have a family, so there is no need to buy it."
"The chicken soup is almost cold. Let's talk while you drink it."
Zhan Feiyun didn't hesitate, picked up the chicken soup, drank it in three sips and put it down: "Sir, you came to me, do you have something to give me?"
Xiao Feng looked at his hands: "Don't you take these gloves off when you sleep?"
Zhan Feiyun nodded: "I'm used to it, but it feels awkward to take it off. Fortunately, these gloves are very thin and breathable, so I can wash them directly when I wash my hands."
"If I remember correctly, you have fought against the White Lotus Sect three times in total. The first time was when the medicine seller was shooting arrows outside the city and was discovered by you and An Qingyue.
The second time was when you were a follower and you rescued Qiu Luan during the peace talks, and yesterday was the third time when you rounded up the medicine sellers. I didn't notice it before, but you worked hard these three times."
Zhan Feiyun was stunned, lowered his head and said: "This is a humble duty, for the court, for the people, for..."
"The lay disciple who was beaten to death by the descendants of Daliao in the Shaolin Temple was your grandfather?"
Zhan Feiyun took a deep breath: "Sir, not many people know about this matter. I wonder where you learned about it?"
Xiao Feng told what happened last night at the Shishi Temple. Zhan Feiyun raised his eyebrows, quite surprised.
"Your Excellency, you actually took back the black gold thread? I didn't expect Thousand Arms Tathagata to be so knowledgeable. He also knew such secret things.
To be honest with you, the senior who fought against the descendants of the masters of the Liao Dynasty was the uncle of the humble official, but his gloves have been cut off, so these gloves are worn on the hands of the humble official."
Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "Why did the incense break? Is it related to the White Lotus Sect?"
Zhan Feiyun laughed miserably and said, "Yes, a few years after that man broke off his arm and ran away, the Yuan Dynasty was overthrown and Taizu ascended the throne. I thought the world was peaceful, but who knew that the White Lotus Sect started to rebel again with great momentum.
At that time, my uncle's family was arrested by the White Lotus Sect, and no one came back. My uncle's descendants buried the gloves in the yard, and my father later found them.
The Zhan family and the White Lotus Sect have been entangled in grudges for generations. They despised their jobs and followed you wholeheartedly. It was also after they returned from your poisoning and learned what happened to you that you believed that you would eradicate the White Lotus Sect."
This was a heartfelt statement. Xiao Feng thought about it and found that it was indeed true. Before he went out to fight, Zhan Feiyun was only polite to him, but he was not very supportive.
But after he came back from being poisoned, Zhan Feiyun behaved very actively in all aspects, even supporting himself at the cost of offending Liu Tai. It turned out that the root cause was here.
Xiao Feng patted him on the shoulder: "How old are you? Why haven't you gotten married yet?"
"Beizhi is twenty-five years old. Since the death of my uncle and grandfather, my family has kept their names anonymous. Beizhi's surname is also that of my mother.
I don’t know why the people of the White Lotus Sect are so vengeful. Although my uncle and grandpa were victorious, they were forced by the situation. The man broke his hand, and my uncle and grandpa also lost his life.
But no matter what, I don't want to start a family, because my gloves are my identity and I can't hide it. I don't want my wife and children to live in fear with me."
Xiao Feng nodded: "Looking at your usual energy, I thought you were thirty-five. Don't be so boring in the future and live a happy life."
Look at Zhan Yu, An Qingyue, Zhang Wuxin, they are all the same age, and they are much happier than you."
An Qingyue was not happy. She was crying and smashing things in her house. An Si and his wife shook their heads and sighed, at a loss.
"Why don't you let me marry Senior Brother Zhang? Why! You all said it was okay before!"
An Sizheng said helplessly: "You also know what we said before. Zhang Wuxin was not like this at that time. He is now, well, what do you want dad to say?"
"I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, what's wrong with him now, he's just as good now! His kung fu is even higher than before, did you know?"
"What's the use of his high kung fu? Look at how many children he made cry when he went out on the street! Do you know what people call him now? God of Death! Is this a good name? Look at his
Full of murderous intent!"
"What's wrong with the God of Killing? Wu Song is also the God of Killing! Isn't it good to be Wu Song? Is it better to be Wu Dalang?"
Water Margin was written at the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty. It was already quite popular at this time. When the wife heard that An Qingyue used such an inappropriate metaphor, she quickly sighed.
"You're such a crazy girl. You want to be Pan Jinlian? You want to be Pan Jinlian? I'll have a few words with Xiaoyue."
An Si was going out with a sigh, and his wife even drove away the maid. Then she pulled An Qingyue to sit on the edge of the bed and asked in a low voice.
"I'm telling you, it doesn't matter if a man is ugly or handsome. What really worries me is that people say that Zhang Wuxin now feels half human, half ghost, half yin and half yang. Mom is worried that, well, he's not going to die."
Huh? An Qingyue frowned and thought for a while before she understood what her mother was referring to. She couldn't help but want to refute her, but she didn't know how to refute her.
She doesn’t know if Zhang Wuxin can do it! She has never asked or tried it! What should she say? She can’t lie to her mother and say, don’t worry, I tried it, he can do it, right?
?ap.
The issue reached a deadlock here, and An Qingyue and her mother were speechless until An Sizheng's flattering voice sounded from the front.
"Hey Master Xiao, what kind of wind has brought you here? Please come in quickly, serve tea, serve tea!"
Xiao Feng smiled and said: "What kind of wind? Pillow wind. Xiaoxue told me last night that An Qingyue needed my help and insisted on letting me come to your house."
As soon as An Sizheng heard this, he knew why Xiao Feng came. He really didn't want to offend Xiao Feng, but this matter was related to his daughter's lifelong happiness. As a father, he must hold on.
"Master Xiao, it's not that I'm a low-ranking official and I don't know what's good for me. Zhang Wuxin is a good boy, but he's like this, and I feel really unsure. What if Xiaoyue follows him and regrets it?"
Xiao Feng looked at An Sizheng and deeply understood his old father's worry. He gently patted An Sizheng on the shoulder.
"Lao An, it is a fact that Zhang Wuxin is full of murderous intent. He is a man who crawled back from hell. How could he not have murderous intent in him?
But is it dangerous if there is murderous intent? Is it safe if there is no murderous intent? Look at whether I have murderous intent in me. I'm afraid I've killed as many people as Zhang Wuxin."
An Si was shivering. Xiao Feng's words sounded sincere, but why was there a wave of cold air rushing towards his face?
"What the adults said is true. It's just that Zhang Wuxin is like a piece of wood and Xiaoyue has such a fiery personality. I'm afraid that their personalities won't get along in the future and they won't have anything to say."
Xiao Feng shook his head helplessly: "Lao An, you have some misunderstandings about Zhang Wuxin. If you are free, come and stay at my house for two days.
Do you know that now that Zhang Wuxin talks to your daughter, we all want to cover our ears and run away?
I can guarantee that the most touching and shameful words you and your wife have ever said in your life are not as good as their everyday earthy love words! Are you still worried that they will have nothing to say in the future?"
An Sizheng was speechless. At this time, An Qingyue lowered her head and walked out with her mother. Mrs. An greeted Xiao Feng and spoke gracefully, completely ignoring An Qingyue's blushing face and pulling hard.
He held her hand and was so anxious that he almost cried.
"Master Xiao, my master respects you like a god, and Xiaoyue has always treated you as a relative. I believe you will not only care about your brotherly relationship with Zhang Wuxin, but ignore Xiaoyue's happiness."
Xiao Feng nodded, everything you said is right, but if you want to say that An Qingyue has always treated me as a relative, it is a bit too much. Even if he is a relative, at most he feels like an ex-brother-in-law. I will curse a few words when I think of it.
"So the master and I want to ask Xiaoyue something that she can't ask. Can Zhang Wuxin be the son-in-law to continue the family relationship between the Zhang family and the An family?"
If you are a stupid person, the focus of listening to these words at this time must be that the son-in-law comes to the door, either to express his position for others, or to turn around and go back to ask him if he wants to do it.
But is Xiao Feng that kind of stupid person? He accurately heard the emphasis of Mrs. An's logic. Whether he can be a son-in-law, pay attention to "can", not "willing to".
Generally speaking, when asking someone about becoming a son-in-law, you should ask them "if they are willing" rather than "can they". The word "can" is used here, which seems to be slightly inappropriate, but it is
The significance is far-reaching.
In particular, Mrs. An was worried that Xiao Feng was not smart enough. She also specifically added at the end that she would continue the family relationship between the Zhang family and the An family. The meaning was very clear. The son-in-law who came to the house was not the important point. The important thing was to continue the family relationship!
So, can Zhang Wuxin do it? Xiao Feng also fell into deep thought.
Although he had taken off Zhang Wuxin's clothes after taking medicine before, he would not have any experience to judge Zhang Wuxin's abilities. What's more, Zhang Wuxin was still a complete handsome guy at that time, but now he is half withered and half prosperous.
It's killing Matt.
But this matter could not trouble Xiao Feng. He smiled at Mrs. An and said, "I will give you a definite answer to this matter tomorrow."
On the way home, An Qingyue's face was as red as a big apple that was not widely known at this time. She wanted to ask Xiao Feng several times how to help her, but she always couldn't open her mouth.
This bastard always makes people stunned when he does things. Could it be that he wanted to get married to Zhang Wuxin tonight? No way, wouldn't that be a sneak attack on his parents?
But then again, he himself has been sneak-attacked several times, and now he wants to follow the same pattern and sneak-attack others, which seems understandable.
But she wasn't ready yet. Xiaoxue even said she wanted to teach her a few moves, but she just talked about it without practicing it, which made people seriously doubt that she might even know it...
An Qingyue's fierce psychological struggle came to an abrupt end at the door of her home. Xiao Feng waved to Zhang Wuxin, who was practicing swordplay crazily on the playground alone because of the loss of Yu Dayou.
"Wu Xin, I have to go to Chunyan Tower to do some errands. Please accompany me there.
.An Qingyue is looking after the house, so there needs to be a master at home to feel at ease."
An Qingyue nodded knowingly, and was quite smug about being recognized as a master. When Xiao Feng and Zhang Wuxin were both far away, she suddenly jumped up.