Lu Enxi just said that Yun Hanwen was in the United States, and Teng Mengmei was like an old beast whose scales had been touched. Her murderous aura was not as strong as when she was young, but her majesty over the years was still there, and the thin flames in her eyes were enough to silence the people around her.
Dare to speak.
Seeing that his master was angry, the little boy carefully moved a chair that was too big and too heavy for him and waited silently with his hands lowered.
It seems that he knows his master's temper very well.
Teng Mengmei sat down slowly, holding the crutch in his hand tightly. The veins on the back of his hand oozed out from the skin, like a green snake that was about to break out of the ground.
Si Bo Nian looked at Lu Enxi quietly. Fortunately, her mental quality was not that bad and she would not be frightened stupidly.
Lu Enxi picked up the tea on the table and held it with both hands, "Mr. Teng, please moisturize your throat."
Teng Mengmei's face was livid, she did not take the tea cup, but asked in a colder voice, "What is he doing in the United States?"
Lu Enxi said softly, "Mr. Yun inherited your mantle and opened a traditional Chinese medicine clinic to treat people with traditional Chinese medicine. My relatives were cured by him, otherwise I would have died long ago."
"Hmph! Mantle? Use the skills of our ancestors to show courtesy to the foreign devils!"
There was endless regret in his tone, as if he wished he could turn back time and never accept Yun Hanwen as his apprentice.
Lu Enxi understood that the old man was an angry disciple who immigrated overseas. It seemed that the problem was not a big one. "Old Teng is right. How can our five thousand years of Chinese cultural and medical treasures be spread to foreign countries to treat them?"
These words followed his anger, and he finally got a response, "He treated your relatives? What kind of disease?"
Lu Enxi secretly said that he was lucky that the old man did not continue to dwell on that matter. "Due to some special encounters, they suffered from serious mental illness, especially insomnia, which almost caused them to collapse. Fortunately, Mr. Yun took action and saved them."
Therefore, I trust our own medicine more than Western medicine."
Si Bonian's face looked cold.
Mr. Teng picked up the lid of the cup, brushed off the top layer of tea leaves, and took a sip. The inverted scales on his body were smoothed down, and his arrogance weakened, "You don't have to flatter me, I won't see a doctor today."
This...rejection...
Si Boyian frowned.
Seeing Lu Enxi fawning over her, he felt very unhappy and resisted the urge to pull her away before speaking.
When Lu Enxi saw that Si Bo Nian couldn't hold back his temper, he hurriedly said, "The old man lives here. The beautiful scenery and clear waters are refreshing and refreshing. I have wanted to come to Bincheng for a long time, but I didn't expect that the foggy mountains are more spectacular than in the travel promotion videos."
Beautiful, it seems like the trip was worth it!"
Si Bo Nian frowned, this woman is really good at breaking up things.
Teng Mengmei's hale eyes looked out into the distance through the door. There was only an outline of the mountain, which seemed to be inhabited by something. His eyes were blank, "Wisty Mountain..."
That deep groan contains the sigh that Wushan is not a cloud.
Lu Enxi thought that Wushan must have a story about the old man.
She did not give up and continued the conversation, "Lao Teng must have climbed it many times when he was young, right? How is the scenery on the mountain?"
Teng Laoyan looked at her, "How is the scenery? You can tell by looking at it?"
The tone was very aggressive.
After saying that, he put down the teacup and said to his young disciple, "Master, I'm tired. Don't disturb me."
The little boy hurriedly served him and accompanied him into his residence in the backyard.
People left, and the empty old house gave off a quiet smell of decay.
Si Boyian said coldly, "Since he doesn't want to see a doctor, there's no need to ask him."
If I had known that he would react like this, how could Mr. Si, who always asked for nothing from others, accept such a cold reception? "Now that I'm here, I can't just go back without success? The more he doesn't want to see it, the more I let him see it. That way
Only then can I feel a sense of accomplishment.”
Si Bo Nian was sitting on a solid wooden chair. The limited light in the room made his clothes darker and his face paler, so the sneer was particularly prominent, "Do you just like to be belittled?"
In other words, he wanted to say, Lu Enxi, are you shaking your head?
Lu Enxi was furious, "I told you before I came here that Mr. Teng has a temper. This is a common problem among geniuses. You think you are good, but look at you now, you are not much better than him."
Si Bo Nian raised the corners of his lips leisurely, "Is this a compliment to me?"
Lu Enxi said with a straight face, "Whatever you think."
No need to think about it, he accepted it.
After a while, the little boy came out. He had a small aura but a strong aura, and said firmly, "Master doesn't want to see a doctor. You can go out."
How could Lu Enxi go out easily? It was so difficult for her to come in. "Little master, how old are you?"
This is a very lame and commonly used conversation starter. Basically, nine out of ten children will ask this question subconsciously.
The little boy arrived, "Nine and a half years old."
Lu Enxi rolled his eyes, "Do you know martial arts? You look very powerful."
After all, he is a child, so he felt a little embarrassed to be praised, "Master said that practicing martial arts will strengthen your body."
That's it.
Lu Enxi's eyes half turned, and he pointed at Si Baonian with a smile, "Tell you, this big brother has also learned martial arts, and he is very good at it. Do you want to compare with him?"
Si Boyian: "..."
The little boy looked at his injured arm and said with a wrinkled face, "I don't bully the wounded. Master said martial arts is not for fighting, let alone bullying the weak."
Oh my God, you are so weak? This is probably the worst time Si Bo Nian has ever been hacked.
Lu Enxi could hardly hold back her laughter until her face became sour, "Even though he is injured, you may not be able to beat him. If you don't believe me, let's make a bet?"
The little boy looked at the tall Si Bo Nian again, "What are you betting on? Master said he won't see a doctor, and I won't help you convince him."
Lu Enxi smiled innocently, "Has your master ever told you the story of Wushan? Is it related to him, or have you been to the mountain together?"
The little boy nodded, and then said defensively, "I won't tell you."
"It's okay if you don't tell me. You can beat him."
The provocative method seems to work well for everyone, and children are no exception.
So, the little boy straightened his arms, stepped forward, and said in a dignified manner, "Please."
Si Bo Nian frowned and said helplessly, "Lu Enxi, huh?"
Lu Enxi held her chin innocently and watched the fun, "Don't be so stingy, just treat it like a competition with children."
She believed that Si Baonian, who could break a wooden door with one kick, would never lose to a nine-year-old child.
But she didn't expect that Si Bo Nian would win so easily!
It only took three moves, but the little boy was restrained by him with one hand, as if tied with ropes, unable to move.
The little boy struggled several times and had to admit that his skills were inferior to others, "I lost."
Somewhat unwilling, but very upright.
Si Bo Nian relaxed and let go, his body standing tall.
Lu Enxi looked at her in surprise, with only a line often found in martial arts novels in his mind: What a handsome kung fu!
She thought Si Bo Nian would knock someone down due to the disparity in strength, but she didn't expect that he was able to show off his moves with ease and grace, and his skills were no less than those of the great masters in the movies.