Chapter 12 Lu Ming is of course not a good thing to read free
Cangcheng Mountain
Long distance bus station.
Yan Furui sat on the table of the restaurant opposite the station, holding a fried dough stick in his hand, but he didn't put it in his mouth. Every time a car entered the station, he looked up to confirm the license plate number to see if it was the one he wanted to wait for.
That one.
Xiao Wafang sat opposite him, holding a spoon in his little hand, and put the tofu paste in the bowl into his mouth one spoonful at a time.
Yan Furui looked at him occasionally, as if he saw himself when he was a child. Back then, the master sat across the table and looked at him like this. When he was full, the master was also full.
Children's appetite is always immeasurable.
After a while, Xiao Wafang had eaten up a large bowl full of tofu. He licked his tongue and looked at the fried dough sticks in the master's hand with a longing expression.
"I can't give this to you. Master keeps it for great use!"
Yan Furui naturally saw Xiao Wafang's eyes and said softly.
"Why?"
"Master, this is a token. It will be used to confirm the contact person later."
"But I'm not full yet~" Xiao Wafang muttered with his mouth flat.
Yan Furui looked at Wafang's young face and couldn't bear it. Six or seven-year-old children were growing up, so he did suffer a little. After thinking about it, he broke off a small section of the dough stick and handed it to Wafang.
"Eat, eat."
"Master, I still want to eat."
Xiao Wafang took a small piece of fried dough stick, swallowed it whole, and then looked at his master eagerly.
"You can't eat this kid now. If you finish it, the master won't be able to pick you up later."
Yan Furui was teaching his apprentice a lesson when a long-distance bus passed in front of him and drove straight into the station, with the words "Changming Mountain - Cangcheng Mountain" written on it. He had no time to continue scolding his apprentice, so he stood up suddenly.
"Boss pays!"
There is a Changming Academy in Changming Mountain, which is one of the authentic schools of Xuanmen.
After Yan Furui found the book left by his master Qiu Shan in his yard, he has been looking for a way to deal with Si Teng, but his master Qiu Shan did not teach him any hanging door skills during his lifetime.
After thinking about it, Yan Furui thought of Mr. Li Zhengyuan (Master Changming Xuezhai) of the Xuanmen Zongzong who had some connection with his master. However, due to the age, the two families had not been in contact for a long time, and he did not have the other party's phone contact information.
So he could only inform the other party of the situation by writing a letter. The letter explained the ins and outs of the Si Teng incident that he knew, as well as the serious consequences of Si Teng seeking revenge after his resurrection, which Master Qiu Shan specifically mentioned. He hoped that Changming Xuezhai could send someone over.
Get rid of this Si Teng who may be resurrected again.
As expected, the other party soon replied and said that a young man named Wang would be sent over in two days to discuss the matter with him.
It was agreed that when arriving at Cangcheng Mountain for pick-up, one would hold a fried dough stick as a token to facilitate confirmation of the identity of both parties.
After a quick checkout, Yan Furui waited outside the station with his small tile-roofed house. The bustling crowd flowed out from the station. Soon he saw a young man wearing glasses, holding a fried dough stick and shaking his head and looking around.
What.
"Mr. Wang, here! Here!"
Yan Furui greeted the other party excitedly, and specifically waved his hand with only half of the fried dough stick left in his hand.
When the young man wearing glasses heard the shouting, he turned his head and saw a stranger, but then he ran over quickly because the stranger was holding fried dough sticks in his hand.
When they got closer, they looked at each other's fried dough sticks and smiled at each other.
"You are Mr. Wang from Changming Mountain, right?"
After stuffing the fried dough sticks into the small tile house, Yan Furui took the initiative to hold Wang Qiankun's hands, full of enthusiasm.
"Hello, my name is Wang Qiankun."
The young man wearing glasses looked at the enthusiastic Yan Furui and smiled implicitly.
"Hello Master Wang Xuan, I, I am Yan Furui from Xingyun Pavilion. Welcome to Cangcheng Mountain. I hope the stars and the moon will bring you here."
"By the way, did he read the letter I gave to Master Li Zhengyuan? When can he come over?"
After briefly introducing himself, Yan Furui couldn't wait to ask.
According to the records he found in the relics of his master Qiu Shan, Changming Mountain is the real Xuanmen sect, and Master Li Zhengyun is the most powerful Xuanshi in Changming Mountain, and is also a powerful presence in the Xuanmen. If possible, he still hopes to come
A more reliable person solved Si Teng's problem at once.
The young man in front of me didn't look older than me, and he didn't seem to have any advanced skills.
"I received that letter!" Wang Qiankun nodded lightly, and after a pause he continued, "Mr. Li Zhengyuan was my master, but he has passed away many years ago."
"What?!"
Yan Furui's expression changed suddenly when he heard this, and he hesitated for a while before saying with a hint of anxiety, "Then, so you have to deal with this Si Teng?!"
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Dana.
Si Teng lay on his side on the sofa, holding a book in his hand and reading. Sitting next to him was Li Shiqing. After Si Teng quickly finished reading a book, she picked another one from the coffee table next to her and handed it to her.
Si Teng.
In the past few days, Li Shiqing has been responsible for helping Si Teng understand modern people as much as possible from all aspects of life, books, and the Internet. After all, Si Teng was a person during the Republic of China during his lifetime, and there are still many differences from modern people.
Just reading TV and books on her own will waste a lot of time, but with Li Shiqing's help, it will be different. She will integrate into modern society more quickly.
Time passed slowly, and the setting sun shone on the two of them through the window, spreading the orange-red afterglow. The two of them read quietly, making people subconsciously forget the passage of time.
"Well, let's stop here."
Si Teng put down the book he had just finished reading, stretched slightly, looked up at the afterglow of the sunset, and was attracted by the scenery for a moment.
“So beautiful~”
Li Shiqing also looked out the window and couldn't help but admire.
"Yes, it's beautiful!"
Si Teng looked at the golden light, which looked as deep as reminiscing. Her eyes seemed to penetrate the light, penetrated the layers of clouds, and came to countless mountains. She saw a big tree standing in the sky, and a tree beside it.
White Vine.
The two are quiet and harmonious, and the years are peaceful.
At some point, Li Shiqing and Si Teng stood side by side in front of the window and looked into the distance.
"You should have a very quiet temperament deep down. Why?"
Si Teng suddenly thought of something and hesitated to speak to Li Shiqing...
The relationship between the two is currently very harmonious. In the past two days, she can see that this little girl is really helping her understand how to integrate into this modern society.
"Why do you become so carefree when you are with Lu Ming, right?"
Li Shiqing helped her fill in the questions, and before Si Teng nodded, she shrugged again and explained nonchalantly, "Of course I was infected by his psychopathy."
"..."
Si Teng looked at her expression of natural acceptance and didn't know what he thought of. His expression suddenly straightened, he reached out and took Li Shiqing's hand, and said seriously, "Shiqing, men are not good things."
She sounded like a grandma lecturing her grandchildren, as if she had her own personal experience, and hoped that the younger generations would avoid taking some detours.
"Whether men are good things, I don't know."
Li Shiqing was a little confused by Si Teng's educational tone, but after thinking about it, she still felt convinced, "But Lu Ming is definitely not a good person."
Si Teng's eyelashes trembled. This was different from all the answers she had heard before. Shouldn't normal people stand up and defend themselves when they hear others belittle the people they like?
Why did it seem a little different when I arrived at Li Shiqing's place?
I was wondering in my heart when suddenly a big foot kicked open the door.
"Ladies, our adventure is about to begin, are you happy?!"
Lu Ming kicked the door open, looked at the two people, took out two passports from his pocket and threw them over.
A green bud between Si Teng's fingers quickly extended and firmly caught Xiao Ben.