The heavens start from the bottle mountain

Chapter 241 Si Teng
Chapter 241 Si Teng

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Yan Furui, who returned to the Xingyun Pavilion, thought about it and decided to do as the master instructed.

He hurriedly took out a pen and paper, wrote a letter to the address left on Master's letter, and attached his phone number by the way.

In fact, he would rather make a phone call, but except for 'Changming Mountain Li Zhengyuan', Master's letter did not mention any other useful clues.

You can only touch a dead mouse with a blind cat.

Unexpectedly, three days later, he really received a call from Changming Mountain.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Yan Fu Ruiyan?"

A young voice came from it.

"I am, are you...?"

"I am Wang Qiankun from Changming Academy, we have received your letter."

"Great. When are you coming?"

"Tomorrow morning, I will take a long-distance bus, please pick it up." Wang Qiankun said.

"That's no problem. But we haven't seen each other, how can I find you?"

Wang Qiankun froze for a moment, this is indeed a bit troublesome.

"How about this, let's hold something in our hands, so it will be easy to recognize." Yan Furui suggested.

"Alright. What?"

Yan Furui thought for a while, his eyes just happened to see the two leftover fried dough sticks from yesterday, the oily yellow color, it is very conspicuous when the sun shines on it, his eyes lit up, and he said hastily.

"How about two fritters?"

"Oil~ sticks?"

Wang Qiankun's head was full of black lines, and it was the first time he met people who used fried dough sticks to identify each other.

"Yes, the deep-fried dough sticks are very conspicuous. It is not obtrusive to hold in the morning, and it is very suitable. What do you think, Mr. Wang?"

"Fried dough sticks are fried dough sticks."

When dealing with him for the first time, he is not easy to behave inhumanely.

"Then let's make a deal, two fried dough sticks."

Yan Furui happily put down the phone.

The next day, he deliberately woke up early, and brought his apprentice Wafang to the largest and only long-distance bus station in Cangcheng Mountain.

In the place facing the exit, I ordered two bowls of wontons.

Holding the fritters I bought in my arms, I watched while eating, for fear of missing someone.

Wafang, who is eight or nine years old, is ready to eat, with a small mouth and chewing frequency extremely fast.

Yan Furui glanced at him, "Is it delicious?"

"Ah."

"It's delicious, eat slowly, no one will grab it from you."

Just as he was about to take some paper to wipe the mouth of the precious apprentice, Wafang's little hand had already brought the fried dough sticks.

"Hey, this can't be eaten."

Hastily snatched it over.

"Why can't I eat? I'm not full yet." Wafang pouted dissatisfiedly.

"My son's appetite increases in a famine year, but the master can still use it."

Looking at the staring eyes of the precious apprentice, Yan Furui hesitated for a moment, and broke off a small piece.

"Here, just enjoy yourself, master will bring you fried dough sticks tomorrow."

"Oh."

Wafang nodded reluctantly.

At this time, a yellow bus drove over, seeing the license plate number, Yan Furui was shocked, and hurried to pay the bill.

He dragged the reluctant tile-roofed house and ran over.

Soon, a tall and thin young man with parted hair and black-rimmed glasses walked over with a suitcase.

In his left hand, he still held two deep-fried golden fried dough sticks.

Yan Furui greeted him with a face full of joy.

"Mr. Wang from Changming Mountain?"

"Hi, my name is Wang Qiankun."

"I'm Yan Furui from Xingyun Pavilion, welcome to Cangcheng Mountain." After speaking, he looked behind and saw no one else, "Didn't Master Li Zhengyuan come with you?"

"Li Zhengyuan is my grand master, he has passed away many years ago."

"What? Passed away." Yan Furui was shocked.

"Correct."

"That Si Teng will be resolved by you."

Wang Qiankun shook his head, "Mr. Yan, we are now a technological society. The so-called Mo tribe is just a cultural phenomenon in the past. It is a product of the slow development of science and technology in the old age and the ignorance of the people. When a person dies, resurrection is the same. It is a difficult problem that science cannot solve, not to mention the resurrection of Si Teng."

"What's more, a Si Teng who died for seven or eighty years is resurrected."

"No, Master Wang Xuan. In the booklet left by Master, it is written in black and white that the Xingyun Pavilion stone tablet exploded, which is a sign of Si Teng's resurrection..."

Wang Qiankun interrupted him, "Then let me ask you a question, Master Ling, Master Qiu Shanxuan, were you an astronomy enthusiast during your lifetime?"

"What the hell?"

"The resurrection of Si Teng is most likely a plot in a science fiction novel he wrote." Wang Qiankun affirmed.

"what?"

Yan Furui was dumbfounded.

Wang Qiankun clasped his hands in front of his chest, as if he was holding a wisdom pearl.

"Are you under too much pressure recently, do you want to go to the hospital for a psychiatric examination?"

"My master is not crazy." Wafang said angrily.

After pulling the tile house.

"Master Wang Xuan, I'm not mentally ill. As for Si Teng's matter, you can find out when you go to Xingyun Pavilion."

Wang Qiankun did not refuse either.

The three of them took the bus to the foot of Cangcheng Mountain first, and then went up the mountain on foot.

Fortunately, it is not too high.

After climbing up, Yan Furui patted his forehead annoyed as soon as he entered the door and looked at the flat yard.

He forgot that the underground stone chamber had been filled up by Xu Rui.

"By the way, Master Wang Xuan, do you know a Xuan master named Xu Zhengyang?"

"Xu Zhengyang? I haven't heard of it, your relative?"

"If only I had such rich relatives."

Up to now, Xu Rui's deepest impression on him is not his spells, but his arrogance without batting an eye when he throws out a hundred grams of gold.

Arrange for Wang Qiankun to live in the side room.

No matter what he said in the middle, Wang Qiankun just didn't believe in the existence of Si Teng.

Just when he was hesitating whether to take him to meet Xu Rui.

A very beautiful woman in a yellow floral cheongsam walked in with a tall man with a long thin face.

"Who are you looking for?"

As a landlord, Yan Furui hurried up to greet him.

The woman had a look in her eyes.

"Are you Qiu Shan's apprentice?"

Yan Furui's eyes lit up.

"You also know my master?"

There was a hint of coldness in the woman's eyes, "I know you too well. By the way, if you say 'yes', who else knows your master?"

Yan Furui didn't expect this woman to have such a sharp mind, and she was caught by him without paying attention.

Turning his head, he pointed at Wang Qiankun who was coming out of the room.

"He, he knows my master."

"I don't know your master." Wang Qiankun continued after examining the visitors, "Yan Furui, who are they?"

Just as Yan Furui was about to speak, Wang Qiankun interrupted him again.

"I see, they won't be your accomplices, right? I said Yan Furui, what about you? You are young, good at hands and feet, what's wrong with you, a gang of fraud?"

"...Also, even if you want to lie to me, please find a better reason. Si Teng, a person who has been dead for seven or eighty years, do you insist on telling me that she is alive? Unless I am crazy, how can I be You cheated?"

After the words fell, she looked at the woman in front of her who was wearing a yellow floral cheongsam and a beaded necklace.

"However, although your deception is full of loopholes, the role is very suitable. This lady, you should be 'Si Teng'. Not to mention, if you didn't meet me, Wang Qiankun, and you were an ordinary person, you might really be caught You have been tricked."

While speaking, there was a smug look on his face.

"This man is really loud."

With a voice of disgust, Wang Qiankun became dissatisfied.

"What do you mean?"

Si Teng waved his hand, and a tough rattan instantly blocked Wang Qiankun's mouth.

The sudden scene stunned Yan Furui next to him.

"Sito, forget it."

Qin Fang couldn't bear it.

Si Teng said coldly, "Can we stop making noise?"

Wang Qiankun nodded quickly.

After regaining his freedom, Wang Qiankun felt that his entire view of the world had been challenged. He yelled in panic and rushed out the door.

He is fast, and Si Teng's rattan is even faster.

In the blink of an eye, it was tied tightly, flew back upside down, fell into the hospital, and passed out.

Yan Furui was quick-witted and suddenly woke up.

Looking at Si Teng as if he saw a ghost.

"Teng, Si Teng, you are the Si Teng my master said."

Backed away again and again, grabbing the broom next to him to block in front of him.

Si Teng saw it in his eyes and smiled lightly.

"Since you know it's me, what else did your master say about me?"

"I don't know. You...don't come here, or I will be rude to you." Yan Furui panicked.

The point is that in the booklet left by Qiu Shan, the description of Si Teng is too scary.

Not only is the world invincible, but also kills without blinking an eye.

A normal person would be afraid.

"Master, who is calling?"

Wafang, who was awakened, came out from inside.

Yan Furui was in a hurry, "Wafang, run."

'Dengdengdeng' ran over and protected the apprentice behind him.

He looked at Si Teng warily.

"He's just a kid, what's coming at me."

Si Teng smiled faintly and walked over.

"What else did your master tell you about me?"

Yan Furui hesitated for a moment, and decided not to be tough anymore.

"There is a pamphlet in which you are mentioned."

"Show it to me."

Yan Furui nodded, walked into the room with the tile-roofed house in his hands, took out a brocade box from the wing room, took out the booklet inside, and handed it over.

After a simple flip.

"When did Qiu Shan die?"

"My master passed away 15 years ago."

"Where is it buried?"

"No, I just left. When I went to buy porridge, the old man disappeared. I think it must be the result of cultivation, becoming immortal."

"Ascension to immortality?"

With a disdainful smile on Si Teng's face, he looked directly at Yan Furui.

"I will not avenge your master. I am here this time because I need your help."

"Help, help, definitely."

Yan Furui nodded repeatedly, he only wanted to protect the tile house, and nothing else mattered.

"clever."

Si Teng waved his hand, "Okay, you go out first, I'm going to rest, I'll talk about the specifics tomorrow."

"...By the way, don't try to escape, or your friend will die."

Yan Furui's heart trembled, and the idea he had just raised was seen through by the other party.

After nodding quickly, he pulled the tile house and walked out.

He glanced at Wang Qiankun who was lying on the ground, unconscious.

"I told you that Si Teng was resurrected a long time ago, you must believe it."

After sighing, he took the tile-roofed house to the wing room to rest.

　Thank you book friend 'Ming You Xin Sheng' for rewarding 100 starting point coins, thank you very much.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)