World Traveler

"Brother Yanan, is there anything you need from me?"

Hey, you still recognize me?

Hearing the question behind him, Yanan smiled and turned around to see if it was the cute little junior brother.

"Hiss~ There's something!"

A somewhat abstract face appeared in front of Yanan, and Yanan was so scared that he took a deep breath and calmed down.

How can I describe this face...with just a simple makeup, she can perfectly blend into the weird and magical world.

But he recognized himself, and was wearing the attire of a Tang Sect disciple...

Yanan frowned and thought for a long time, but he really couldn't remember where he had seen this face that he would never forget.

"you are?"

The disciple looked at him with admiration, and hurriedly explained when he heard Yanan's question.

"Brother Yanan, I was admitted as an outer disciple two years ago. You can just call me Zhao Huo. I wonder if there is anything I can be of use to you, Brother?"

"Well, nothing for now."

"All right……"

When Zhao Huo heard Yanan's words, he felt obviously depressed.

What the hell? Are you upset because I don't let you work?

Although Yanan is a disciple from outside the marriage, he usually does nothing but practice, read books, or coax Tang Moling.

In addition, because he usually stayed at the mountain gate and didn't cause any trouble, the other brothers and sisters didn't say anything. After all, the master was the head of the sect, and the others could only turn a blind eye.

but………

"Why are you following me?"

"Let's see if Senior Brother Yanan needs me for a while."

Looking at Zhao Huo who had followed him around the town for several times, he said speechlessly.

"Okay, tell me what you want to say. I'm going back soon."

Seeing Yanan's impatient expression, Zhao Huo hurriedly spoke.

"Brother Yanan, how can I become an inner disciple?"

"Inner disciple? I'm not an inner disciple now, why are you asking me that?"

Hearing Yanan's words, Zhao Huo widened his eyes in obvious disbelief and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Then Senior Brother Yanan, why are you allowed to live on the Tang Sect Mountain?"

After looking at him carefully, I found that he might just be curious about this question and not trying to find fault with it, so I just said it jokingly.

"Of course I have a good father who is a hero, otherwise do you think I would be like this now?"

Looking at Zhao Huo who was stunned by his words, he walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Junior Brother Zhao Huo, you are still too young. In the future, you will realize how important a good background and good talent are."

He casually took out a folding fan, opened it, and revealed four big words on it: I was born with talent.

With one hand holding a folding fan and fanning it gently, and with the other hand carrying the things he bought in the town, he slowly walked towards the mountain.

"Brother Yanan, I think... you are wrong!"

Just live in the mountains, there's nothing right or wrong about that.

In any case, Yanan could not understand Zhao Huo's dream of becoming an inner disciple at all.

But after hearing the firmness in Zhao Huo's tone, he raised his hand and gave a thumbs up, without refuting his words.

"Come on!"

You can't expect Yanan to talk to a seven or eight-year-old child about the art of reincarnation? Or the difference between studying hard and building a family business for three generations?

These are not suitable conversations for children.

However, I did remember the name Zhao Huo. After all, he was a talented person to look like this. But where did that inexplicable sense of déjà vu come from?

If you draw on that weird feeling of disharmony...

Damn, electric baton otto!

I turned around and took another look...

Hiss, the angle of the mouth and the nasolabial folds are impeccable, just enlarge the eyes and add some nasolabial folds...

Stop, stop, stop, this is such a weird thing.

Let’s go, I’ll have a nightmare at night.

Yanan's steps became faster and faster, and he even used his lightness skills.

Well, I still have to go find the lovely Tang Moling to refresh my eyes. As for Fan Sakiyan who I brought back last night... well, senior sister should be able to take care of her, right?

…………

In the small town of Tangmen, Lu Shusheng was writing a letter to someone else. In front of him stood a young man who was holding a struggling girl in his arms.

The young man held down the struggling child with his hands expressionlessly and spoke slowly.

"I heard you can speak the language of the Khitan Liao people?"

Lu Shusheng replied without even raising his head.

"Khitan language? You're asking the wrong person. The Khitan nation was destroyed almost a hundred years ago, and the Khitan people are almost extinct. Where does the Khitan language come from?"

After saying this, he had just finished writing the letter, looked at the guest standing beside him, and spoke enthusiastically.

"Ten cents of sincerity."

Then he took the copper coin handed to him, looked at the young man in front of him and spoke in a calm tone.

"I'm only responsible for writing letters, calligraphy and painting here. If you don't have anything else to do, you can leave."

Yanan was not shaken by the scholar's words. He took out a large bag of money and placed it on the table. He knocked on the head of Fan Sakiyan in his arms to calm her down, and then brought the money to Lu Shusheng.

"I came from the teahouse owner. He told me about you. I know you can speak Khitan. This is my junior sister. I just hope you can teach her some Chinese."

He raised his head and looked at the child in front of him, then looked at the clothes on Yanan, smiled, and said sarcastically.

"Haha, could it be that the Tang Sect and people from other countries are now joining forces to rebel against the Song Dynasty?"

You talk too much, idiot.

As for Yanan, he is not good at speaking but better at fighting. However, it is not easy to do it in broad daylight, so he can only explain in a gentle tone.

"This child was rescued by the Tang Sect from those evil beggars, but now he has been accepted as a concubine's disciple. Sir, please help."

Lu Shusheng didn't react at all. He took out a book and started reading it by himself, as if he didn't notice the person in front of him at all.

Since Wen can't come, there's nothing I can do...

"I know you're upset that your mother's Khitan ethnicity affected your chances in the imperial examinations, but I also know you have a wife and three children."

"People have to eat, don't they?"

clang!

Another bag of money was thrown on the table. Seeing Lu Shusheng's slightly raised eyes, Yanan took this opportunity to continue speaking.

"Even if you don't want to, what about your family? Do your children need new clothes? Besides, you have three children at home. Can you feed them with the money you earn from writing letters?"

Looking at Lu Shusheng, who was sitting on the chair in front of him, holding the book for a long time without turning a page, and was hesitant inside, Yanan understood that he had actually been convinced by him.

As expected, Lu Shusheng put down the book in his hand, without looking at the money on the table, and said to Yanan.

"Every day I come out at this time to help the villagers write letters and paint. If I have nothing to do during this time, I will teach her."

Hearing what he wanted, Yanan smiled, knocked the little sister who was moving around in front of him twice, and bowed to Lu Shusheng.

"Then I, your junior sister, will trouble you, sir."

"I can't really call him a master. I just taught her some Chinese."

As for what Lu Shusheng said about teaching only in free time?

Just kidding, I sit here all day and night and don’t see anyone…

Tsk, never mind. After all, he is Fan Sakiyan’s husband.