World Traveler

The next morning, Yanan, who had just come out of his cultivation state, noticed some movement outside the house and walked over and opened the door.

I found that there were already some children waiting outside the door, and they all had some dried meat, fruits, rice, noodles and other things in their hands.

One of them was a bit older, about ten years old, and came over carrying some bacon and said.

"You are Mr. Xiao, right? The village chief asked us to come here. He asked us to learn to read from you."

"What's your name?"

"Zhang Lai."

Looking at the children around him following behind him, seemingly taking him as the leader, Yanan nodded slightly.

"Okay, then you will be their monitor and their boss from now on. I will come to you for any academic matters they have."

After giving the instructions, he asked the children to put down their things. Since there was no classroom at the moment, Yanan could only lead them to an open space outside to start the class.

This time, Yanan did not show off or brag in front of the children, but taught them the most basic knowledge calmly.

He picked up a branch and used it as a pen to write basic words on the ground.

Every time Yanan wrote a word on the ground, he asked them to imitate it by using a branch to repeatedly scratch the ground in front of them to practice.

Yanan was looking at how they wrote, and if there were any mistakes he would slowly correct them.

Although Yanan is not much older than them, his 1.8-meter-tall figure is still intimidating to this group of malnourished little kids.

It might be that Yanan's appearance under the bandages was too terrifying. Anyway, these children were very serious in class, and even their eyes revealed fear when they looked at Yanan.

After class, Yanan curiously asked their class monitor Zhang Lai.

"Why are they so scared?"

When Zhang Lai heard this question, he thought about it and finally told the truth.

"Because their parents have told them that if anyone behaves badly and is called out by you, Mr. Xiao, they will be beaten when they return home."

"Haha~ I see."

Seeing that the child was so honest, Yanan couldn't help teasing him.

"What do you think of my appearance, your teacher?"

"........."

Zhang Lai didn't say anything, but just lowered his head deeply.

"Okay, I get it. It's nothing. I, your teacher, don't care about these things."

"...Actually, teacher, your appearance... is just a little scary, but overall... it looks pretty good."

"........."

Yanan was speechless. After all, he knew what was happening in his mind. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone out with bandages wrapped around his neck.

He reached out and patted Zhang Lai on the shoulder, and said to him with great relief.

"Zhang Lai, I'm very happy that you're willing to lie for me."

"Okay, that's all for today's class. Do you have anything else to say?"

Noticing that the child was standing there in a daze and had no intention of leaving, Yanan asked directly.

"Teacher, what is the world outside like?"

Hearing the noise here, the other children didn't dare to come over, but still pricked up their ears and listened secretly.

"The world outside... well, it's hard to say. What do you want to know?"

When Zhang Lai heard Yanan asking him, his eyes suddenly lit up and he quickly spoke.

"Jianghu, teacher, let's talk about Jianghu and the stories of those heroes."

"You want to be a hero?"

"Well, I've heard my father tell stories about those heroes. He said they were very powerful. Back then, when my father's former village chief was slaughtered, it was because of two heroes that my father was able to survive."

Glancing at the children around him, Yanan waved his hand and asked them to come over. Then he picked up a branch and wrote two words on the ground.

"Then I will teach you for a while today. As long as you behave well, I can talk to you about the stories I know after class every day."

He pointed at the two words that had just been written on the ground, looked at them for a while with some memories, and then asked the children.

"Do you know what these two words mean?"

"do not know."

"This is Tang, and this one is the door. Do you remember it?"

"remember!"

"Then let's talk about the Tang Sect today."

There's no more fan to show off, no more gavel, and now there's not even any throat-soothing tea...

But under the children's expectant eyes, Yanan gradually regained the feeling of storytelling as before, and simply coughed twice and cleared his throat.

"Have you heard of the Tang Sect?"

Without waiting for the children below to react, Yanan continued speaking.

"The world's number one hidden weapon master, based in the middle of Sichuan, has enjoyed a reputation in the martial arts world for decades."

"In their bags are golden darts, in their sleeves are swords, in their hair are ox-hair needles, in their pots are red crimson, and the people of the Tang Clan are covered in hidden weapons."

Even the mouth can be called a hidden weapon, haha~

………………

Tangmen Town, teahouse.

"Damn it! They're really going too far. The other outer disciples have either joined the inner sect or have already left. Now it's just you and me left."

Zhao Huo knocked hard on the table in the teahouse. When Fan Sakiyan, who was sitting opposite him, saw Zhao Huo like this, she yawned and looked at him speechlessly.

"Brother Yanan, haven't you already achieved some success in the Tai Chi I taught you? With that level of ability, it shouldn't be a stretch for you to be chosen, right?"

When Zhao Huo heard this, he immediately covered his hideous face with his hands, looking extremely grief-stricken.

"They just pick people based on appearance. It's really too much."

Fan Sakiyan's mouth twitched as she started to stab him.

"To be honest, if it were me, I wouldn't choose you either."

Then he raised his hand and pointed at the animal tied to the door.

"See? Seriously, that donkey at the door looks better than you."

Seeing Zhao Huo lying on the table and not intending to speak, Fan Sakiyan jumped off the chair and pulled him up.

"Come on, Zhao Huo, today I'll show you my Crazy Dog Fist!"

"Watch out! A vicious dog pounces on its prey!"

"Hey! Wait!"

…………

About four or five minutes later, Fan Sakiyan, exhausted and out of breath, called a halt to the game, walked into the teahouse, brought two bowls of tea and placed them on the table.

"How's it going? Is my Mad Dog Fist okay?"

A pile of shit!

But Zhao Huo, whose right eye was black, did not say anything and nodded cooperatively.

Logically speaking, Fan Sakiyan cannot beat Zhao Huo, but Zhao Huo is kind-hearted and has a good impression of this wild girl who slacks off at work every day but still accompanies him in the teahouse.

After all, Fan Sakiyan would really beat up other children if they said bad things about Zhao Huo.

This made Zhao Huo particularly touched, and made him realize that this girl really regarded him as her friend.

She always just said it, but in her heart she didn't dislike her appearance.

She really made me cry to death.