Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

Before Lian Qingyang even entered the front hall, he heard an old man's voice saying, "The tea is good tea, you're worthy of being a rich man, hahahahahahahaha!"

Hearing this voice, Lian Qingyang quickened his pace, stepped into the front hall, saw the person coming, and said, "Master? Why are you here?"

The old man put away his smile, held the teacup, tea lid and tea tray in one hand, and waved them towards Lian Qingyang.

The movement was so fast that the servant next to him didn't react. Even before Qingyang could make a judgment, his body had already started to dodge. After dodging, he reached out and grabbed the "weapon" that had brushed against his body and threw it back at the old man.

"Master, I haven't seen you for many years and you are still as naughty as ever." Lian Qingyang sat opposite the old man, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

The old man caught the teacup that was thrown at him and asked the person next to him to pour another cup. He glanced at the person opposite him, snorted and said, "You kid, you didn't even inform me in advance when you got married. If I hadn't received the news and rushed over, you would have kept it a secret from me for the rest of my life!"

Lian Qingyang couldn't help but feel guilty for a moment. He hadn't really remembered that his original body had a master. Thinking of this master's hobbies, he retorted, "You travel all over the world. I don't know where you are. How can I pass on a message..."

The old man glared at him and said, "How dare you talk back! Where's your prince? Why hasn't he come out to see your master?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yuechen strode in and stood next to Lian Qingyang. The old man's eyes changed as he looked at the legendary sickly prince, and his mouth was not idle: "This is Prince Chen? I've heard of your name for a long time!" Not only was his tone disrespectful, he didn't even stand up.

Wen Yuechen nodded, bowed to the old man, and said respectfully, "You are Qingyang's master, right? Qingyang was thinking about you a few days ago. I feel so sorry for not inviting you to the wedding day. You must be very tired from traveling these days. Why don't you stay at your house for a few days?"

Lian Qingyang stood up, lowered his head and whispered, "My master has a bit of a strange temper, please don't mind it."

"I'm not deaf, who are you calling bad-tempered?" the old man said to Lian Qingyang, his eyes still fixed on Wen Yuechen. He added approvingly, "I've been through a lot over the years and have seen a lot. I don't care whether my disciple marries a man or a woman, but she must be someone who can bring him happiness. After meeting Prince Chen today, I found that this kid hasn't made a mistake."

His own apprentice knew him well. Judging from his expression just now, he probably didn't think of him at all. He didn't know where he got his usual heartless look from; he looked nothing like his biological parents. The heartless master thought, stroking his teacup.

"Since you have already married Qingyang, then you can follow him and call me Master. You have good bones and are a good seedling." The old man was very satisfied with the result of his assessment.

Lian Qingyang quickly spoke up when he heard this: "Master, do you mean to teach Yuechen? Why not just stay at the mansion for a few months? The squirrel mandarin fish the chef makes is absolutely delicious!"

He was worried about where to find someone to teach Wen Yuechen. He couldn't make the search for a master too public, as the guards in the inner courtyard had been replaced by them without anyone noticing. However, there were still people watching outside the mansion. The fewer people who knew about it, the better. After all, Wen Yuechen was still a "half-dead" person outside.

In addition, he just asked 999 to check. His master was of great background, with great martial arts skills. He was elusive and had been "cheating" in many places. He also ran many industries under different identities. It might not be easy to overthrow the Duke of Zhen'an, but it was still possible to cause serious damage to the Duke of Zhen'an.

The old man's eyes lit up when he heard the phrase "squirrel mandarin fish," but he quickly said in a serious tone, "Well, I came here this time to discuss something with the prince..."

Wen Yuechen understood and raised his hand to stroke Lian Qingyang's head. When Lian Qingyang looked over, he whispered, "I just told the kitchen in advance about tonight's meal. You can go and let them know and add a few dishes that the chef likes." Lian Qingyang knew that they had something to talk about, so he didn't say anything and obediently took the servants to the kitchen.

The two of them looked at each other after seeing Lian Qingyang leave. Wen Yuechen curled his lips and said, "Master, please follow me to the study."

After entering the study, the old man didn't feel embarrassed and found a seat to sit down. Wen Yuechen also sat down. He first told him about the recent situation, and then gave him a general account of Lian Qingyang's recent affairs, and then waited for his opinion.

The old man took a sip from his teacup and spoke without thinking for long, "I'm aware of the recent movements from the side of Lord Zhen'an. Qingyang, with the Qingyun Pavilion, it will indeed help you, but rebuilding the Qingyun Pavilion is not something that can be done overnight. Lord Zhen'an can't wait, so we can't just sit there and wait for death. Taking the initiative will give us more advantages."

Seeing Yue Chen frowning, the old man's tone was less serious. "I know you prioritize Qingyang's matter. His Qingyun Pavilion can't help you for the time being. I'm here to help my apprentice defeat him. Although I can't kill him with one blow, I can still drain some of his energy. When the Qingyun Pavilion is rebuilt, it will be the time for him, the Duke of Zhen'an, to fall. Now the most urgent thing is to stimulate your internal energy first, so that you can get twice the result with half the effort."

After Lian Qingyang went to the kitchen to give instructions, he returned to the bedroom and listened to 999's retelling of the conversation in the study. He thought to himself that he was indeed his master, and his ideas coincided with his!

Wen Yuechen lowered his head, a rare gesture, a hint of shyness and pride on his face, and said, "Qingyang helped me stimulate my internal energy a few days ago, and I'm fine now."

The old man stroked his beard and glanced at the man who was thinking about love at the side: "Then let's start tomorrow. By the way, take Qingyang with you. I wonder if this kid has regressed in his horse stance?"

When Lian Qingyang heard this, the smile on his face froze and he threw the pastry in his hand back onto the plate. He hated doing horse stance the most and would never get up in the morning.

After dinner in the evening, when he returned to the bedroom, Lian Qingyang's eyes followed Wen Yuechen as soon as he lay down. The man seemed not to notice, walking back and forth busying himself with this and that, and even extinguished the candle himself before going to bed.

In the moonlight, Lian Qingyang stared at Wen Yuechen as he got into bed, covered himself with the quilt and closed his eyes. He didn't say a word to him, didn't even glance at him, and there was no physical contact between the two of them under the quilt.

Wen Yuechen suppressed his laughter and waited to be called, but then he noticed that the person next to him had turned over and his back was facing him. Damn it, I was angry.

He turned towards Lian Qingyang, stretched out his long arms and embraced her, coaxing her softly, "What's wrong? Is there something you want to tell me?"

Lian Qingyang was angry, but he didn't act pretentiously. He said in a low voice, "Master, do you want me to practice with you tomorrow morning?"

Wen Yuechen stepped down after being given an opportunity: "Is that true? Ying Er told you? Maybe he remembered it wrongly. Master told me to go over and practice early so as not to disturb your sleep."

Lian Qingyang knew that he was being coaxed, so he raised the corners of his mouth, then pursed his lips: "Did the old man finally have a change of heart?"

Wen Yuechen helped him turn over and held him in his arms, his hand still patting his back gently: "I think the master understands you. Go to sleep quickly. You have been busy today."

The two fell asleep in each other's arms, having a dreamless night.

The old man practiced a set of exercises before falling asleep in his clothes. After falling asleep, he dreamed of his disciple when he was a child. Just as he was about to sigh, the child stretched out his hand and pulled his beard. He couldn't reach it, so he called for help to hold it up. He looked closely and found that the helper was carved from the same mold as the King Chen. It was the King Chen when he was a child!