I fulfilled the female supporting role's wish and I succeeded

The next day, sunlight shone through the window lattice and onto the stone table in the courtyard.

Li Xiangyi was dressed in a blue shirt, sitting alone at the table, sipping his wine slowly.

The morning breeze blew past, ruffling the loose hair on his forehead, making him look even more free and unrestrained.

Fang Duobing walked over, rubbing the wound that still ached slightly.

"Li...Li Lianhua." Fang Duobing called out the name somewhat awkwardly.

Li Xiangyi looked up at him and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What's wrong? Does the wound still hurt?" He asked casually with a hint of teasing.

Fang Duobing sat down opposite him and said unhappily, "Nonsense, try getting chopped by someone."

Li Xiangyi chuckled and poured him a glass of wine.

"have a drink?"

Fang Duobing waved his hand: "The injury hasn't healed yet, so I can't drink."

Li Xiangyi didn't force himself and just drank by himself.

The yard was quiet, with only the chirping of birds.

Fang Duobing secretly looked at Li Xiangyi, feeling a little complicated.

What happened yesterday changed his view of the other party's illness.

Although he looks careless at ordinary times, he is very reliable at critical moments.

Moreover, he is really good to Sister Wanwan.

"Um... yesterday, thank you." Fang Duobing said a little embarrassedly.

Li Xiangyi raised an eyebrow: "Thank me for what?"

"Thank you for saving me."

Li Xiangyi smiled, put down his wine glass and looked at Fang Duobing.

"You kid, you're quite vindictive."

Fang Duobing blushed and defended himself, "I'm not holding a grudge. I... I distinguish between gratitude and resentment!"

Li Xiangyi laughed, picked up the wine pot and poured himself another glass.

"Okay, I know you are clear about gratitude and resentment."

"By the way, Fang Xiaobao." Li Xiangyi suddenly changed the subject and his tone became serious.

"You said before that you wanted to take me as your master, were you serious?"

Fang Duobing was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect him to ask this suddenly.

Thinking back to when I vowed to become his disciple, I felt hesitant now.

After all, the idol filter was broken, and Li Lianhua... seemed different from what he had imagined.

He snorted arrogantly and turned his head away: "Who...who wants to become your disciple."

"I was just saying that because you saved me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiao Wanwan came over with a pot of tea and a smile on her face.

"Hey, what are you talking about? It's so lively?"

She placed the teapot on the table and poured a cup of tea for each of them.

"Sister Wanwan." Fang Duobing called out obediently.

Qiao Wanwan smiled and nodded, looking at Li Xiangyi gently.

"Xiang Yi, what are you talking about?"

Li Xiangyi took the teacup, took a sip, and said slowly:

"I'm asking Fang Xiaobao if he still wants to be my disciple."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Wanwan covered her mouth and chuckled, then looked at Fang Duobing.

"I think our little treasure is just idol-shattered and is too embarrassed to admit it."

When Fang Duobing heard this, he immediately became anxious and jumped up to retort:

"Whose idol is shattered! I don't have one!"

"I...I just think that something like becoming a disciple should be considered carefully."

Qiao Wanwan smiled even more happily, her eyes moving as she looked at Li Xiangyi.

"Look, I'll just say it."

Li Xiangyi put down the teacup and looked at Fang Duobing with interest.

"Oh? Really? So what have you thought about it?"

Fang Duobing felt a little guilty when he looked at him, and he stammered:

"I…I haven't thought about it yet."

Qiao Wanwan smiled and shook her head, put down the teapot, and said softly:

"Okay, you guys chat slowly, I'll go see if Di Feisheng is back."

After saying that, she turned and left, leaving Li Xiangyi and Fang Duobing behind.

The yard became quiet again, but the atmosphere had subtly changed.

Li Xiangyi picked up the teacup, blew on it gently, and said slowly:

"Fang Xiaobao, actually, there's nothing to think about when it comes to becoming a disciple."

"If you want to learn, I will teach you. If you don't want to learn, I won't force you."

"It's just..." He paused, his tone a little playful.

"Since I've been your honorary master for so long, it would be unreasonable not to teach you a few tricks. It would be so embarrassing if the news got out."

As he spoke, he took out a book from his arms and casually threw it to Fang Duobing.

"Take it and practice it. It's inherited from our ancestors."

Fang Duobing hurriedly took the book and looked at Li Xiangyi in confusion.

"Heirloom?" He turned the pages of the book, and a faint scent of ink wafted into his nose.

The ink on the pages of the book has not yet dried, and the handwriting is elegant and graceful, exactly Li Xiangyi's handwriting.

"You're kidding!" Fang Duobing couldn't help but complain, "The ink isn't even dry yet!"

Upon hearing this, Li Xiangyi pretended to snatch the book back: "Oh, you dislike it? Then give it back to me."

Fang Duobing dodged quickly and ran away with the book in his arms.

"Who's disgusted?! I'm just... just telling the truth!"

He ran to the corner of the yard, opened the book and read it carefully.

Li Xiangyi was standing there, looking at him with a smile, a hint of cunning in his eyes.

"Don't practice blindly!" Li Xiangyi shouted at his back.

"Come back to me after you finish reading. If you don't understand, ask!"

Fang Duobing held the secret book in his arms, feeling mixed emotions and not knowing how to react for a moment.

Just then, a low voice came from behind Li Xiangyi.

"Hey, have you thought this through? You even taught him the housekeeping skills?"

Di Feisheng appeared in the yard at some point, with his arms folded across his chest, looking at Li Xiangyi with a half-smile.

Li Xiangyi turned around, shrugged, and said helplessly:

"Oh, I've been this kid's honorary master for over ten years."

"At least you have to teach me a few tricks, otherwise it will be too embarrassing if it gets out."

Di Feisheng raised his eyebrows and his eyes fell on the secret book in Fang Duobing's hand.

"Then this one and a half moves of yours is really simple. Did you even use the 'Yangzhou Slow'?"

Li Xiangyi laughed, walked to the stone table, sat down, and poured himself a cup of tea.

"This is called...teaching students in accordance with their aptitude, do you understand?"

"This kid has good aptitude, learning Yangzhou Slow is just right for him."

Di Feisheng walked over and sat down opposite him, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup.

"I see you really want to take in a disciple, don't you?"

Li Xiangyi curled his lips and remained silent.

Di Feisheng chuckled and didn't ask any more questions.

He knew that Li Xiangyi was stubborn and unwilling to admit many things.

But he could also see that Li Xiangyi was sickly and was indeed a little different.

The two were silent for a while, and Di Feisheng suddenly asked:

"What are you going to do with that Moruo Ding?"

Li Xiangyi put down the teacup and his eyes became deep.

"Moruo Ding..." he muttered to himself, "I'm afraid it's not that simple."

"Wanshengdao went to great lengths to obtain it, it's definitely not like that."

"We must find a way to open the Moruo Ding as soon as possible, lest she get there first."

Di Feisheng nodded in agreement.

"I've sent people to investigate and see if they can find any clues about the Moruo Ding."

"However, this thing is a sacred object of Nan Yin after all, so it may be difficult to investigate."