One person: A fusion of Kizaru, the king of the trash-talking gang.

"Jiang Bailan, you stop right there!"

In a park in Jinan, Zhang Lingyu, her hair soaked with sweat and clinging to her forehead, leaned against a pavilion pillar, panting heavily. Her eyes, like those of a raging wild beast, were fiercely staring at the person in front of her.

"Ayu, I'm telling you, that's enough. It was just a comment saying you're so soft, nothing more. If you keep going, I'm going to lose my temper!" Twenty meters away from the pavilion, Jiang Bailan shielded her eyes from the glaring sunlight with her hand, giving him a look that said, "How can you be so petty?"

snort!

Zhang Lingyu snorted coldly but did not continue the pursuit.

It wasn't that he didn't want to pursue her, but Zhang Lingyu knew that continuing to pursue her would be fruitless; Jiang Bailan was destined to be a man he could never win over.

"Jiang Bailan, what is your intention in having Master send me down the mountain?!"

Putting aside the previous farce, Zhang Lingyu gritted her teeth and asked the question that had been bothering her.

He believed that his kind, virtuous, and upright master would never kick him off the mountain for such a nonsensical reason as whether he entered the door with his left or right foot first.

Jiang Bailan must be behind all of this!

"I?"

"Don't tell me this has nothing to do with you. I won't believe a single word you say!" Jiang Bailan opened his mouth in confusion, but before he could explain, he heard Zhang Lingyu say coldly again.

Jiang Bailan: "..."

I'm telling you, you son of a bitch!

If you don't believe me, then why are you asking?

At this moment, Jiang Bailan felt more wronged than Dou E. He really wanted to cry his heart out to Longhu Mountain. He was the one who was helping, so how did he become the bad guy?

Thinking of this, Jiang Bailan tentatively asked, "Ayu, do you think it's possible that the Celestial Master just didn't like you and that's why he sent you down the mountain?"

Zhang Lingyu's expression was displeased: "Jiang Bailan, you can insult me, but you can't insult my master. How could he possibly send me down the mountain over such a trivial matter?"

Jiang Bailan: ...Great, these brainless fans are hopeless!

Upon hearing Zhang Lingyu's answer, Jiang Bailan muttered to herself, "How can it be impossible? It's highly possible! Do you think Zhang Zhiwei is a good person?"

Zhang Lingyu: "..."

"Alright, I don't want to waste my breath arguing with you. If you want to go back to Longhu Mountain, come with me..." Jiang Bailan rubbed his stomach. He was a little hungry after being chased by Zhang Lingyu for an hour.

Zhang Lingyu: "..."

After walking a dozen steps, Jiang Bailan found Zhang Lingyu still standing in the same spot. He shook his head and finally understood why the Old Celestial Master had sent the other party down the mountain.

Zhang Lingyu's personality is not a good thing for either life or spiritual practice.

"Master Ayu, what are you standing there like a block of wood for? Are you planning to continue living on the streets?" Zhang Lingyu sighed after being asked this by Jiang Bailan, and then followed.

Zhang Lingyu didn't know why his master wanted him to find Jiang Bailan, but it seemed that he had no other choice but to follow her.

After half an hour.

Jiang Bailan led Zhang Lingyu to a roadside stall where they sold fried noodles and jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes).

Eyes facing each other.

I recognized her at first glance... she's the one!

Upon seeing Jiang Bailan, the stall owner's hand holding the spatula slipped, and the freshly made jianbing (Chinese crepe) fell to the ground.

Jiang Bailan: "Life is truly full of coincidences..."

The boss was on the verge of tears: "Why is it you again!"

"Two servings of fried rice noodles, remember to add extra meat and less spice!" After ordering two servings of fried rice noodles, Jiang Bailan led Zhang Lingyu to sit down at a small table by the roadside.

Looking at the box of meat in front of him, the boss glanced at Jiang Bailan again and scooped out a large spoonful.

A few minutes later, two plates of stir-fried noodles topped with strawberry tarts were served.

"Is food in Tianjin really this affordable?" Zhang Lingyu asked, somewhat surprised, looking at the large plate full of meat and rice noodles.

Jiang Bailan: "Eat up! You'll be quiet later."

Zhang Lingyu: "..."

A moment later, Jiang Bailan, having finished eating, asked, "Boss, the fried noodles tasted good, how much?"

"20 in total."

Hearing that two servings would only cost 20 yuan, Zhang Lingyu breathed a sigh of relief, took out the only 10 yuan she had received from fortune telling from her clothes, and intended to hand it to the shopkeeper.

"Ah Yu..."

At this moment, Jiang Bailan suddenly spoke.

"what?"

Zhang Lingyu looked puzzled.

"You probably only have 10 yuan!"

In response to Jiang Bailan's question, Zhang Lingyu nodded.

"Very well, then your brother Lan will teach you a lesson today, and show you what the wickedness of the human heart is." After saying that, Jiang Bailan took out his "far ahead" (a type of fried noodle dish), "Boss, so much meat in the fried noodles, and it's only 10 yuan a serving?"

boss:"……"

Zhang Lingyu: "..."

Seeing the other person take out their phone, the shop owner immediately understood Jiang Bailan's meaning and corrected himself, saying, "Little Taoist priest, you misunderstood. I said 20 per serving."

"Jiang Bailan!"

At that moment, Jiang Bailan had already placed 20 yuan on the table and appeared ten meters away.

"Young Taoist priest, you're not trying to dine and dash, are you?"

Zhang Lingyu looked embarrassed.

Seeing this, the shop owner, who had just been smiling and welcoming Zhang Lingyu, grabbed Zhang Lingyu's wrist and shouted, "Everyone, come and see! This Taoist priest, dressed in such an elegant and otherworldly manner, is planning to dine and dash!"

As soon as the boss shouted, passersby all turned to look, and some pointed and whispered among themselves.

The shy Zhang Lingyu had never seen such a scene in the marketplace before. Standing there with a look of shame and embarrassment, she stammered for a long time before finally managing to squeeze out a sentence: "Boss, I can tell fortunes..."

Boss: "??? Then you calculate whether you can actually eat this meal and dash today?"

Zhang Lingyu: "..."

After a half-hour struggle, Zhang Lingyu finally managed to escape after paying 10 yuan with the help of the police.

"Hey! Isn't this my Ah Yu Zhenren? When did you start eating and dashing?" Jiang Bailan said to Zhang Lingyu, who had just gotten away, in a small alley.

"Jiang Bailan, you bastard!"

Zhang Lingyu grabbed Jiang Bailan's clothes and raised his hand as if to hit her.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Zhang Lingyu, don't you understand why the Old Celestial Master sent you down the mountain?"

"It's not because of you!"

In response to Jiang Bailan's question, Zhang Lingyu spoke angrily.

"What an idiot... He's been kicked off the mountain and still doesn't know where he went wrong. The old Celestial Master was right, in terms of successors, he's really not as good as Zhang Huaiyi..."

"You're talking nonsense! I'm not as shameless as Zhang Chulan!"

"Look, what else can you do besides impotent rage?" With a flash of golden light, Jiang Bailan broke free from Zhang Lingyu's entanglement and sneered, "Zhang Lingyu, don't look down on Zhang Chulan. Although he's shameless, he's definitely stronger than you!"

“Zhang Chulan can handle all sorts of things on his own, but you, once you leave Longhu Mountain, you can only end up on the streets telling fortunes, and you can’t even solve something as small as losing 10 yuan on a plate of fried noodles…”

"No wonder the old Celestial Master was worried about you!"