For this, Fan Xian was puzzled.

Even if the person who presented the prayer post kept it in a place where it could be perfectly moisturized, it would never look like this!

After a little thought, Fan Xian put away the post and summoned his subordinates to bring the person who presented the post to his room.

It didn't take long for Yamu to enter Fan's Mansion under the leadership of a small servant.

All the way in, only to see the courtyard gradually deeper, rockery lawn grass, flowers and branches shallow water, the scenery is quite elegant, along the road meet many servants and servants, men, women and children have everything, the scale is much larger than the Fan Mansion of Danzhou Port.

Not only that, but the area of Kyoto Van Fu is also extremely large.

Yamu walked with the little servant for a while, but he hadn't reached the inner courtyard yet.

Kyoto is at the foot of the Son of Heaven, every inch of land is gold, and Fan's mansion can have a mansion here that is dozens of times wider than the old mansion in Danzhou, which is enough to see the power of Fan Xian's father Fan Jian in Kyoto.

In the bedroom, Fan Xian was neatly dressed, sat on a chair, looked at the nursing courtyard at the door and asked, "That person has been traveling all the way, have you been amazed or restrained by the wealthy compound of Fan's mansion?" ”

The nurse shook his head and said, "I haven't seen it." ”

Fan Xian continued to ask, "Not even a little amazed? ”

The nursing home thought about it for a while, shook his head again, and said: "There should be appreciation, but exclamation, there is definitely not, and he has walked all the way, his words and deeds are completely unrestrained, and his eyes are quite casual, and he did not deliberately avoid the female relatives of the inner courtyard, just like ......"

Speaking of this, the nursing home couldn't help but hesitate, and looked at Fan Xian cautiously.

Fan Xian raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "But it doesn't hurt to say it!" ”

The nurse said curtly: "It's like the first time the young master came to the house." ”

"Like me?"

Fan Xian waved his hand thoughtfully and motioned for the nursing home to leave.

After he left, he cast his gaze into the dimly lit corner of the room.

"Grandma's letter said that this person's martial arts skills are extremely high, and he easily smashed the courtyard wall with one palm in the air, so she suspects that this person is likely to be a nine-rank master under the great grandmaster, but I think that the nine-rank master may not be able to do what he does."

"Uncle, what do you think?"

The words fell, and a figure stepped out of the dim shadows.

There was not a trace of wrinkles on his face, nor a trace of expression, and the position of his eyes was covered with a black cloth, which looked like a dark night sky, and like a lake without waves in the middle of the night, dead and silent, calm, without a trace of fluctuations.

There is no doubt that this is the blind servant Wuzhu who once followed Fan Xian's mother.

Hearing Fan Xian's words, Wuzhu was silent for a moment and slowly shook his head.

"I can't tell."

“……”

Fan Xian frowned, and said helplessly: "Uncle, didn't you say that you had fought with the Great Grandmaster before, how could you not tell the difference?" ”

In this world, martial artists are respected by nine, and martial artists who cultivate true qi are divided into one to nine grades according to their realms, and above the nine grades, they are the great masters who are rare in that world.

In the entire world of celebrating more than one year, there are only four great grandmasters on the bright side.

But Fan Xian knew that his taciturn Uncle Wuzhu was actually the fifth 'grandmaster' who was not inferior to the four grandmasters.

Wuzhu was silent for a moment when he heard this, and then shook his head more affirmatively: "Jiupin, Great Grandmaster, I really can't tell the difference. ”

Fan Xian sighed and asked tentatively, "Then do you remember another thing?" ”

Wuzhu said calmly: "What's the matter?" ”

Fan Xian hurriedly said: "Grandma said that this person told her a story in Danzhou, saying that his master had fought with Ling back then, and there was a high probability that he was beaten by you...... Do you remember? ”

“……”

Wuzhu was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "Forget." ”

Fan Xian rolled his eyes, and just wanted to complain, when he suddenly heard footsteps outside the door, so he hurriedly changed his words: "Uncle, you find a place to hide first, I'll let you shoot, you make another move!" ”

“……”

Wuzhu nodded silently, then took a step back, hiding in the shadows.

Soon, there was a knock on the door, and Fan Xian shouted, 'Please come in', and the little guy pushed the door open, turned sideways, and made way for the mysterious guest behind him.

Looking at Yamu, who was tall and heroic, Fan Xian first praised it in his heart, and then said with a smile.

"You are the Mr. Mu mentioned in Grandma's letter?"

“……”

Yamu didn't answer immediately, but looked at Fan Xian first, and then smiled: "It's exactly below." ”

The smile on Fan Xian's face instantly retracted, and he sneered: "No, you are by no means Mr. Mu!" ”

Yamu was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said in surprise: "That worship post is fake?" ”

"Naturally it's fake!" Fan Xian sneered, "I'm afraid you don't know, I received a flying pigeon from my grandmother a few days ago, and the letter clearly stated that Mr. Mu had just set off today, how could he come to the capital in the afternoon?" ”

"Tell me, who are you, forging a worship post and infiltrating Fan's mansion, what is your intention?!"

…… Flying Pigeon Biography?

Yamu looked at Fan Xian with a surprised face.

What flying pigeon can fly faster than him?

And Mrs. Fan obviously only saw him today, how could she fly pigeons a few days ago...... Wait a minute!

Yamu suddenly reacted, he flew too fast, and the prayer note was placed in the storage space, and when he took it out, it was exactly the same as when he had just finished writing, and the ink on it was estimated that it had not yet dried.

Fan Xian should have noticed this, so he used time to deceive him.

If he wanted to prove that the prayer post was genuine, he would have to explain to Fan Xian why the ink had not dried.

…… This little fox, how can it be more difficult than the old lady in Danzhou!

Yamu rubbed his forehead with a little headache, thinking that he was still too innocent, and he actually showed his feet in front of Fan Xian so easily.

Of course, this is also because of the urgency in the Saiyans' bones, and the reason why Yamu himself did not take this matter seriously.

After all, he knew that he was an invincible existence in this world.

With such thoughts, Yamu can't be serious even if he wants to.

After thinking for a while, Yamu decisively gave up the explanation and decided to have a direct showdown.

He looked at the darkness in the corner of the bedroom and said with a smile, "You're Wuzhu, right?" ”

Hearing Yamu's words, Fan Xian, who was originally sneering, suddenly changed his face.

Before he could react further, a majestic momentum suddenly erupted from Yamu's body.

Sensing the crisis of the high-energy reaction, Wuzhu immediately jumped out of the shadows, and the black iron chisel in his hand, which looked like a sword but not a sword, pierced the air and poked towards Yamu's eyebrows.

"Whoa—"

A sharp and deadly sound of breaking through the air struck.

Yamu clasped his hands on his chest and stood still in place.

An indescribable 'qi' surged across his body, converging in the void a foot in front of his eyebrows.

In an instant, the screaming stopped abruptly.

The black iron chisel that stabbed out of the air stagnated, and even the five bamboos holding the iron chisel behind him were also fixed in the air as if they were suspended, and it was difficult for the whole person to move forward a bit.

Seeing this scene, Fan Xianhuo got up and was so shocked that he couldn't even speak.

Only used true qi to block Wuzhu's iron drill......

Can this be a nine-grade master?!

Fan Xian couldn't help but complain in his heart.

At the same time, Wuzhu, who was forcibly intercepted in the air by Yamu, did not have any distracting thoughts.

He looked at Yamu expressionlessly, quickly analyzed the current situation, and then let go of his hand, grabbed the iron drill fixed in the air, his body crossed an arc in the air, and raised his foot to kick Yamu's chest.

"Bang-"

The energy splashed everywhere, like an air sword, knocking out holes in the ground.

With such a ferocious kick, even if it is a Jiupin master, it is estimated that he will be kicked to the point that his chest is dented and his heart will burst.

But Yamu just raised his hand and easily held Wuzhu's ankle.

Then, Ya Mu calmly raised his other hand, and pointed it like a knife, slashing at Wuzhu's neck at a speed that the naked eye could not catch at all.

Just when the hand knife was about to slash at Wuzhu's neck, Yamu suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked at Wuzhu with a surprised face.

After a little thought, he turned the knife into a horizontal palm and slapped it on Wuzhu's neck.

I don't know what he did, but it actually made Uncle Wuzhu, who was invincible in the world in Fan Xian's eyes, lose his ability to act in an instant.

"Plop!"

"Uncle Wuzhu!"

Fan Xian couldn't help but scream, looking at Wuzhu who fell to the ground in shock and anxiety.

Yamu came to Fan Xian as if teleporting, raised his hand to cover his mouth, and said helplessly: "Don't worry, I just let him sleep for a while, and I didn't take his life." ”

“……”

Fan Xian glared at Ya Mu, but he didn't make any further movements, and it seemed that he didn't intend to resist.

Ya Mu just wanted to let go of his hand, but suddenly his nose moved slightly, as if he smelled something.

Immediately afterwards, he sighed and said helplessly: "Don't release the poison, this level of poison can't hurt me, but it leaks out, and there is a risk of killing your subordinates." ”

…… It was discovered!

Fan Xian was startled and quickly thought of other ways to deal with it.

At this moment, Yamu suddenly spoke: "The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, the white bird flies back, the boundless falling trees are Xiaoxiao, and the Yangtze River is rolling - the poem "Ascending" you wrote in the Jingwangfu Poetry Club is indeed a must, but unfortunately, its real author is not you, but Shaoling Ye Lao, the poet saint Du Fu!" ”

As soon as these words came out, it was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, resounding in Fan Xian's ears.

His rapidly racing thoughts froze for a moment, and he turned to look at Yamu in a daze.

"How do you know ......"

Fan Xian's thoughts returned, and his eyes immediately widened, and he looked at Yamu in disbelief: "Are you also ......?"

Yamu nodded slightly, then turned his head to look at Wuzhu who was 'unconscious' on the ground, and said softly: "It's not easy for him to know these things, so I want him to sleep for a while." ”

“……”

Fan Xian still looked at Yamu in shock, and mixed emotions surged in his heart.

These emotions include the excitement of meeting the traverser, as well as the shock and worry about the strength of Yamu.

Looking at the look on Fan Xian's face, Yamu couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He originally planned to sneak into Fan Xian's side as a hidden master, but unfortunately, the novice was inexperienced and his attitude was not good enough, resulting in a temporary forged identity full of loopholes.

In addition, he just saw the fourteenth episode of the TV series, and he felt a little angry about what happened in the show.

The violent temper belonging to the Saiyans suddenly exploded, and they flew here directly regardless of it.

"Forget it, it's already like this, let's sum up the experience and try to do better next time!"

Ya Mu thought so while standing quietly in place, waiting for Fan Xian to digest the heavy news.

After a long time, Fan Xian sat back in his chair and looked at Yamu with a hint of embarrassment in his complicated eyes.

“…… Grandma said in the letter, you are my book lover, but in fact, you saw the stories of those past lives, so you want to come to Kyoto to find me, a plagiarist? ”

“……”

Yamu nodded silently.

Fan Xian slapped his forehead, then covered his eyes downward, and whispered as if he had no face to see people: "In addition to "Ascending", I also copied the Dream of Red Mansions in Kyoto, don't laugh at me." ”

Yamu wondered, "Why should I laugh at you? ”

"That's good!" Fan Xian immediately lowered his arm and hurriedly skipped the topic, "By the way, since you are a traverser like me, it must be the pastor on the post...... Shepherd's brother! ”

"Brother Shepherd, the younger brother has a doubt, I am very puzzled, I want you-"

Before the words fell, Fan Xian suddenly recalled Fang Cai Yamu's teleportation speed.

"Wait!" Fan Xian looked at Ya Mu Dao in disbelief, "You won't run from Danzhou to the capital in just half a day, right?!" ”

(End of chapter)