Steward Zhou fell to the ground miserably, his face was full of peach blossoms, and he spat out a few pieces of broken jade. He was still in a semi-drowsy state, and his powerless eyes looking at Fan Xian were full of fear and astonishment.
Fan Xian said softly: "I really don't understand what you people are thinking. Do you really think that I am reluctant to beat you? You seem to have forgotten your own identity. Maybe an educated master would not do anything to a servant, but Unfortunately, I hit you, can you still hit me back? So I hit you, and you can only bear it, you have to bear it, laugh, or go to the old lady or Jingdu to cry... But... in the future Don't go into the back garden, I don't like to see you."
After saying this, he brushed the dust off his trousers, turned around and went up the steps, whispered to the dumbfounded Sisi on the bench that he wanted to go out, and left Earl Beppu.
Behind him, the faces of the servants involuntarily showed fearful expressions. No one would have imagined that this gentle and lovely boy would have such a violent side. This contrast shocked everyone's minds, so they felt extraordinarily terrifying.
At this time, the old lady also came to the back garden, looking at the housekeeper who was lying on the ground covering his face in pain, thinking of that child, he couldn't help showing a meaningful smile in his eyes.
Last year, he drove the eldest maid out of the mansion, and today he slapped Steward Zhou so ignorantly. The 12-year-old Fan Xian finally managed to establish a little dignity of himself in the Earl's Biefu.
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The seashore ten miles west of Danzhou Port is a treacherous area densely packed with reefs. The sea breeze blows the blue water towards this place, and then smashes it to pieces on the hard rocks, stirring up a large cloud of snow foam.
To the east there was a very narrow path that appeared and disappeared among the strange rocks. Fan Xian walked from that path, turned his body around, and turned his back to the direction of the sea. Hearing the deafening sound behind him, he looked up. go.
In front of him was a steep cliff. This mountain peak by the sea was born out of thin air, created by heaven and earth. Behind the mountain was a virgin forest and swamp that stretched for hundreds of miles. It was impossible to take a detour to reach the peak. If you want to get to the top, you have to climb up the cliff.
Fan Xian glanced at the surface of the cliff, frowned slightly, and immediately found the route he used to climb in his mind. It's just that the seaside has been windy for the past few days, and some of the rocks that used to protrude from the cliff face have already disappeared. It has become loose. If you want to climb up today, you must be careful.
The waves behind him hit the black reef, but they couldn't get past the ruthless and indifferent barrier of those stones. They just sent some sea water to the shallows, making the gravel here much wetter than other places. His feet were in the gravel, and the edges of his shoes were a little wet, soaking his feet was uncomfortable.
Taking off his shoes and putting them in a small clean pit under the cliff, Fan Xian found some dry sand and rubbed it on his palms, and began to adjust the true energy in his body. When he was ready, his right hand rested steadily on an inconspicuous protrusion on the cliff, with a slight force, his whole body was suspended in the air, and he climbed up lightly.
He crawled very fast, and his whole body was clinging to the cliff face. He looked like some kind of strange animal that was good at climbing rocks. Every time he touched his hand, landed his foot, and every force he exerted, he seemed very soft and free. It doesn't feel very hard at all.
After a while, his people were about to climb to the top of the cliff, and the surrounding sea breeze swirled to his side, blowing away the heat and sweat from his body due to exercise, making him feel very comfortable.
"Brother Jing probably didn't climb as fast as himself, but the blind man on the top of the mountain is much more ruthless than Ma Yu..."
While crawling, Fan Xian thought about what happened in the garden of the mansion just now. He always felt that things were a little weird. Since the second wife's confidant butler had been honest for more than a year, why did he make some mistakes today and gave himself a chance.
There was humidity in the sea breeze, so the exposed rocks were a bit slippery. Seeing that he was about to reach the top of the peak, Fan Xian felt a little relaxed. He was thinking about things at home, so he lost his mind for a while, and slipped his right hand. Almost fell down.
It seemed dangerous, but Fan Xian didn't panic. His left hand was infused with the domineering zhenqi in his body. Three fingers tightly pinched the only stone corner he could draw on. His slightly trembling fingers seemed to be deeply embedded in the Caught in the stone, can't get rid of it.
A stick extended from the top of his head, beckoning him to grab it.
Fan Xian seemed to avoid the wooden stick very much, without even looking at it, his body swung back, kicked his toes on the cliff face, and jumped up with the help of his whole body, reaching the peak dangerously.
"If you don't concentrate enough, it will kill you."
On the edge of the cliff at the top of the peak, Wu Zhu, dressed in coarse cloth, stood facing the sea breeze, with the black cloth covering his eyes as usual.
Fan Xian ignored him, and sat down cross-legged on his own. After adjusting for a while, he stood up and told him what happened in Earl Beppu today, as well as his own doubts, hoping to find a certainty from Wuzhu. Answer.
Wu Zhu said indifferently: "Do you think your slap can make the butler restrain himself?"
"Yes, as long as grandma is on my side." Fan Xian lowered his head and said, although he didn't use his true energy just now, the powerful power hidden in his young and thin body all these years is really terrifying. And the most important thing is the gloomy temperament he showed at that time, which was really terrifying.
"That's fine." Wu Zhu didn't seem to like discussing this issue very much.
"I'm just wondering why the butler would cause trouble today. He has been in Danzhou Port for a year and a half with his tail between his legs. Under normal circumstances, there is really no reason to show his real ugly face at this time, unless... he feels that he is very patient. Hard work, and what will happen in Danzhou soon, in his eyes, I no longer pose any danger to that little master in Kyoto, so there is no need to try to curry favor with me."
Fan Xian's self-deprecating smile appeared on his immature young face, looking very uncoordinated.
It's really strange to say that if Fei Jie still had some doubts and fears about Fan Xian's precocity, Wu Zhu didn't care about this issue. It seemed that even if Fan Xian became an old tree demon, as long as he still Fan Xian and Wu Zhu would not have any reaction.
Fan Xian thought, maybe it was because the other party was blind, so he couldn't see the expressions he often showed unintentionally, the expressions that shouldn't appear on children's faces.
Wu Zhu suddenly said: "This is a trivial matter." Obviously he felt that Fan Xian's analysis just now seemed too serious.
"I guess someone will come to kill me, is that a trivial matter?" Fan Xian laughed.
Wu Zhu replied indifferently: "Fei Jie and I have taught you so much, if you still can't deal with such small things, then something big has happened."
Fan Xian thought for a while, accepted the fact, and understood that Uncle Wu Zhu would not handle this matter for him.
"let's start."
"yes."
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After a long time, in a remote place above the cliff, Fan Xian was naked to the waist and moaned pitifully to the side: "Come again..."
Just as the voice floated out of the cliff, a wooden stick came out of nowhere and hit him hard on the back, making a muffled bang.