He thinks the reason why Fei Jie is puzzled is: "Didn't my father always ignore his illegitimate son? Why would he send a special teacher here? If it is to teach reading, it's fine, how can such an old pervert teach himself?" ?”
Seeing that the other party knew Uncle Wu Zhu, Fan Xian knew it was not his turn to intervene in this matter, so he sat down on the bed pretending to be stupid.
After the adults explained everything clearly, Fan Xian used his small arms to remove the sheet from Teacher Fei Jie's body, and then hid behind Wu Zhu with a smirk, acting like a fool.
It's a pity that they showed their hands today, and the two powerful figures in front of them knew that the four-year-old boy in front of him had a difficult mind.
The sky is already slightly bright, and the sound of roosters crowing and servants boiling water can be heard faintly in the distance.
Wu Zhu led Fei Jie out, but before leaving, Fan Xian heard Wu Zhu's cold words: "When will you explain why you will know who I am."
Fan Xian's heart skipped a beat, he really didn't know how to explain it, when he came to Danzhou four years ago with Uncle Wu Zhu thousands of miles away, he was only a few months old baby. He thought and thought, but couldn't come up with a good excuse, only because he was scared badly by that weird old man Fei Jie.
Danzhou City began to wake up from sleep, but there was no sign of the humble grocery store opening.
In a dark room in the store, Wu Zhu looked at Fei Jie coldly: "What do you mean lame?"
Although Fei Jie can be called a master of the generation in some respects, when he thought of the cold-blooded and viciousness of the blind boy in front of him according to the rumors, he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive, and replied: "Master always grows up, and in the future he will always grow up." We will face those things in Kyoto, and if we prepare earlier, we will have a better chance of winning in the future."
Wu Zhu raised his head and "looked" at him.
Although he knew that the other party was blind, Fei Jie always felt that there were two murderous lights staring at him from behind the black cloth. He smiled and said, "If my lord has any objections, I can go back to Kyoto right away. I believe you will." I respect your opinion."
Wu Zhu shook his head: "I think it's not that simple for the cripple to ask you to come."
"That's right." Fei Jie thought that only this guy in front of him dared to call Mr. Dean a lame man. He bent over and replied, "My lord has never found the box left by Miss, and I'm worried that those who are interested will find it." , so I would like to ask the five masters for guidance."
"You don't need to look for it, Miss has already destroyed the box before she died." Wu Zhu said expressionlessly.
Fei Jie nodded, turned to leave, and suddenly frowned again: "I always feel that the young master is a little strange, Mr. Wu, he is only four years old, and you let him practice such a domineering zhenqi kung fu, aren't you afraid of accidents?"
"The strange thing is still to come, and I didn't teach his true qigong." Wu Zhu looked at the poison who was about to become the teacher of the little master, and said lightly, "I'm just thankful for you."
Fei Jie touched the aching wound on his head, always felt that this sentence seemed to be a bad omen, so he left with a wry smile.
After he left, the blind Wuzhu entered a secret room of the grocery store, staring blankly at a dusty box in the corner, with the black cloth still covering his eyes, but it was obvious that he was Thinking about something.
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During the daytime, a strange gentleman came to Earl Befu. After submitting the name card, he was personally interviewed by the old lady. Somehow, he gained the trust of the old lady and began to serve as the second husband of the young master of the Fan family.
The maids had spread the news a long time ago, and it was very strange that a guy with gauze wrapped around his head, who looked like an old hooligan, was qualified to be the husband of his lovely young master.
In the study, Fan Xian was beating Mr. Fei's back obediently and pleasantly. He knocked him on the pillow last night. At this time, he had to hurry up to please him.
"Teacher, you can't blame the students." He said in a childish voice, feeling quite disgusted in his heart, "You take a knife, the students are young, so they are a little impulsive."
Fei Jie wondered how he would pry the door open without a knife. He was just going to sneak a look at what the legendary illegitimate child looked like. Who knew that the child would stay up in the middle of the night and play with insomnia.
So this misunderstanding is unavoidable, but the back of my head still hurts a bit, it's a pity, I must find a way to recover this debt in the future.
"I thought the teacher would come to teach me quietly."
"That's right. In many tales in the legends of the Jianghu, a young man who lives alone in a small garden encounters a strange man and learns an amazing skill, while the people around him don't know anything. This kind of thing often happens."
Fan Xian looked at Teacher Fei Jie bitterly, listening to him.
"But not everyone in this world is a fool, and you are not my daughter-in-law, and I don't like to climb walls every day." Fei Jie's face was not very good, and he looked at the little boy in front of him, "So since there is a Identity, it’s better to use this identity to teach you.”
Fan Xian grinned, climbed onto his lap and sat down: "Teacher, do you know my father? What kind of person is he?"
Fei Jie's face was blushing. Knowing that the little guy in front of him was full of ruthlessness, he was still acting innocent in front of him. A feeling of powerlessness arose in his body. When he heard the other party's question, he thought for a while before answering: " Lord Earl is a friend of my boss, so he asked me to teach you, you should call me teacher in the future."
"Teacher? Then what are you going to teach me?"
Fei Jie chuckled, and a strange light flashed in his slightly brown eyes: "I can only... use poison, so I'm here to teach you how to use poison to kill people, and how not to be poisoned to death by others."
Originally thought that this sentence could scare the child to cry, but Fei Jie immediately realized that the child in front of him was not an ordinary person, so his trick probably wouldn't work.
Sure enough, Fan Xian's big eyes were full of excitement, and his long eyelashes blinked with great interest: "Then what are you waiting for? Shall I catch a few rabbits as test subjects? Rabbits are not good, then Just use toad?"
Fei Jie turned around foolishly, wondering if this little guy is really only four years old
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months later.
In the mass graves about a dozen miles away from Danzhou Port, in the slightly whitish eastern sky, the faint morning light sprinkled on the dark graveyard, making this land even more spooky.
Fei Jie stood outside the cemetery with his hands clasped, looking at the young master who was squatting in the grave, his brows trembled a few times.
This time, it was an excuse to go on a trip, and asked the old lady of the Earl's Mansion for a few days off, and took Fan Xian to the cemetery to dissect the body to learn the structure of the human body.
Although he knew that Master Fan Xian was very different from ordinary little boys, when Fei Jie saw Fan Xian, it only took him a while to get used to the gloomy atmosphere in the cemetery, and he managed to stabilize his mind so quickly. He began to dissect the corpses in the cemetery according to the relevant content learned in this month. Fei Jie himself was very frightened.
He has always been a professional in dealing with these dead bodies, but he has never seen a four-year-old boy who can face the dead bodies so calmly.
There was a foul smell in the grave, a beautiful and clean little boy was wearing a big mask, and his tiny hands were pulling out sticky intestines from a half-rotten corpse.
This scene was horrific, very frightening, and Fan Xian felt that his second life was still miserable.