"Master Zhan, I'm sorry." Mr. Shi said to Zhan Qingfeng.
"No way. Brother Jiang has always had this temper, like a child. I didn't mean to offend you, sir. Please forgive me."
Mr. Shi nodded and immediately chased after him.
This Mr. Shi's name is Shi Yuan, and he is a retainer of Princess Xinyang. This man seemed to be a weak scholar, but Jiang Yunguang, who was one of the best in martial arts among the Jinyi Guards, suffered repeated defeats at his hands. The eldest princess of Xinyang lost her husband in her early years. The princess's mansion had many retainers, many of whom were the eldest princess's male favorites.
When Jiang Yunguang first met Mr. Shi, he thought he was also that kind of person. He couldn't stand Mr. Shi's aloof and self-proclaimed look, so he made provocations. Mr. Shi was completely unmoved by Jiang Yunguang's words. Jiang Yunguang took action without hesitation, but was defeated by Mr. Shi. From then on, Jiang Yunguang often made trouble for Mr. Shi. His behavior reached the ears of the eldest princess, who even talked to him once.
"Xu'er (Jiang Yunguang's courtesy name is Xixu), Mr. Shi is not mine." Princess Xinyang said straight to the point.
"I know." Jiang Yunguang replied neatly.
"I know you're still causing trouble for him."
"I don't like him. He always has a dead face, as if someone owes him money. Moreover, his martial arts is really good. I have benefited a lot from competing with him." Jiang Yunguang is a complete martial arts fanatic. When someone is a little better in martial arts, he wants to compete with him.
Princess Xinyang asked him: "How did you know that he was not my guest?"
Jiang Yunguang replied very unkindly: "How can he like you if he is so good at martial arts?"
After saying this, Jiang Yunguang was beaten by Princess Xinyang until he couldn't get out of bed for three days.
According to Jiang Yunguang's temperament, he should have respected Shi Yuan very much, but Shi Yuan always had a cold face and looked very arrogant. This made Jiang Yunguang angry when he saw his face. Just like now, Shi Yuan rushed to Jiang Yunguang on horseback, and Jiang Yunguang snorted coldly.
"Why are you chasing her? Come as my mother tells you to do. Why haven't I seen you so obedient in the past?"
Shi Yuan seemed not to have heard Jiang Yunguang's sarcasm, and said to himself: "The Guhui teaching method is weird, and the poisonous poison technique is hard to guard against. Jiang Qianhu should not be careless."
"Why, are you even afraid of the Guhui Sect?"
"Thousands of households should not underestimate the enemy." Shi Yuan's face was as expressionless as a sculpture, and his voice was also flat and without any ripples. Listening to him speak was like someone pouring a basin of cold water on his head in the cold winter. What kind of blood? It's almost time to cool down.
Jiang Yunguang rolled his eyes and said: "I said you are not very old, but you act like a monk all day long. No, monks are not like you. The Zen Master Zhixin who looks after the Guo Temple is much more lovable than you."
Shi Yuan said nothing, but suddenly accelerated his speed. The dust raised by the horse's hooves made Jiang Yunguang take a bite.
"Hey, stop! You bastard!"
When Jiang Yunguang, Shi Yuan and others were rushing to Ruixian County, Ye Wuji was drinking tea with Zen Master Zhixin. In the simple little temple, the Zen master dressed in white made this humble room look better than countless mansions.
The Zen master's movements of making tea are smooth and smooth, which is pleasing to the eye. His fingers are slender and white, and the rough porcelain tea bowl in his hand looks like a gold cup or jade cup. The Zen master handed the tea to Ye Wuji, who took it with both hands.
"When you make tea, you look a bit like my master." Ye Wuji said, "His movements of making tea are more beautiful than yours. Of course, I'm not saying that you are not good-looking."
The Zen master smiled and said: "Thank you to the master of the village for being a fairy. Naturally, he is not comparable to a poor monk."
"My master is not a god." Ye Wuji said, "He also needs to eat and sleep. And let me tell you, he is also picky about food!" Ye Wuji winked at the Zen master, "If he doesn't like pork, he won't. I don’t like coriander when I eat fish. When I was a kid, he told me not to be a picky eater, but he himself was not the same.”