Chapter 8 The Origin of Grudges

“Clarify your uncle!”

Fan Xian, dressed in tight clothes and with a dark and handsome face, walked out of the woods, as if someone owed him a million or eight hundred thousand.

The mood was obviously not very good.

But this is normal. After all, no one would feel good if they were scammed by Zuowang Dao and the Joy Cult.

Especially those two shameless guys who pretended to be kind and said they wanted to help clarify the misunderstanding.

Now Fan Xian gets angry when he hears the word “clarify”.

However, in order to clarify the grudge between the two parties and find out why the Zuwang Dao and the Joyful Sect were looking for him, he could only suppress his anger temporarily.

only!

Xu Wenhe felt…really good when he saw him angry.

Especially as [joy] slowly condenses in the void and helps with practice, the wonderful feeling is needless to say.

and so!
Fan Xian is now like a walking magic weapon for practicing martial arts!

natural!

Instead of being angry, Xu Wenhe looked at him with an even more pleasing look.

“Don’t be angry, Master Fan. There’s no need to clarify the rumors. Just don’t clarify them. Why get angry? I tell you, anger is bad for your health!”

He tried to persuade her with pretended concern.

This tone sounds sarcastic to others. Anyway, we don’t know his intention for the time being, so let’s just deal with it first.

Pei Qian, a funny guy, quickly laughed when he heard it.

While glancing at the real owner.

as predicted!

Fan Xian’s face turned even darker after being scolded by this bad guy. He was now taking deep breaths!

It took a lot of effort to calm myself down.

Fan Xian immediately put on a smiling face.

“Okay, Brother Yan, thank you for your concern. I will remember it. But Brother Yan, let’s be frank. I, Fan Xian, came here this time just to know one thing. I have no grudges against you. Why do you want to harm me?”

He asked somewhat puzzled.

But this question is obviously a bit naive.

When Xu Wenhe heard this, the corners of his mouth curled up.

“Young Master Fan, you are too serious. But the grudge between you and me is not a personal grudge, but involves the struggle between the Joy Cult and the powerful people of Nanqing!”

for this answer.

Fan Xian didn’t understand.

I replied as a matter of course.

“Your struggle with the powerful people in Nanqing is just a fight for power and profit, isn’t it? What does this have to do with a bastard like me?”

Fan Xian was not a bookworm who was oblivious to what was happening outside, so he naturally knew that the Pleasure Cult and the Forgetfulness Sect were located in the southeast and west respectively, and they had always been at odds with Nanqing.

But in his view, this is just a struggle for power and profit.

I took it for granted that it had nothing to do with me.

But the problem is!

Is it really just a struggle for power?

Xu Wenhe laughed again: “Young Master Fan, this is probably not the struggle for power and profit you think!”

“Isn’t it?”

Fan Xian looked surprised.

“of course not!”

Xu Wenhe shook his head: “In fact, we are just a group of people who are looking for happiness. We are not extreme. Most of us are like the one next to me. The happiness they pursue is that the family can have enough food and not go hungry. Unfortunately, the powerful people will not let them do that.”

He pointed at Pei Qian beside him.

Although the latter had a smile on his face, it was as cold as winter.

Fan Xian’s expression suddenly became filled with fear.

Obviously realized something.

I couldn’t help but feel a chill down my spine.

“So, the reason why Zuowang Dao shouted that the streets of heaven would trample all the nobles’ bones was because…” He stopped talking halfway and swallowed the rest of his words.

“Yes!”

Xu Wenhe nodded: “You are right, but that was only the beginning. Later, hehe, the whole family died, so of course people went crazy. However, these are a group of extremely sober lunatics!”

A sober madman!
Nima!

This damn thing sounds like it’s not something you can deal with!
Fan Xian felt a chill in his heart.

A hint of fear unconsciously flashed in his eyes.

A group of extremely lucid lunatics is scary enough, not to mention that they also possess such an incredible martial art as [Cheating Sutra]. Fan Xian once again realized why Master Fei Jie had repeatedly warned him not to provoke the Zuowang Dao and the Joyful Sect.

“But this still has nothing to do with me, why did you come to me!”

After understanding the nature of the initial fight between the two sides.

Fan Xian subconsciously wanted to distance himself from the matter.

but!

“Don’t be impatient, Master Fan, we will soon talk about your relationship with this matter!”

Xu Wenhe quickly confirmed his words, but then changed the subject: “First of all, you enjoy the privileges of the rich and powerful, this is the first, second, and most importantly, your mother is Ye Qingmei, she stands on the side of Emperor Qing, and has a great grudge against the Zuowang Dao and the Joy Cult.”

“Ah, my mother? What grudge does my mother have against you?”

Fan Xian was confused.

It seems that he is still unaware of the entanglement between Ye Qingmei and Zuwang Dao.

This expression.

Even Xu Wenhe was a little surprised!
I couldn’t help but look at Wu Zhu.

“Why, didn’t Mr. Wu tell you that your mother Ye Qingmei established the inner treasury, built three major workshops, improved the finances and taxation of Nanqing, and established the Inspection Institute, directly confronting the Zuowang Dao and the Joyful Cult?”

“Ah, this…”

Fan Xian felt numb inside at this moment.

He established an inner treasury and built three major blocks to improve the finances and taxation of Nanqing, his direct rival. He also established the Inspection Institute to directly fight against the two. This feud must have been huge for a long time.

No wonder he did it without any hesitation!

Love is the son of my enemy!
Fan Xian could only say that he had not been wronged.

After all, Ye Qingmei is his mother, and she is in the powerful class headed by Emperor Qing!
It’s only because Ye Qingmei died early, otherwise, haha!
However, after finally figuring out the origin of this feud, Fan Xian was overwhelmed.

And just when he was having a headache about this!

Xu Wenhe spoke again.

“Of course, these were done by your mother. You have not been directly involved. So, Li Chenzhou and I came here just to disgust the son of your enemy and have some fun. We won’t die, but!”

He paused suddenly, his tone suddenly turned cold: “Next is our war with the powerful people of Nanqing and that old thing Emperor Qing. If you want to join, that’s fine. If you want to stay out of it, just follow Mr. Wu and stay away. If you follow your mother, then I, Yan, have to say sorry in advance!”

A warning filled with murderous intent.

Fan Xian instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

And having said this!
Xu Wenhe didn’t plan to stay any longer, so he turned around and waved his hand.

“Okay, Master Fan, that’s all I have to say. Take care of yourself. Goodbye!”

Unexpectedly, he had only taken two steps!
“Wait, how do I know what you said is true? The Pleasure Cult is best at playing with others. What if you play with me again?”

Fan Xian knew everything, but he was unwilling to retreat. Or he hoped that this was just another trick.

Instead of getting such an almost unsolvable hatred.

Xu Wenhe didn’t even bother to turn his head.

“That’s easy. If you want to know whether it’s true or not, just go to the southeast with Mr. Wu. If you want to see the evil of the corrupt Nanqing, then go back to Danzhou and find a street. Look for those people who sell their children. I saw them when I came here. Or you can go back to your Fan Mansion and find the maid you bought. You will know the answer by asking her!”

……

……

Drive, drive, drive!
Da da da!
On the official road from Kyoto to Danzhou.

Fei Jie was riding his horse at full speed, rushing towards Danzhou in a panic. Behind him, even the group of black cavalry were left behind by hundreds of meters.

As Fan Xian’s teacher, Fei Jie treats him almost like his own son.

So, as soon as he learned that the Zuowang Dao and the Joyful Cult were looking for Fan Xian, Fei Jie didn’t even care about the mission of the Inspection Institute, and quickly caught up with the Black Cavalry and joined the rescue, rushing all the way.

Even so, he still thought it was too slow.

But the black knight behind him couldn’t stand it!
“Master Fei, we can’t run like this anymore. Otherwise, even if we reach Danzhou, the Black Cavalry will be exhausted and won’t be able to fight anymore!”

Knowing that they couldn’t travel any further, the masked Black Knight leader caught up with them and gave them a reminder.

“I know, but that’s the Way of Forgetfulness, the Cult of Joy, a group of monsters that can twist other people’s natures. If we don’t hurry up, everything will be over!”

Fei Jie waved the whip and roared at the top of his lungs.

Obviously he was not unaware of the reason.

But the disciple who is like a biological son is in danger.

I just can’t help it!

This made the Black Knight Commander very helpless!
“Master Fei, we can’t run like this. After all, even if people can bear it, horses can’t!”

“There’s no other way. It looks like I have to go first. You guys follow me. Go!”

Fei Jie threw down a few words, swung the whip hard, and galloped away without looking back, and in a blink of an eye he had put some distance between them.

Ugh!
The Black Knight commander could only sigh helplessly.

Unfortunately, neither Fei Jie nor Hei Qi knew that by doing this, the other party could not only play tricks on them, but also generate a lot of [pleasure] to practice martial arts!
They look like a bunch of walking magic weapons for practicing martial arts!
Who wouldn’t like a bunch of lovable magic tools for practicing martial arts?
Anyway, Xu Wenhe likes it very much!
(End of this chapter)