Build the Traveler Alliance from Scratch

Chapter 588 Could this be a ninth-grade master?
  Fan Xian was puzzled by this point.

Even if the person who submitted the invitation kept it in a place that could perfectly moisturize it, it would never look like this!
  After thinking for a moment, Fan Xian put away the post, called his servants, and asked them to bring the person who submitted the invitation to his room.

Not long after, Ya Mu entered Fan Mansion under the leadership of a servant.

All the way in, I saw the courtyard getting deeper and deeper, with rockeries, lawns, flowers and shallow water, and the scenery was quite elegant. Along the way, I met many servants and servants, men, women, old and young. The scale was much larger than the Fan Mansion in Danzhou Port.

Not only that, the area of ​​Kyoto Fanfu is also extremely vast.

Yamu followed the boy for a while, but he didn't reach the inner courtyard yet.

Kyoto is at the foot of the emperor, and every inch of land is valuable. The fact that the Fan family can own a mansion here that is dozens of times wider than the old house in Danzhou shows how powerful Fan Xian's father Fan Jian is in Kyoto.

In the bedroom, Fan Xian was dressed neatly and sat on a chair. He looked at the nursing home at the door and asked, "Did that person feel amazed or restrained by the wealthy courtyard of Fan Mansion along the way?"

The guardian shook his head and said, "I've never seen it."

Fan Xian continued to ask: "Not even a little surprised?"

The nursing home thought about it for a moment, shook his head again and said: "There should be appreciation, but definitely not admiration. Moreover, along the way, his words and deeds were not formal at all, and his eyes were quite casual. He did not deliberately avoid the female family members of the inner courtyard. just like……"

Having said this, the nurse couldn't help but show hesitation and looked at Fan Xian cautiously.

Fan Xian raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "But it doesn't matter!"

The nurse said coquettishly: "It's like the first time the young master comes to the house."

"Like me?"

Fan Xian waved his hand thoughtfully, signaling the nurse to leave.

After he left, he turned his gaze to the dark corner of the room.

"Grandma wrote in the letter that this person has extremely high martial arts skills and can easily smash the courtyard wall with one palm from the air. Therefore, she suspects that this person is probably a ninth-grade master under the Grand Master, but I think that the ninth-grade master A master may not be able to do what he did."

"Uncle, what do you think?"

After the words fell, a figure walked out of the dim shadows.

There was no wrinkle or expression on his face, and his eyes were covered with a piece of black cloth. He looked like the dark night sky, or like a rippleless lake at night, dead silent, calm, without a trace of fluctuation.

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

After hearing Fan Xian's words, Wu Zhu was silent for a moment and slowly shook his head.

"I can't tell."

"..."

Fan Xian's brows twitched and he said helplessly: "Uncle, didn't you say you had fought with the Grand Master before? How can you not tell the difference?"

In this world, martial arts are respected by nine, and warriors who practice true energy are divided into grades one to nine according to their realm, and those above the ninth grade are great masters that are rare in this world.

In the entire Qingyu Nian world, there are only four apparent great masters.

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

Wu Zhu was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then shook his head with more confirmation: "Ninth Grade, Grand Master, I really can't tell the difference."

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

Wu Zhu said calmly: "What's the matter?"

Fan Xian said quickly: "Grandma said that this man told her a story in Danzhou, saying that his master had fought with you back then, and he was most likely beaten by you... Do you remember?"

"..."

Wu Zhu was silent for a moment and said slowly: "I forgot."

Fan Xian rolled his eyes and was about to complain when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside the door, so he quickly changed his words: "Uncle, you find a place to hide first, and then you take action after I ask you to take action!"

"..."

Wu Zhu nodded silently, then took a step back and hid in the shadows.

Soon, there was a knock on the door, and Fan Xian called out, "Come in." The boy then opened the door, turned sideways, and made way for the mysterious guest behind him.

Looking at Ya Mu, who had a tall and straight posture and a heroic temperament, Fan Xian first praised him in his heart, and then spoke with a smile.

"Are you the Mr. Mu mentioned in grandma's letter?"

"..."

Yamu did not answer immediately, but looked at Fan Xian first, and then smiled and said, "That's right."

The smile on Fan Xian's face instantly faded and he sneered: "No, you are definitely not Mr. Mu!"

Yamu was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he was doing and asked in surprise: "Then the greeting card is fake?"

"Of course it's a lie!" Fan Xian sneered, "I'm afraid you don't know. I received a letter from my grandma a few days ago. The letter clearly stated that Mr. Mu had just set off today. Why? Maybe you’ll arrive in the capital in the afternoon?”

"Tell me, who are you? Why did you forge a greeting card and sneak into Fan's house?"

... Flying pigeons delivering messages?
  Yamu looked at Fan Xian with surprise.

What flying pigeon can fly faster than him?

Moreover, Mrs. Fan obviously just saw him today, how could she have been flying pigeons a few days ago... Wait!
  Yamu suddenly realized that he was flying too fast, and the greeting card was placed in the storage space. When he took it out, it looked exactly like he had just written it. The ink on it was probably not dry yet.

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

If he wanted to prove that the invitation was genuine, he had to explain to Fan Xian why the ink was still wet.

...Why is this little fox more difficult to deal with than the old lady in Danzhou!

Yamu rubbed his forehead with a headache, thinking that he was still too naive and had exposed himself in front of Fan Xian so easily.

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

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

With such thoughts, Yamu couldn't take it seriously even if he wanted to.

After thinking for a while, Yamu decisively gave up the explanation and decided to show his cards directly.

He cast his gaze towards the darkness in the corner of the bedroom and said with a smile, "You are Wu Zhu, right?"

Hearing Ya Mu's words, Fan Xian's expression suddenly changed with a sneer on his face. Before he could react further, Yamu suddenly burst out with a majestic momentum.

Wu Zhu detected the danger of high-energy reaction, and immediately jumped out from the shadows. The black iron rod in his hand, which looked like a sword but not a sword, pierced the air and stabbed Ya Mu quickly between his eyebrows.

"call out--"

A sharp and deadly sound broke through the air.

Yamu crossed his arms and stood motionless.

An indescribable 'qi' surged on his body and gathered in the void one foot in front of his eyebrows.

In an instant, the screams stopped.

The black iron rod that stabbed at him stagnated in the air, and Wu Zhu, who was holding the iron rod behind him, also seemed to be suspended in the air, making it difficult for the whole person to move forward.

Seeing this scene, Fan Xian stood up suddenly and was so shocked that he couldn't even speak.

He blocked Wu Zhu's iron drill using only his true energy...

Could this be a ninth-grade master? !

Fan Xian couldn't help but complain.

At the same time, Wu Zhu, who was forcibly intercepted by Ya Mu in the air, did not have any distracting thoughts.

He looked at Ya Mu expressionlessly and quickly analyzed the situation at hand. Then he released his hand and held it behind his back, grabbing the iron drill fixed in the air. His body drew an arc in the air and he raised his foot to kick Ya Mu's chest.

"Bam—"

The energy splashed out, hitting the ground like pits like a sword.

With such a ferocious kick, even a ninth-grade expert would probably be kicked so hard that his chest would be sunken and his heart would burst.

But Ya Mu just raised his hand and easily held Wu Zhu's ankle.

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

Just when the sword was about to hit Wu Zhu's neck, Ya Mu suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked at Wu Zhu in surprise.

After thinking for a moment, he turned the knife into a horizontal palm and slapped Wu Zhu on the neck.

I don't know what he did to cause Uncle Wu Zhu, who was invincible in Fan Xian's eyes, to lose the ability to move instantly.

"thump!"

"Uncle Wu Zhu!"

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

Ya Mu 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, I didn't take his life."

"..."

Fan Xian glared at Yamu, but made no further move. It seemed that he had no intention of resisting.

Just as Ya Mu was about to let go of his hand, his nose suddenly moved slightly, as if he smelled something.

Then, he sighed and said helplessly: "Don't put the poison. This level of poison can't hurt me. On the contrary, if it leaks out, there is a risk of killing your servants."

...It was actually discovered!
  Fan Xian was shocked and quickly thought of other ways to deal with it.

At this moment, Yamu suddenly said: "The wind is strong and the sky is high, the apes are screaming in mourning, the white birds are flying back in the clear sand of Zhugong, the boundless fallen trees are rustling, the endless Yangtze River is rolling in - this is what you wrote at the Prince Jing's Mansion Poetry Club The song "Deng Gao" is indeed seven words and one masterpiece, but unfortunately, its real author is not you, but Shaolingye Lao, the poet sage Du Fu!"

As soon as these words came out, they were like a thunderbolt from the blue, resounding in Fan Xian's ears.

His rapidly whirling thoughts suddenly stopped, and he turned to look at Ya Mu blankly.

"how do you know……"

Fan Xian's thoughts returned, his eyes widened immediately, and he looked at Ya Mu in disbelief: "Could it be that you too..."

Yamu nodded slightly, then turned to look at the unconscious Wu Zhu 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 first."

"..."

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

These emotions include the excitement of meeting the time traveler, as well as the shock and worry about Yamu's strength.

Looking at the expression on Fan Xian's face, Ya Mu couldn't help but sigh.

He originally planned to sneak into Fan Xian's side as a hidden master, but unfortunately, the newbie was inexperienced and his attitude was not correct enough, which led to the temporary forged identity being full of loopholes.

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

The Saiyan's violent temper suddenly broke out, and he flew here regardless.

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

As Ya Mu thought this, he stood quietly, waiting for Fan Xian to digest this big news.

After a long time, Fan Xian sat back on the chair and looked at Ya Mu with complicated eyes and a hint of embarrassment.

"...Grandma said in the letter that you are a fan of my books, but in fact, you saw those stories of past lives, so you want to come to Kyoto to find me, the plagiarist?"

"..."

Yamu nodded silently.

Fan Xian slapped his forehead, then lowered his head to cover his eyes, and whispered as if he was shameless in front of others: "In addition to "Ascending", I also copied Dream of Red Mansions in Kyoto. Don't laugh at me."

Yamu asked strangely: "Why should I laugh at you?"

"That's good!" Fan Xian immediately lowered his arms and quickly skipped the topic, "By the way, since you are a time traveler like me, you must be the one on the invitation...Mu Xian... Brother Mu!"

"Brother Mu, I have a doubt. I am extremely puzzled. I want you to——"

Before he finished speaking, Fan Xian suddenly recalled Ya Mu's teleporting speed just now.

"Wait a minute!" Fan Xian looked at Ya Mu in disbelief, "You didn't just take half a day to run from Danzhou to the capital, did you?"

(End of this chapter)