Chapter Eighty-Six: Who Are You Like?

Jiang An'an spoke first: "Qing Zhi, if you hit my brother, I won't play with you anymore!"“Oh, forget it. Then I won’t hit him.” The little girl named Qingzhi rolled up her sleeves again.Jiang Wang...After morning exercises, Jiang Wang went out to buy breakfast as usual.

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The fried dough by Aoki Avenue and the tofu pudding across from Du De-wang are Jiang An'an's favorites lately.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, I saw an unexpected person.

This man had a simple and honest face, a strong build, and was carrying a large pack on his back. When he saw Jiang Wang, he began bowing: "Mr. Jiang!"

It was none other than the constable Tang Dun whom he had met in Tangshe Town back then. At that time, his simple and honest nature had left a deep impression on Jiang Wang.

This work is simply not done well; the address used is awkward and out of place.

Jiang Wang recalled that Tang Dun had been tutored by a traveling Confucian disciple when he was young. Probably, "Master" was the highest term of respect for him.

"Tang Detective, you came to Fenglin City for the Outer Sect examination of the Academy" Jiang Wang wondered, "Coming now is too early, isn't it"

Every year, March is the day for the Outer Sect Assessment of the Daoist Temple. Right now, it's still winter, and there's another year to go.

“I’m not a law enforcement officer anymore, I’m done with that.” Tang Dun smiled and said, “It's not too early. The imperial examinations are so difficult, you have to prepare in advance, right I’ve thought about it, this time I’m going to use an axe to smash the boat, I have to succeed!”

"…burn the boats"

"Exactly! That's it! No wonder Mr. Jiang is so accomplished!" Tang Dun slapped a flattering compliment and rubbed his hands together awkwardly before saying, "Among the people I know, only Mr. Jiang is so skilled. I just want to ask Mr. Jiang to give me some guidance..."

"No white teaching, no white teaching!" he said while taking out a cloth bag from his bosom. He peeled it layer by layer and there was a shiny silver ingot, about ten taels.

He widened his eyes and looked at Jiang Wang: "Sir..."

> Perhaps it was meant to convey sincerity, but it just made him look like a constable eyeing some notorious bandit.

“With a few months left until the Daoist Academy assessment, have you found a place to live” Jiang Wang asked.

In such situations, either agree directly or refuse resolutely. Hesitation only hurts one's face the most.

"Not yet, not yet. As soon as I entered the city, I asked around for you. You're quite famous in the city!" Tang Dun stood up his thumb and said a few happy things before saying: "I'll go find him right away!"

He pushed the silver toward Jiang Wang. “Please take it first,” he said.

Jiang Wang patiently helped him cover the layers of cloth again: "Keep it for yourself, renting a house in Fenglin City isn't cheap. Besides, starting today I'm going to teach your sister martial arts, you can come listen along. It won't take much effort."

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He casually picked up the gate of his courtyard, "I'm going to buy breakfast now, come with me I'll also ask around the neighborhood if there are any suitable residences."

"Good deal!" Tang Dun slung the large package onto his back and excitedly followed along.

This person was honest and reliable, with a certain slyness typical of straightforward people, but not in an annoying way. Jiang Wang had a good impression of him. Of course, there might also be a bit of it because of the little girl who only saw skeletons and paintings.

In fact, there are vacant rooms in the courtyard. It's not that Tang Dun couldn't live there. But firstly, their relationship wasn't good enough for that. Secondly, this home doesn't belong to just Jiang Wang alone. An An's feelings are also important. He couldn't just let someone else move in without asking An An first.

This has nothing to do with a person's morality or character. It's all about the feeling of "home" that Jiang Wang carefully maintains.

Guarding the Moon Tower.

The finest wine and delicacies were laid out, and even several courtesans richly reared by Fang Ze himself danced and sang in the front.

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Fang Huerling hosted a banquet for Shen Nanqi today, with all the pomp and circumstance one could imagine.

Fāng Hèlíng smiled brightly and toasted frequently, while Shen Nánqī remained as if he hadn't woken up.

“Come, Master Shen! I toast to you. May you advance step by step, your cultivation progress rapidly, and become one of the top three masters in this city soon!”

"I'm done." Shen Nanqi reached out and stopped Fang He Ling's wine glass, a half-smile on his face. "We're almost there."

Fang He Ling was taken aback for a moment before realizing what Shen Nan Qi was referring to. She smiled and said, “Of course! With Senior Brother Shen's talent, it would be unnatural if he didn't advance quickly!”

“Zhuge Wei is about to go to the National Highway Institute, and Wei Yan has killed so many heretics recently, he should be promoted soon.” Shen Nanzhi turned his wine glass and squinted, “Isn’t that me too”

It's hard to follow up on that.

"If I were to say, it's right now, Senior Brother, you also have the strength of the top three in the Dao Academy!"

"Fang He Ling looked sincere: "Others haven't seen you slay ferocious beasts in the Sanshan City region with your might, but I saw it with my own eyes. To be honest, Senior Brother Shen, you're just too low-key. Otherwise, during the Five Years Gathering of Three Cities Discourse, besides Senior Brother Zhang Linchuan, it should have been you!"

You didn't even get on the field, what happened Lin Zhengren didn't even make a move, and that senior brother who went on stage was defeated by Fu Baosong. What do you say, what is this!

"Crane Feather Junior Brother, if you have something to say, just say it." Shen Nanqi smiled and looked at Fang Hueling: "If you keep praising like this, Senior Brother won't be able to stand it."

"There's nothing I need from you, Senior Brother," Fang Huelin moved closer and said earnestly, "Everything I said comes from the heart. I invited you here today simply out of admiration and gratitude for your care towards me in Sanshan City."

"As for that time in Sanzhan City, I received a benefit. There's nothing to thank me for." Shen Nanqi raised an eyebrow: "You've suddenly become so attentive and have no requests of me. Could it be that you want to be friends with me"

"If Senior Brother is willing, it would be Crane Wing's honor!" Fang Crane Wing looked very surprised: "Although Crane Wing is not talented, the Fang family is one of the three major surnames in Fenglin City after all, and it will always be able to support Senior Brother Shen's cultivation!"

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Shen Nanqi laughed: "Hè Ling, you speak directly, so I'll be direct too."

He leaned back in his chair: "The you of before, I definitely wouldn't have bothered to be friends with."

Fang He Ling nodded and smiled: "I really was clueless in the past."

"But what about you now..." Shen Nanqi said, "I dare not be friends with you."

Fang Huiling's smile froze.

Shen Nanqi asked, "Do you know that you now resemble someone"

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"Who"

“To be precise, you're just trying to imitate some superficial things.” Shen Nanqi stood up and patted his shoulder, “Fang Pengju.”

After saying that, he walked out on his own. "Forget about friends. You can still find me for business."

At the beginning, when he was still in the outer sect, Shen Nanqi had always favored Fang Pengju's senior brother among his fellow disciples. This is also the reason why the Fang family could get in touch with him.

"Farewell, Shen Senior Brother!" Fang He Ling said to his back, still squeezing out a smile.

Knock knock knock.

The sound of going downstairs faded away.

The singing and dancing stopped at some unknown time.

Fang He's expression slowly vanished from his face. He suddenly stood up and overturned the entire table!

Some shadows that hung over his head, he thought he had torn away long ago.

He put in countless efforts, tearing down layer after layer.

>It wasn't until the very end that I realized it was an entire night sky.

It can't be torn apart. Demerit," which ran for hundreds of words. His elegant prose and skillful use of allusions spread widely throughout Linzi in an instant.This article discusses the core issue of whether merits and de...