He Has a Dragon

Where is my home?

For an orphan like Wang Le, who has had no father or mother since childhood and is naturally insecure, there may never be a real answer.

Just when Wang Le's thoughts were confused, there was a creaking sound, and the door of the mansion opened from the inside, revealing a small gap. A man with gray hair tied up with a wooden hairpin, wearing a half-worn blue silk robe, with a wrinkled face. The wrinkled old servant stuck his head out of the door.

When the old servant saw Ji Yang standing outside the door, he was immediately overjoyed. He quickly opened the door, stepped aside, and asked: "Your Majesty, didn't you say you were going out for a few days? Why are you coming back now? Already?"

Jiyang crossed the high threshold, and at the same time did not forget to laugh and reply: "The plan can't keep up with the changes."

When all three people entered the mansion and the old servant closed the door again, Jiyang began to introduce each other to the two people who met for the first time.

The old servant's name was Li Hongru. He was first an outer disciple of Nanhua Temple. Due to his limited talent, he could not be promoted to an inner disciple after practicing for many years. However, he did not want to leave Nanhua Temple, so he was taken into the mansion by Jiyang and became a servant.

After the introduction was completed, Li Hongru smiled and said to Wang Le: "When I went out a few days ago, I kept talking about the young master coming from the secular world to visit Nanhua. The road is dangerous, so I was worried about it!"

After a pause, Li Hongru continued: "Young Master just came to Nanhua to visit, and his eyes turned dark. If you need anything, just tell me."

Wang Le smiled and nodded and said, "Uncle Li, you're not welcome, I will definitely trouble you then."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Hongru, who was smiling, waved his hand and replied: "What's the trouble? These are all my duties, and you don't need to be so polite."

Just as Wang Le was about to speak, Ji Yang stopped him with a smile: "We are all our own people, so you two should stop being so polite."

Immediately, Jiyang ordered Li Hongru: "Let the kitchen prepare some food. I and Xiaole have been traveling all day and haven't eaten anything yet, and now our stomachs are empty!"

Li Hongru responded quickly. Then he retreated.

Ji Yang then led Wang Le across an empty field about the size of a football field, covered with bluestone slabs and without flowers, plants or trees, towards the main house located in the middle of the mansion.

Wang Le, who was following Grandpa Jiyang, looked around at the environment and structure inside the mansion. As expected, it was much larger than Bai Yujing, the old Yang mansion that had been reduced to ashes.

Simple but not luxurious.

Although simple, it is grand.

This is exactly the feeling that the entire mansion brings to Wang Le.

When an old man and a young man walked through the extremely empty venue under the moonlight and walked into the living room of the main house that had been brightly lit for a long time. Wang Le couldn't help but look strange, and asked: "Grandpa, in such a big place, why is there no one else except Uncle Li?"

Ji Yang smiled and sat down on the Grand Master's chair in the living room, and asked Wang Le to sit down as well, and then replied: "Grandpa has always been used to being clean, so apart from Uncle Li, there is only one cook and one handyman in the house. "

Then Ji Yang said to Wang Le: "If you think there are few people, I will hire a few more servants from the outer gate tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Le shook his head and refused without hesitation: "Forget it, my grandson, like you, also likes peace and quiet."

Ji Yang hummed and didn't say much. After all, this was a trivial matter not worth mentioning.

Then Wang Le took the initiative to change the subject and asked, "Grandpa, my grandson remembers that Li Mubai seems to be an outer disciple."

Ji Yang replied: "That's right. Li Mubai still has talent in martial arts, but his temperament is unstable. In addition, he suffered an accidental serious illness when he was young, which destroyed his foundation. Therefore, until now, he is still in the innate realm of martial arts and cannot be promoted to the inner martial arts level. Disciple."

There was a pause. Ji Yang changed the topic again and continued: "But this boy's family has a deep connection with the head brother. When the opportunity comes, he will become an inner disciple sooner or later."

Wang Le was about to speak when his ears suddenly twitched slightly, and then he looked out the door.

Ji Yang, who was sitting across the table, was stunned for a moment, and then looked out the door.

Not a few seconds passed. I saw a thin old man wearing a gray cotton uniform, about the same age as Li Hongru, with an ordinary face that I couldn't even remember in the blink of an eye. He appeared in sight, carrying tea, and walked into the living room respectfully.

Obviously, this person is the only handyman in the house.

When the old handyman put the tea in the wooden tray on the table, Wang Le glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally, his heart jumped suddenly for no reason, he couldn't help but squint his eyes, and then returned to his natural state.

After the silent old man respectfully exited the living room, Ji Yang suddenly said: "He was born deaf."

"Uh!" Wang Le touched his nose with a look of relief on his face. He had grown up in an orphanage since he was a child. Of course, he knew more about this kind of natural disability than others.

People like the old man who are born without hearing are often mute.

Wang Le also knew that people like this often have paranoid and eccentric thoughts, and their willpower is far beyond that of ordinary people.

With his mind wandering, Wang Le picked up the tea cup and took a sip of the hot tea, and then said half-jokingly: "Grandpa, although there are few people in your house, they are all masters!"

Ji Yang chuckled, pointed at Wang Le and scolded Wang Lexiao: "You little naughty boy, I can't hide anything from you."

Then Jiyang changed the topic and shook his head: "Hongru is not a master of martial arts, but the tea-server, if grandpa competes with him on a regular basis, he has a high chance of winning, but if it comes to a life-and-death fight, he will definitely lose."

"Uh!" Wang Le suddenly raised his eyebrows, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, because his grandpa was a mid-level martial arts master.

Although Wang Le just relied on his intuition to feel that the old handyman was not simple, he did not expect that he would be so powerful.

With his mind wandering, Wang Le couldn't help but said speechlessly: "I always thought that apart from grandpa and you three brothers, there are no other martial arts masters in Nanhua Temple."

Having said this, Wang Le shook his head and said with emotion: "It's true that these thousand years of heritage are not concealed. Nanhua Temple hides dragons and crouching tigers! This will make my grandson feel much more at ease."

"Pfft!" Ji Yang almost spat out the tea he just drank in his mouth. He glared at Wang Le angrily and cursed: "You brat, it turns out you have so little confidence in Nanhua Temple!"

Wang Le: "…………"

Jiyang saw Wang Le's expression was flat, as if he hadn't heard anything, he was angry and funny, he had no choice but to curse a slut, so he had to change the topic, stared at his grandson with twinkling eyes, and said: "I really don't understand. How did you cultivate? When the deaf old man came over with tea, you discovered it before me."

Young Master Wang looked sullen and said with a smile: "Don't forget your grandson's feet. He was able to crawl out alive from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​​​blood. The intuition he developed is certainly not trivial. He is better than you." If you find out, there’s no need to make a fuss.”

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