Chapter 7: The Law Enforcers from Chang’an, and the Spy from the Grassland Part Two
“Sensei wouldn’t permit you to do this.” Xi Huamei thought of the last reason to stop this man.
“You are wrong.” The man in cyan turned around and said to Xi Huamei gently, “You don’t know Sensei that well. If I don’t go… he will go. When Sensei has to go, the catastrophe would really be close. With his identity, he couldn’t do many things, so Sensei wouldn’t disagree with me.”
“Will he watch you seek death and do nothing?”
“No,” the man in cyan said, “Sensei will light a incense stick for me and burn a handful of paper money.”
After that exchange, both people fell silent.
As if he wanted to break the silence, the man in cyan asked curiously, “There was a young man in black who was watching the dances. He was pulled away by a few soldiers. Do you know him?”
“Yeah. He is Fang Jie, the owner of this building and the landlord of Beckon of the Red Sleeve.”
“He is young, yet he is already surprising others.”
“He knows how to make money.”
“He is about to die,” The man in cyan casually said this while drinking tea; it had nothing to do with him. That young man piqued his interest, and the thing inside that young man’s body disgusted him. Only he could see through that vicious method, and only that person could do something like this.
“Let him die then.”
Xi Huamei’s mind wasn’t on this issue. Although that young man wasn’t annoying, he was unrelated to her.
…
After walking out of the dungeon, Fang Jie inhaled the fresh air outside. The smell of mold inside the dungeon was unpleasant, and he felt like something stuffed his heart when he stayed there for too long.
That man from Northern Liao named Wanyan Liyao was a smart person, and Fang Jie knew that he had a high status in his clan. Although other Northern Liao people around him tried to act casual, they looked at him with respect.
“How cold and poor is that place?” Fang Jie recalled what Wanyan Liyao said about 100,000 Mountains, and he couldn’t help but shiver. He tightened his fur coat and thought in frustration, “If I could cultivate, I would be able to ignore the cold like Mu Xiaoyao and Da Quan.”
The winter at Fangu City was cold already, yet Mu Xiaoyao only wore a thin long dress. Although Da Quan was wearing a leather robe, he didn’t wear anything inside.
Fang Jie suddenly thought of something while walking.
If this incident were taken care of, his count of military merit would be enough. As long as Li Xiaozong wrote him a recommendation letter and sent it to the Ministry of War, he would be able to participate in the entrance exam of the Martial Arts Academy. If he passed it, he would become a captain in the worst-case scenario after graduating.
Although he had been training everyday, he couldn’t cultivate, so the military wouldn’t value someone like him.
But the Martial Arts Academy emphasized martial arts…
Of course, if Fang Jie was talented in other fields, he might be able to stay in the academy and become a small instructor. After all, Fang Jie was confident in his math and music skills.
As long as he could stay in the Martial Arts Academy of Great Sui, those people who tried to hunt him wouldn’t dare to enter Chang’an and Martial Arts Academy to cause trouble.
Thinking that his future was bright, Fang Jie felt a lot better, and he was suddenly in the mood to eat meat stew at Yun’s Meat Shop.
Fang Jie was the most unique person in Fangu City. When the 800 soldiers got ready for war, he was wandering on the street. Since he couldn’t find someone to go with him, he had to go eat the delicious meat stew alone.
When Fang Jie walked to Yun’s Meat Shop, Su Tugou was chopping up the wild animals, and his hands were stained by blood.
Seeing Fang Jie walking in, Su Tugou wiped the blood on his hand with his apron, stood up, and smiled. “Little Brother Fang, you are here again?”
“I’m here to see your wife,” Fang Jie said something shameless and then watched Su Tugou deskin the wild animals. He found that even though Su Tugou seemed humble and soft, he was an artist at butchering animals.
“You are wrong.” The man in cyan turned around and said to Xi Huamei gently, “You don’t know Sensei that well. If I don’t go… he will go. When Sensei has to go, the catastrophe would really be close. With his identity, he couldn’t do many things, so Sensei wouldn’t disagree with me.”
“Will he watch you seek death and do nothing?”
“No,” the man in cyan said, “Sensei will light a incense stick for me and burn a handful of paper money.”
After that exchange, both people fell silent.
As if he wanted to break the silence, the man in cyan asked curiously, “There was a young man in black who was watching the dances. He was pulled away by a few soldiers. Do you know him?”
“Yeah. He is Fang Jie, the owner of this building and the landlord of Beckon of the Red Sleeve.”
“He is young, yet he is already surprising others.”
“He knows how to make money.”
“He is about to die,” The man in cyan casually said this while drinking tea; it had nothing to do with him. That young man piqued his interest, and the thing inside that young man’s body disgusted him. Only he could see through that vicious method, and only that person could do something like this.
“Let him die then.”
Xi Huamei’s mind wasn’t on this issue. Although that young man wasn’t annoying, he was unrelated to her.
…
After walking out of the dungeon, Fang Jie inhaled the fresh air outside. The smell of mold inside the dungeon was unpleasant, and he felt like something stuffed his heart when he stayed there for too long.
That man from Northern Liao named Wanyan Liyao was a smart person, and Fang Jie knew that he had a high status in his clan. Although other Northern Liao people around him tried to act casual, they looked at him with respect.
“How cold and poor is that place?” Fang Jie recalled what Wanyan Liyao said about 100,000 Mountains, and he couldn’t help but shiver. He tightened his fur coat and thought in frustration, “If I could cultivate, I would be able to ignore the cold like Mu Xiaoyao and Da Quan.”
The winter at Fangu City was cold already, yet Mu Xiaoyao only wore a thin long dress. Although Da Quan was wearing a leather robe, he didn’t wear anything inside.
Fang Jie suddenly thought of something while walking.
If this incident were taken care of, his count of military merit would be enough. As long as Li Xiaozong wrote him a recommendation letter and sent it to the Ministry of War, he would be able to participate in the entrance exam of the Martial Arts Academy. If he passed it, he would become a captain in the worst-case scenario after graduating.
Although he had been training everyday, he couldn’t cultivate, so the military wouldn’t value someone like him.
But the Martial Arts Academy emphasized martial arts…
Of course, if Fang Jie was talented in other fields, he might be able to stay in the academy and become a small instructor. After all, Fang Jie was confident in his math and music skills.
As long as he could stay in the Martial Arts Academy of Great Sui, those people who tried to hunt him wouldn’t dare to enter Chang’an and Martial Arts Academy to cause trouble.
Thinking that his future was bright, Fang Jie felt a lot better, and he was suddenly in the mood to eat meat stew at Yun’s Meat Shop.
Fang Jie was the most unique person in Fangu City. When the 800 soldiers got ready for war, he was wandering on the street. Since he couldn’t find someone to go with him, he had to go eat the delicious meat stew alone.
When Fang Jie walked to Yun’s Meat Shop, Su Tugou was chopping up the wild animals, and his hands were stained by blood.
Seeing Fang Jie walking in, Su Tugou wiped the blood on his hand with his apron, stood up, and smiled. “Little Brother Fang, you are here again?”
“I’m here to see your wife,” Fang Jie said something shameless and then watched Su Tugou deskin the wild animals. He found that even though Su Tugou seemed humble and soft, he was an artist at butchering animals.
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