Chapter 22: Such Ambition Part Two

“Your injuries can’t be healed. Why should we waste time?” The crippled old man smiled and said, “Besides, if you become quadriplegic, you can only stay at Beckon of the Red Sleeve, and Mu Xiaoyao will be here as well. Why should I save you?”

Fang Jie sighed, “Are all hermits shameless like you?”

The crippled old man rolled his eyes at Fang Jie and said, “I’m only looking for a disciple; I don’t care about you. There are many people dying in the world each day; will I have time to drink liquor and sleep if I have to save them all? Saving and rescuing others is something that the Buddhist Sect promotes; it has nothing to do with me. Even if the Buddhist Sect doesn’t care, there is the government.”

“Grandpa Luo, don’t scare him anymore.” At this moment, Aunt Xi who changed into a set of luxurious faint-golden clothes walked in. She smiled and said to Fang Jie, “You are fortunate. Did you take a small golden pill earlier? That is the most precious pill in the world. I don’t know why he liked you and gave you one.”

“Small golden pill?” Fang Jie was confused.

“The small golden pill has the miraculous effect of saving the dead and adding flesh to white bones. Even if all your organs shattered, a small golden pill can help you recover, let alone a few broken rib bones and a injured spine,” Aunt Xi said with a smile, “He and I are in the same family. Since he gave you a small golden pill, it can be said that I gave you one. A small golden pill is worth tens of thousands of taels of gold. Even a wealthy family can’t get one. Since you owe me this much, you can leave after paying me back.”

Fang Jie exhaled and sighed, “If I don’t go, Mu Xiaoyao won’t leave, right? See, the same thing was said, but it is a lot more cunning and sounds righteous. That crippled old man is far inferior than you, Ms. Xi… but I have to go.”

“Why?”

“I need to go to Chang’an.”

“Alright…” Aunt Xi replied calmly, “Beckon of the Red Sleeve will go to Chang’an as well.”

The crippled old man was stunned, and he couldn’t help but sniff. “Ms. Xi… thank you.”

Aunt Xi waved her hand and laughed, “Grandpa Luo, you guarded Beckon of the Red Sleeve for ten years, and I’m doing this to return a portion of our gratitude. You don’t have to say anything. We have to go to Chang’an sooner or later. If he doesn’t return, I need to beg Sensei.”

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Fang Jie recovered in three days, and he was surprised by this. People said that injuries to the bones needed at least 100 days to heal, let alone the fact that he injured his most important bone – the spine.

After three days, Fang Jie was able to move around. The effect of a small golden pill sure was miraculous.

Now that Beckon of the Red Sleeve was going to Chang’an, the crippled old man that Aunt Xi called Grandpa Luo wouldn’t let go of Mu Xiaoyao. Since this was the case, Fang Jie wouldn’t go to Chang’an that was tens of thousands of kilometers away with Da Quan on their own. The journey would be dangerous, so it would be great to have a powerful bodyguard like Grandpa Luo. It was a good thing to be tough, but acting tough in all situations was no different from being a fool in Fang Jie’s eyes.

As soon as the news about Beckon of the Red Sleeve’s imminent departure got out, it caused a great wave in this little border city. In the last two years, it was hard to tell how much wealth that Beckon of the Red Sleeve brought to the city, but the residents were already used to the fairy-like girls of this ensemble.

Now suddenly hearing that Beckon of the Red Sleeve was leaving, even those aunts and wives who called these girls bewitching and coquettish felt a little empty inside.

Due to the existence of Red Sleeve Pavilion, Gold Essence Shop, and Guest-Prosper Dwell, the residents of Fangu had a great life in the last two years. Every family had excess food and money, and the dividends at the year-ends always made people happy.