kill the immortal

Chapter 13, Chapter 13
Wenren's Mansion is not as big as the Prime Minister's Mansion, but the layout of the mansion is also unique. There are a lot of flowers and green plants planted. The plants are lush but not messy. There are special servants who often repair them. The feeling of being in the jungle.

"I didn't expect Brother Yan to be a member of Uncle Yu's family." Wenren Jinping said with a smile.

An was tired of hearing her addressing herself, feeling a little awkward in her heart.

"I also just came to Luoyang not long ago, and my family is in decline, so I can only come to seek refuge with Uncle Yu."

"Brother Yan is from Chang'an?"

An Yan had a smile on her face, and her heart moved when she heard this, this woman has investigated herself!

It was Yu Huanzhang who said that he was from Chang'an, and Wenren Jinping was not there at the time, so it was probably out of deliberate prying to hear that he was from Chang'an.

"I'm from Yanzhou. Brother Huanzhang was worried that I would be looked down upon, so he said that I came from Chang'an." An Yan explained.

Wenren Jinping couldn't help but blinked, then laughed and said, "It's Yu Huanzhang's style."

"I come from a humble background, Brother Huanzhang is also thinking of me."

Wenren Jinping shook his head lightly: "I can't choose where I come from, so why is there a difference between high and low? The children of high-ranking officials may not all be the dragons and phoenixes, and even ordinary people can be famous all over the world."

"Miss Wenren is very knowledgeable." An Yan complimented politely.

Wenren Jinping smiled and said, "Why was it Miss Jinping just now, and now Miss Wenren?"

"..."

Compared with yesterday's poetry meeting, today's Wenren Jinping's red pomegranate dress looks a bit more aura, making people feel not so far away.

An Yan said without changing her face: "It seems that calling me a senior is not a generation, and it sounds far away."

Sister is obviously an intimate name, how could it sound far away...

Wenren Jinping thought about it, and she couldn't help trembling when she thought of her father's phrase "temporarily calling him his brother".

How can this title be changed? If it is changed, why not go to that direction...

Calling sister, is it far away from the relationship between men and women?

Wenren Jinping thought a lot, she would not disobey her father's wishes, even if her father asked her to marry a beggar, she would obey.

An Yan, a person without warning, caught her off guard. She didn't know the character and talent of the other party at all, and she didn't seem to give her much time to understand.

She pursed her lips and walked, feeling that An Yan seemed to know what the elders on both sides meant.

Did I know it today, or did I know it at the poetry meeting yesterday... I didn't care about this person earlier yesterday. Didn't he always look at himself with the eyes of his future wife.

Wenren Jinping suddenly felt a little hot on his face, but soon became sad again.

She thought of Shentu Junshi, would An Yan be angry because she invited such a person...

She was thinking wildly all the way until even the poem from yesterday didn't feel like she was helping Yu Huanzhang out of the siege, but was helping herself out of the siege.

An Yan couldn't hear Wenren Jinping's response, so he couldn't help but feel strange, he thought he shouldn't have said anything wrong, could it be that this woman has some evil intentions, and wants to hear him call her sister?
Walking through the green path, the scene in front of you suddenly opened up, with rockery and flowing water, and a small arch bridge spanning a pond.

The fish in the pond can have hundreds of heads, all of which are like swimming in the air and have nowhere to rely on.

When the two stood on the arch bridge, those colorful carps flocked over in an instant, Wen Ren Jinping casually grabbed some bait from the maid at the side and sprinkled it, the sun was shining brightly, and the water surface shone with colorful lights.

An Yan also grabbed some bait from the maid, and fed the fish in the pond like her. Wenren Jinping glanced at him and said, "These colorful carps were sent from Lingzhou. My father is an upright official. There are very few people who give him gifts on weekdays, and it is rare to accept it once, and I also want me to like it."

To be an honest official...

An Yan was suddenly speechless. Looking at the huge mansion, he wondered if you, Miss, had some misunderstandings about the word "clean and honest".

Wenren said that if you are really an honest official, you don't have any spare money to toss about poetry.

But he just thought about it in his heart. From An Yan's point of view, it doesn't matter whether he is clean or not.

He could only echo: "Poor parents in the world."

Wenren Jinping was startled, then suddenly raised his head to look at An Yan, and said in a daze, "Brother Yan...you really speak well."

Only then did An Yan realize that what she just said was in a poem.

Wenren Jinping couldn't help asking: "Yesterday's poetry meeting, brother Yan seems to be lacking in interest."

An Yan said: "I don't know how to write poetry, even if I am interested, I can only be a spectator."

Seeing that he still denied it, Wenren Jinping could only sigh inwardly, thinking that he was a person who didn't want to show it, and most of these people were people of high moral character, which made her impression of An Yan improved a lot.

But she said with a smile on her face: "It seems that my poems won't catch my brother's eyes."

An Yan shook her head slowly: "Miss Wenren misunderstood, reciting poems and making mistakes, I really am not the boss."

Wenren Jinping continued to smile and said: "In this way, brother Yan has great ambitions, and has no intention of pursuing poetry."

An Yan said with a helpless expression: "Miss Wenren insists on thinking this way, and I have nothing to do."

While the two were talking, a few more figures came along the pavilion not far away. An Yan glanced at it unintentionally, but was surprised to see a familiar figure.

Wearing a large and simple Taoist robe, wearing a gauze scarf, and holding a dust whisk in his hand, he has a dusty temperament.

True Xuanyi!

"It's my mother." Wenren Jinping beside him said softly.

This is the inner courtyard, it is not strange to see the female relatives of Wenren Mansion.

"Beside him is Daoist Xuanyi, the Taoist head of Xuanzhen Sect." Wenren Jinping introduced to An Yan.

An Yan nodded lightly: "I have met the real Xuanyi."

Wenren Jinping said unexpectedly: "Brother Yan, who came to Luoyang for the first time, also knows the real person Xuanyi?"

"Only in a hurry."

An Yan thought for a while and said, "Since you are the order, I should avoid you."

Wenren Jinping laughed and said: "You call my father uncle, shouldn't you come and see your aunt?"

After she finished speaking, she walked towards the two of them, and An Yan followed behind her.

"Mother, real person." Wenren Jinping bowed lightly and saluted the two of them.

Mrs. Xue was wondering that her daughter would be in the inner courtyard with a strange man, but when she saw the two of them approaching her openly again, she suppressed her doubts and nodded slightly at Wenren Jinping, and looked again. Xiang An is disgusted.

"An Yan has met Auntie and Master Xuanyi." An Yan also bowed solemnly.

"Brother Yan came with Uncle Yu, he is Uncle Yu's nephew." Wenren Jinping introduced.

Hearing that she is Yu Jingtang's nephew, a smile instantly appeared on Xue's face. She is over forty years old, but she is well maintained, with fair skin and a full chest. Although the bead decoration is not as stunning as Jiang's, she is still a charming and beautiful woman.

Mrs. Xue looked An Yan up and down, then smiled and said, "My nephew is a great talent."

Wenren Jinping said: "Father and Uncle Yu were talking in the front hall, and let the daughter and brother-in-law walk around the mansion."

Mrs. Xue nodded and said: "It just so happens that the family has added new tea today, so you can take your nephew to taste it."

An Yan expressed her thanks, "Thank you, Auntie, for your kindness."

Then he turned his attention to the plain-clothed female crown: "A few days ago, I had a hasty farewell, and I haven't thanked Master Xuanyi for saving my life."

Seeing this, Xue asked in surprise, "Really, do you know each other?"

An Yan said: "When I came to Luoyang, I was met by robbers on the road, and I escaped with my life. After rushing to Luoyang, I fell into a refugee camp. Thanks to the mercy of Master Xuanyi, I was able to enter the city to see my uncle."

Encountered robbers, fell into a refugee camp...

Hearing this experience, both Xue and Wenren Jinping's hearts skipped a beat.

Wenren Jinping looked at An Yan's expressionless face, thinking that this experience was too scary, and he didn't mention it when he said he came to Luoyang to visit relatives just now.

Master Xuanyi held a whisk in his hand, and his voice was as cold as ever: "Benefactor An, you are a lucky man, and being poor is just a matter of effort."

An Yan said: "A real person saved my life with a little effort, this kindness will be engraved in my heart."

Under the half-penetrated veil, Master Xuanyi couldn't see her face clearly, but it should be as solemn and holy as her voice.

An Yan also went to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha in her previous life, and she has never seen any monks who have the aura of Xuanyi Daoist, which makes people feel awe.

He read from the book that Xuanzhen sect is the only sect allowed by Xuantang, and the disciples should practice kung fu of cultivating mind and character, and the kung fu of real Xuanyi should be mastered.

If it wasn't for Xuantang's strict prohibition of cultivation, An Yanzhen would have regarded her as a monk, just like the refugees outside the city shouted.

Fairy!

Immortal Xuanyi stared at An Yan with eyes like a deep pool of clear water, and suddenly said: "Benefactor An's body is too turbid, you should pay attention to taking care of your body in the future."

An Yan couldn't help but be taken aback when he heard the words, what does it mean to be heavily turbid?
Maybe there is something wrong with his body. He has been in a refugee camp for several days since he came to this world. He has been malnourished for a long time, and now he is slowly recovering. He is afraid that he will contract some disease.

"Also ask the real person to enlighten me."

Master Xuanyi said to Xue Shi: "Please ask Madam to bring a pen and paper."

Mrs. Xue hurriedly ordered the maidservants to get the pens and paper, and they came to a pavilion in the mansion. Daoist Xuanyi sat on a stone bench and slowly wrote some names on the paper with a pen. An Yan took a closer look and guessed. They should all be the names of medicinal materials, which he doesn't even know.

Master Xuanyi said: "Recently, don't eat five grains and fishy meat, go to the pharmacy to grab these medicines, decoct them once a day before going to bed, it only takes three days."

Do not eat grains, do not eat meat...

What else can I eat?
An Yan suddenly doubted the credibility of the real person Xuanyi in front of him. Could it be that he is required to drink northwest wind every day?
Now is the time to supplement nutrition, according to the method of Master Xuanyi, An Yan felt that something must happen to him.

Master Xuanyi said again: "If you feel hungry in your belly, you can eat more melons and fruits to satisfy your hunger. After three days of patience, you can wash away the stale qi."

Although he was suspicious in his heart, An Yan still solemnly put away the prescription, and saluted Master Xuanyi: "Thank you, Master!"

Xue Shi has been watching eagerly from the sidelines, and after An Yan put away the prescription, he couldn't help but asked Xuanyi Zhenren, "Really, do you think there is anything on my body that needs to be rectified?"

Master Xuanyi got up from the stone bench and said calmly: "Madam is very healthy and looks good, there is no need for these things."

After finishing speaking, she looked at An Yan again, and An Yan's heart skipped a beat when she looked at her with quiet eyes.

"Benefactor, remember the poor medicine prescription."

(End of this chapter)