Bite the spring pear

Chapter 145 Dare to let Ali slap you too?
Master Fu Xian, with an air of otherworldly grace, travels far and wide.

If it weren't for Yin Xian's introduction, it would be very difficult to find him.

Jinli stood beside Xie Jiyan and secretly glanced at him.

He was dressed in a plain-colored robe with a peach wood sword strapped to his back. He looked ordinary, yet he seemed ready to fly on his sword at any moment.

"Is this really a master? He looks so young."

Jinli gently tugged at Xie Jiyan's sleeve, a hint of suspicion in her voice.

In her mind, masters were usually older, but the one in front of her was obviously too young, at most in his early twenties.

“It should be right.” Xie Jiyan lowered his voice and replied, “He is Yin Xian’s personal master craftsman. Lin Wuran’s soul-guiding butterfly lamps were made by him.”

Oh, then they must be extremely skilled to be unable to tell their exact age.

Jinli followed Xie Jiyan thoughtfully down the stairs.

Suddenly, a Guan Yu-style broadsword swept across, blocking the way.

Meng Lao Er glared fiercely at Jin Li and questioned Xie Ji Yan: "She's your unruly wife, isn't she!"

“Yes, she is my wife.” Xie Jiyan’s tone was cold as he meticulously corrected Meng Lao Er’s choice of words, “But she is not unreasonable at all.”

"Marrying such a vicious woman, who beat my precious granddaughter's face until it was swollen and broken, and she still dares to say she's not unruly! Your Xie family shouldn't push your luck!"

He held no real power in the Meng family, spending his days either fighting crickets or walking his birds, relying solely on his loud voice to maintain his authority. Xie Jiyan, however, treated him with respect, giving him some face, and gently advised, "Uncle Meng, I have important matters to discuss with the master today. You must be tired after your long journey from Jicheng. Would you please rest at the other courtyard first? I will apologize to you later."

"No way!" Meng Lao Er stubbornly insisted, "My granddaughter's face is so badly ulcerated that she can hardly show her face in public. Even the doctor's best medicine can't cure it. If you don't give me a satisfactory explanation today, I'll operate on your wife and transplant her face skin onto my granddaughter!"

"Uncle Meng, everything requires evidence. What makes you so sure that Ali smashed your granddaughter's face?" Xie Jiyan retorted defiantly, "Do you have a medical report?"

"Of course! The doctor said that all of my granddaughter's health indicators are normal, and there are no problems. This intense itching is likely caused by an external bacterial infection, but no suspicious substances can be detected."

"So! It's definitely because of your evil wife that I've been cursed!"

"Nonsense." Xie Jiyan decided to be a barbarian. "If you really believe that Ali caused this, then now, do you dare to let Ali slap you too, to verify it on the spot?"

"What? You damned bastard! Even your father has to show me some respect, yet you dare to speak so arrogantly!"

Oh? If I remember correctly, Xie Houzheng said on the phone yesterday that he was going to beat his old donkey face until it was symmetrical.

Xie Jiyan smiled without saying a word, his gaze passing over Meng Lao Er's back, and he gestured with his eyes for Fang Zhun to lead Master Fu Xian to the tea room to rest.

Fu Xian took a few steps forward, looked at Meng Lao Er, and asked in confusion, "Old sir, I just heard you say that your granddaughter is suffering from an incurable itching disease, but the cause of the disease cannot be found?"

“That’s right.” Meng Lao Er glanced at him sideways: “Where did you come from, you stinky Taoist priest? If you know what’s good for you, get out of my way and don’t get in my way.”

As he spoke, he raised Guan Yu's broadsword high.

Fu Xian calmly said, "Perhaps I can cure your granddaughter."