Joy of Life: Starting from Teacher Fan Xian

Chapter 9: Concept of Kyoto Bookstore
The grocery store is very busy today. The rich aroma of rice wine drifts out in the dry summer breeze, attracting customers unconsciously.

Fei Jie was standing in front of the door, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan, looking like a 60-year-old retired old man. He was smiling, but his expression was somewhat sinister. "Oh, you're all here. The weather in Danzhou is really horrible. You guys are cramped in this small room, and you don't feel scared."

There is nothing wrong with what he said, but when it comes out of Fei Jie's mouth, it always carries some different connotations.

"Mr. Fei." Lin Ruo bowed.

Fei Jie waved his hand, took the bowl and filled it with wine and started drinking. After taking a big gulp, he turned his attention to the scholar who was being polite to him.

"That's good, don't yell anymore."

It's not that he doesn't like polite people, he just doesn't like people who are too polite. Even if he hasn't seen someone for a while, he has to bow to them and offer gifts, as if he is very respected.

They are both thin and weak men. The one in Beijing is as perverted and cruel as he can be, while the one in front of him is as polite and reserved as he can be.

Fei Jie felt so embarrassed that he would rather slap Fan Xian a few times than touch a hair on him. Bullying someone like Lin Ruo seemed even more shameless than bullying a woman.

The key point is that this man has a handsome demeanor and acts fearlessly. In comparison, Fei Jie still prefers others to be afraid of him like a tiger.

"If you ask me, you'd better not practice it. With what your teacher has taught you, no one will dare to mess with you in the future." Fei Jie said to himself very seriously. With his unparalleled vicious schemes, no one dared to touch him even if he was in the Supervisory Council where everyone was not a human being.

Fei Jie had experienced a lot of Fan Xian's domineering true energy in the past few days. If someone practices such a dangerous martial art, even the Jade Emperor would be worried.

"This is something the young lady left behind, so there must be a reason for it." Wu Zhu said slowly.

Fei Jie was furious when he looked at Wu Zhu, thinking that if he was a normal person, he would not end up like this. He was originally afraid of the blind boy's reputation, but after drinking a sip of wine, he became bolder and said angrily, "You have such a high level of cultivation, and if you had given him some pointers, there would be no such consequences."

Wu Zhu paused, shook his head and said, "I don't know how to practice, and I've never practiced true qi, so I don't know where to start."

…After a deathly silence.

Fei Jie's face darkened: "Look, is this human language?"

He was surprised by Wu Zhu's bland words, but when he looked sideways at the other two, Fei Jie was even more surprised.

The other two looked as if they were taking it for granted.

Lin Ruo Shen found it interesting and smiled: "Wu Zhu doesn't look like someone who would tell lies."

Fan Xian was not so determined, but he stared at the indifferent face and then looked at the teacher. The image of the pure straight man and the wretched uncle in his previous life emerged in his mind, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"The uncle looks like an honest man, and the teacher makes people want to laugh just by looking at him."

……

In the quiet study, Lin Ruo calmly watched Fan Xian write on paper, lines of words coming to life.

"It's well written, but a little sloppy." Lin Ruo commented.

Fan Xian smiled shyly: "Teacher, you always make fun of your students. If you put this word among scholars, they will definitely laugh their heads off."

"You are Fan Xian, no one dares to laugh at you."

Lin Ruo smiled slightly, then took the pen in his hand, sat upright at the desk, his brows revealing concentration, and wrote with ink splashing, his wrist gently turning, depicting the words accurately and smoothly, as if he wanted to carve every word into the paper.

Fan Xian opened his mouth wide, his beautiful eyebrows and eyes seemed to be still, he did not dare to blink for a moment, following the movement of the pen marks closely.

Until the paper was shaken and put back on the table.

Fan Xian suddenly remembered an old saying: "The Spring and Autumn Annals are written with pen and ink, and the brush is written with great vigor and power; the ink is splashed like wine in the flowing clouds and water." This is the spirit of a scholar!
In this way, I am afraid that I can only be considered half a scholar. Fan Xian felt a little helpless, but he also accepted it happily. He has learned a lot and can handle both the living room and the kitchen. It sounds better to be called a man of both literature and martial arts.

In the future, if you can't beat him in literature and can't argue with him in martial arts, you will be considered a successful person.

Lin Ruo didn't expect that Fan Xian had already begun to accept his handwriting level from the bottom of his heart and was proud of it. He still comforted him, "Practicing calligraphy cannot be mastered overnight. In addition, some old habits are difficult to change. You will need to practice more and study hard in the future."

Fan Xian nodded, thinking back to his previous life as a myasthenia gravis patient. So what old habits did he have in calligraphy? The only habit he had was probably not using the pen very often. Oh no, it was not using the hand very often.

Lin Ruo just thought of this and realized that he had said something wrong.

"Sir, I heard from grandma that you will leave for Beijing in three months. There is still some time before the spring examination next year. Why are you in such a hurry?" Fan Xian looked at Lin Ruo with reluctance and attachment, like an abandoned child.

Lin Ruo smiled and nodded, and replied: "I will accompany Miss Ruoruo back to the capital. It will be more convenient to have a companion on the way. It will be more convenient to stay at the Earl's Mansion to prepare for school."

After a moment of silence, Fan Xian stood up and bowed: "Sir, can you help me with a small favor while you are in Beijing?"

"But it doesn't matter."

"Teacher, you also know the situation of the Fan Mansion in Beijing. My sister has been weak and sick since she was a child. I am afraid that she will be bullied. I beg you to take care of her."

"The old lady has said before, young master, don't worry." Lin Ruo frowned and said seriously, "In the future, you will also face the situation in the Fan Mansion. The capital is full of good and bad people, and undercurrents are inevitable. This trip is just to explore the way for you."

Fan Xian's heart moved. The master was still thinking about him wholeheartedly when he came to the capital. He didn't know what was waiting for him in the capital, but with the master in front of him, he suddenly felt much more at ease and couldn't help being moved.

"If anything unexpected happens to you next spring, please write to me and tell me that although I have returned to Danzhou, I still have a lot of power in Beijing and can at least help you settle down."

Lin Ruo smiled and said calmly: "If I can't be an official, I can open a bookstore and be an idle person."

Fan Xian's eyes lit up in surprise: "Sir, you can also write books?"

Lin Ruo remembered something and chuckled and said jokingly, "I can't, but my student union has proven that it can coax a group of teenagers to listen carefully."

Fan Xian smiled, not sure whether he was proud or shy.

【Character: Fan Xian】

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"How is the young master doing in his studies today?" Butler Zhou was very petty, so petty that he always liked to secretly pay attention to Fan Xian's every move.

"Practice calligraphy," Lin Ruo said, and handed over the useless draft he had copied.

Butler Zhou was so absorbed in watching that he didn't even notice that the person had left. After an unknown amount of time, beads of sweat appeared on his face. "This was written by the young master?!!!"

(End of this chapter)