Film and TV: Starting from the Night Watchman of Dafeng

Chapter 26 Rice
Wei An's pupils widened, and he blurted out, "How can it be so fast?"

He just defeated the Imperial College today and entered the fourth-rank gentleman realm, and they got the news?

Wei Yuan didn't say anything.

Nangong Qianrou stepped forward at the right moment and said, "Your vision is still a little limited. It's probably because you've been completely immersed in those classics for the past ten years. Forget about delivering a message. Even traveling to the southern border in the morning and the northern barbarians in the evening is not difficult for you."

Wei An lowered his eyes slightly. After a moment, he raised his eyes and looked at Wei Yuan, "According to what my uncle said, the mastermind behind this is the Wushen Cult?"

Meeting his gaze, Wei Yuan nodded, "Yes."

"Where is the proof? Have you found students who are controlled like me?" Wei An asked sharply.

The feud between Wushen Cult and Dafeng has been going on for a long time. If a plan like this is implemented, he will not be the only pawn.

Wei Yuan could guess what Wei An was thinking.

"It's time to prepare the Tiger Yuan Soup. The fifth-grade Confucian ability can help you quickly absorb the medicinal properties and quickly recover from physical fatigue, but I suggest you don't use it during cultivation."

He didn't answer.

Wei An stood up, bowed and took his leave.

Wei Yuan picked up Zheng Xin's confession and handed it to Nangong Qianrou, "Transcribe a copy and send it to the Princess."

"Yes."

...

Into the night
The moon is bright and clear
"Oh!"

"call!"

"... "

Hanshan Fist, six-style boxing stances, six-style walking stances.

The whistling and muffled sounds could be heard from far away.

In other words, the guards of Haoqi Tower had given a warning, otherwise Tongluo would have come to check it out long ago.

Even so, there are still people secretly paying attention to this courtyard.

"Your punch is too rough."

Nangong Qianrou walked into the courtyard.

Wei An, with his upper body bare-chested, glanced at him and continued to practice his stances and boxing moves, with constant sounds of stomping the ground and breaking air.

It's not that he has any emotions, but he is like a cooked shrimp at this moment.

What Nangong Qianrou said was true, the medicinal properties of the Tiger Yuan Soup were extremely strong!

"Come, let me help you!" Nangong Qianrou took off her wrist guard, placed it on the stone table in the courtyard, and walked towards Wei An.

"Don't..." Wei An didn't use his Confucian abilities, and before he could dodge, he was hit on the back. The force was neither light nor heavy, but...

"Don't worry, I will help you if I say so." Nangong Qianrou's voice floated with his figure, like a ghost.

Wei An stood in a fist stance, allowing him to hit his chest and back with his arms.

It did speed up the absorption of the medicine, but the palm print on his body where Nangong Qianrou landed her palm became more and more conspicuous and red, and even a little swollen.

After half a cup of tea
"Okay, the swelling is normal. It will be fine tomorrow after you wake up."

After Nangong Qianrou finished speaking, she picked up the wristband and left in a hurry.

Wei An looked down at the eye-catching palm print, feeling that something was wrong.

He turned around and finished the remaining half bowl of Tiger Yuan Soup, then continued practicing his boxing routine and stances.

After a while, Yang Yan came and stood at the gate of the courtyard. He didn't come in, but his eyes fell on his bare upper body.

He looked hesitant and like he was suffering from social anxiety, and turned to leave.

"Yang Jinluo, what's going on?"

Wei An called him in time.

I always feel that someone's previous strange behavior will be answered by Yang Yan.

Yang Yan stopped and scanned the palm prints again, "Did Nangong leave this injury on you?"

No matter how he looked at it, Yang Yan felt that the injury was not serious.

"Injured?" Wei An was stunned.

"It's not an injury?" Yang Yan's eyes suddenly lit up.

From this reaction, Wei An grasped some clues.

He told the truth about what had just happened.

"You bastard!" Yang Yan cursed angrily.

"so…"

This time it was his turn to clear up Wei An's confusion.

"I told him, a fourth-rank martial artist, that he couldn't beat you, a fourth-rank Confucian scholar. He refused to accept the decision, so we made a bet..."

"Okay, got it."

Wei An stopped him from saying anything else. There was no need to listen any further.

After thinking about it, I still felt a little resentful and asked, "So, is this really useful?"

Yang Yan struggled for a moment, but finally nodded. "Okay, as long as it works."

Wei An comforted himself in this way and prepared to practice Hanshan Fist again, but found that Yang Yan had no intention of leaving.

"Anything else?"

Yang Yan struggled again and said, "Actually, you can come to me next time."

What a damn desire to win!
"... "

...

now
Xu Mansion
The servants and maids were dismissed again, except for Lu'e who went to the academy with the three female relatives to serve.

"Brother, it's really just to meet Master Wei, that's too..."

The eldest brother saw that Master Wei didn't even fart, and Xu Xinnian felt ashamed of it.

"This isn't something sudden, and we haven't had a chance to communicate. Next time, next time, there will be a chance." Xu Qian'an laughed and quickly changed the subject, "Wait until Second Uncle comes back, and we'll plan how to deal with Zhou Li."

Xu Xinnian's expression changed and his eyes became sharper.

...

next day
A tea shop

"Sir, your tea."

The tea master walks between the tables, serving tea to the guests with skillful and pleasing techniques.

"Wei An won three debates. Yunlu has made a big comeback this time."

"The Imperial College has also suffered the same hardships as Yunlu did!"

"Cheng Shang's rise to power was not glorious to begin with, but he has been glorious for nearly two hundred years, so that's enough."

"... "

A teahouse is different from a bookstore. There are scholars there, and there are also people who can't continue their studies and have other jobs, so their words are inevitably a bit vulgar.

Some of them were from the Imperial College, or had been from the Imperial College. They looked angry but helpless. They paid a few copper coins and left.

"Humph! What do you know? Is Wei An a good person?"

"What do you mean? Brother, tell me."

"I heard that Wei An has been controlled by the Wushen Cult since he was a child. He is a spy sent by the Wushen Cult to our Dafeng!"

"what?!"

"really!"

"How can this be fake? It's been rumored before that he was kept in captivity since he was a child."

"... "

Similar rumors were spreading not only in this teahouse, but also in other teahouses, bookstores, restaurants, and brothels.

The routine was very consistent, doubting Wei An's background, attacking this favor, and not mentioning the content of the debate at all.

Or, they also know that they are not at that level to evaluate and analyze.

Once the person who spread these messages had accomplished his mission and retired, he would go into some remote alley or corner, where he would either be knocked unconscious and taken away, or be put into a sack and taken away.

...

Haoqi Building

After doing some boxing in the morning and washing up, Wei An sorted out his thoughts and wrote down some insights. Feeling relaxed, he came to the seventh floor.

"Visiting the Supervisor? Do you have something to ask?" Wei Yuan looked at Wei An, "You can't sit still at all."

Wei An smiled and said, "I'm staying at your uncle's place. I have to let you know where I'm going. I'm leaving now."

Wei Yuan's expression suddenly paused, and before he could utter the word "go", Wei An had already disappeared in a ray of light.

...

Observatory, Bagua Terrace

The warden who was looking down at the world slowly turned his head.

Wei An's figure emerged in the clear light.

"Greetings, Supervisor." Wei An smiled and bowed respectfully.

The supervisor's white beard twitched.

He really wanted to say that even if it was Zhao Shou, unless there were special circumstances, he would only be teleported to the front of the Observatory.

Facing Wei An's energetic young face, the words rolled around in his throat for a few times, but he swallowed them back.

"Is there anything I can do for you, young man?" He stood up, asked Wei An to sit down, and boiled water to make tea.

"Thank you, Supervisor." Wei An sat down and chatted for a cup of tea before getting to the point. "Supervisor, let me get straight to the point. I came here today to ask for a favor."

"Oh? Tell me."

"I've heard that a celestial sorcerer needs the approval of the people to be promoted to the sixth-rank alchemist. I've also heard that the celestial sorcerer has some specialties besides refining weapons. I'd like to ask the Director if there are any sorcerers who are on their way to the sixth rank and are also skilled in manipulating plants and trees?"

The Supervisor met Wei An's gaze and asked, "Which flowers, plants, or trees are you referring to?"

Wei An smiled brightly, "Rice."

(End of this chapter)