Under One Person: Feng Shui Master, I Will Protect the Mountains and Rivers with My Own Body

"Brother Yan, this...this miraculous fruit, you're just going to let us eat it for nothing?"

On the way back, Lu Lin walked with a slightly unsteady gait.

He glanced at the bag of grapes he was still carrying, then looked back at the "grotto" that had disappeared back into the mountains, his expression complex.

The Lu family had strict family rules. From a young age, his elders told him: There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world. Every gift from outsiders comes with a price tag. The more you enjoy it, the more expensive it is.

It's not that you can't eat it, but before you do, you have to think carefully about whether you can afford the consequences!

Lu Lin has always regarded this as a guiding principle, and has always maintained the clarity and restraint expected of someone from a prestigious family.

But what happened today was a bit beyond his capabilities.

He couldn't understand what Yan Sen was after.

In terms of background, Yan Sen has the backing of Longhu Mountain and the connections of Na Du Tong, making him no less powerful than the Lu family; in terms of strength, Lu Lin knows she could never do what Yan Sen did, given his earth-shattering methods.

What is he after? Is it Lu Lin's good looks? Or is it Linglong's big appetite?

"Brother Lin, I already told you, these are wild fruits that grow in our own land. They are neither the Queen Mother of the West's peaches of immortality nor Zhen Yuanzi's ginseng fruit. Don't look at me like I'm going to sign a contract of servitude if I eat them."

Yan Sen glanced sideways at Lu Lin, whose brows were furrowed, and sighed inwardly: This is a common problem in large families; they live too tiring a life.

"Brother Lin, relationships between people are a messy affair." Yan Sen spat out the grass stalk in his mouth, his tone lazy yet insightful.

"If everything has to be settled clearly, with neither party owing the other anything, the end result will be that neither of us ever sees the other again. Friendships are like this: you get a meal at my place, and I go to your place for a drink. Before long, the relationship becomes 'troublesome,' doesn't it?"

"Brother Yan is right!" Lu Linglong laughed heartily from the side. She had figured it out. "Brother, you're just too stubborn! Brother Yan treats us like family, but you insist on acting like an outsider. Doesn't that hurt Brother Yan's feelings?"

"Linglong really understands me." Yan Sen snapped his fingers. "From now on, this is our base. Come pick whatever you want to eat anytime, don't be shy."

"Brother Yan, I have a question."

Lu Linglong suddenly raised her hand, like a curious child, "Does the Old Master know about these good things? Or... have you told him about them?"

Yan Sen touched his nose, his eyes somewhat unfocused: "Well... because it was still in the experimental stage, I was afraid it would upset my stomach, so I didn't dare report it to the Grand Tutor. But..."

He looked up in the direction of the Celestial Master's Mansion, his tone somewhat uncertain.

"Every plant and tree on Longhu Mountain must have been seen by his eyes. He might already know, and he might even be secretly scolding me for growing bad food."

"That's good, that's good. Otherwise, Lin-ge and I would have been really impolite." Lu Linglong breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, does the old man know or not?" Yan Sen waved his hand dismissively. "We'll find out soon enough."

……

The Celestial Master's Mansion, the quiet room in the back mountain.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting dappled light on the blue brick floor, and the air was filled with the gentle fragrance of sandalwood—a scene of tranquil beauty.

"Old Master, if your health really isn't good enough, just say so. Why are you cheating while playing chess?"

Lu Jin sat cross-legged on the guest seat, holding a teacup in her hand, but her eyes were like knives scraping at Zhang Zhiwei. "You treat Go like a game of Gomoku? If you're really feeling down, don't force yourself. At our age, every day is a hurdle. If you were to kick the bucket one day, who would I be left to argue with?"

"Hmph." Zhang Zhiwei didn't even lift his eyelids, remaining as steady as a mountain. "Old Lu, you're just a typical example of meddling in things that don't concern you. I'm in excellent health; I could easily send you off three times over."

"You old bastard..." Lu Jin was about to explode.

"Knock knock knock".

A knock sounded on the door, and then Yan Sen's head popped in, wearing his signature harmless smile.

"Grand Tutor, Master Lu, I apologize for disturbing your peaceful cultivation."

Yan Sen pushed open the door and stepped aside to let the "gift-giving team" behind him pass.

Lu Linglong held a large plate of crystal-clear grapes, Lu Lin carried sliced ​​watermelon and peaches, and Chen Duo carefully held a bowl of bright red strawberries.

"Grand Tutor, a few of us juniors picked some fruit from the back mountain, washed it, and brought it to you both so you can soothe your throats."

Yan Sen walked forward with a smile and placed the plate full of grapes next to Zhang Zhiwei's hand in a very natural manner. He even deliberately pushed the largest and purplest bunch towards the old master's hand.

Then, he took a step back, stood with his hands hanging down, looking like a "good grandson," but his eyes were secretly observing Zhang Zhiwei's expression.

"Wow! Not bad, not bad!"

Lu Jin completely ignored Lu Linglong's messy clothes, focusing instead on admiring his great-granddaughter's rosy cheeks. Then, looking at the plate full of fresh fruit, his old face instantly blossomed into a smile. "You children, you're so thoughtful! Old Master, do you see? This is a blessing! Don't let your children's filial piety go to waste."

Grandpa Lu was genuinely pleased. Although at their level, their appetites had long since diminished, the fruit looked excellent and was very tempting, especially since it was a token of their younger generation's goodwill.

Zhang Zhiwei slightly raised his eyelids, his gaze sweeping over the tempting plate of grapes.

With just one glance, the old master's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly looked away, picked up his teacup, and took a tactical sip of water.

"Old Lu, you know him."

Zhang Zhiwei's tone was calm, revealing a detached and aloof air, "I don't like these sweet and greasy things, nor do I have the appetite for them. You all eat."

Yan Sen raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself: The case is solved. The Grand Tutor really did go there.

"Huh? I didn't know?" Lu Jin looked completely bewildered. "We've known each other for almost a hundred years, how come I didn't know you didn't like fruit? You used to mess with my two jujube trees quite a bit when you came to my house, didn't you? You old rascal, how come you're getting weirder and weirder as you get older?"

Lu Jin was too lazy to waste words with him, reached out and picked up a peach from the plate, and took a bite with a "crunch".

Instantly, a rich peach fragrance exploded in the quiet room.

Juice overflows, and the flesh is crisp and tender.

"Um?!"

Lu Jin's eyes widened suddenly, his once sharp, old eyes now filled with disbelief. "This...this peach?!"

good to eat!

too delicious!

It's not just about the ultimate taste experience; as the fruit enters your stomach, a warm and refreshing energy instantly spreads, nourishing your internal organs.

For a centenarian like Lu Jin, this feeling of vitality was even more comforting than eating ginseng.

"Great! Really great!"

Lu Jin praised it highly, devouring a large peach in no time, even licking the juice off his fingers, completely disregarding the image of a grandmaster. "Zhang Zhiwei, you old codger, you have no luck with food!"

Zhang Zhiwei, who was standing to the side, froze in mid-air with his hand holding the teacup.

He looked at Lu Jin, who was enjoying his meal, and for the first time, a feeling of "confusion" appeared in those usually calm eyes.

About two months ago, Zhang Zhiwei couldn't sleep at night and went for a walk, eventually ending up in Yan Sen's valley.

Seeing the fruits growing out of season all over the ground, the old master was on a whim and picked a bunch of grapes.

The results of it?

The taste was exactly like chewing wax! It even had an earthy smell!

Zhang Zhiwei threw it away immediately, thinking to himself that this little rascal was not skilled enough and that the thing he made was all show and no substance, just a worthless imitation.

But now...

Seeing Lu Jin's blissful expression, Zhang Zhiwei fell into deep self-doubt.

Could it be that my sense of taste failed me that night?

Or is Old Lu just putting on an act to spite me?

That shouldn't be the case. Although this old man is a scoundrel, he never cheats.

"Grand Tutor, are you really not going to try some?"

Yan Sen leaned closer, his face beaming like a sunflower, brimming with innocence and purity. "This is grown using my secret method, it's absolutely different from those cheap, flashy things out there. Master Lu has already given his approval, so why don't you try some?"

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at Yan Sen.

That kid's smile is so sly.

But the fruity aroma in the air was real, wafting straight into your nose and making your mouth water. This fragrance was on a completely different level from that night.

"snort."

Zhang Zhiwei put down his teacup and sneered inwardly: I'd like to see what you're really up to.

He stretched out his withered fingers, moving slowly and reservedly, picking and choosing in the plate, finally picking up a bright red strawberry.

"Since it is a filial offering from a junior, this old man will reluctantly accept one."

Zhang Zhiwei, with a stern face, put the strawberry into his mouth.

The teeth gently closed.

"Pfft."

It wasn't as bland as I'd expected, nor did it have that nauseating earthy smell.

On the contrary, a rich, sweet juice with a fresh, grassy aroma bursts in your mouth! The taste is like the vitality of spring concentrated in this small fruit, sweet but not cloying, with just the right amount of acidity. It slides down your throat, leaving you feeling refreshed and clear-headed.

sweet.

so sweet.

Even someone as composed as Zhang Zhiwei couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

"How is it, Grand Tutor?" Yan Sen blinked his big eyes, looking expectant. "The taste is alright, isn't it?"

Zhang Zhiwei remained silent.

He was rapidly working his over 100-year-old brain, pondering an extremely serious academic question.

Why?

Why did the food taste so bad that night?

Same location, same race, the only difference is...

That day, I went there secretly by myself.

Today, this kid led me in, or he served it to me personally.

In the blink of an eye, a bolt of lightning flashed through the old master's mind.

As a master, his understanding of Qi had already reached its pinnacle. He instantly thought of the methods of Qi manipulation used by Yan Sen's lineage.

So that's what happened...

Only things that this kid approves of, or that have passed through his hands, are considered delicious.

If you pick them without his permission... that's like eating mud.

Once he understood this, Zhang Zhiwei's expression instantly became quite interesting.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze falling intently on Yan Sen.

Yan Sen was happily watching Chen Duo and Lu Linglong share a peach when he suddenly felt a chill run down the back of his neck, as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast.

He stiffly turned his head, meeting Zhang Zhiwei's seemingly calm but actually deeply meaningful eyes.

That look clearly said, "Are you doing this on purpose, kid?"

Zhang Zhiwei narrowed his eyes slightly, his lips moved slightly, and he squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"You beast..."

"You placed this kind of restriction on the ground..."

"Who are you trying to protect yourself from? Me, your grand-master?"

Yan Sen: "..."

broken.

That old man reacted incredibly fast!

Yan Sen's smile froze instantly, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

"Um...Master, please let me explain...no, please let me clarify!"

Yan Senqian chuckled and took a step back, trying to create a safe distance. "This is mainly to keep out wild boars! Yes! To keep out wild boars from the mountains! Who would have thought that you, sir, would... you know what I mean?"

"hehe."

Zhang Zhiwei sneered, picked up another grape, and slowly put it into his mouth.

"Wild boar?"

"It seems that in your heart, I'm treated about the same as a wild boar..."

Yan Sen's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down on the spot.

Just then, Lu Jin, completely unaware of what had happened, wiped his mouth and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Master! What's with that expression? Doesn't it taste good? If you don't like it, don't waste it, give it to me! These strawberries are really good!"

Zhang Zhiwei looked at Lu Jin, who reached out to grab the plate, and then at Yan Sen, who looked like he was about to die.

Suddenly, the old master smiled.

With a flick of his wrist, a soft yet irresistible golden light instantly protected the plate, blocking Lu Jin's hand.

"Who says it doesn't taste good?"

Zhang Zhiwei spoke slowly, but his gaze was fixed on Yan Sen. That look made Yan Sen feel like a mouse being held down by an old cat's paws.

"These were specially planted for me by my grand-disciple; they were meant to be a tribute to me."

Zhang Zhiwei deliberately emphasized the words "specialized" and "filial piety".

"Since it's a special gift to show our respect, not a single grain can be missing."

The old master picked up the plate and ate each piece slowly and deliberately, yet with an air of menace.

"Yan Sen."

"Hey! Your grandson is here!" Yan Sen stood at attention, trembling.

"These fruits are quite good. From now on, bring me a plate of them every morning before class."

Zhang Zhiwei swallowed a grape, looked at him with a smile, and said, "If the taste is even slightly off..."

"You should also kneel and offer incense."

"Just like Lingyu, choose the thickest one to kneel on."