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

Two days later at the foot of Longhu Mountain, the sun was shining brightly and a gentle breeze was blowing.

At the small ticket window of the scenic area, Yan Sen was leaning half his body in, chatting animatedly with Aunt Zhang, a woman with a fierce face.

If you didn't hear what they were saying, just looking at their animated expressions, you'd think they were discussing some big secret.

"Oh, Aunt Zhang, you're absolutely right! The job market these days is like the monkeys fighting over peanuts on the hill behind us—first come, first served!"

"But let me tell you, this thing still depends on the policy. You have to watch the news every day, there's a lot more to it than meets the eye..." Yan Sen held a handful of sunflower seeds, cracking them open and sending the shells flying everywhere.

Aunt Zhang was completely taken aback by the flattery, and a smile finally bloomed on her usually stern face.

"Oh, Xiaoyan, you young people are so insightful! Hearing you say that makes me feel so much clearer! I'll definitely have my son take the civil service exam!"

Not far away, Zhang Lingyu was pulling a silver suitcase in one hand. He was dressed in casual clothes, but his otherworldly temperament was still undeniable.

At this moment, however, Master Lingyu's face was blacker than the bottom of a pot, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing merrily.

He's been standing here for ten minutes now.

A full ten minutes!

This bastard talked about international affairs, then about pork prices, and then about how many babies General Pear Blossom on the mountain had, but he never mentioned leaving!

"Yan Sen—!!"

Zhang Lingyu finally couldn't hold back any longer. Although he didn't use his Qi, he did use his dantian to shout. The shout made the cicadas on the tree stop chirping for a moment, attracting the attention of the surrounding tourists.

"Hey! Here it comes!"

Startled by the shout, Yan Sen quickly stuffed the last few sunflower seeds into his mouth and waved towards the window.

"Aunt Zhang, my brother's urging me to come back, so I have to go now! We'll chat later, and I'll bring you some local specialties from Yanjing when I get back!"

"Go on, go on, drive carefully!"

With a reluctant expression, Aunt Zhang deftly pulled a bottle of water still dripping with water and a bright red apple from under the counter and shoved them into Yan Sen's arms.

"Take it and eat it on the way! Don't be shy, it's on me!"

Yan Sen didn't mince words. He chuckled, stuffed the things into his pocket, and turned to run happily towards Zhang Lingyu.

"Tsk tsk, Xiaoyu, look at you, and then look at Aunt Zhang." Yan Sen scolded as he walked by, "Who are you trying to fool with that long face? Anyone who didn't know better would think I owe you money."

Zhang Lingyu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to strike the guy to death with Yang Five Thunderbolts, picked up his suitcase, and strode down the mountain.

"Still wearing that long face? How can I possibly have any face left?" Zhang Lingyu gritted her teeth. "Walking with you has already made me lose all face."

The two walked down the mountain along the bluestone path, one after the other.

"What exactly did you tell your master?"

Zhang Lingyu, who had been holding back his question for a long time, finally couldn't hold it in any longer. He slowed down and spoke with a hint of suspicion in his voice.

"My meditation skills have recently improved, and I was planning to meditate for a while. Why did Master suddenly agree to let you take me down the mountain?"

Zhang Lingyu thought about this for a long time but still couldn't figure it out.

Although my master may seem unreliable at times, he is never ambiguous when it comes to important matters of spiritual practice.

In a place like Yanjing, cause and effect are intertwined, the atmosphere is complex, and there are too many temptations.

It's really not a good place for people who need to cultivate their character and devote themselves to spiritual practice.

"What's so difficult about that?"

Yan Sen pulled the big apple out of his pocket, took a bite with a "crunch," and juice spilled out as he mumbled something indistinctly.

"I told the Grand Master that this trip to Beijing might be a bit tricky, and it might require some orthodox Taoist rituals. I'm afraid I won't be able to manage on my own, and I'll need the help of the elders on the mountain."

"And then?" Zhang Lingyu pricked up her ears.

"Then I said, how about letting Master Qianhe come with me? After all, Master Qianhe has profound Taoist skills and is a very steady person." Yan Sen chewed on an apple, looking completely innocent.

Zhang Lingyu paused, nearly tripping over his suitcase. He looked at Yan Sen with the eyes of someone looking at a madman.

"You...you really dare to think like that! Senior Brother Qianhe is almost seventy years old this year! Moreover, he holds several positions and is in charge of the affairs of a Taoist sect. He is so busy every day that he doesn't even have time to drink tea. How could he possibly talk to you about these things?"

"You..."

"After all these years, your brain still hasn't picked up a thing."

Yan Sen gave him a disdainful look. "This is just rhetoric! Don't you understand rhetoric? If I don't suggest an impossible candidate, how can the Grand Tutor think that sending you down the mountain is a 'compromise and reasonable' solution?"

Zhang Lingyu: "..."

Looking at this guy who was spouting nonsense, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness wash over him.

He was powerless not because he couldn't refute, but because he found that what Yan Sen said seemed to make a lot of sense.

But these are all just tricks!

It's all a scam!

It's pitiful that his master, who was devoted to the Tao, was also manipulated by this brat.

"Fine... you win."

Zhang Lingyu sighed, resigned to her fate, "I can help you, but let's make this clear from the start."

Zhang Lingyu stopped and stared at Yan Sen with a serious expression. She even subconsciously hugged her arms tightly, her eyes revealing a resolute determination to "die rather than submit".

"This time...we won't have to sleep in the same bed anymore, right? I really can't get used to...you're such a restless sleeper."

Looking back on the time Zhang Lingyu spent at Liao Zhong's house in Guangzhou, she still feels it was a nightmare.

"rest assured!"

Yan Sen waved his hand and smiled broadly.

"Don't worry! We don't need to this time!"

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and waved it in front of Zhang Lingyu. "This time we're going to help a wealthy family with something. They'll reimburse all our expenses. We'll stay in a five-star hotel, one room per person, the kind with a huge bathtub!"

"That's good." Zhang Lingyu breathed a sigh of relief, her expression softening slightly.

As long as I don't sleep in the same bed with this guy, everything else... I can just put up with it.

......

A few hours later, the plane landed at Beijing Capital International Airport.

As the capital city, this place has a population flow that is no less than that of Guangzhou.

Outside the station exit, crowds of people were gathered.

Xu Si was wearing his signature floral shirt, the collar open to reveal a white vest underneath, and an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth. He looked like a slacker and stood out conspicuously among the crowd of people picking him up at the airport.

Behind him, Feng Baobao was squatting next to a trash can, holding a fruit knife she had somehow gotten her hands on, and peeling an apple.

Her eyes were fixed intently on the exit, but her hands didn't stop moving.

The blade moves under the apple peel without damaging too much of the flesh or cutting the peel.

The red peel looks like a red ribbon, hanging down in circles.

This amazing skill attracted the attention of many passersby.

"Mom, look! That girl is so amazing!"

A child, holding his mother's hand, pointed at Feng Baobao and shouted.

"Fourth brother..."

After peeling the last slice, Feng Baobao stuffed the smooth apple into her mouth, took a big bite with a "crunch," and asked indistinctly.

"How much longer? The wood still hasn't arrived? I'm hungry."

"Almost there, almost there. I already got his call; he's already off the plane." Xu Si glanced at his watch, casually swinging his leg. "He should have collected his luggage by now."

The voice just fell.

A low commotion suddenly arose from the crowd.

Xu Si looked up and saw that the originally crowded flow of people had automatically parted to both sides like waves that had been split open, revealing a passage in the middle.

Immediately afterwards, two extremely conspicuous figures came into Xu Si's line of sight.

"Forehead......"

Xu Si's face darkened, and he secretly lowered his hand that he wanted to use to greet them.

Yan Sen was holding someone in his arms, one hand supporting the head and the other around the knees, a standard princess carry.

The man was wearing a white shirt, had long flowing hair, and was quite handsome.

"Holy crap... what the hell is this design?"

At this moment, Zhang Lingyu, who was in Yan Sen's arms, had a face as red as a monkey's bottom, making it clear to anyone that he was extremely embarrassed.

His body was as stiff as a board, and he was still struggling and protesting.

"Put me down! Yan Sen! This is an airport! There are so many people watching! Put me down!"

"Yan Sen! You son of a bitch!"

"Hey Xiaoyu, don't move! You know you have to accept the consequences of your bet?"

Yan Sen not only didn't let go, but instead went a step further and bounced it up even higher, saying loudly.

"It's a gentleman's agreement! I already said if I lose, I'll hug you, why aren't you happy? This is a privilege many people would kill for!"

Passersby took out their phones to take pictures, and some whispered among themselves.

"Are these two handsome guys... doing some kind of performance art?"

"I hope it's not some kind of improper relationship... These days, morals are going downhill. Even if it's true love, you should still be mindful of the occasion."

"You know what 'fun' is? This kind of brotherly love drama is all the rage now!"

Xu Si watched this scene, his lips twitching wildly.

He could roughly guess what had happened, but the scene... was just too beautiful to bear looking at.

Finally, the two approached each other.

Yan Sen then released his grip and put Zhang Lingyu down.

The moment Zhang Lingyu's feet touched the ground, she immediately sprang back two meters as if she had been electrocuted, awkwardly straightening her wrinkled clothes. If looks could kill, Yan Sen would probably be a mess by now.

"I already said you don't need to fulfill the bet! You... how could you..."

Zhang Lingyu was so angry that he could barely speak.

On the plane, the two of them were bored and made a bet on who the flight attendant would pour water for first.

As a result, Yan Sen lost.

The wager is that the loser has to carry the winner out of the airport terminal in a princess carry.

Zhang Lingyu initially thought it was a joke, but who knew that after getting off the plane, this guy picked him up and left without saying a word, and there was no way to stop him!

"That won't do."

Yan Sen straightened his collar with a self-righteous air, and smiled with an air of righteous indignation.

"We, the people of the martial world, value integrity above all else! A gentleman's word is as good as his bond! Since I've lost, I'll honor the bet, even if I have to kneel! Do you think I, Yan Sen, am the kind of person who goes back on his word?"

Yan Sen said nice things, but actually... he just wanted to see Zhang Lingyu die.

"Cough cough..."

Xu Si couldn't stand it any longer and coughed twice to break the awkward silence. "Um... this must be Master Lingyu, right? I've heard so much about you. I am Xu Si."

Xu Si reached out his hand to Zhang Lingyu, but his eyes couldn't help but dart towards Yan Sen.

"Is this... a new and popular way of exercising?"

"Mr. Xu, you flatter me."

Zhang Lingyu took a deep breath and forced herself to regain her aloof and indifferent demeanor. Although the blush on her face had not completely faded, she still maintained proper etiquette.

"This humble Taoist priest, Zhang Lingyu, is just... a little joke between Yan Sen and me. Please excuse the poor fellow."

"Just kidding, yes, just kidding." Yan Sen put his arm around Zhang Lingyu's shoulder and said with a grin, "Fourth Brother, don't take it personally. We just made a bet, the bet was to be each other's mounts, and I lost, that's all."

Xu Si rolled his eyes.

Come on, everyone knows who they are.

You're clearly doing this on purpose, kid. What's so interesting about a grown man being shy? You should be looking at girls, not men.

Just then, Feng Baobao, who had been squatting on the ground, stood up.

Her large eyes scanned back and forth between Yan Sen and Zhang Lingyu, as if she were processing the information she had just seen.

A few seconds later, Feng Baobao showed a look of sudden realization.

"Oh... so that's what it is."

Before anyone could react to what she was saying...

Feng Baobao leaped up from the ground with the agility of a monkey, and in one swift motion, landed steadily on Yan Sen's back!

She even naturally reached out and wrapped her arms around Yan Sen's neck.

Yan Sen: "!!!"

He felt a sudden weight on his back, which startled him.

"Giddy up!"

Feng Baobao shouted expressionlessly, and even lightly tapped Yan Sen's lower back with her heel, the movement was frighteningly practiced.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Yan Sen: "..."

Zhang Lingyu: "..."

Xu Si: "..."

"Baby Sister..."

Yan Sen turned his head with difficulty, looking at the dazed face so close to his own, his lips twitching wildly. "What are you doing?"

"I'll ride a horse," Feng Baobao replied matter-of-factly. "I've been thinking about it. Since you lost and have to be the mount, you're currently empty. Since you're empty, I can ride you too!"

"And..." Feng Baobao patted Yan Sen's shoulder, like an old farmer patting his donkey, "I'm a little tired and don't want to move. Come on, I'm hungry."

"Giddy up! Giddy up!"

This logic...

Absolutely flawless!

Yan Sen was actually somewhat used to Feng Baobao's thought process, but every time he saw it, it would push his limits to new heights.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Lingyu's previously depressed mood instantly vanished.

He couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Should!

Let you be so cocky!

There must be someone who can handle you!

"Um... Shall we go?"

Xu Si coughed awkwardly twice, trying to divert the increasingly strange looks from the passersby, "The car is outside, don't embarrass yourself here."

"Ah... um... let's go, we have important business to attend to."

Zhang Lingyu nodded seriously, but she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips, and followed Xu Si with light steps.

Yan Sen sighed helplessly and lifted Feng Baobao up a little higher on his back.

I have to say, this girl looks pretty thin, but she's actually quite well-endowed... nice figure.

"Giddy up! Giddy up!"

Feng Baobao impatiently wriggled twice on Yan Sen's back and urged, "Wood, hurry up."

"Okay, okay! Stop rushing me!"

Yan Sen resignedly started walking, muttering helplessly as he went.

"Why do I get this feeling that karma is just a cycle?"

"Fourth brother... I'm hungry..."

"Let's go to Bianyifang for roast duck! Let Fourth Brother treat us!"

"Why should I pay?!"

"Because I'm carrying your ancestors on my back!"

"Tsk... Fine then..."