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

The nights on Longhu Mountain are not as lively as those in the city below; in fact, they can be described as somewhat dull.

As soon as it got dark, apart from a few Taoist priests on night patrol and a very few disciples who hadn't practiced diligently and were being punished by their masters to have extra training, most people had already returned to their rooms.

They might play on their phones, read books, or meditate and practice stillness exercises. Those with plenty of energy who like small animals might even go and tease the litters of tabby cats on the back hill.

That's all the entertainment and leisure activities we have.

But Yan Sen is different; he can always find fun on the mountain.

At this moment, Yan Sen's room was brightly lit.

The eight-immortal table was moved to the very center of the room.

On the table were several torn-open bags of ChaCha sunflower seeds and a small pile of peeled peanuts and dried fruit.

Yan Sen, Xia He, Zhang Lingyu, and three young Taoist priests who usually had a good relationship with Yan Sen were playing cards around two tables.

Of course, they definitely don't gamble.

The Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain has always been strict in this regard. If they dare to engage in gambling, the Discipline Hall would dare to break their legs with a board.

So, they were playing with sunflower seeds.

A handful of ten sunflower seeds, capped at fifty sunflower seeds.

"A pair of Ks"

Yan Sen threw down two cards, placed his palm on the table, and glanced sideways at Zhang Lingyu, who was sitting to his left.

Zhang Lingyu held five cards in his hand.

His brows furrowed into a knot. He stared at the pair of Kings on the table, then at the cards in his hand, his face turning bright red.

"No." Zhang Lingyu gritted her teeth and squeezed out the two words.

"Can't afford it? Little Jade, your luck seems a bit off today."

Yan Sen tapped his fingers twice on the table. "Those A's."

Xia He sat opposite Yan Sen. She didn't even glance at Zhang Lingyu's expression, and swiftly pulled out two cards, tossing them onto the table: "A pair of 2s. Play it."

Yan Sen immediately chimed in, "Pass! Xiangxiang is really good; she played her cards skillfully. Xiaoyu, why don't you say something?"

Zhang Lingyu's breath hitched.

Want it? What am I supposed to use to want it? Getting a pair of 2s is considered skillful? If I get a pair of 2s and I just grunt and say "uh-huh," is that skillful too?

The biggest thing he had was a pair of Qs.

One of these two players forced him to play a pair of Kings, while the other finished him off with a pair of Twos.

They played for over two hours, and no matter what cards he played, the two of them always managed to beat him with remarkable precision.

Zhang Lingyu: I need to check my license plate! I need to check my license plate!

Of course, Yan Sen and Xia He did not cheat either, and they barely even made eye contact.

It's purely because these two are too cunning and good at calculating cards, which is why they managed to turn the game into a two-against-one situation.

The three Taoist priests at the other table had long since stopped playing, because they found watching Yan Sen play cards more interesting than playing themselves.

The three men were holding teacups, looking at Zhang Lingyu with sympathetic eyes.

"Report the order." Xia He threw out several pairs of cards, leaving only one card in her hand.

Zhang Lingyu closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He turned the cards in his hand face down on the table.

"I lost."

Yan Sen unceremoniously reached out and took the last handful of melon seeds in front of Zhang Lingyu, piling them next to Xia He.

"You flatter me, Xiaoyu."

Yan Sen leaned back in his chair, flipping a playing card between his fingers.

"Although I don't know how you lost four packs of Chacha cards with only ten melon seeds in a hand, don't be discouraged or disheartened. You probably just haven't played enough. You'll get used to it eventually."

"Moreover, we Taoists value tranquility and non-action. You are too competitive. You lose your composure easily when provoked by the two of us. You still need to practice your meditation skills more."

Zhang Lingyu's chest heaved with anger.

He wasn't angry because he lost the sunflower seeds; four packs of Chacha only cost a few dollars.

What angered him was Yan Sen's smug and petty demeanor.

"Yan Sen, don't be so arrogant."

Zhang Lingyu straightened her back, her tone stiff, "I... I just haven't gotten used to this way of playing yet! Next time... next time I'll definitely make you pay!"

"Furthermore, winning or losing at the cricket table is nothing to worry about. The path of cultivation is long, so don't be complacent because of temporary wins or losses!"

"Tsk, look at you. If I give you a blow, I'm afraid you can't handle it. But if I don't give you a blow, you'll be dissatisfied."

Yan Sen rolled his eyes and scoffed, "You say you're not used to it when you lose, but why did you look so smug when you won? You even said it was because your Taoist skills had improved. Xiao Yu, you really need to get rid of this double standard."

"You!" Zhang Lingyu slammed her hand on the table and stood up.

Who is this person?! Who is this person?!

This guy was the one who started talking back so arrogantly, and I was forced to talk back!

How come it became him being hypocritical?

I......

you......

Whew, take a deep breath, Zhang Lingyu, don't get angry, or you'll fall into their trap!

Don't get angry, don't get angry, anger will make you sick and no one can take your place...

mercy......

Xia He couldn't bear to watch any longer; she could see that Master Lingyu's face was turning purple...

"Smack."

Xia He reached out and patted Yan Sen on the back twice.

It wasn't very forceful, but it made a loud noise.

"Alright. Shut up."

She glared at Yan Sen again, "You've won, yet you still have so much to say. Do you only feel happy when you've really angered someone?"

Yan Sen immediately shut up. He gathered the playing cards on the table together and shuffled them casually a couple of times.

"Alright, boss. Let's call it a night."

Yan Sen stood up, stretched, and said, "The party's over. Everyone go back to your rooms and get some sleep."

The three Taoist priests, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, rose, bowed, and quickly slipped out of the house.

Zhang Lingyu stood up with a sullen face, straightened his Taoist robe without saying a word, and turned to leave.

When he reached the door, he stopped and turned to look at Yan Sen.

"After morning classes tomorrow, at the martial arts arena, we'll spar again." Zhang Lingyu stared at Yan Sen.

"We'll see, we'll see." Yan Sen didn't give a direct refusal, but he didn't agree either.

Zhang Lingyu snorted coldly, stepped out of the threshold, and disappeared into the night.

Only Yan Sen and Xia He remained in the room.

The hands of the wall clock pointed to 12:30.

According to the mountain custom, male and female guests stay in separate rooms. Yan Sen is staying in this room, and Xia He is staying next to him.

Xia He stood up and patted the sunflower seed shells off her clothes.

She walked up to Yan Sen, her gaze sweeping over his weary face.

"I'm going back to my room too," Xia He said.

"Okay. Go to sleep early." Yan Sen opened the door for her.

Xia He didn't move. She stood by the threshold, her eyes sparkling.

"Chouchou. Are you feeling lonely and scared sleeping alone tonight? Are you cold?"

Xia He's tone was playful.

"I'm used to it; it's quiet up in the mountains."

Yan Sen remained unfazed.

"If you feel empty, lonely, and cold, would you like me to leave you something?"

Xia He raised her eyebrows and took off one of her shoes and socks.

She reached out and picked up the white cotton socks, waving them in front of Yan Sen. "A little gift, just to express my feelings. Here, have some to satisfy your craving?"

Yan Sen glanced at the sock.

"Please, beautiful lady, put away your bio-weapon." Yan Sen waved his hand dismissively. "Hurry up and put it back on and go to sleep. Don't pollute the air of Longhu Mountain here."

Xia He pouted.

She put her shoes on and gave a soft hum.

"What an ungrateful wretch!"

Xia He turned around to leave.

"Wait a minute," Yan Sen called out to her.

Xia He turned around and looked at Yan Sen with a puzzled expression.

"Don't wander around at night, I'm going out for a bit." Yan Sen walked to the table, poured himself a glass of iced tea, and drank it.

"Going out? It's so late, where are you going?" Xia He frowned.

"I'm going to find my great-grandfather; I have something I'd like to ask him." Yan Sen put down his teacup and stretched.

Xia He didn't ask any more questions.

She knew that Yan Sen was sensible and that she wasn't the type to pry into her partner's every move. She always believed that people should have their own space and privacy, which was good for both of them.

"Then take care of yourself. Call me if anything happens." She said this and turned to walk out of the room.

Yan Sen watched Xia He's figure disappear around the corner. The laziness and smile on his face gradually faded.

A faint glimmer of cyan-gold light flashed in his pitch-black eyes.

He straightened his clothes, pushed open the door, and stepped into the night.

The old Celestial Master's courtyard is only a few hundred meters away, just a few steps away.

There was some dew on the stone path, making it a bit slippery to walk on.

Yan Sen arrived at the courtyard gate.

Inside the courtyard, the lights in the main house were still on. A tall shadow was cast in the window.

In the still of the night, a comical sound effect came from inside the house.

"call out--"

*Smack!*

Then came a series of pig squeals.

Yan Sen's lips twitched slightly.

This old man really hasn't slept.

Playing Angry Birds so late at night, I'm really something else.

The courtyard gate wasn't locked, so Yan Sen pushed it open and went inside.

At this moment, the door to the east wing room opened a crack.

A young boy, who was specifically responsible for taking care of the old master's daily life, rubbed his eyes and peeked out.

The child saw Yan Sen and was about to bow and speak.

Yan Sen raised his index finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture.

He waved his hand, signaling the child to go back to sleep.

The child nodded, shrank back, and gently closed the door.

Yan Sen walked to the front of the main house and knocked on the door with his fingers.

"Knock knock".

The squealing of the pigs inside the house stopped.

"Come in," Zhang Zhiwei's voice rang out, steady and deep.

Yan Sen pushed open the door and entered.

The main lights were off inside. Only a small black nightlight on the octagonal table was lit.

This nightlight was also bought by Yan Sen. Grandpa Tian has a white one of the same model. I wonder if he's hinting at something.

Zhang Zhiwei, dressed in a loose gray robe, sat cross-legged in a grand chair, engrossed in playing with the iPhone 4 that Yan Sen had given him.

The light from the screen shone on the old man's deeply lined face.

"Sit down and wait for me a moment." Zhang Zhiwei didn't look up, his fingers pulling the slingshot on the screen.

One minute later, a failure sound effect came from the screen.

Zhang Zhiwei's temple throbbed with veins, then he sighed helplessly, filled with resentment at being stuck on a level.

He placed his phone face down on the table. He picked up the purple clay teapot next to him and took a sip of water from the spout.

"This foreign gadget is hard to control when you're using it..."

Zhang Zhiwei put down the teapot, still trying to save face, and then his gaze turned to Yan Sen.

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night, instead of spending time with that young girl?"

Yan Sen sat up straight. Instead of his usual banter, he got straight to the point.

"Grand Tutor, I'd like to ask you something."

"Hmm? It's quite rare for you to come to me with questions, kid. Tell me about it." Zhang Zhiwei encouraged Yan Sen to continue.

"My father's cultivation level has declined significantly in recent years, and the amount of Qi in his body is decreasing."

"You know our family situation. If my father's condition is a side effect of this family's traditional martial arts technique, then I accept it. If you gain benefits, you naturally have to pay the price. That's no problem."

"But later I discovered that what caused my father to become like this was not, or rather not just, a problem with the cultivation method; it might be related to my great-grandfather, Yan Hong."

Zhang Zhiwei lowered his eyes, gesturing for Yan Sen to continue.

"Over the past few years, I've used the excuse of traveling around and doing favors for the company to visit many senior figures," Yan Sen said, looking into Zhang Zhiwei's eyes.

"Lingyin Temple, Wudang Mountain, Shangqing School... I've asked everyone I could."

Yan Sen paused for a moment.

The room was so quiet that the only sound was the ticking of the clock's second hand.

"Grand Tutor, I want to know, what exactly happened in the year of Jia Shen?"

"And the role my great-grandfather Yan Hong played in that turmoil."

His main purpose in returning to Longhu Mountain this time was to bring Xia He back to meet the elders, but his real purpose was to confess to the Old Celestial Master.

Zhang Zhiwei sat in the chair, not moving an inch.

His expression remained unchanged. The light from the lamp shrouded half of his face in darkness.

a long time.

Zhang Zhiwei raised his eyelids. His gaze, heavy as a physical weight, pressed down on Yan Sen's shoulder.

"Since you already knew about these issues and have been investigating them everywhere," Zhang Zhiwei's tone changed.

At this moment, he no longer represented the kind and gentle Grand Tutor Yan Sen.

He was the 65th Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain.

"Why are you only asking me this now?"

Despite the pressure, Yan Sen did not back down.

"Because this is Longhu Mountain." Yan Sen exhaled. "Because you are here, my great-grandfather is here, Master Yi is here, Master Rongshan is here, Xiaoyu is here, this is my second home..."

"Although I don't know exactly what happened in the year Jia Shen, I can guess from the tight-lipped attitude of the seniors I visited that this matter is extremely big in today's world of supernatural beings."

"I can be naughty at times, but I can tell right from wrong."

Yan Sen leaned forward, his eyes fixed firmly on Zhang Zhiwei.

"I'll investigate outside. If I find out something, I'll just run away and not come back to the mountain until it's all over. If I come to ask you, I'll be dragging you, Grandpa Tian, ​​and even the entire Longhu Mountain down with me."

"But Grand Tutor," Yan Sen said with a hint of helplessness, "I can't find any other way now."

"I want my dad... to live for another ten years or so..."

Zhang Zhiwei listened quietly until the end.

He looked at the bright-eyed boy in front of him.

He had long known that Yan Sen was cunning and shameless.

But he also understood the integrity and stubbornness hidden deep within Yan Sen.

Zhang Zhiwei reached out, picked up the phone on the table, and pushed it aside.

He slowly stood up, his tall figure casting a huge shadow on the wall.

He walked up to Yan Sen and looked down at this mischievous little monkey who looked remarkably like himself when he was young.

"Xiao Yansen."

Zhang Zhiwei spoke up.

These words, spoken without the use of Qi, still made Yan Sen's eardrums buzz.

"You want to know exactly what happened during the Jia Shen Rebellion?"

"You still want to break the curse of your Yan family?"

Zhang Zhiwei bent down.

His gaze was fixed on Yan Sen's eyes, which shimmered with a bluish-gold light.

"Then, I'll ask you something today."

The old master spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Would you like to become my disciple?"