A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

Xu Shuhan was reading in his study when Xu Wenshan pushed the door open and came in.

"Dad, an old Taoist priest on Longhu Mountain mentioned your name."

He opened the video, and a Taoist priest's voice came from the phone: "Han Yungui, Jiang Zhengchu, Xu Shuhan, Ye Beichen, is this how you dare to act so presumptuously in my Taoist sect?"

After reading it, Xu Shuhan leaned back in his chair and didn't move for a long time.

The same scene played out in the Jiang, Han, and Ye families.

Next, the four entertainment companies made almost the same decision.

"No one is allowed to disturb what's happening on Longhu Mountain anymore."

"Arrange for someone to go and apologize in person; their attitude must be sincere."

When these instructions reached the parties involved, they were all dumbfounded.

Although they didn't know why, they didn't dare to ask and could only hurry up the mountain again.

This time, they didn't come for Huixin; they came to apologize.

When they arrived at the mountain gate, the gate of Qingxu Temple was closed.

They looked at each other, none of them daring to knock on the door.

Because no one wants to accidentally bump into the person inside.

After all, after Zhang Lingyun spoke by name, they received a message from someone coming to apologize.

If that old Taoist priest didn't have any skills, they would never believe it, even if they were beaten to death.

Just as they were hesitating, the door opened.

Zhao Xiyan stood at the door and said, "You should go back. Master said that the Taoist sect is a place for quiet cultivation and does not want to be disturbed."

After saying that, he turned around and walked back.

The others looked at each other, at a loss for words, and had no choice but to descend the mountain.

As these people descended the mountain, in Kyoto, those important figures who usually kept to themselves were making preparations to go out.

"Dad, are you really going to Longhu Mountain?"

"I finally found the Taoist priest, I have to go there myself no matter what."

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Just then, those who had already descended the mountain relayed Zhao Xiyan's words back verbatim.

This statement was less intended for those present and more for those working behind the scenes.

Zhang Lingyuan did not name names; he simply asked Zhao Xiyan to deliver a message.

"Taoist sects are places of quiet cultivation and do not wish to be disturbed."

This statement, neither too soft nor too hard, seems to draw a clear line.

So, the old guys who were about to set off all sighed.

At the same time, they also instructed: "Have all the videos taken at the scene deleted, not a single frame left. Also, strictly order everyone who went up the mountain today to keep their mouths shut. Anyone who talks about what happened today will bear the consequences."

The matter of the entertainment company wanting to sign Huixin has thus come to a complete end.

It's not the resentment after being rejected.

It's not about figuring out a solution after negotiations fail.

Rather, it was a complete and utter severing of all thoughts, from the very root.

Not only is no one daring to poach people from Longhu Mountain now, but it won't happen again in the future.

But in this process, everyone overlooked one person: Su Fan.

At this moment, in the Xu family's study.

Xu Wenshan asked, "Dad, who is that old Taoist priest? How could he make several major companies back down with just a few words?"

Xu Shuhan said, "Master Zhang is no ordinary person. During the war years, he saved many people, including me and your Uncle Ye. As for the Jiang and Han families, they have also received his kindness."

Xu Wenshan suddenly realized and said, "Then it's not surprising."

"He came to Kyoto once ten years ago, and your Uncle Ye and I met him there." Xu Shuhan picked up his teacup, took a sip, and put it down. "At that time, Master Zhang said that when the time was right, there would naturally be another chance to meet. I thought the opportunity had come, but I didn't expect that the time was not right."

"Besides saving you and Uncle Ye, that was decades ago. What other skills does Master Zhang have that warrants such caution from you?"

Xu Shuhan didn't answer directly, but instead asked a seemingly unrelated question: "How old do you think he is?"

Xu Wenshan thought for a moment, recalling the appearance of the old Taoist priest in the video, and said, "He was in his fifties, and looked to be in good spirits."

"He looked exactly the same when he came to Kyoto ten years ago."

Xu Wenshan was stunned. Although he had never met Master Zhang from ten years ago.

However, there are quite a few photos of my father from ten years ago.

Compared to now, I've aged quite a bit.

"Perhaps the mountains are good for people!" Xu Wenshan offered an excuse.

"Well, let me tell you, he's actually not younger than me."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Xu Shuhan is seventy-two years old this year.

If the old Taoist priest is no younger than the father, then he must be over seventy.

How is it possible for someone in their seventies to look like they're in their early fifties?

Xu Shuhan didn't argue with him, but just smiled and said, "Perhaps, the mountains really do nourish people."

Xu Wenshan was silent for a while, then, as if remembering something, he said, "By the way, that old Taoist priest had a disciple named Su Fan. He was the one who saved Xiao Meng when she fell into the water in Qin Province."

"What?" Xu Shuhan stood up abruptly.

Seeing his father's strong reaction, Xu Wenshan quickly helped him sit down: "Please don't get agitated. Xiaomeng didn't tell me to tell you. It's my fault for letting it slip."

"Could you explain what happened in detail?"

So Xu Wenshan recounted the whole story of how Xu Meng fell into the water and was rescued.

Xu Wenshan comforted him for a while before sparing him from physical pain.

Later, it talked about Su Fan's actions in releasing songs in Sichuan Province, which boosted the province's cultural tourism.

And, the story of him personally getting involved to save a girl with eye cancer.

When talking about the cultural and tourism affairs of Jiangxi Province, Xu Wenshan said: "When Su Fan was in Jiangxi Province, he released a song called 'Little Fairy'. There are two versions, one sung by himself and the other sung by someone named Huixin. The incident that happened on Longhu Mountain by several major entertainment companies was because they wanted to sign that person named Huixin."

Xu Shuhan asked, "Then how did you know Su Fan was Zhang Daoren's disciple?"

Xu Wenshan took out his phone, found the Weibo post that Su Fan had made back then, and handed it over: "When Su Fan released the song back then, he said that Huixin was his junior apprentice."

After reading it, Xu Shuhan said, "We can't be sure that Su Fan is Zhang Daoshi's disciple yet. What if he is the disciple of one of Zhang Daoshi's fellow disciples? But no matter what, Su Fan has a close relationship with Zhang Daoshi, so we must befriend him."

Xu Wenshan sighed, his tone tinged with helplessness: "Dad, you don't know, because of Xiaomeng's matter, I've been observing him for a while now. This kid is talented, resourceful, and a real talent. I arranged for someone to try to contact him, hoping to sign him to Huasheng, but that kid is completely unyielding. I really don't know what he's thinking."

"It would be best if he could sign with Washington, but if he doesn't want to, we shouldn't force him. However, we should show our goodwill at the appropriate time."

Xu Wenshan nodded: "I understand."

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Old Xu, are you home?"

Xu Shuhan did not rush to get up, but instead instructed, "Don't mention Su Fan to anyone."

Xu Wenshan nodded and turned to open the door.