Chapter 588 Could This Be a Ninth-Rank Master?

Fan Xian was puzzled by this point.

Even if the person who submitted the invitation kept it in a place that could perfectly moisturize it, it would never look like this!

After thinking for a moment, Fan Xian put away the post, called his servants, and asked them to bring the person who submitted the invitation to his room.

Not long after, Ya Mu entered Fan Mansion under the leadership of a servant.

All the way in, you can see the courtyard getting deeper and deeper, with rockeries, lawns, flowers and shallow water, and the scenery is quite elegant. Along the way, you meet many servants and servants, men, women, old and young. The scale is much larger than the Fan Mansion in Danzhou Port.

Not only that, the area of ​​Kyoto Fanfu is also extremely vast.

Yamu followed the boy for a while, but he didn't reach the inner courtyard yet.

Kyoto is at the foot of the emperor, and every inch of land is valuable. The fact that the Fan family can own a mansion here that is dozens of times wider than the old house in Danzhou shows how powerful Fan Xian's father Fan Jian is in Kyoto.

In the bedroom, Fan Xian was dressed neatly and sat on a chair. He looked at the nursing home at the door and asked, "Did that person feel amazed or restrained by the wealthy courtyard of Fan Mansion along the way?"

The guardian shook his head and said, "I've never seen it."

Fan Xian continued to ask: "Not even a little surprised?"

The nursing home thought about it for a moment, shook his head again and said: "There should be appreciation, but definitely not admiration. Moreover, along the way, his words and deeds were not formal at all, and his eyes were quite casual. He did not deliberately avoid the female family members of the inner courtyard. just like……"

Having said this, the nurse could not help but show hesitation and looked at Fan Xian cautiously.

Fan Xian raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "But it doesn't matter!"

The nurse said coquettishly: "It's like the first time the young master comes to the house."

"Like me?"

Fan Xian waved his hand thoughtfully, signaling the nurse to leave.

After he left, he turned his gaze to the dim corner of the room.

"Grandma wrote in the letter that this person has extremely high martial arts skills and can easily smash the courtyard wall with one palm from the air. Therefore, she suspects that this person is probably a ninth-grade master under the Grand Master, but I think that the ninth-grade master A master may not be able to do what he does.”

"Uncle, what do you think?"

After the words fell, a figure walked out of the dim shadows.

There was no wrinkle or expression on his face, and his eyes were covered with a piece of black cloth. He looked like the dark night sky, or like a rippleless lake at night, dead silent, calm, without a trace of fluctuation.

There is no doubt that this is the blind servant Wu Zhu who once followed Fan Xian's mother.

After hearing Fan Xian's words, Wu Zhu was silent for a moment and slowly shook his head.

"I can't tell."

"..."

Fan Xian's brows twitched and he said helplessly: "Uncle, didn't you say you had fought with the Grand Master before? How can you not tell the difference?"

In this world, martial arts are respected by nine, and warriors who practice Qi are divided into grades one to nine according to their realm, and those above the ninth grade are great masters that are rare in this world.

In the entire Qingyu Nian world, there are only four apparent great masters.

But Fan Xian knew that his taciturn Uncle Wu Zhu was actually the fifth 'grandmaster' who was not inferior to those four grandmasters.

Wu Zhu was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then shook his head with more confirmation: "Ninth Grade, Grand Master, I really can't tell the difference."

Fan Xian sighed and asked tentatively: "Then do you remember another thing?"

Wu Zhu said calmly: "What's the matter?"

Fan Xian said quickly: "Grandma said that this man told her a story in Danzhou, saying that his master had fought with you back then, and he was most likely beaten by you... Do you remember?"

"..."

Wu Zhu was silent for a moment and said slowly: "I forgot."

Fan Xian rolled his eyes and was about to complain when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside the door, so he quickly changed his words: "Uncle, you find a place to hide first, and then you take action after I ask you to take action!"

"..."

Wu Zhu nodded silently, then took a step back and hid in the shadows.

Soon, there was a knock on the door, and Fan Xian called out, "Come in." The boy then opened the door, turned sideways, and made way for the mysterious guest behind him.

Looking at Ya Mu, who had a tall and straight posture and a heroic temperament, Fan Xian first praised him in his heart, and then spoke with a smile.

"Are you the Mr. Mu mentioned in grandma's letter?"

"..."

Yamu did not answer immediately, but looked at Fan Xian first, and then smiled and said, "That's right."

The smile on Fan Xian's face instantly faded and he sneered: "No, you are definitely not Mr. Mu!"

Ya Mu was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he was doing and said in surprise: "Then the greeting card is fake?"

"Of course it's a lie!" Fan Xian sneered, "I'm afraid you don't know. I received a letter from my grandma a few days ago. The letter clearly stated that Mr. Mu had just set off today. Why? Maybe you’ll arrive in the capital in the afternoon?”

"Tell me, who are you? Why did you forge a greeting card and sneak into Fan's house?"

... Flying pigeons delivering messages?

Ya Mu looked at Fan Xian with surprise.

What flying pigeon can fly faster than him?

Moreover, Mrs. Fan obviously just saw him today, how could she have been flying pigeons a few days ago... Wait!

Yamu suddenly realized that he was flying too fast, and the greeting note was placed in the storage space. When he took it out, it looked exactly like he had just written it. The ink on it was probably not dry yet.

Fan Xian must have noticed this, so he used time to deceive him.

If he wanted to prove that the invitation was genuine, he had to explain to Fan Xian why the ink was still wet.

…How come this little fox is even more difficult to deal with than the old lady in Danzhou!

Yamu rubbed his forehead with a headache, thinking that he was still too naive, and he was so easily exposed in front of Fan Xian.

Of course, this was also because of the impatience inherent in the Saiyans, and Yamu himself did not take this matter seriously.

After all, he knew that he was invincible in this world.

With such an idea, Yamu couldn't take it seriously even if he wanted to.

After thinking for a while, Yamu decisively gave up the explanation and decided to show his cards directly.

He cast his eyes to the darkness in the corner of the bedroom and said with a smile: "You are Wuzhu, right?"

Hearing Yamu's words, Fan Xian, who had originally sneered, suddenly changed his face.

Before he could react further, Yamu suddenly burst out with a majestic momentum.

Wuzhu detected the crisis of high-energy reaction, and immediately jumped out of the shadows, and the black iron rod in his hand, which looked like a sword but not a sword, pierced the air and stabbed towards Yamu's eyebrows.

"Swish--"

A sharp and deadly sound of breaking through the air came.

Yamu folded his hands across his chest and stood still.

An indescribable 'qi' surged on his body surface, gathering in the void one foot in front of his brow.

In an instant, the whistling sound stopped abruptly.

The black iron rod that was stagnating at him stopped in the air, and Wuzhu, who was holding the iron rod behind him, also stopped in the air as if suspended, and the whole person could not move forward at all.

Seeing this scene, Fan Xian stood up suddenly, and was so shocked that he couldn't even speak.

He blocked Wuzhu's iron rod with only true qi...

Could this be a ninth-grade master? !

Fan Xian couldn't help but complain in his heart.

At the same time, Wuzhu, who was forcibly intercepted in the air by Yamu, had no distracting thoughts.

He looked at Yamu expressionlessly, quickly analyzed the current situation, and then let go of his hand and held it back, grabbing the iron rod that was frozen in the air, his body drew an arc in the air, and kicked Yamu in the chest.

"Bang——"

The energy splashed, and it was like a sword of energy that made holes in the ground.

With such a fierce kick, even a ninth-grade master would probably have his chest sunken and his heart burst.

But Yamu just raised his hand and easily grasped Wuzhu's ankle.

Then, Yamu raised his other hand calmly, and his fingers were like knives, slashing at Wuzhu's neck at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye.

Just as the hand knife was about to chop Wuzhu's neck, Yamu suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked at Wuzhu in surprise.

After a little thought, he turned the hand knife into a horizontal palm and slapped Wuzhu's neck.

I don't know what he did, but Uncle Wuzhu, who was invincible in Fan Xian's eyes, lost his ability to move instantly.

"Plop!"

"Uncle Wuzhu!"

Fan Xian couldn't help but scream, looking at Wuzhu who fell to the ground in astonishment and anxiety.

Yamu came to Fan Xian as if teleporting, raised his hand to cover his mouth, and said helplessly: "Don't worry, I just let him sleep for a while, I didn't kill him."

"..."

Fan Xian stared at Yamu, but did not take any further action. It seemed that he had no intention of resisting.

Yamu was about to let go of his hand, but suddenly his nose moved slightly, as if he smelled something.

Then, he sighed and said helplessly: "Don't poison, this level of poison can't hurt me, but if it leaks out, there is a risk of killing your servants."

...I was discovered!

Fan Xian was shocked and quickly thought of other ways to deal with it.

At this moment, Yamu suddenly said: "The wind is strong and the sky is high, the monkeys are howling, the sand is clear and the white birds are flying back, the endless fallen leaves are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling - the poem "Climbing the High Tower" you wrote at the Jingwang Mansion Poetry Meeting is indeed a seven-character quatrain, but unfortunately, its real author is not you, but Shaoling Ye Lao, the poet Du Fu!"

As soon as these words came out, it was like a bolt from the blue, ringing in Fan Xian's ears.

His rapidly spinning thoughts suddenly stagnated, and he turned to stare at Yamu in a daze.

"How did you know..."

Fan Xian's thoughts returned, and he immediately widened his eyes and looked at Yamu in disbelief: "Are you also..."

Yamu nodded gently, and then turned to look at Wuzhu who was "unconscious" on the ground, and said softly: "These things are not good for him to know, so I want him to sleep for a while."

"..."

Fan Xian still looked at Yamu in shock, with mixed emotions in his heart.

These emotions included the excitement of meeting a time traveler, as well as shock and worry about Yamu's strength.

Looking at the expression on Fan Xian's face, Yamu couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He originally planned to sneak into Fan Xian's side as a hidden master, but unfortunately, the novice was inexperienced and his attitude was not correct, which led to many loopholes in the temporary forged identity.

In addition, he had just watched the fourteenth episode of the TV series and felt a little angry about what happened in the play.

The Saiyan's temper suddenly broke out, and he flew here without caring about anything.

"Forget it, it's already like this, let's sum up the experience and try to do better next time!"

Yamu thought so while standing quietly in the same place, waiting for Fan Xian to digest this heavy news.

After a long time, Fan Xian sat back in the chair, looking at Yamu with a complicated look and a hint of embarrassment.

"... Grandma said in the letter that you are a fan of my books, but in fact, you saw those stories in the previous life, so you want to come to Kyoto to find me, the plagiarist?"

"..."

Yamu nodded silently.

Fan Xian slapped his forehead, then covered his eyes, and whispered as if he was ashamed to see anyone: "In addition to "Climbing the Tower", I also copied Dream of the Red Chamber in Kyoto, don't laugh at me."

Ya Mu asked curiously: "Why should I laugh at you?"

"That's good!" Fan Xian immediately lowered his arms and quickly skipped the topic, "By the way, since you and I are both time travelers, you must be Mr. Mu... Brother Mu on the visiting card!"

"Brother Mu, I have a doubt that I don't understand, and I want you to--"

Before he finished speaking, Fan Xian suddenly recalled Ya Mu's teleportation speed just now.

"Wait!" Fan Xian looked at Ya Mu in disbelief, "You didn't run from Danzhou to the capital in just half a day?!"