Chapter 141 Hakka Guest

  This middle-aged man wore a green robe, with a smile on his face, and an extremely sturdy body, standing there like a small mountain. His arms were very long, and although he didn't exude any aura, he had a subtle yet intimidating presence.

  He gazed at Su Ming, and Su Ming was also sizing him up.

  "It doesn't matter, Fang Mu is a good kid, I like him." Su Ming said calmly and started walking forward, the distance between him and Fang Mu's father was over ten steps, but as he walked, this distance gradually shortened.

  But as he approached, Su Ming clearly felt the pressure emanating from the large man in front of him, slowly growing stronger, following his own footsteps. When he walked within five steps of this person, the pressure would reach its strongest point.

  This was a probe, an open and aboveboard one, with no hidden intentions. The big fellow stood there, smiling as he watched Su Ming approach.

  This attic is the residence of the leader of the Andon tribe. Only the strong can enter here, even within the tribe, ordinary people are only outside.

  When he was nine steps away from the tribal chief of Andong, Su Ming's right foot suddenly took a big step forward. This step directly spanned one zhang and suddenly stepped into five steps in front of the tribal chief of Andong. The tribal chief of Andong's clothes suddenly puffed up, causing Su Ming to pause for a moment, as if he couldn't put his foot down, and his body seemed to be about to retreat.

  But at this moment, Su Ming's eyes revealed a strange glow, and he stared at the tribal chief of Andong. The big man's body swayed, his mind suddenly had a sharp pain, and the oppressive aura emanating from his body involuntarily relaxed.

  At this relaxed moment, Su Ming's footsteps fell.

  Mo Su, I have met the leader of the Andong tribe. Su Ming clasped his fists and bowed to the big man in front of him.

  The man in the green shirt looked as usual, took a step back and gave up his position to enter the pavilion, also saluting Su Ming with a fist.

  "Mo brother, although we've just met, I feel like we're old friends. If you don't mind, just call me Fang Shen directly. Come on, Mo brother, please!" Fang Shen laughed and his expression was very enthusiastic.

  "Brother Fang, please!" Su Ming nodded and followed Fang Shen into the pavilion.

  Fang Mu watched from a distance, feeling relieved in his heart. He rarely saw his father treat someone like this, and it was clear that Mo Qian had once again gained his father's approval. After thinking for a moment, he didn't leave but instead waited outside the door.

  The interior of the pavilion was very simple, without too much luxury, but instead had a natural feeling. Everything was made of stone. At a stone table, Fang invited Su Ming to sit down and personally took out some grass leaves, brewed them with hot water, and poured them into a cup in front of Su Ming.

  "Mister Mo, these past few years, the injuries of my child have been a great trouble to you. I, Fang, have no way to repay this kindness. Although this grass and wood leaf are precious, using them to treat Mister Mo is still not enough. I hope Mister Mo will not mind." Fang Shen's expression was filled with gratitude as he looked at Su Ming.

  Su Ming glanced at the cup on the table, where the hot water was swirling with grass leaves, looking very ordinary. But Su Ming had seen similar things before. In his younger years in the Windy Slough tribe, he had accompanied his grandfather and seen him drink a similar liquid with Jing Nan, and had also noticed some of his grandfather's actions when drinking it.

  "Fang Mu's injuries have been accumulating for many years, and Mo certain just slightly relaxed." Su Ming seemed normal, but in fact, he was a bit nervous. The cultivation of this An Dong tribe leader, Su Ming had already seen it in the previous moment, this person didn't even open his dust, but the blood lines in his body were as many as 900 or more.

  Logically speaking, if the other party wants to open the dust, it shouldn't be too difficult. However, since they haven't opened the dust yet, it must be that what they're after is extremely great. They want to wait until their bloodline is complete before opening the dust. This way, even at the initial stage of opening the dust, they can have the power to fight against an ordinary mid-stage opener.

  A strong foundation is like a bloodline; the more numerous it is, the more solid it becomes. Under the principle of gradual accumulation and sudden release, the results will be astonishing.

  However, these are not the reasons for Su Ming's nervousness. He is nervous because from a young age until now, even after coming to Nan Chen, he has mostly been alone and had little experience interacting with people, especially in situations like this where they sit down and chat.

  And as for the other party's identity, even if it were Jing Nan who saw them, they would still show some courtesy.

  Fang Xin smiled, picked up the cup and took a sip, but was very displeased with the grass leaves floating on the surface of the water. He inadvertently drank some of the leaves into his mouth and swallowed them hard.

  "This person's cultivation is still elusive... Saying he's not a dust opener, but with that subtle control, and his breath is also elusive, just now it gave me a strong sense of crisis."

  He said he was just opening the dust, but before that, he walked into my five steps, obviously a bit strained, but the look he gave me just now made people's hearts skip a beat. That glance made me feel like I had been seen through, and it even made my blood pressure unstable... This person is mysterious! However, he seems to be a bit tense?" Fang Shen put down his cup and looked at Su Ming.

  "It's a rare occasion, the whole of Nanchen is shrouded in thick fog, and it's also an important time for Mount Huan's three divisions, so the mountain gate is closed. I hope Brother Mo will understand. What brings you to our Andong Division?" Fang Shen smiled as he spoke, with a blade of grass still stuck between his teeth from before, which he only swallowed after taking another sip from his cup.

  "This stuff is a hassle to drink, it was brought back by Fang Mu's aunt, Mo brother if you're not used to... uh..." Fang Shen said, his words trailing off. He saw Su Ming pick up the cup and gently swirl it, cleverly dispersing the grass leaves so that some of them sank to the bottom of the cup, while the rest stuck to the side of the cup. After playing with it for a bit, Su Ming naturally didn't drink it, but instead put it down."

  Fang Shen immediately noticed that Su Ming's hand was wrapped around the cup with two fingers, and his palm was wrapped around it, giving off a rather elegant feeling, which made Fang Shen blink.

  He had seen his sister do the same action, and even she had taught him how to drink and hold a cup, but Fang Shen thought it was troublesome and didn't bother to master it. But now seeing Su Ming's actions, he couldn't help but think of himself holding the cup and drinking in the grass leaves, feeling embarrassed.

  "Mo certain came here, wanting to become a guest of the An Dong department." Su Ming's heart slowly relaxed at this moment, he imitated his grandfather's movements from back then, as if there was an illusion that he had turned into his grandfather.

  "Oh?" Fang Shen raised his head to look at Su Ming, a smile seeming to play on his lips. To become the chief of the An Dong Department, he was definitely not as rough and simple-minded as he appeared on the surface.

  For someone like that, Su Ming knew that his mind was just a joke to the other person. He knew he had shortcomings, so he chose to remain mysterious while being straightforward.

  "Mo Xiang wants to enter the secret place under Handan City, where Tian Lai Zhi is." Su Ming said calmly.

  In a flash of insight that was almost imperceptible, Fang Shen did not expect Su Ming to be so direct. In fact, Su Ming's intentions for coming here had been guessed by Fang Shen long ago.

  He didn't refuse outright, after all the person in front of him was first and foremost the one who had treated Fang Mu's injuries, and secondly he and Su Ming were not strangers to each other, they had known of each other's existence for years, and there was also the matter of returning the sword a few years ago.

  Unless there were these reasons, whenever a stranger came here and made this request, he would certainly be refused.

  "Give me a reason!" Fang Shen looked at Su Ming, his expression turned serious. Over the past few years, he had also conducted a thorough investigation on Su Ming, after all, this person was in contact with Fang Mu, which made Fang Shen extremely concerned about this matter.

  The results of the investigation had already come out, and Fang Mu's description was consistent with Fang Shen's own judgment. He was 90% certain that this mysterious Mo Su in front of him was not from the vicinity of Handan Mountain, but rather from elsewhere, unfamiliar with this place and unlikely to have known the secrets of Handan City long ago.

  Most importantly, this person seems to have no malicious intent.

  This is not a one-day observation, but rather the feeling that Su Ming's low-key behavior has given Fang Mu and Fang Shen over the past four years.

  Enough and mysterious cultivation, kind expression, identity and origin have nothing to do with Mount Huan, these are the things that make Fang Shen take seriously, so he gave Su Ming a chance, an opportunity to persuade himself.

  "I'm so confident in telling Fang Mu that there's a 70% chance of treating his injury, because I'm currently brewing a medicine that is very important to me. One of its functions is that it can possibly cure Fang Mu's injuries."

  Currently lacking Tian Luan branch, but refining this medicinal liquid, in fact, now I let Fang Mu find the herbs on behalf of me, only reduced after refining is required.

  The hidden place of Handan City, since there is Tianlai branch, it is very likely that other herbs also exist. If I can find more, the refined medicine will be more helpful to me." Su Ming spoke slowly, he didn't emphasize the therapeutic effect of this medicine on Fang Mu, such words would only give people a sense of coercion and had no use at all.

  It's better to emphasize one's own benefits and subtly reveal some thoughts that allow the other party to think for themselves.

  "What kind of barbaric art are you practicing? There's danger lurking in the hidden places of Mount Huan." Fang Shen hesitated for a moment before suddenly speaking up.

  "It's a brutal thing to kill." Su Ming narrowed his eyes and replied calmly.

  "What injury did my son suffer?"

  "At least it's a mid-term strongman of the Kaicheng period, and the injury of the Manwen Huaying!" Su Ming had noticed this point when he observed Fang Mu's injury back then, so he was confident in snatching the Ling San to indirectly treat him. At that time, he wasn't very sure, but now that his cultivation has improved, thinking back on it, he has a detailed answer. As for how Andongbu provoked a mid-term strongman of the Kaicheng period, there must be some underlying reason, but Su Ming isn't curious about it."

  "If you enter the secret place and find extra herbs to treat Mù's injury, what are the chances of success? And if not, what then?" Fāng Shēn spoke again.

  "The former is over 80% based on actual conditions, and the latter... still around 70%." Su Ming replied after a moment of deliberation.

  "Mister Mo, since you've come to our East Bureau, why not stay for a while? This matter still requires some consideration!" Fang Shen fell silent for a moment, then stood up and bowed his fist to Su Ming.

  Su Ming stood up and bid farewell to Fang Sheng before turning around and walking out of the pavilion.

  Just as he was about to leave, a woman came down from the second floor of this pavilion.

  "Cang Lan, what do you think of this person?" Fang Shen turned around and looked at the woman sitting in front of him.

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