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Chapter 986 - 706 Sun Mangong (Thanks for the tip!)_2
Chapter 986: 706 Sun Mangong (Thanks for the tip!)_2
Jiang Chen heard everything.
"He’s not that influential yet."
Lan Peizhi’s lips twitched, a crimson hue blooming.
Jiang Chen silently gave a thumbs-up for his assertiveness.
It was unclear what background this uncle had, but his ulterior motives were plainly visible.
Thinking of coaxing Lan Peizhi away?
What was he supposed to do then?
The middle-aged man opened his mouth as if he wanted to continue "gently persuading" him, but perhaps considering there were two juniors present, he ultimately minded his status and didn’t speak.
"Fine, let’s pretend I didn’t say anything, just let me know if you need any help."
"I appreciate the thought, but I can’t accept this favor."
Lan Peizhi’s expression was serene, his words layered with meaning.
The middle-aged man brazenly downed his wine, "What favor or not, who in the world doesn’t know that I will always stand by your side."
Silently observing, Jiang Chen suddenly felt that money really didn’t seem important.
The seemingly casual words from the other party were far more stirring than flipping through a stack of property deeds or a blank check.
Without eating any of the dishes, or even touching the chopsticks, the middle-aged man got up and left after a while.
Lan Peizhi didn’t see him off and didn’t even arrange for anyone to escort him, seemingly quite familiar with the other party.
Indeed.
Through their conversation, it was enough to see that their relationship was not ordinary; there was no need for excessive courtesy.
"Who is this uncle..."
After the middle-aged man left, Jiang Chen asked quite reasonably.
Lan Peizhi looked at him, "Uncle?"
Jiang Chen was silent.
Lan Peizhi’s thin lips curved slightly upward.
"If you had addressed him as ’uncle’ just now, you would have definitely gotten a thorough thrashing."
Jiang Chen cleared his throat and naturally said, "With you and Taoist Duanmu here, that probably wouldn’t happen."
Lan Peizhi’s smile widened, his tone unsympathetic, "If he touched you, do you think I would help you?"
Jiang Chen, with his remarkably thick skin, turned to look at the young Taoist nun who was preoccupied with filling her belly.
"Taoist Duanmu certainly wouldn’t ignore it."
Lan Peizhi, whose expressions now seemed much richer when looking at him, half-smiled as he glanced at the little sister who had traveled thousands of miles to find him, "Are you two close?"
How could they not be?
On the journey from East Sea to Capital City, for over two hours, they had relied on each other for survival.
Of course.
Such shameless words were too much, even Jiang Chen couldn’t say them aloud.
"Taoist Duanmu and I should be a bit more familiar with each other than with him."
That was a more tactful and accurate statement.
Lan Peizhi looked towards Tanki Liuli.
"Liuli, do you know him?"
Life in the mountains was indeed tough.
Tanki Liuli put down her chopsticks and tilted her head to glance at Jiang Chen, then gently nodded under his expectant gaze.
"I know him, Jiang Chen."
Jiang Chen felt a sense of relief and contentment.
"And what about the person just now?"
Lan Peizhi continued to inquire.
The young Taoist nun, who had been isolated from the world for most of her early life, didn’t overthink before slightly parting her ruby lips.
"Ancient Mongolia, Sun Mangong."
Jiang Chen’s eyes flickered.
Ancient Mongolia.
Sun Mangong.
These few simple words seemed to carry an untamed aura, striking at full force.
Not just anyone could prepend their name with such a prefix.
"Do you know him?"
Lan Peizhi looked back at Jiang Chen.
"I don’t know him."
Jiang Chen naturally shook his head.
Although the name oozed dominance, it was the first time he had heard it.
Lan Peizhi fell silent.
"Many years ago, a foreign force breached our borders and fled to Ancient Mongolia to attempt an escape; it was Sun Mangong who captured them all single-handedly."
The speaker was Tanki Liuli.
The favors that Jiang Chen had done on the journey were being repaid.
Jiang Chen had long sensed that the world was far from the peaceful and stable place it seemed on the surface, but the feats recounted by Tanki Liuli still made him stagger in his thoughts.
One couldn’t be there to witness it, but the mere description was enough to stir the heart.
"Did your master tell you this?"
Lan Peizhi asked.
Your mentor.
The one referred to must be the old Taoist Master from the mountain, Wang Heting, who without a doubt was destined to be adorned with the rank of general.
But wasn’t he Duanmu Liuli’s master as well as hers?
The young Taoist nun nodded.
Indeed.
Having never set foot in the secular world, her channels for understanding it were limited to that recluse in the deep mountains—there seemed to be no other way.
"He must have told you some stories too."
This time, the young Taoist nun did not respond.
Yet Jiang Chen could already imagine an elder with the bearing of an immortal, holding a horsetail whisk and detailing the heroes of the age to a disciple seated on a meditation cushion—perhaps reaching a point of dry mouth and parched tongue before taking a sip of pine-flavored wine or spring water tea.
A modern version of ’Discussing Heroes over Wine’?
The younger sister remained silent, and Lan Peizhi did not pressure her with the authority of an older sister.
As an observer, Jiang Chen could clearly sense that as a disciple, she did not have much respect for the old Taoist Master from the mountain; however, Lan Peizhi seemed quite fond of this younger sister,
even if the word ’fondness’ seemed out of place when referring to her, the Blood Guanyin.
"Since you’ve come down the mountain, you should adapt to the world below. Do not dwell on everything from the mountain."
Lan Peizhi noticed her wearing a Daoist robe, "Why didn’t you change her into a different outfit?"
Jiang Chen was at a loss for words.
He had wanted to, but that required her agreement.
Little did he know that because of Duanmu Liuli’s attire, the looks he had received from East Sea to Capital City over the past couple of days were quite strange.
Of course.
Jiang Chen was not one to shirk responsibility. Even when misunderstood, he didn’t offer explanations, merely stating, "Due to time constraints, by the time Major Wang handed her over to me, it was already night. There wasn’t time enough."
"You need to change out of this Daoist robe."
Lan Peizhi told Duanmu Liuli.
"I think it’s quite nice."
Duanmu Liuli softly spoke, showing a rare slight defiance toward her elder sister.
"You’re here to gain worldly experience, not to play the role of a panda."
Her words prompted an unexpected laugh from Jiang Chen.
As Lan Peizhi turned to look,
he quickly quieted down, maintaining an expressionless face.
Panda.
Duanmu Liuli probably knew about them.
After all, there was one on the mountain, which Jiang Chen had seen.
Finally, Duanmu Liuli looked down at her simple dark blue Daoist robe, which stood out starkly against society below the mountain. A trace of hesitation appeared in her clear, pure eyes.
"You could lend her some of your clothes for a change."
Jiang Chen suggested helpfully, as they both came from the same sector—surely their styles of dress were somewhat similar?
What he had forgotten was that similar style did not mean similar size.
"Do you think she can wear my clothes?"
With a single sentence, Lan Peizhi left Jiang Chen speechless.
Although one was the elder sister and the other the younger, in terms of figure, Duanmu Liuli was much taller and fuller than Lan Peizhi.
Of course.
Far from being considered overweight, her build was rather balanced when paired with her outstanding height.
The mountain diet might be simple, but if one could eat, it was difficult to remain slender.
"Later, take her to buy a few outfits."
With those words, Lan Peizhi shifted a responsibility that was originally hers onto Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen was stunned.
He’d already safely brought her all the way here from East Sea, why should he be the one to accompany her?
Was she her sister or was she his?
Besides.
It was just a matter of buying a few clothes—couldn’t just anyone be sent to do that? Was he really needed for this task?
He wasn’t quite as renowned as "Ancient Mongolia’s Sun Mangong," but at least he didn’t consider himself to be someone who dealt with trivial matters.
After a moment’s pause, he quickly said, "I might need to go to the hospital."
"You’re not a doctor. What’s the point of lingering in the hospital?"
Lan Peizhi countered, blocking any escape.
Jiang Chen’s lips moved, and then he remembered the information revealed by Cao Jinse.
It was the other party who had given Ai Qian a chance at survival.
"...Alright."
Jiang Chen pursed his lips and nodded.
"Put down the sword."
After finishing their meal, Jiang Chen planned to take the Taoist nun sister shopping.
At Lan Peizhi’s insistence, Duanmu Liuli finally separated from her ever-present wooden sword.
The security checks in Capital City were more stringent than in East Sea; Lan Peizhi was considerate in saving him a lot of trouble.
"Let’s go."
Jiang Chen led Duanmu Liuli out of the main hall.
Sitting in the hall, Lan Peizhi watched their retreating figures and her eyes flickered subtly with an enigmatic luster.
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