Stepping into the manor for the second time, Yang Jian still could not get used to it.
The 'extreme luxury' of riches and honor in the mortal world was indeed an indescribable temptation to the hardships of cultivation.
The Marquis invited Yang Jian to take a seat, then called over a few highly respected elders in the manor, as well as over ten subordinates and advisors. They sat around a table and kept saying words of gratitude to Yang Jian. They even arranged for Yang Jian to sit at the head of the table.
They toasted each other and toasted each other.
Yang Jian was not reserved and used tea instead of wine. He only said that it was inconvenient for foreign cultivators to drink. The Marquis's words were filled with emotion and he kept giving Yang Jian a thumbs up.
The Marquis laughed heartily. "This is the true style of an immortal!"
Yang Jian did not get carried away. He still remembered what he was here for. He did not put himself in a high position. After all, he had a favor to ask.
"Little immortal, how should I address you?" The Marquis asked warmly. "Can you tell me where the immortal sect is?"
Yang Jian smiled indifferently and did not hide it. He said it directly. They would not know anyway.
The cultivation environment of this world was exhausted, and the Dao orthodoxy could no longer be maintained. There were not many immortal stories that mortals knew.
"My name is Yang Jian. I was fortunate enough to have Yuding Zhenren of Yuquan Mountain as my master. I am only a cultivator who has just entered the sect. I have yet to become an immortal, so I cannot be called an immortal. "
The middle-aged and elderly people at the banquet were instantly dumbfounded.
Yuding Zhenren? It must be that reclusive transcendent figure. It was normal that they had not heard of him. Yes, they should not make a fuss lest they embarrass themselves.
They had all seen Yang Jian kill the fierce fox and save the Marquis of Shangde at the banquet that day.
Even in the Imperial City, there were not many cultivators with such ability.
However, these people had never imagined that this young man would actually be so modest. His tone was calm and composed, and he called himself ordinary, yet he emitted an extraordinary bearing in his bones.
Two white-haired old men secretly observed Yang Jian. They naturally didn't know the Qi Observation Technique, but old people always had some ability to see through people.
However, this young man seemed to have experienced many hardships. His skin was a little dark, but he had sword-like eyebrows and an aquiline nose. He could be considered very handsome, but he still looked a little childish.
The two old men kept praising him in their hearts. They winked at Master Hou and secretly gave him a thumbs up under the table. Master Hou smiled even more.
Yang Jian naturally felt that these people were sizing him up. They didn't have any ill intentions, so he didn't pay much attention to them.
"How should I address Marquis?"
Marquis Shangde said blindly, "My name is Zhende, Wen Zhende, little immortal … if Brother Yang doesn't mind, you can just call me by my name. My life was saved by Brother Yang, so please don't call me Marquis. "
"Marquis …" Yang Jian smiled embarrassedly. It would be too disrespectful to call him Marquis again, but he couldn't just call him by his name.
After all, this was a marquis, and he was in front of so many of Marquis Shangde's subordinates. He wanted to pursue martial arts, so he couldn't be too rude.
After thinking about it, it was only a moment. Yang Jian smiled and said, "Uncle, I didn't come back this time to seek repayment, but to ask some questions."
Uncle?
Marquis Shangde paused for a moment, then clapped his hands and laughed. There was even some reminiscence in his eyes.
"Hahahaha! This' uncle 'is really ingenious! Brother Yang, you are young, but I am already at the age of Knowing Destiny! I deserve to be called uncle, I deserve to be called uncle! "
Yang Jian didn't change his expression. He let out a sigh of relief in his heart, but he also felt a little awkward.
Originally, he had thought that after coming here, these mortals would definitely surround him, asking for immortal pills and medicines. He had also thought of an excuse.
But he didn't think that this Marquis would be so forthright. He didn't mention anything about cultivators at all, and only treated him as his savior.
Thinking of this, Yang Jian had a more favorable impression of Marquis Shangde.
"Brother Yang, if you have any questions, feel free to ask! No need to be polite with me! "
Yang Jian looked at the table full of people around him and gave the Marquis of Shangde a slight smile.
Marquis Shangde waved his hand. "Everyone, please withdraw for the time being. I have something to discuss with Brother Yang. We will drink together tonight."
These advisors stood up and left. As they left, they all looked kindly at Yang Jian. It was obvious that they had a good impression of Yang Jian.
He was simple and mellow, but not stupid; he was extraordinary, but not aloof and arrogant.
In their hearts, Yang Jian had the heart of a pure child. Compared to him, they felt inferior.
After these people left, the dozen or so maids in the hall also retreated ten feet away. They all secretly looked at Yang Jian. They couldn't get enough of him.
Marquis Shangde must have seen the awkwardness in Yang Jian's bitter smile, so he drove these people away.
Yang Jian cupped his fists towards Marquis Shangde and said, "Many thanks. I'm a little shy. Marquis, please go through the trouble."
"It's just a small matter. Brother Yang, if you have any requests, feel free to speak." This Marquis waved his hand, his spirit soaring to the heavens.
I want you to teach me a few moves of martial arts …
Although Yang Jian had thought of these words several times, he really couldn't say them out loud.
It wasn't that he was proud of his status as a cultivator and found it hard to speak to a mortal. It was just that he was embarrassed. He didn't want to see this Marquis reveal that kind of … look of disbelief.
"Uncle, although I don't want to meddle in the affairs of the world, I still want to remind Marquis. Count it as selling uncle a favor."
The Marquis of Shangde stilled. He listened attentively and made an inviting gesture, "Brother Yang, please speak your mind. In any case, my old life was saved by you, and I've long since forgotten the favor I owe you."
"That day, I remember that there was a man wearing embroidered clothes sitting with Marquis. He seemed to be some kind of prince." Yang Jian said very calmly. "If I'm not wrong, he has a bit of a foxy aura on him. It seems to be of the same origin as those vicious foxes."
Marquis Shangde was stunned. He raised his head to look at Yang Jian.
Yang Jian smiled faintly. He didn't say much and stopped at the right time.
When he delivered the food, he could see that there was something wrong with that so-called prince.
When he walked past the prince, he felt that the prince was a bit weak and weak. Moreover, there was a faint demonic aura around him.
Moreover, the vicious foxes had pounced, leaving no one alive under their claws and teeth. Only the prince had been thrown away with a light injury on his shoulder.
Yang Jian hadn't thought much of it at the time. He only realized it after he returned to the mountains. He thought for a while with nothing to do and roughly understood who the mastermind of the sneak attack that day was.
But what did the struggle for imperial power in the secular world have to do with a disciple like him? So he didn't think too much about it. Now was the perfect time to use it to sell a favor.
Marquis Shangde could no longer sit still. He immediately stood up and paced back and forth. His eyes were first filled with doubt and then gradually filled with light. In the end, they were like two rays of sword light!
In this way, all of his doubts had been cleared up!
"Many thanks, Brother Yang!" Marquis Shangde said firmly. He slowly sat back down, his aura becoming much sharper.
It was as if a treasured sword had been unsheathed.
Marquis Shangde took a few deep breaths before he recovered his original calm. Then he smiled sadly and sighed with emotion.
"I've worked for the imperial family for dozens of years, but in the end, I'm going to be schemed against by the imperial family like this. How regrettable, how hateful."
Yang Jian picked up a drumstick and took big bites. He couldn't help but ask, "I heard that Uncle wants to marry your daughter to that prince. Why would that prince plot against Uncle?"
"He just wants military power." Marquis Shangde laughed sadly. "I have no intention of falling into the whirlpool of the princes fighting for the throne. The imperial city also had intentions of rejecting my daughter's marriage to that prince. I'm afraid that they hold a grudge against me because of this."
Yang Jian nodded seriously. He picked up a mouthful of that unknown red braised meat that he had secretly eaten before, his mouth dripping with oil. "No matter what, that prince dances with demons all day long. He will definitely suffer a backlash."
"Good!" Marquis Shangde slapped the chair. "I'll write a letter right now and break off this marriage with the imperial family! I, Wen Zhende, have guarded the border for more than twenty years. They won't dare do anything to me! "
When Yang Jian saw that this uncle was about to leave, he hurriedly stopped him. "Marquis, don't be in such a hurry. I still have something to ask of you!"
"Oh?" Marquis Shangde looked at Yang Jian. Suddenly, this marquis seemed to understand something.
This young hero had specially come today to remind him that there was a problem with the prince. He was also in such a difficult situation that he couldn't speak …
He had also heard the steward of the estate say that his precious daughter seemed to know the immortal who had saved him. His precious daughter had even held a piece of paper and spaced out every day …
So that's how it is!
Marquis Shangde threw his head back and laughed, his voice like a great bell. He was overjoyed.
Yang Jian had a depressed expression. Could it be that this uncle had already understood his difficulties? It couldn't be? Who was the cultivator here? Why did it feel like this uncle was the one who had the ability to read minds?
As Marquis Shangde laughed, he was already standing next to Yang Jian. He turned his head and yelled, "Go, tell the princess to bathe and change her clothes. Dress up properly and come here to receive the guest."
"Also, bring this marquis a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. This marquis will personally write a letter to break off the engagement!"
"Also, go and tell my two sons to hurry up and scram back from the barracks. This old man has something important to announce!"
Yang Jian opened his mouth, momentarily feeling a little out of character.
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