Another autumn came, and chrysanthemums floated all over the mountain.
Fei Jie's teaching career in Danzhou was supposed to end in the summer, but Mister Fei liked the air and sea breeze of Danzhou. He liked the food at Count Sinan's estate, and he really liked the child he was teaching. So he dragged it on for a few more months.
A few months later, Sir Fei, who was adept at poisoning people to death, and who was naturally adept at making the elderly live longer, rubbed his belly, which was growing rounder by the day. He regretfully received a letter from the capital, and reluctantly took his leave from Count Sinan's old mother.
The Countess knew that the teacher before her had been sent by someone from the capital. She comforted him, but did not try to keep him. She gave him a thick red envelope, thanked him, and left.
On the road west of Danzhou Harbor, teacher and student were having a conversation before they parted.
"Why do you not listen to me when I tell you not to practice that explosive zhenqi?"
"Teacher, at least for now, I don't see any major problems."
"If there are no problems, then last night when you went to the kitchen to steal some wine, why did you break the entire urn?"
"It was an accident," Fan Xian answered, distressed. Over the past few months, the zhenqi in his body had become more and more violent, and this kind of thing happened often. It had caused little Fan Xian to not tell ghost stories in bed with the serving girls for many days, because he was afraid that when everyone was huddled together, he would make an unforgivable mistake and ruin the flower.
"When you learn how to use poison, you learn the most powerful killing method in the world. Why do you still need to learn that?"
"Because using poison can easily hurt innocent people."
Fei Jie suddenly stared into the boy's eyes. "Are you sure you're not even six years old this year?"
Fan Xian looked at his teacher innocently. "It's not my fault that I'm precocious."
Fei Jie exhaled and spat. It was not easy for him to spend so much time with this little freak without losing his mind.
It was time to part. Fei Jie stroked the little fellow's head and turned his head to look at Danzhou behind him. The harbor was displaying its beauty against the backdrop of the blue sea and blue sky.
"If you really want to come to the capital in the future... to become a doctor, remember to look for me."
"Yes." Fan Xian bowed respectfully. He was truly grateful to the strange old man in front of him. The blind Wu Zhu had always been so cold. All these years, the adult soul in the child's body had found someone to talk to. Even if the other was his teacher, and his background was not simple, he was still grateful. Furthermore, after more than a year of interaction, he could feel that the old man had become more protective of him.
"Don't learn that zhenqi anymore …"
"Teacher, you are really long-winded."
"Maybe it's because he's too old?" Fei Jie rubbed Fan Xian's soft black hand on his head with one hand and stroked his own messy white hair with the other.
"However, that True Qi is indeed useless. It's too powerful and uncontrollable." Fei Jie did not give up. "That sword-wielding monster in Dongyi owes me a favor. If you are willing, I can introduce you to him as a student."
Fan Xian sucked in a cold breath and said, "You're talking about the sword saint of Dongyi?"
"That's right," Fei Jie said temptingly. "One of the four Grandmasters. No matter what, what you practice is better than what you practice."
Fan Xian was interested in something else. "Teacher, how did you know him?"
"Oh, when he was eight, his father invited me to treat him … Tsk tsk, that monster was clearly an idiot. All he could do was hug a tree branch and stare blankly. I casually treated him, and after a few years, I heard that he actually learned the Sigu Swordsmanship and became a grandmaster."
Fan Xian looked at him with disdain. "Casually treated him? Let's not talk about you swindling medical fees, just the fact that you almost killed a future peerless master is enough to make you look down on. "
Feigning anger, Fei Jie strode toward the carriage in the distance. As he walked, he said, "I've taught you the basics of biological poisons and the basics of related knowledge. But there is one most important thing I haven't told you yet."
Fan Xian scampered along, his calves like wind and fire wheels. He followed behind his teacher. "What is it?"
"Detoxification is not difficult, nor is concocting the poison … The most difficult thing is to poison it."
Fei Jie walked on without turning his head.
Fan Xian stopped in his tracks, thinking carefully about what Fei Jie had just said. Having studied poison with Fei Jie for a year, he knew how difficult it was to find a colorless, odorless, and tasteless poison in this world.
So the key was the word "poison."
Fan Xian suddenly laughed shyly. He wasn't going to become an assassin, nor was he going to the palace to poison the emperor. What was the point of worrying about such things? He just had to make sure that Count Sinan's concubine in the capital couldn't find someone to poison him. After following Fei Jie for a year, he was confident.
Fan Xian watched the carriage slowly move away, dust rising as it slowly landed by the roadside. He bowed to the carriage on the road. He knew that the perverted old man in the carriage must have been very reluctant to come to Danzhou. But over the past year, Fan Xian had followed him everywhere to dig up corpses and cut frog legs. He couldn't help but be infected with some of the old man's dark aura, and felt that he could be considered a friend despite the difference in age.
Fan Xian couldn't help but feel a little sad when he left like this. "Teacher Fei Jie is really a good person, but he's a little … pitiful."
— — — —
For a long time after that, Fan Xian couldn't get used to it. Normally, when young noblemen were his age, they would gather friends to learn and have fun. Although Fan Xian was the only noble in Danzhou Port, he could still find many playmates who were close to his age. However, Fan Xian knew that after he ended the story club, he could no longer hang out with his "peers" anymore.
Because his mental age was much older than the other party's, he felt like he was taking care of a child when he was with those children. Not everyone was willing to be the king of children to satisfy their petty desire for power. Even in the original world, there were not many men who would be willing to go to kindergarten to be a teacher. This was the same logic.
Teacher Fei Jie left Danzhou Harbor and lost the only person he could communicate with. He felt that his life had become boring. He stood in front of the Count's mansion, watching the people coming and going on the road. He felt a little lonely, not knowing what he would do in the future, nestled in the body of a little child.
He thought about the wonderful things he had fantasized about when he first woke up, and couldn't help but laugh at himself. In his previous life, he had spent most of his time in a sickbed, and his ability level made his transmigration seem particularly pitiful. But he had thought that he was more capable than the people of this world, such as being able to make a few bars of soap, make a few ugly glasses, and come up with a few simple ideas that would bring him many benefits …
But when Fan Xian found out that soap and glass had long existed in this world, Fei Jie had left Danzhou Harbor in a four-wheeled carriage. When he found out that the horse of the guard next to the carriage had a saddle and stirrup, he felt a sense of failure and began to sigh.
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