Housekeeper Zhou fell miserably to the ground. His face was a mess, and he spat out a few pieces of jade. He was still in a semi-conscious state. He looked at Fan Xian powerlessly, his eyes full of fear and shock.
Fan Xian said quietly, "I really don't understand what you people are thinking. Do you really think I can't bear to hit you? You seem to have forgotten who you are. Perhaps a well-educated master wouldn't hit a servant, but unfortunately, I hit you. Are you going to hit me back? So I hit you, and you can only accept it. Laugh, or go cry to the Countess or the capital... but... don't come into the back garden again. I don't like seeing you. "
Having said this, he dusted off his trousers, turned around, and walked up the stairs. He told the dumbfounded Sisi that he was going out, and left the Count's estate.
Behind him, the faces of the maids and servants involuntarily revealed expressions of fear. No one could have imagined that this gentle and lovely boy would have such a violent side. This kind of contrast shocked the hearts of everyone, so they felt especially terrified.
At that moment, the Countess also came to the back garden. Seeing the housekeeper lying on the ground in pain, she thought of the child, and couldn't help but smile meaningfully.
Last year, he had chased the head servant out of the manor. Today, he had slapped Housekeeper Zhou so hard that he didn't know what was going on. The twelve-year-old Fan Xian had finally succeeded in establishing some of his authority in the Count's estate.
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Ten miles west of Danzhou Harbor was a treacherous area with dense reefs. The sea breeze blew the blue water in that direction and smashed it into the hard rocks, kicking up a large cloud of snow.
On the east side, there was a narrow path that flickered in and out of the strange rocks. Fan Xian walked over from that path and turned his body so that his back was facing the ocean. Hearing the deafening sound behind him, he raised his head to look.
In front of him was a precipitous cliff. This mountain peak by the sea was born out of thin air, formed by nature. Behind the mountain was a primeval forest and swamp that stretched for hundreds of miles. It was impossible to take a detour to reach the peak. If they wanted to reach the peak, they had to climb up the cliff.
Fan Xian glanced at the surface of the cliff and furrowed his brows slightly. In his mind, he immediately found the path he often climbed. However, the wind by the sea had been strong these days. Some of the rocks that had protruded out of the cliff had become loose. If he was going to climb it today, he had to be careful.
The waves behind them crashed against the black rocks, but they could not pass through the stone's merciless and cold barrier. They only sent some seawater to the shallows, making the sand here much more humid than in other places. His feet were in the gravel, and the edges of his shoes were wet, making his feet uncomfortable.
He took off his shoes and placed them in a clean hole at the bottom of the cliff. He found some dry sand and rubbed it on his palms, then began to adjust the zhenqi in his body. Once he was ready, he placed his right hand firmly on an inconspicuous protrusion on the cliff. Exerting a bit of force, his entire body floated into the air and climbed up lightly.
He climbed very quickly, his entire body sticking close to the cliff's surface. He looked like some strange animal that was good at climbing. Every time he stretched out his hand, landed his foot, and exerted force, it seemed very gentle and free. He did not feel that he was using a lot of force.
In a short while, he was almost at the top of the cliff. The sea wind around him swirled around him, blowing away the heat and sweat from his body. It made him feel very comfortable.
"Brother Jing probably didn't climb as fast as I did, but the blind man at the top is much more ruthless than Ma Yu …"
As Fan Xian climbed, he thought about what had happened in the manor's garden. He felt that things were a bit strange. The Second Madam's trusted housekeeper had been well-behaved for over a year. Why did he make a mistake today and give Fan Xian an opportunity?
The sea breeze carried moisture, so the exposed rocks were somewhat slippery. Fan Xian saw that he was about to reach the peak, and his state of mind relaxed. He was also thinking about the matters of his family, so his mind wandered for a moment. His right hand slipped, and he almost fell.
It seemed dangerous, but Fan Xian did not panic. His left hand was filled with his powerful zhenqi, and his three fingers tightly gripped the corner of the rock that was the only thing he could use as leverage. His slightly trembling fingers seemed to be deeply embedded in the rock, and could not escape.
A wooden stick stretched down from the top of his head, indicating that he should grab it.
Fan Xian seemed to want to escape from the stick. Without looking, he swung his body back and pushed off the cliff's surface with the tip of his foot. His whole body borrowed the force to leap up, dangerously close to the top of the mountain.
"If you're not focused enough, you'll lose your life."
On the edge of the cliff, Wu Zhu, dressed in coarse clothing, stood facing the sea wind. His eyes were covered by the black cloth as usual.
Fan Xian ignored him and sat down cross-legged. After adjusting himself for a while, he stood up and told Wu Zhu about what had happened at the Count's estate that day, as well as his own doubts. He wanted to get a definitive answer from Wu Zhu.
Wu Zhu said coldly, "Do you think your slap would have made the housekeeper restrain himself?"
"Yes, as long as my grandmother is on my side." Fan Xian lowered his head. Although he had not used his zhenqi just now, the great power that had been hidden in his frail body over the years was truly frightening. Most importantly, the gloomy temperament he had displayed at the time was truly frightening.
"Then that's enough." Wu Zhu did not seem to like discussing this issue.
"I'm just wondering why the housekeeper would cause trouble today. He has lived in Danzhou Harbor with his tail between his legs for a year and a half. Under normal circumstances, there is no reason for him to reveal his true ugly side, unless … he feels that he has endured too much, and something is about to happen in Danzhou. In his eyes, I am no longer a threat to the young master in the capital, so there is no need for him to deliberately curry favor with me."
Fan Xian's self-deprecating smile appeared on his young face, and it looked very uncoordinated.
It was really strange. If Fei Jie had some doubts and fears about Fan Xian's early maturity, then Wu Zhu did not care at all. It seemed that even if Fan Xian had become an old tree demon, as long as he was still Fan Xian, Wu Zhu would not have any reaction.
Fan Xian thought that perhaps because Wu Zhu was blind, he could not see the expressions that he often revealed unintentionally, expressions that should not appear on a child's face.
Wu Zhu suddenly said, "This is a small matter." Clearly, he felt that Fan Xian's analysis was too serious.
"I guessed that someone would come to kill me. Is this a small matter?" Fan Xian laughed.
Wu Zhu replied coldly, "Fei Jie and I have taught you so much. If you still can't handle a small matter like this, then something big has happened."
Fan Xian thought for a moment and accepted this fact. He understood that Wu Zhu would not handle this matter on his behalf.
"Let's begin."
"Yes."
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After a long time, in a remote area above the cliff, Fan Xian, bare-chested, moaned pitifully, "Again …"
Just as his voice floated out of the cliff, a wooden stick came down from the sky and hit him hard on the back with a dull thud.
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