Jiang Wang snuck back to Lingxiao Pavilion.
The whole process was very secretive.
His face was covered with a mask, and his body was tightly wrapped.
If he hadn't written a letter to Ye Qingyu in advance, he would've been kicked out of Lingxiao Pavilion's gate by the sect guards. There would've been no chance for him to sneak into the secret place.
Of course, Ye Qingyu gave him a rare look, and her face was cold the whole way to the secret place of Lingxiao.
Jiang Wang didn't know that Ye Qingyu had thought he was dead.
But he knew that his family and friends would inevitably worry about him if he disappeared for no reason.
He wasn't an extremely egotistical person, and he didn't think that he deserved the infinite tolerance of his family and friends just because he narrowly escaped death. Especially since he didn't tell anyone about his actions from beginning to end.
"Hey, that …"
Jiang Wang tried to liven up the atmosphere, and his voice was a bit dull through the mask. "The scenery is so good!"
Ye Qingyu led the way in front, not responding.
Indeed, there was nothing to respond to.
She grew up here, and she couldn't be more familiar with every blade of grass and every tree. Did she need Jiang Wang to tell her what the scenery was like?
"Fellow Daoist, please be careful. The stairs ahead are very steep!" Jiang Wang took the initiative to show his concern.
Ye Qingyu: …
We're all Inner Mansion cultivators with remarkable abilities. Do you think I can't even walk steadily on the stairs?
She said angrily, "You'd better think about how to explain it to Anan later! She's been crying for days! "
"Ah, yes, yes." Jiang Wang said somewhat guiltily, "I should explain it properly."
Immediately, he said with some confidence, "But I've already made preparations."
So you've only prepared to explain to Jiang Anan? You only sent me a message saying 'Fellow Daoist, come and pick me up'?
Ye Qingyu's face became cold again, and she quickened her pace.
Jiang Wang didn't know what went wrong, and could only follow along.
Considering that Jiang Wang wanted to hide his tracks, Ye Qingyu deliberately took him to a secret path, avoiding the other disciples in the pavilion, and arrived at Jiang Anan's room.
At that time, little An 'an was sitting upright in front of the desk, holding the brush properly and writing methodically. Previously, Jiang Wang had bought her too many at once.
"An An!" Ye Qingyu revealed a brilliant smile: "Look who's here!"
Hearing the sound, An 'an turned around and recognized Jiang Wang, who was standing beside Ye Qingyu, even though he was wrapped up so tightly and clumsily.
She pouted and was about to cry.
"The cutest Jiang Anan in the world, look at what this is!" Jiang Wang hurriedly rushed forward, brushed away the brush and ink she used to practice calligraphy, and as if performing a magic trick, delicacies appeared one after another.
There were golden paper pig trotters, crispy bamboo cakes, green woven noodles, cloud smile cakes … and a pot of steaming white goose soup.
"These are all New Year's gifts that Big Brother prepared for you. I bought them in Weiguo. The road was too far and I got lost, so I was late!"
After Ku Jue left, Yang Kai thought about it for a moment and decided to return to High Heaven Pavilion. No matter where he went next, he had to let An An know. Her little heart was actually very sensitive and fragile. If she left just like that, she would definitely be sad.
Moreover, after Zhuang Gaoxian and Du Ruhui failed to kill him this time, as long as he didn't go to Zhuang, he would be very safe in the Western Region. It was impossible for a ruler and a minister to do nothing all day long and just wait to kill him.
The country closest to the barren mountain where Ku Jue beat him up was Weiguo. Thus, he made a trip to Weiguo and asked a lot of locals, carefully gathering a table of local delicacies.
When interacting with Jiang Anan, the greatest weapon he had was eating.
Jiang Anan blinked her eyes, her long eyelashes catching a teardrop that hadn't fallen yet, like a piece of broken jade.
Jiang Wang felt his hand being held by a warm and soft little hand.
"Were you scared when you got lost?" Jiang Anan looked at him and asked seriously.
Jiang Wang was stunned.
He had just casually made up an excuse, saying that he got lost. For a Divine Ability Inner Palace cultivator to get lost was as laughable as for a Divine Ability Inner Palace cultivator to not be able to walk steadily.
Perhaps only a child would believe it.
Perhaps Jiang Anan was the only one who would always give him the purest care.
"Yes, a little bit," Jiang Wang said with a forced smile.
"Don't be scared in the future. If I get lost, I'll go find you!" Jiang Anan nodded, as if emphasizing her reliability.
Ye Qingyu said gently, "I can testify that Anan has been looking for you for several days. You're really the best little sister in the world! "
Jiang Wang's heart was filled with infinite gentleness, but under the cover of his mask, he was able to hide his weakness.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, let's eat together." He spread out the bowls and chopsticks and invited her.
The gentleness on Ye Qingyu's face quickly disappeared. She glanced at him and said coldly, "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving."
After saying that, she really turned around and left.
Her attitude toward Jiang Anan and toward Jiang Wang were completely different.
Jiang Wang was confused. While helping Jiang Anan unwrap the golden pig trotters, he asked, "What's wrong with her?"
The little Jiang Anan really wasn't a reliable person to solve his problems, but he didn't have anyone else to ask.
"She's not happy." Jiang Anan ate the soft pig trotters.
Jiang Wang helped her remove the bones, so she only needed to deal with the smooth but not greasy skin and soft tendons.
She mumbled, "When you don't treat me well, I'll be unhappy."
"Alas." Jiang Wang sighed. "It seems that Pavilion Master Ye really doesn't care enough about his daughter. He's probably busy with pavilion affairs and can't treat you as well as I do. Unfortunately, he's an elder, so it's not convenient for me to say anything. "
Jiang Anan glanced at him, baffled. Her small mouth bulged. "Uncle Ye is very good to Big Sister Qingyu! It seems like she's unhappy because she sees you? "
"Ah, is that so?" Jiang Wang realized in hindsight.
Jiang Anan gulped down a mouthful of hot soup and nodded heavily. "See, she left as soon as you spoke."
Jiang Wang absent-mindedly fiddled with a piece of Fried Crispy Bamboo Cake, letting the fragrance wander around his nose.
"That's not right. I didn't offend her?" he asked suspiciously.
"Then I don't know." Jiang Anan shrugged like a little adult and slurped down a big mouthful of green woven noodles.
The noodles were made from Wei Kingdom's unique wind pepper wheat. It was green in color, spicy and refreshing.
A thought flashed through Jiang Wang's mind. He suddenly remembered that he hadn't returned the Dao Origin Stones he owed Ye Qingyu. He had said many times that he would definitely repay the resources that Sky Tower had invested in Jiang Anan. But money was something that was spent too quickly. Previously, in order to buy the squirrel box for Anan, he had almost emptied his family's savings …
No wonder Ye Qingyu was in a bad mood! She was definitely afraid that he would forget about the debt, but was too embarrassed to mention it!
When he thought of this, Jiang Wang already knew what he should do.
Jiang Anan had no idea what her brother was thinking. While eating noodles, she looked at the Fried Crispy Bamboo Cake in his hand. "Brother, do you want to eat this?"
"Oh, I've already eaten. You can eat it." Jiang Wang handed the bamboo cake to her.
Jiang Anan took it and happily took a bite. She asked casually, "Why are you still wearing the mask?"
Jiang Wang touched his nose.
If it was to hide his tracks, he didn't need to do so in Jiang Anan's small room.
But how could he let his sister see his bruised and swollen face?
The old monk Ku Jue's attack was very sinister. He didn't cause any real injuries to Jiang Wang, but left those bruises that wouldn't go away easily.
With Jiang Wang's current strength, it would take more effort and more time to get rid of the small tricks left behind by a present age Perfected Person …
"I'm playing a game."
Jiang Wang said very seriously, "A mask game. It depends on who wears the mask the longest. No one is allowed to take it off at any time. I'm prepared to wear it for at least a month and win first place! "
"What?"
Jiang Anan wrinkled her nose in disgust. "It doesn't sound fun at all."
"Okay …"
Jiang Wang sighed silently.
In the past, she must have clamored to play together.
The child had grown up.
His cultivation of coaxing the child was about to fall behind.
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