"Speak of the devil, the main character has come out." The Little Taoist Boy saw Ye Fan come out and immediately stood up. He patted the dust off his butt and smiled at Ye Fan.
The white fox, on the other hand, leaped into Ye Fan's arms and raised its head to look at Ye Fan quietly.
"How is it, do you have a solution?" The Little Taoist Boy asked Ye Fan.
Ye Fan nodded.
"If you go, I'm afraid you will become the enemy of the whole world," The Little Taoist Boy said with a smile.
"This is my destiny, and also my fate," Ye Fan said quietly. "What the people of the world think of me has nothing to do with me. Whether it is right or wrong, there will be future generations to judge."
"Aiyo, you have reached such a high level in such a short time," The Little Taoist Boy said with a smile.
"Ming Yue, I have to go. There are many things waiting for me to do." Ye Fan said as he stopped and said to the Little Taoist Boy, "You have a good master. You must cherish him."
"A person that I, Ming Yue, acknowledge as my master, of course he is a good master." The Little Taoist Boy said with a smile. "Do I need you to say that?"
"I have three silver notes here. Take them." Ye Fan took out three silver notes and handed them to the Little Taoist Boy. "Take it as a token of my appreciation to Purple Sun Monastery."
"Eighteen thousand taels?" When he saw the amount of the three silver notes in his hand, the Little Taoist Boy exclaimed. He had never seen such a large amount of silver notes.
"Ten thousand taels is the incense money I donated to Purple Sun Monastery. Help me give five thousand taels to your master." Ye Fan said to the Little Taoist Boy, "The remaining three thousand taels is for you."
"For, for, for … for me?" The Little Taoist Boy was shocked and began to stutter.
"Life in the Daoist temple is poor. Use this money to show filial piety to your master, improve the meals of your apprentice-nephews, and buy yourself a few gold-threaded Daoist robes." Ye Fan smiled.
"Celestial Worthy of Immeasurable Blessings!" After hearing Ye Fan's words, the Little Taoist Boy immediately cupped his hands and bowed to Ye Fan in all seriousness. "This humble Taoist thanks Benefactor Ye."
"You used to be a penniless Daoist, but not now." Ye Fan poked the Little Taoist Boy's shoulder and said with a smile, "Now you have a divine weapon, banknotes, and a good master with profound Taoist powers. Are you satisfied?"
"Hee hee hee …" The Little Taoist Boy laughed as he put the banknotes into his pocket.
"I have to go now. Take care." Ye Fan stood and said goodbye to the Little Taoist Boy.
"Wait a moment." The Little Taoist Boy said as he turned and picked up the fruit basket on the steps and handed it to Ye Fan. "Take this with you."
"Keep this for yourself. I won't take it," Ye Fan said with a smile.
A child was a child. Even if this Ming Yue's Taoist powers were profound, he was still a child of seven or eight years old.
"Who told you to eat it." The Little Taoist Boy rolled his eyes at Ye Fan. "This is for Xiao Zhao."
Ye Fan was speechless and could only take the fruit basket.
"Xiao Zhao, be good. Remember to eat more. Don't starve and lose weight," the Little Taoist Boy said as he stroked Baihu in Ye Fan's arms.
"Wu …" Baihu intimately rubbed its head against the Little Taoist Boy's hand.
Ye Fan shook his head and smiled bitterly. When the Little Taoist Boy wanted to hug it, it was unwilling. In less than two hours, it had become friends with the little Taoist Boy.
"I really have to go now, Immortal Child," Ye Fan said to the Little Taoist Boy.
Only then did the little Daoist boy reluctantly remove his hand from the white fox.
"Take care of yourself, Immortal Child. I'm leaving," Ye Fan said as his body slowly floated off the ground and flew into the air.
The Little Taoist Boy looked up at them and waved at them with all his might.
In the air, Ye Fan nodded to the Little Taoist Boy on the ground. Then, he used his movement technique and rushed into the clouds …
East China Sea, on the warship.
In the medical cabin.
"How do you feel, Sir?" Matsumoto Takeyoshi walked to the sickbed and asked the man in blue lying there.
After the treatment of the accompanying ship's doctor, the man in blue had already regained consciousness, but his body was very weak.
"Mr. Matsumoto …" When the man in blue saw Matsumoto Takeyoshi come to visit, he immediately struggled to raise his head from the sickbed and said in a weak voice.
"Why did you get up? Quickly lie down," Matsumoto Takeyoshi said as he personally helped the man in blue to lie down again.
"I'm ashamed to have embarrassed you, Mr. Matsumoto," the man in blue said.
"It's not your fault, Sir," Matsumoto Takeyoshi said to the man in blue, "I underestimated Ye Fan."
"Mr. Matsumoto, I'm now a cripple. I can't help you. You don't have to worry about me. Send me back to Japan," the man in blue said quietly.
"What are you saying, Sir?" Matsumoto Takeyoshi said as he tidied up the blanket covering the man in blue. "Although I, Matsumoto Takeyoshi, am not a good person, I'm not an ungrateful person. I've been taken care of by you for so many years. Today, you're injured because of me. It's my duty to take care of you."
"Mr. Matsumoto …" Matsumoto Takeyoshi's words surprised the man in blue.
"Don't mention returning to Japan again, Sir," Matsumoto Takeyoshi said sincerely to the man in blue. "Have you forgotten, Sir? Before my father passed away, he told me that you, Sir, have always been loyal to the Matsumoto family. You can stand up to the sun and the moon, you can govern the world with literature, and you can save the country with martial arts. My father entrusted you to assist me in front of me. Now that Matsumoto needs Sir's assistance, how can Sir abandon me and leave?
"I didn't expect you to remember this, Sir." The man in blue looked at Matsumoto Takeyoshi.
"Matsumoto Takeyoshi will never forget your kindness," Matsumoto Takeyoshi said as he took out an exquisite white porcelain bottle and placed it beside the man in blue's pillow. "These 12 Peiyuan Pills were given to me by Taro a few years ago. It's said that they were tributes from Persia to the Ming Dynasty Emperor. They have the miraculous effect of consolidating one's foundation. It's useless for me to carry them around. Today, Sir was seriously injured because of me.
"How … how can this be?" The man in blue was anxious to get up.
"The sooner Sir recovers, the sooner you can share Matsumoto's burden," Matsumoto Takeyoshi said.
The man in blue had no choice but to agree.
"You need to rest now, so I won't disturb you," Matsumoto Takeyoshi stood up. "I'll come to see Sir again in the evening." He nodded to the man in blue and turned to leave.
"Take care of yourself. I'll take care of Mr. Matsumoto. Don't worry," the man in white said calmly to the man in blue as he turned to leave.
"Brother Yamada." The man in blue who was lying on the bed called out to the man in white.
The man in white stopped and turned his head.
"I can't thank you enough for your help this time," the man in blue said.
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