Chapter 147: Everyone Has a Story

Listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books.

Yang Tiejiang's words dispelled Chen Wuji's fog-like doubts.

Now it's clear.

Otherwise, he would have suspected there was something wrong with his constitution.

Ordinary commoners only account for one-tenth; in a small place like Yunan, this probability truly is not high at all. It's completely normal for him to meet people who themselves have secrets, or whose families have secrets.

Everyone originally had a story!

Yang Tiejiang suddenly chuckled, "So you should now understand why the court loves to use Nan Jun's troops so much, yet also fears them so much?"

Chen Wuji understood clearly, clicked his tongue and said, "Every family has its inheritance, every household its secrets; such troops inherently possess a certain quality, but the court worries that we families with prior examples cannot be easily controlled."

Yang Tiejiang nodded, "Exactly this principle; don't dwell on my past. Your Chen family's secrets are absolutely greater than our Yang clan's, and moreover, easier to guess."

Chen Wuji: ……

Screw it!

When the special becomes the common situation, what's left that's special?

Before, it was simply that he overthought it, and assumed their Chen family was more mysterious than it actually was.

Yang Tiejiang walked down the street, pointed casually, and said, "In Yunan City, among these shopkeepers, aside from the young ones, anyone who's gotten up in years absolutely has a bunch of secrets."

"Let me casually list one: among the shopkeepers in this city, as far as I know, three once held ranks of three or four pin, two were military officers, and bandits are even more numerous—seven or eight of them, all once ruthless killers who didn't blink an eye when killing."

Chen Wuji: ……

Actually, it wasn't that he thought too much, but that he thought too little.

The world is far more complex than he anticipated.

A tiny Yunan City hides former third-rank officials, military officers, and ruthless killers.

This……

This matter, if one doesn't understand the origins of Nan Jun, even giving him ten brains he couldn't figure it out.

"After all, I'm just too young!" Chen Wuji sighed from the bottom of his heart.

Yang Tiejiang's cold face twitched dramatically, and he gave a strange ha-ha laugh, "That hit the nail on the head—if no one tells a youngster, they really wouldn't know these secrets. Your reaction is perhaps the calmest; those rash ones might well want to report to the authorities."

Chen Wuji nodded.

Such a possibility really could exist.

"Senior brother, could our master be the same too?" a voice behind suddenly sounded.

Chen Wuji was startled, jerked his head around before realizing, there was still a little fish behind him.

"Who is this kid? No, he's the one who came with you, right? How did I not notice at all!" Yang Tiejiang was also startled, his eyes wide like a bull's.

Xiaoyu shrank his neck, "Maybe my footsteps are too quiet?"

"Is that so?" Yang Tiejiang fell into self-doubt, "I did notice you before; logically I should remember, but why did I forget as we talked?"

"Maybe... I'm just too tired." Xiaoyu said softly.

He somewhat feared this man—when not smiling, his face was fierce; when smiling, his whole face was vicious.

Chen Wuji wasn't tired at all, but he also forgot that Xiaoyu was following behind.

This little guy's presence was excessively low, as if he wore an invisible human-shaped cloak.

"Kid, who's your master?" Yang Tiejiang asked.

"Zhang Huairen—I've always called him Old Bad Head." Xiaoyu showed a mouthful of even white teeth, laughing.

Yang Tiejiang's expression shifted slightly, "Your master..."

That expression made Chen Wuji suddenly feel strong curiosity.

It seems Yang Tiejiang knows Zhang Lao's past.

"What's wrong with Zhang Lao?" Chen Wuji asked.

Yang Tiejiang waved his hand, "Nothing, I don't know."

"Old Yang, you're not good at lying." Chen Wuji said softly.

Yang Tiejiang's expression stiffened, "Zhang Lao is a fine doctor; as for the rest, I don't know. So you two are his disciples?"

"I don't count yet." Chen Wuji said.

Yang Tiejiang's gaze toward Chen Wuji instantly became complex, "You mean you intend to become Zhang Lao's disciple?"

"I do have such a plan." Chen Wuji said.

Yang Tiejiang glanced at the curious Xiaoyu, gave a light cough, and said, "Quite good, quite good."

Chen Wuji:???

There's something in his words, right?

He didn't misunderstand, did he?

"Well, where exactly are we supposed to go?" Yang Tiejiang looked around, shifting the topic very stiffly.

Chen Wuji couldn't help but feel a bit suspicious.

Looking at Old Yang's attitude, it seems as if apprenticing to Zhang Lao isn't a good thing.

But with Xiaoyu nearby, Old Yang obviously didn't want to talk about this, so Chen Wuji suppressed his suspicions and said, "At the Drunken Eight Immortals Tavern, the opponents are the Southwestern Yi and the tavern's owners! You two never asked what kind of people we were to deal with; now even if you know, you'd better not back out, or else I'll have a hard time doing this!"

Yang Tiejiang's gaze withdrew, suddenly turning deep, "You have a grudge with the Zhang family?"

"A deadly feud!" Chen Wuji said.

Yang Tiejiang's deep eyes suddenly turned cold and icy, "No regrets—I, Old Yang, act as I say; since I've agreed, even if it's climbing a blade mountain, I'll help you get it done—what about the Zhang family!"

"When your Chen clan was glorious back then, the Zhang family wasn't even worth a worm!"

Chen Wuji:???

"You don't not know, do you?"

Yang Tiejiang turned his head, "What do I know?"

"Forget it, we'll talk about this tomorrow!" Chen Wuji said, shaking his head.

Lao Yang's understanding of him, or rather of the Chen Family, is obviously deeper.

Fortunately, this guy's mouth is a bit leaky.

Little Fish, eager to try, said, "Senior Brother, I won't regret it either. The Zhang Family isn't anything good; stealing from them, I have no psychological burden."

"Alright, we're almost there, let's go straight in!" Chen Wuji said.

Yang Tiejiang startled, "Just charge in and start slashing?"

"Wait until late night, we'll open a room upstairs, rest a bit, and refine the plan. I'm not that reckless; don't make me out to be a brainless brute!" Chen Wuji said, chuckling.

"Alright."

As they approached the tavern's door, the three of them, being tactful, fell silent and entered the tavern, going up to the fifth floor under Chen Wuji's lead.

Qin Zhanhong was still in the room; seeing Chen Wuji return with two people, he nodded in greeting, then pulled Chen Wuji aside, saying, "Just two people?"

"Two people are enough; it won't interfere with your affairs." Chen Wuji said.

"But... there's also a little kid? Strictly speaking, that doesn't count as two people; it's only one and a half." Qin Zhanhong said.