Chapter 70

"Speaking of which, that Young Master Master Tianji exposed the little thoughts of Zhao Zhao Qiansun and Master Master Zhiguang in one sentence. It turns out these two weren't sincerely repenting, but wanted to use Huang Qiao Feng's chivalrous heart to escape accountability."

"Originally, Gang Leader Huang Qiao had already softened his heart and didn't want to take action against Master Zhiguang, who had lost all his martial arts. But Young Master Master Tianji's insight was as clear as fire; how could he not know Master Zhiguang's fake benevolence and righteousness? So he ordered his maid to cut off Master Zhiguang's dog head with one sword!"

An old man with white hair and ragged clothes, holding a dry pipe, was vividly describing the events that happened at Xingzilin on the second floor.

Beside him was a very young big girl, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with two big braids and a pair of big, dark, and bright eyes. As her eyes turned, it was as if she could hook a man's soul.

"Good!" Many guests on the second floor clapped and cheered.

Lin Fan walked up to the second floor and happened to encounter the storyteller telling his deeds.

Case solved: his reputation was spreading everywhere; it turned out this storyteller had a hand in it.

Could this storyteller be riding fast horses and telling stories everywhere to help him promote his reputation?

"Grandpa, Grandpa, look quickly!"

The braided girl discovered Lin Fan's group walking up to the second floor. She kept looking at them with her big eyes and secretly pulled the storyteller's sleeve.

The white-haired old man frowned, turned to look, and after a careful look, a surprised expression appeared on his face, clearly recognizing who had arrived.

"Old Man Sun, keep talking! What happened next?"

The guests were still immersed in the Xingzilin incident, and when the storyteller stopped, they were a bit dissatisfied.

"If you want to know what happened next, listen to the next installment!"

The white-haired old man waved his hand, signaling that the storytelling for the day was over.

"Sigh, what a buzzkill. I still want to know what happened to Gang Leader Huang Qiao in the end, and the leading brother and the mastermind behind the scenes are still unknown!"

"He's naturally fine. I heard his father isn't dead either and is hiding in the Shaolin Temple's Library Pavilion. The leading brother is the Great Song Shaolin Abbot Xuanci, and the mastermind is the Xianbei descendant South Murong Bo. Let me tell you..."

Some well-informed Jianghu martial artists already knew about this and began to tell the people next to them, which could be considered taking over the storyteller's job.

"This old man and young lady, if you don't mind, I wonder if you'd like to sit at the same table as us?"

Lin Fan brought the women to find three tables in the corner and invited the white-haired old man and the braided girl.

"Okay, okay!"

The braided girl excitedly pulled the white-haired old man over.

The storyteller, who wanted to refuse, was pulled by his granddaughter to Lin Fan.

"Old man, young lady, please sit!"

Lin Fan signaled for the two to sit down, while Lv He poured tea for them.

"I'm not called 'young lady'; my name is Sun Xiaohong. This is my grandfather, Sun Baifa. You can just call me Xiaohong!"

The braided girl sat down generously and then couldn't wait to introduce herself and her grandfather to Lin Fan, her voice crisp like a yellow oriole coming out of a valley.

Sun Baifa shook his head and smiled bitterly helplessly. This granddaughter, people hadn't even asked yet, how could you reveal everything? After walking the Jianghu with me for so many years, you haven't learned any of my caution.

After Sun Xiaohong introduced herself and her grandfather, she stared at Lin Fan. Her moving big eyes were filled with all kinds of emotions; it was unknown whether it was surprise, joy, admiration, or longing.

"Miss Sun..."

"I don't have the surname 'Miss,' nor am I called 'Young Lady.' Why do you always call me 'Miss'?"

Lin Fan just wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Sun Xiaohong again.

"Xiaohong, what are you doing? How could you tell people everything, and be so unreserved!"

Sun Baifa scolded Sun Xiaohong in a low voice, his words filled with the feeling of hating that iron wouldn't become steel.

"Even if I told him, I only told him. He... he's not someone else!"

A'Zi looked at Sun Xiaohong and then at Lin Fan playfully. You're doing well, brother-in-law; when did you go out behind our backs to flirt?

"Ahem, hello Miss Xiaohong and this Old Man Sun. I am Lin Fan. This is Rong'er, Lv He, A'Zhu, A'Bi, Wang Yuyan, Li Mochou, Lu Wushuang, and Hong Lingbo!"

Lin Fan felt A'Zi's playful gaze, coughed awkwardly, and introduced the women to Sun Xiaohong and Sun Baifa.

"Brother-in-law, there's also me. My name is A'Zi; I'm A'Zhu's sister!"

Seeing Lin Fan not introducing her, A'Zi immediately jumped out to introduce herself.

"I had already guessed it was you. Besides you, there wouldn't be anyone else..."

Sun Xiaohong ignored A'Zi and began to speak excitedly. As she spoke, she looked at Lin Fan with her soul-hooking big eyes, which Lin Fan couldn't bear. Fortunately, she was interrupted by Sun Baifa.

"The name of Young Master Master Tianji, Lin Fan, is like thunder in the ears. It's truly a great pleasure in life to see you today!"

"Old man, don't mock me. How could I dare to call myself Young Master Master Tianji in front of the Heavenly Secret Old Man? It's really showing off in front of an expert!"

Although Lin Fan was grateful to Sun Baifa for helping him out—after all, Sun Xiaohong's gaze made him unable to bear it.

But it was better not to bring out the name of Young Master Master Tianji in front of the Heavenly Secret Old Man to embarrass himself.

"This old man has been drifting in the Jianghu under an assumed name with my granddaughter, telling stories for many years. You were able to recognize me at a glance; do you still dare to say you don't understand heavenly secrets?"

Sun Baifa looked at Lin Fan in surprise. He hadn't expected Lin Fan to see through who he was at a glance.

This, it couldn't be explained clearly. Lin Fan felt like Chang Wei now: I really don't know martial arts—ah no, I really don't know heavenly secret calculation!

"Young man, to know what you know and not know what you don't know. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves in front, each wave stronger than the last. At my age, I've seen through everything and won't mind you using the name of Young Master Master Tianji. Otherwise, I wouldn't be telling stories everywhere to promote your reputation!"

Sun Baifa thought Lin Fan was being modest to take care of his feelings, so he educated him.

I can't explain this clearly. Fine, fine, Young Master Master Tianji it is.

"Old man, you're promoting my reputation—could it be that you want to divert the disaster?"

Since he had already accepted it calmly, Lin Fan began to joke with Sun Baifa.

"That's part of the reason. This old man is getting older, and my energy is fading. Having such a big name is no longer an honor but a burden. Bai Bai Xiaosheng's Weapon Ranking ranking me first is truly inviting disaster for me. It just so happens that Young Master Master Tianji has emerged, so I thought I should add more burden to the young man."

"Are there other reasons?"

"Another reason is my granddaughter, who doesn't live up to expectations. She hopes that I will spread your deeds throughout the five lakes and four seas, to make a name for you and make you famous in the Jianghu!"

As he spoke, Sun Baifa looked at his granddaughter again with the feeling of hating that iron wouldn't become steel, but found that Sun Xiaohong only had Lin Fan in her eyes and didn't even look at him.

"Old man, aren't you afraid that my name as Young Master Master Tianji has too much water in it, and I'll lose my life instead?"

"Young man, having a loud name is certainly honorable, but what comes with it is responsibility and consequences. Your name wasn't spread by me; without me, it would still spread throughout the entire Jianghu. The result would be the same. You must know that in the Jianghu, one is not one's own master. You are like this, I am like this, and everyone in this Jianghu is like this. No one can avoid it!"