Red Heart Survey

  Chapter 40 He is not worthy

   "Interesting." Jiang Wang smiled.

  "Are you going?" Ling He asked.

   "Why don't you go?" Jiang Wang turned to An An and said, "Brother, how about taking you to eat and drink?"

   Jiang An’an nodded her head very seriously.

  Ling He then tidied up his clothes and took the sword with his hand.

   "Hey!" Jiang Wang stopped him: "You don't need to follow, nor are you going to fight."

   In response to Ling He’s eyes, Jiang Wang added: “Don’t worry, Fang’s family is not that stupid.”

  Ling He thought for a while, and found it reasonable, then put the sword on again and sat down cross-legged. For him, if there is nothing else, he can practice all day long.

  Cultivation has its own universe, and it is fun to practice.

  ...

  Walking on the way to Wangyue Tower, An An suddenly raised her head and asked, "Is the Fang family a bad person?"

   "Oh?" Jiang Wang looked at her with interest: "Why do you say that?"

   "I think even Linghe brother wants to beat them." Jiang Anan said.

   Jiang Wang laughed.

  Linghe's personality is really hard to show hostility to anyone.

   "Then we're not going to eat." Jiang Anan said again.

   "That's not good, you have to eat, but also to have a style and a level." Jiang Wang deliberately said: "Eating the bad guys poorly, we are doing good deeds, understand?"

   Jiang An'an bit his thumb and nodded thoughtfully.

"Snapped!"

   "No biting your fingers!"

  Wangjiang City has a Wangjiang Tower, which has a high layout and is famous far and near. The Wangyue Tower with similar names in Fenglin City pales in comparison.

  This building is not high, only three floors. But it is named Mochizuki, which inevitably does not match the name and reality, which makes people laugh.

  The dishes in this building are rare and good. Therefore, business has always been prosperous in this Fenglin City.

  Jiang Wang walked into Wangyue Tower holding Jiang An'an, and was directly led into the private room by the servants of Fang's family.

  A middle-aged man with a calm temperament and an elegant face stood up to greet him: "A good nephew!"

   His eyes fell on An An, and his smile became more cordial: "This is Lingmei? How cute."

   Jiang Wang had met Fang Zehou. As early as when he and Fang Pengju were close, Fang Zehou invited them to dinner more than once. At that time, Fang Zehou showed great care and high hopes for his nephew. After Fang Pengju's death, no one in the Fang family was willing to bury him because of his disgraceful death.

  His nephew, Jiang Wang, was unwilling to be, and greeted: "Hello, Chief Fang."

   "Not yet, not yet." Fang Zehou smiled, and then he beckoned, took a string of gold beads from the servant, and handed it to Jiang An'an: "When we meet for the first time, uncle will give you a gift!"

   Jiang An'an turned away and buried her small face in Jiang Wang's arms. In her small brain, she had long identified this as a bad person, and she would not even speak to him.

   Jiang Wang put Jiang An’s place in front of the table and sat down, and said: “Little girl admits her birth, don’t be surprised. Forget the gift, you might as well just say, what’s the matter for inviting me to meet this time?”

  Fang Zehou donated a member of the staff, and he has an official position. This voice is not obtrusive.

  "Not busy, not busy." Fang Zehou did not see the slightest embarrassment on his face, waved his hand to let his servants put away the string of golden beads, and then said: "Try the signature dish here, lotus leaf chicken."

   Jiang Anan had made up his mind to eat the bad guys, and was ready to start at the moment, but Jiang Wang held it down. Jiang Wang stretched out his chopsticks and tasted every dish on the table one by one. After a while, he picked a few dishes and put them in front of An An.

   "Brother tried it for you. These dishes taste the best."

   Jiang Anan wanted to complain, but the aroma of the lotus leaf chicken went straight into his nose. There was no time to complain now, and he stretched out his hand and tore a chicken leg and gnawed it.

  Fang Zehou always smiled cordially, as if he hadn’t noticed Jiang Wang’s guard at all.

   "The relationship between brother and sister is really good." He admired.

   "Make do with it." Jiang Wang casually said in a perfunctory sentence.

  Jiang An'an glared at him, but couldn't keep his mouth busy, and bite another bite of chicken wings bitterly.

  Jiang Wang didn’t care, and then asked: "I don’t know if the staff is looking for me this time, it’s..."

  Fang Zehou suddenly sighed, and his face became heavy: "For Pengju, our Fang family owes you an apology."

  When it comes to Fang Pengju, Jiang Wang has to be serious. No matter what happened, Fang Pengju was already dead, so he dispelled his grievances. He didn't want to, and there was no need to chase Fang Pengju's spiritual position after death.

   "It's all over." Jiang Wang said.

   "Although my nephew said this, my family can't help but express it." Fang Zehou Yu pushed a small box over the table: "Here is pure gold hundred liang, Quan apologizes."

   "He was responsible for Fang Pengju's affairs." Jiang Wang was not in the mood to practice Tai Chi anymore. He didn't even look at the box of gold. "If you have anything to say, please."

  Fang Zehou nodded, "Pengju was once our Fang family’s hope, and the future is limitless. He was killed by you in a death battle. Although it is self-blame, our family has not troubled you for it, right?"

   "Yes." This is a fact, and Jiang Wang does not need to deny it.

   "Now, my uncle has something to ask of you."

   Jiang Wang looked at him and motioned for him to continue.

Fang Ze said kindly: "After the death of Pengju, the next generation of young people in our Fang family, only Heling can be considered worthy. I can only clean up the grief and put all the care for Pengju on Heling. He is also very competitive, he cultivates very hard, his cultivation level even surpasses you. But..."

   Jiang Wang raised his eyebrows, knowing that the meat of the show was coming.

"Before I fought with you, he was defeated in his confidence and his whole body collapsed. He locked himself in the room and spent the whole day drinking to worry about him. In the long run, I am worried that he... will become a useless person." Speaking of which, even though It was an old fox like Fang Zehou, and his voice was trembling.

  That is his only son after all.

   "So what?" Jiang Wang asked.

"This is a bit hard to say." Fang Ze said kindly: "But my uncle still brazenly hopes that you can go to He Ling to admit a mistake, saying that you used in the duel...Used shameless means to help him regain his confidence. "

   Jiang Wang almost wanted to laugh, "How can I recognize things that I haven't done?"

  "Don’t recognize it for nothing, don’t recognize it for nothing!" Fang Zehou repeatedly said: "After the thing is done, in addition to this box of red gold, I have 100 taels of red gold to send! You just pretended to lower your head once..."

Jiang Wang tapped the box of gold with his fingers, and he did laugh: "The Fang family was also a cultivator. I remember Father Fang is an eighth-rank Zhoutian cultivator? What do these so-called gold and silver have for practitioners? Does it make sense?"

  Finger pressed on the small box and gently pushed it back.

  Fang Zehou immediately took out a small brocade box from his arms, opened it carefully, and placed it in front of Jiang Wang.

The Dao Yuan fluctuation in the brocade box attracted Jiang Wang's attention almost instantly.

  "This is a Dao Yuan stone. For practitioners, I think it is meaningful." Fang Zehou behaved very sincerely, "As long as you lower your head, it is yours."

  This Dao Yuan Stone is of course meaningful! Compared with ordinary gold and silver jewelry, Dao Yuan Stone is the hard currency of practitioners, which can not only assist the practice, but also can be used to supplement the consumption at any time. Moreover, the Dao Yuan stone in front of him has not been used before, and its weight is full, containing a hundred Dao Yuan stones.

  For Jiang Wang, as long as he absorbed this Dao Yuanshi, he would almost immediately reach the foundation stone!

  He finally knew why Fang Heling could lay the foundation so quickly, and even close to completing the small week cycle.

  However, Jiang Wang just closed the box lightly, "Perhaps as you said, my bow is worthless."

  He also pushed the brocade box back, "But Fang Heling is not good enough for him."

  It is him who has been provoked, and it is him who is forced to fight. Where is the reason for him to apologize? Lost, collapsed, who is to blame? Is it natural that the weak are just natural, and are you justified if you are weak?

  Dao Yuanshi is very important, but reason is more important.

  "Not for yourself, but also for your sister." Fang Zehou said slowly: "She is still studying in the private school, right?"

  At this time, Jiang An’an was still bowing left and right, ate his head and ate, his mouth was greasy. I don't know what the adults are talking about.

   Jiang Wang's gaze tightened suddenly, and for the first time he had such a clear and unreserved killing intent.

  Fang Zehou reluctantly looked at him directly, but he had an urge to jump out of the window and escape. Only then did he realize that the boy in front of him was completely different from his son, and was definitely not a fragile seedling raised in a greenhouse. It is a young beast who has experienced wind and rain, struggling to survive!

   "Hahahaha." Jiang Wang suddenly laughed a few times, got up and picked up Jiang An'an: "Stop eating, let's go home."

  No matter what he thinks in his heart, he will not fight fiercely with others in front of Jiang An'an, and will not put Jiang An in danger.

  "Woo...Woo..." Jiang Anan swallowed the meat in his mouth with difficulty. He was already on Jiang Wang, but his eyes were still fixed on the dishes on the table.

   "Count me...please!" Fang Zehou said behind him.

  But Jiang Wang had already opened the door with his sister, and did not stop.

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