Returning From The Xianxia World

"Buddy, you got up too early!" - Laughingly said Lin Zhentian as he went down the stairs and saw Xiao Fang sitting on the sofa in the living room drinking tea.

"Yes!" - Xiao Fang laughed.

Last night, he absorbed all the spiritual energy from jade in one fell swoop. And now he just felt that he was incredibly full of spiritual power. And if before he had to sleep, now he doesn't need it at all.

"Old Ling, you're not bad here, but the bed is too soft, the old monk is really not used to sleeping like that. Can't you make it harder?" - The scrawny old monk was twisting it down the stairs.

Lin Zhentian looked at the poor old monk and rolled his eyes.

Well, who doesn't like to sleep on a soft bed? And it turns out there are also people who are more comfortable sleeping in a hard bed than in a soft one.

And the most annoying thing is that when you visit a stranger, you still keep showing your master what is uncomfortable here. It's true that when you hear that, anyone will freak out.

If you don't take into account the fact that this old grumble is familiar, you really want to crack it.

And while they were talking, Jang Feijian finished brushing his teeth and went downstairs.

"By the way, buddy, your ID and registration are ready!" - Lin Zhentian walked into his office, got his propiska, and on his way back, handed it to Xiao Fan and said, "You came late last night, so I didn't talk about them, but now I'm giving it to you!"

"Thank you very much, my friend Lin" - with a smile Xiao Fan took the doc.u.ments.

"But the passport for the trip to the U.S. is still in process, and those drugs are also missing a few flavors. We just have to wait a couple of days, and those two questions will be solved too!" - said Lin Zhentian.

"It's okay, I can wait. Thank you so much for worrying about everything, my friend Lin" thanked Xiao Fan.

"Come on, come on, let's eat!" - called Zhentian Lin.

The skinny monk sat down at the table and first pulled out a small silver flask with a drink from behind his sinus, gladly drank a sip of the Taipei divine drink, and only then took up his sticks.

"О? Old man, what's that drink you got? Why is it so fragrant? Let me try it!"

Only a scrawny old monk opened the flask as the strong scent spread across the room. Lin Zhentian felt it and his nose immediately twitched, his eyes glistened, he stared at the poor monk and insistently asked to try.

"You can't, I haven't got enough, I haven't got enough!" - said the scrawny old monk, in a second, like lightning, hid the flask deep behind his sinus and then stared into nowhere.

"Well, you old grumble, will you or will you not?"

Lin Zhentian really couldn't help himself: only he could smell the scent of alcohol gradually spreading, and his drool immediately leaked. Ah, seeing that the scrawny old monk, contrary to expectations did not agree to share, he stood up, came to him and with an evil face, staring at the poor old monk, decided to f.o.r.c.i.b.l.y take away the flask.

"Old Lin, I'll tell you, it's better not to raise your hand on me, aren't we partners, and don't blame me if you accidentally break your legs and arms!" - the scrawny old monk shouted, staring at the coming Lin Zhentian, who seemed serious about taking the flask by force.

"Well, try to let your hands go!" - Lin Zhentian spitting coldly, "Don't be shy, come on, be brave, start already!"

"You!" - suffocating with intense anger, the scrawny old monk said, "Is it because you saved me once? Always knew you'd threaten me with it!"

"You must be rewarded for the little mercy you've given me, especially for saving your life, right?" - Lin Zhentian laughed - "Of course, you can repay my kindness with evil against your conscience, don't worry, no one will say anything!"

"F.u.c.k you!" - an old monk got angry with despair, looking cheekily in Lin Zhentian's face.

"Lin, my friend, I made this alcohol, but it wasn't enough, so I couldn't get it for you. But don't worry, I'll give you a bottle in a couple of days so you can enjoy it!" - Xiao Fang said with a smile.

"You'll cook specially for your friend, that's just great!" - Joyfully said Lin Zhentian - "Then make sure you put the bottle away for me, your old friend Lin can't live without a drink."

"Absolutely!" - Xiao Fang said with a smile again.

"Beautiful, beautiful, old Ling, my master said everything You just wait a couple of days and everything will be ready. And then your good spirits will come right back!" - when he noticed the state of affairs, the poor old monk immediately began to suck up to Lin Zhentian.

"Your master?"

Lin Zhentian heard these words, and the smile on his face immediately disappeared. Then he first looked at the poor monk, looked at Xiao Fan again, and then his eyes filled with a strange color.

Indeed, since yesterday, when Xiao Fang came with this man, Lin Zhentian immediately felt that the relationship between Xiao Fang and the skinny old monk is quite strange. The unfortunate monk seems to treat Xiao Fang with respect, even too much respect. It turns out... the skinny old monk is just Xiao Fan's servant.

But it's really very strange!

Lin Zhentian finally realized what kind of man this poor old monk is. Even though he is annoying to people, this old loudspeaker has special skills that ordinary people do not have, he is an incredibly phenomenal and outstanding person.

Lin Zhentian still remembers how a miserable old monk appeared right in front of him, it was a really skillful appearance. That appearance made him worried, so that he couldn't recover for a long time.

But how could such a capable man go down to serve a young man?

No matter how much I think about it, I still can't find logic.

But now, without any doubt, he said the word "master", and does not deny the phrase at all. In other words, he realizes that he said the right thing. Does this skinny old monk really serve Xiao Fanu?

Lin Zhentian was just shocked by all this.

"Okay, old man Lin, there are some things you don't understand!" - said the skinny old monk when he saw Lin Zhentian's indifferent expression - "Even if I explain it, you won't understand!"

"Well, don't explain it!"

Ling Zhentian roared. He looked at Xiao Fan and saw that he didn't seem to have any plans to explain either. He just laughed without saying anything. So he had nothing to do but not ask anymore and return to his place.

"Okay, okay, I'll share a little!" - The skinny old monk took the glass, poured half a glass with all the pain in his face and reluctantly handed it over.

Lin Zhentian's eyes glistened, he grabbed the glass in a swing and threw his head back and drank it in a volley.

"Ah, good drink, good drink!" - with a loud sigh he admired Lin Zhentian, and his eyes began to shine even more immediately.

"Well, of course..." - the scrawny old monk said smugly, and before he could finish his sentence, he was immediately interrupted.

"Grandpa, grandpa!" - ran in a hurry and shouted Ling Hueru.

"What's wrong, Yueueue?" - abruptly stood up, said Lin Zhentiang.

"Grandpa, you haven't gone out for medicine in the last few days? Did you get your bear bile?" - excitedly asked Linh Yueue.

"Yes, I did!" - nodded back to Lin Zhentian - "But only one thing, that's..."

"It is, and it's good. I need that bear bile now, give it to me, I need it right away!" - interrupting Lin Zhentian, insistently said to Lin Huer.