Fang Qingyu certainly knows why the old man ran.
Last ti, he "smoothly" took away his treasure at the bottom of the chest.
Shun’s Dragon Craft.
The old man probably thinks he’s here to take advantage again.
Fang Qingyu wasn’t in a hurry, and continued to watch the float.
After a while, the float suddenly sank down!
With a flick of the wrist, the fishing rod bent into a beautiful arc in an instant.
A palm-sized river fish with silver glittering scales was pulled out of the water, struggling hard on the hook.
Fang Qingyu skillfully removed the fish and casually tossed it into a nearby plastic bucket filled with water.
The bucket already had three or four lively fish catches.
Only then did he put away the fishing rod, carrying the heavy plastic bucket in his hand, hoisted the fishing rod and walked towards the depths of the alley where Hong Qitian had disappeared.
At the end of the alley was that familiar red-lacquered door.
Fang Qingyu stood in front of the door, looking at it as if it separated two worlds.
He smiled helplessly, raised his hand and knocked gently three tis.
Knock, knock, knock.
The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet alley.
Inside the door, there was dead silence.
As if there were no people inside.
Fang Qingyu wasn’t annoyed and gently placed the bucket full of fish catches by the door.
Then, speaking to the tightly shut door, his voice wasn’t loud but clearly carried inside:
"Old man, don’t worry."
"I’m not here to ask for anything this ti."
Once the words were spoken.
It remained quiet inside the door.
But Fang Qingyu knew the old man could hear him.
Then, he paused and spoke softly.
"In the bucket are freshly caught fish, still alive and quite fresh."
"This ti, I’ve co to bring you so catches."
Fang Qingyu’s eyes fell on the door panel as if they could penetrate the heavy wood and see the old man behind it, blowing his beard and glaring.
"Thank you... for your care during this ti."
These words he spoke with particular seriousness.
After speaking.
Fang Qingyu didn’t linger.
He turned around, carrying the ordinary bamboo fishing rod, along the bluish stone-paved path from which he ca.
His figure quickly vanished into the dusk of Chang’an Ancient Street.
Squeak...
Just as Fang Qingyu’s figure completely disappeared at the alley corner.
The tightly closed red-lacquered door silently opened a crack.
Hong Qitian cautiously poked out half his body.
His gaze first landed on the slightly swaying plastic bucket by the door.
A few silver-scale river fish were flopping around inside, splashing tiny droplets.
Hong Qitian looked at the bucket of fish and then at the direction where Fang Qingyu disappeared.
On his weathered old face, the expression was extrely complex.
First, he sighed with relief, then tightened his brow, with a bit of "what is this kid up to" confusion.
Finally, the confusion slowly dissipated, transforming into a very subtle warmth...
He stared at the bucket of fish for a good few seconds.
Then bent down, picked up the bucket, and seed to mutter sothing under his breath.
Then quickly retreated inside the door.
Squeak...
The door closed again.
The depths of the alley returned to silence.
...
The reason Fang Qingyu specifically ca to deliver this bucket of fish.
Originated a few days ago.
Back then, the four mbers of the team were resting by the martial arts field in the Pocket World Blessed Land, discussing details of the Arctic Front’s Glazed Light City.
Chu Kuanglan suddenly seed to rember sothing, slapped his thigh, turned to Fang Qingyu who was wiping the Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash with curiosity and a hint of gossip:
"Hey! God Fang! Can I ask you sothing?"
Fang Qingyu looked up: "Hmm?"
"When did you hook up with our old, old, old hall master?" Chu Kuanglan made exaggerated expressions, raising his voice, "I’m talking about old man Hong! The one on Chang’an Ancient Street!"
"Old man Hong?" Fang Qingyu paused briefly, sowhat surprised.
"I’ve known him since I participated in the Martial Arts Apprentice competition; he helped back then. Why?"
He instinctively thought Chu Kuanglan was referring to the matter about Shun’s Dragon Craft possibly being leaked.
"Wow! You knew him since the Martial Arts Apprentice competition?!"
Chu Kuanglan’s eyes widened, his face showing a look of envy as if Fang Qingyu had struck it rich, his tone hinted at a little jealousy.
"Tsk, tsk... Old man Hong really cares for you! Cares for you endlessly!"
"Cares for ?" Fang Qingyu was truly dumbfounded now, placed down the cloth and knife, and turned to Chu Kuanglan, "What do you an?"
Chu Kuanglan moved closer, lowered his voice, with a bit of mystery and emotion:
"It’s only because we’re about to depart that my dad gave a hint."
He paused, seemingly organizing his words, then mimicked his father’s tone and expression, speaking in a blunt and gruff manner:
"Son, when you get to Glazed Light City, work hard with Captain Fang! Don’t ss around! Do you know why? Because old man Hong said early on! Just one sentence..."
Chu Kuanglan straightened up, mimicking an authoritative and undeniable tone:
"’Within the Federation, any force, any person who dares to entertain crooked thoughts about that kid, I’ll destroy their entire family!’"
After speaking, Chu Kuanglan returned to his usual carefree manner, scratching his head and laughing heartily:
"My dad said, just because of old man Hong’s words, the entire Federation Martial Arts Realm, from those well-established martial arts hall families to the newly erging troublemakers, anyone with a bit of brain won’t dare target you! Including us following you, benefiting as well! So before leaving, he repeatedly told to build a good relationship with you, hold onto the big leg tightly!"
Chu Kuanglan spoke with utter frankness, without a sense of "betraying" his own father.
Fang Qingyu listened, completely stunned.
Old man Hong... said such things early on?
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