Chapter 7, The Graveyard

Indeed, in many tales of the martial world, a solitary youth in a secluded garden encounters a mysterious wanderer, learns astonishing skills, while those around him remain completely unaware; such occurrences are quite common

However, not everyone in this world is a fool, and you are not my daughter-in-law. I also do not enjoy climbing walls every day. Fei Jie had a rather unpleasant expression as he looked at the young boy in front of him, so since there is an identity available, it is better to use this identity to teach you.

Originally, I thought this sentence could scare the child into crying, but Fei Jie immediately realized that the child in front of him was not an ordinary person, and that this tactic would likely be ineffective.

Wu Zhu led Fei Jie out, but just before leaving, Fan Xian heard a cold remark from Wu Zhu: "When will you explain why you know who I am"

Danzhou City began to awaken from its slumber, yet there were no signs of the unremarkable small grocery store opening its doors

In the study, Fan Xian was charmingly and obediently giving Mr. Fei a back massage, having disturbed him with a dull pillow last night; it was time to quickly appease him.

The sky has begun to brighten slightly, and in the distance, the faint sounds of roosters crowing and servants boiling water can be heard

Fan Xian chuckled as he climbed onto his lap and settled down: "Teacher, you know my father from m.hetushu.com, right? What kind of person is he?"

Fei Jie chuckled, a strange glimmer flashing in his hazel eyes: "I only know how to... use poison, so I am here to teach you how to kill with poison and how not to be poisoned by others"

Seeing that the other party knew Uncle Wuzhu, Fan Xian understood that this matter was not for him to intervene in, so he feigned ignorance and sat down on the bed

Fei Jie felt a wave of conflicting emotions wash over him. He knew full well that the little rascal in front of him was full of malice, yet he continued to play the innocent. A sense of helplessness welled up within him. After pondering the question posed by the other party, he finally replied: "The Count is a friend of my superior, so he asked me to come and teach you. From now on, you may call me teacher."

As expected, Fan Xian's eyes were filled with excitement, and his long eyelashes fluttered, indicating his keen interest: "What are we waiting for? Should I go catch a few rabbits to use as test subjects? If rabbits won't do, then how about frogs?"

Although he knew that the other party was blind, Fei Jie always felt that behind that black cloth were two piercing eyes capable of killing, staring at him. He smiled and said, "If you have any objections, Sir Wu, I can return to Kyoto immediately. I believe you will respect your opinion"

Although it is known that Young Master Fan Xian is quite different from ordinary boys, when Fei Jie saw that Fan Xian was able to adapt to the eerie atmosphere of the graveyard in such a short time, stabilizing his mind so quickly, and beginning to dissect the corpses in the graveyard according to the relevant content he had learned over the past month, Fei Jie was quite startled himself

"The strange part is yet to come; his true energy cultivation method was not taught by me." Wuzhu looked at this poison that was about to become the teacher of the young master and said lightly, "I appreciate your hard work."

Fan Xian looked at Teacher Fei Jie with a pained expression, listening to him speak

Fei Jie touched the wound on his head that was faintly throbbing, always feeling that this sentence seemed to carry some ominous omen, and he left with a bitter smile

There is no need to search anymore; the young lady destroyed that box before her passing" said Wu Zhu expressionlessly

In a dimly lit room in the store, Wu Zhu coldly looked at Fei Jie and asked, "What does 'lame' mean?"

Teacher, what are you planning to teach me

Although Fei Jie can be regarded as a great figure of his generation in certain respects, the thought of the rumored cold-blooded and ruthless blind youth before him inevitably caused him some unease. He replied, "Young master will eventually grow up, and the library will inevitably face those matters in the capital in the future. It is better to prepare early, so that there will be more chances of success later on"

Fei Jie nodded slightly, turned to leave, and suddenly frowned, saying: "I always feel that the young master is somewhat strange. Lord Wu, he is only four years old, yet you allow him to practice such a domineering qi cultivation method. Are you not afraid of something going wrong?"

He finds Fei Jie very perplexing because: "Isn't it true that his father has always ignored him, the illegitimate child? Why would he specifically send a teacher? If it were someone to teach him academics, that would be one thing, but why would he send such an old pervert to teach me?"

"Teacher, this cannot be blamed on the students," he said in a childish voice, feeling quite disgusted inside. "You took a knife; the students are young, so they acted impulsively."

Wuzhu shook his head: "I think the lame person asked you to come; it shouldn't be that simple"

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Several months later

This scene is very terrifying and frightening, and Fan Xian feels that his second life is still miserable

The young ladies had long spread the word about this matter, all expressing their curiosity about how a man who looked like a ruffian with a bandaged head could possibly qualify to be the tutor of their beloved young master

This time it was an excuse for a trip, having requested a few days off from the old lady of the Earl's residence, to take Fan Xian to the graveyard to dig up a corpse, for the purpose of studying and illustrating human anatomy.

Fei Jialong stood outside the cemetery with his hands clasped, watching the young master squatting in the grave pit, his brows twitching slightly.

After he left, the blind man Wuzhu entered a secret room in the grocery store, staring blankly at a dusty box in the corner. His eyes were still covered with a piece of black cloth, but it was evident that he was deep in thought.

In the chaotic graveyard about a dozen miles from Danzhou Port, the pale eastern sky, bathed in the faint morning light, casts an eerie glow over the darkened burial ground, making this land appear even more haunted.

Fei Jiexin thought to himself how he could pry open the door without a knife, as he only intended to sneak a look at what this legendary illegitimate child looked like. Who would have thought that the child, being so young, was actually playing insomnia in the middle of the night instead of sleeping.

In the grave pit, there was a stench, and a clean, handsome little boy wearing a large mask was using his small hands to pull out a mass of intestines that were stuck together from a half-decayed corpse.

Not bad. Fei Jiexin thought that only this fellow in front of him would dare to call the director "Lame". He bent slightly and replied, "The lord has not been able to find the box left by the young lady and is very worried that it might be discovered by those with ulterior motives, so he wishes to ask Lord Wu for guidance."

During the day, while looking at the pictures in the book, a strange gentleman arrived at the Earl's residence. After presenting his visiting card, he was granted a personal audience with the old lady. Unbeknownst to anyone, he gained the old lady's trust and began serving as the second tutor for the young master of the Fan family

Thus, such misunderstandings are inevitable. It is just that there is still some pain in the back of my head. What a pity; in the future, I must find a way to recover this debt.

Only after the adults had clarified everything did Fan Xian use his small arms to remove the bed sheet from Teacher Fei Jie, then he hid behind Wu Zhu, chuckling foolishly, playing the role of a simpleton

Wuzhu raised his head and glanced at him.

Unfortunately, today I revealed a little of my abilities, and both of these formidable individuals are aware that the mind of this four-year-old child is quite extraordinary

He has always been a professional dealing with these corpses, but he has never seen a four-year-old boy who can face a corpse so calmly

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Fei Jie turned around foolishly, thinking to himself, is this little fellow really only four years old

Fan Xian's heart skipped a beat, and he truly did not know how to explain it. Four years ago, when he traveled a thousand miles to Dan Prefecture with Uncle Wu Zhu, he was still an infant only a few months old. He thought and thought again, but could not find a good excuse, only blaming the fact that he had been terrified by that strange old man, Fei Jie.

I thought the teacher would come quietly to teach me