Where is my home?

For an orphan like Wang Le who has been a child who has no father or mother since childhood and has a natural sense of security in his bones, there may never be a real answer.

Just when Wang Le was in a mess, a creaking sound rang out, and the door of the mansion opened from the inside, revealing a small gap. An old servant with a white hair tied with a wooden hairpin, wearing a half-old green silk robe and wrinkled face stuck his head out of the door.

When the old servant saw Ji Yang standing outside the door, he was delighted and quickly opened the door, then asked, "Master, didn't you say you would go out for a few days? Why are you back now?"

Ji Yang crossed the high threshold, and at the same time he did not forget to laugh and replied: "The plan cannot keep up with the changes."

When all three of them entered the mansion and the old servant closed the door again, Ji Yang began to introduce each other to the two people they had met for the first time.

The old servant was named Li Hongru. He was first an outer disciple of Nanhuaguan. Because of his limited talent, he still could not be promoted to an inner disciple for many years of cultivation. However, he did not want to leave Nanhuaguan, so he was taken into the mansion by Jiyang and became a servant.

After the introduction was completed, Li Hongru smiled and said to Wang Le: "When I went out a few days ago, I kept saying that the young master was going to come to Nanhua Temple from the secular world. The journey was dangerous and I was worried!"

After a pause, Li Hongru continued: "Young Master just came to Nanhuaguan, his eyes were dark. If you have any needs, tell me the old slave just by saying."

Wang Le smiled and nodded and said, "Uncle Li, I'm welcome, I'll be sorry for you when the time comes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Hongru, who was smiling, waved his hand and replied: "What's the trouble? These are the old slave's duties, so the young master doesn't need to be so polite,"

Just as Wang Le was about to speak, he saw Ji Yang stop him with a smile: "It's all my own people, so don't be polite, come and go politely."

Immediately, Ji Yang ordered Li Hongru: "Let me get some food in the kitchen. I and Xiaole have been traveling for a day, but have not eaten anything yet. Now they are empty!"

Li Hongru quickly responded and then stepped back.

Then Ji Yang led Wang Le through an empty field with bluestone slabs and flowers without flowers, plants and trees, and walked towards the main house located in the middle of the mansion.

Wang Le, who was following his grandfather Jiyang, looked around the environment and construction of the mansion. It was indeed much larger than Bai Yujing, the old Yang mansion that had been destroyed.

Simple but not luxurious, but simple but grand.

This is exactly the feeling that the entire mansion brings to Wang Le.

When the old and the young walked through the particularly empty venue under the moonlight and walked into the living room of the main house, which had been brightly lit, Wang Le couldn't help but look weird and asked: "Grandpa, why didn't he see anyone else in such a big place except Uncle Li?"

Ji Yang smiled and sat on the Grand Master's chair in the living room, and called Wang Le to sit down, then replied: "Grandpa is used to being purified, so there is only one chef and one servant in the mansion except Uncle Li."

Then Ji Yang said to Wang Le: "If you think there are fewer people, I will hire a few more servants from the outer door tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Le shook his head without hesitation and refused: "Forget it, my grandson, like you, is also a person who likes quietness."

Ji Yang nodded and didn't say much, after all, this is nothing worth mentioning.

Then Wang Le took the initiative to change the topic and asked: "Grandpa, grandson remembers that Li Mubai also seems to belong to an outer disciple."

Ji Yang replied: "Yes, Li Mubai still has talent in martial arts, but his mind is unstable. In addition, he suffered an accident and seriously ill when he was young, which ruined his foundation. So until now he is still in the innate realm of martial arts, he cannot be promoted to an inner disciple."

After a pause, Ji Yang changed his mind and continued: "But this kid's family has a deep relationship with the senior brother of the sect. When the opportunity comes, he will sooner or later become an inner disciple."

Wang Le was about to speak when suddenly his ears moved slightly, and then he looked out the door.

Ji Yang, who was sitting across the table, was stunned for a moment, and then looked out the door.

Within a few seconds, a thin old man wearing a gray cotton troupe, about the same age as Li Hongru, and his face was so ordinary that he couldn't remember it in a blink of an eye, appeared in his sight with tea and walked into the living room respectfully.

Obviously, this person is the only servant in the mansion.

When the old servant man put the tea from the wooden plate on the table, Wang Le glanced at the other party intentionally or unintentionally, and his heart suddenly jumped for no reason, and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes, and then he returned to nature.

After the silent old man left the living room respectfully, Ji Yang suddenly said, "He is born to be deaf."

"Uh!" Wang Le touched his nose, with a hint of relief on his face. He grew up in an orphanage since he was a child. Of course, this kind of natural disability knows more than others.

People like the old man who are born without hearing are often just mutes.

Wang Le even knew that people like this were often paranoid and weird, and their willpower was far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

After thinking about it, Wang Le picked up the teacup and drank a sip of hot tea, and then said half-jokingly: "Grandpa, although there are few people in your mansion, you are all masters!"

Ji Yang smiled and pointed at Wang Le and scolded: "You little sloppy, you can't hide anything from you."

Then Ji Yang changed his tone and shook his head and said, "Hongru is not a martial arts master, but if the grandfather, who served tea, had a great chance of winning, but if he fought life and death, he would be sure to lose."

"Uh!" Wang Le immediately raised his eyebrows and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, because his grandfather was a mid-level martial arts master.

Although Wang Le just felt that the old man with intuition was not simple, he didn't expect that he would be so powerful.

After thinking about it, Wang Le couldn't help but say speechlessly: "I always thought that there were no other martial arts masters except for your grandfather and your three brothers."

Speaking of this, Wang Le shook his head and sighed: "This thousand-year foundation is indeed not something that can be covered. Nanhua View is so hiding dragons and lying tigers! This way, my grandson feels much more at ease."

"Puff!" Ji Yang almost sprayed out the tea that he had just drunk. He glared at Wang Le and scolded: "Okay, you guys, it turns out that you have no confidence in Nanhuaguan!"

Wang Le: “…………”

Seeing that Wang Le had a dull look, he looked like he didn't hear it. He was angry and funny. He cursed helplessly and said, "I really don't understand how you kid practices? When the old deaf man came over to serve tea, you actually discovered it before me."
Chapter completed!