As for Wan Zhimei's matter, Fang Che didn't have any other feelings at all, let alone guilt.

Again, that is the sign of Yixinjiao.

If Wan Zhimei hadn't been taught by Yi Xin, she wouldn't have been able to understand it. If she couldn't understand it, she wouldn't have died.

Since she understood it, went there, and ate it, she would definitely die.

Originally, Fang Che planned to keep her as a line and slowly lead it out, maybe he could catch a big fish.

But Fang Che is now focused on cultivation and has no patience to play tricks with her that are slowly exposed.

Anyway, I am the most important line.

After practicing in the afternoon, Fang Che took a rest. After recovering, he used spiritual power to cleanse his whole body, which was equivalent to taking a bath.

Although it wasn't as refreshing as a real bath, he couldn't care less about anything else.

He went out immediately, bought two jars of wine and some dishes, then returned to the martial arts academy and went straight to the classics room.

Every time I went there before, I saw the old man holding a book and reading, no matter how obscure the book was, after all, I can only read books in this life.

Fang Che estimated that the old man had read all the books in the classics room.

The absolute most knowledgeable person in Baiyun Martial Arts Academy.

Now if I don't understand something, I naturally have to ask the old man to explain it.

Fang Che felt that Wei Zihao's matter could not be delayed any longer. The black energy was about to show up. He had to find someone who understood and asked.

If you ask for something from someone, naturally you cannot go empty-handed.

…

Classics room.

The old man squinted as he watched Fang Che arrive carrying two jars of wine and several dishes.

The cloudy eyes flashed a bright color.

I have been guarding this classics room for two hundred years. At the beginning, my colleagues from Paoze came here every now and then. At that time, I even advised them not to come.

Make this place as lively as a vegetable market.

Later, as time slowly passed, people came less and less.

Later, as they died in battle or were transferred, the number of old faces became fewer and fewer.

Fewer and fewer people come to my place.

Nowadays, except for a few people who occasionally come over to have a drink with me, basically no one cares about it.

The brothers back then were getting higher and higher in cultivation and were getting busier and busier.

"If I could turn back time and do it all over again, would I burn all my cultivation to do the same thing?"

The old man asked himself this question countless times.

Every time it was a firm answer: yes!

Although sometimes I feel uncomfortable, frustrated, and resentful.

But, I will still do that.

Just like...the brothers and robes who have supported me all the way and sacrificed their lives without hesitation to protect me.

"The teacher is so laid-back."

Fang Che had already walked through the door and put down the wine with a smile.

"Why are you here?"

The old man's careless eyes glanced at Fang Che's face, and he sat still.

"I miss you, so come and sit down and have a meal." Fang Che chuckled: "No one is cooking at home today."

The old man snorted: "You kid, you are better than a monkey when it comes to sticking on your hair. As long as you come here, there must be something, so tell it. After you finish speaking, get out!"

"Eat first, drink first."

Fang Che skillfully took out the vegetables wrapped in oil paper.

There are ten in total.

Then he went to the kitchen to get two large bowls, opened the mud seal on the iron blood table, and suddenly a smell of wine rushed out.

“So rich!”

The old man looked at the ten dishes, feeling a little puzzled and feeling warm in his heart.

Some dishes are relatively uncommon, and they are all high-level ones that can strengthen the body and nourish the body; they are suitable for nourishing people like me who have damaged roots.

Have a heart.

"Teacher, please." Fang Che picked up the wine jar with both hands, bent down, put the mouth of the wine jar next to the bowl, and carefully poured the wine into the bowl, filling it with water.

He picked it up with both hands and bowed before placing it in front of the old man.

"You are quite polite." The old man said with emotion.

"must!"

The old man picked up the wine bowl, took a sip, and then put it down again.

Fang Che is full again.

Then he sat down in his own place.

The old man picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of the food, and then Fang Che followed suit.

Starting from pouring the wine, all etiquette is strict.

While eating the food, the old man asked, "There must be something wrong with you."
Chapter completed!