The old man squinted his eyes at Chen Yan, but his expression was unreadable through those narrowed eyes. He shook his head and said, "Youth nowadays are easily startled. What’s so scary about an old man like ?"
As he spoke, he glanced at Chen Yan’s phone. "What were you looking at just now?"
"Dance art!" Chen Yan replied confidently.
"Very good, I also have quite a bit of research in dance art. How about we exchange so ideas?"
"..." Chen Yan hesitated for a mont and then tentatively asked, "Where’s your wife?"
"No wife." The old man thought for a mont and added two words, "Single."
Well, a senior version of a non-marriage advocate?
That works. I was just worried that showing you too much of this stuff would upset your wife or make her too happy.
Chen Yan is not a stingy person, so he reopened his phone. The old man simply hung the parrot cage on the nearby fitness equipnt rack and sat down next to Chen Yan proudly.
Monts later, Chen Yan realized this Old Deng was not a good guy!
Watching was one thing, but he actually took out his own phone and followed all the borderline accounts that Chen Yan was following.
Seriously, we’re both enthusiasts; you should at least share sothing in return.
"I haven’t followed anyone, and I just downloaded the Douyin app yesterday, haven’t used it before." The old man clearly understood what Chen Yan ant and actively opened his followers list—indeed.
"Not many people nowadays don’t use Douyin, sir."
"I just returned from abroad." The old man shook his head.
"There are also fans abroad." Chen Yan glanced at Old Deng.
"I don’t like watching foreign girls."
So... he’s still quite traditional in this regard?
Chen Yan rolled his eyes.
The old man glanced at Chen Yan and laughed, "Kid, watching isn’t free."
"Hmm?"
"Your complexion is ruddy and your blood is vigorous—but it’s too vigorous. It’s rare for a young man to be as healthy and vigorous as you.
As the saying goes, the full moon will wane, water full to the brim will spill. Your overly vigorous blood might not be good for you in the long run.
Co find later, I’ll prescribe you a formula. Get the herbs according to it and drink them for a while, guaranteeing your yin-yang will harmonize and your blood will balance."
Chen Yan asked curiously, "Sir, you studied dicine?"
"Sothing like that. Haven’t practiced dicine for many years." Old Deng waved his hand.
Yet Chen Yan grew interested.
This Old Deng... seems to have so knowledge.
He knows his own condition best; indeed, as Old Deng said, his body has overly vigorous blood—an issue of excessive nourishnt of Primordial Qi.
He doesn’t know how to balance it with dicine and can only use the simplest thod to burn off the excess energy through exercise.
But the old man saw through his problem at a glance... maybe there’s so rit?
While pondering, a voice was heard from afar.
"Grandpa!"
Turning to look, a girl ca running from the distance at the central square’s entrance.
Chen Yan...!!!
Judging by his personality, he looked once, then twice.
Then he broke his principle without hesitation and looked a third ti!
Let’s put it this way: if you see a girl running in a duangduangduang manner—your principles would beco flexible too.
The girl’s looks were actually average, her features were rely above average, and she seed to have a high nose bridge and deep eye sockets, giving a slight mixed-blood look but probably not much. She was just wearing tight fitness clothes, looking rather fierce.
Chen Yan glanced at Old Deng... I’ve decided to beco friends with this elderly.
"Grandpa, we’re waiting for you to co back for breakfast, and you’re running around again." The girl ran up, took a breath, and grabbed Old Deng’s arm. "The doctor said you can’t miss your dication ti. The dicine must be taken after als, so you have to eat on ti too."
"Bah, those doctors know nothing. An old man like can treat himself. With this body, I can borrow another five hundred years from heaven!"
"..." The girl glared at him.
Wait... Chen Yan was confused.
Didn’t you say you don’t have a wife and you’re single?
Where did "grandpa" co from?
"Sir, is she?"
"My granddaughter, my own granddaughter." Old Deng glared at Chen Yan.
"But you..."
"Not being married doesn’t an I can’t have kids." Old Deng replied righteously.
Well...
The girl gave Chen Yan a friendly yet awkward smile, then urged Old Deng to head back quickly.
Old Deng stood up, and Chen Yan instinctively stood up too—since his happy companion left, staying alone had no interest anymore.
He followed Old Deng for dozens of ters before Old Deng turned back and frowned at him.
"Kid, why are you following ?"
What are you saying? Of course, I’m going ho—besides, didn’t you say earlier you’d prescribe a formula so I should co find you? You didn’t even say where you live, were you just making a promise you don’t intend to keep?
Chen Yan looked at Old Deng unhurriedly. "Is it possible my ho is in this direction too?"
"Makes sense." Surprisingly, Old Deng nodded seriously: "Head to your ho, don’t follow ... Don’t get any ideas about my granddaughter."
Hmm, he probably noticed my gaze at his granddaughter earlier... Chen Yan sighed and pointed at the gate near the corner: "That’s my ho."
The old man raised his eyebrows, said nothing, and left with his granddaughter—the girl, on the other hand, seed nice enough to turn back and gave Chen Yan an apologetic smile.
Chen Yan stood at his gate without imdiately entering but squinted, watching Old Deng lead his granddaughter into the house next door.
So, it’s the neighbor who moved in yesterday... Chen Yan nodded and turned to enter his ho.
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Back ho, Chen Yan didn’t ntion anything to Gu Qingyi.
Neither encountering Old Deng, sitting together watching the borderline accounts for a long ti...
Nor Old Deng having a granddaughter who ran ’duangduangduang’...
Both matters seed unsuitable topics between a good son and his consort mother.
But at noon, surprisingly, the girl from next door ca over.
She brought a handwritten formula, written beautifully with calligraphy, the writing was neat and elegant, and the penmanship was impressive.
The girl handed the formula at Chen Yan’s door and apologized slightly, "I won’t co in and disturb you. My grandpa... well, my grandpa has a peculiar personality, please don’t mind."
Chen Yan looked up and saw in the distance, at the second-floor window of the villa next door, Old Deng standing there, staring over.
"Alright, thank your grandpa for ."
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The old man stood at the window, watching his granddaughter walk back, he finally sighed in relief.
But he squinted again, scrutinizing Chen Yan’s yard.
"Spirit Gathering Array... it’s well done, but the materials are a bit shady.
The turtle that I left in the back mountain ran to his house. It’s a pity, I missed the chance with that turtle back then, it’s probably turned into a Demon Core now... Anyway, since it went to his house, it must belong to him."
The old man shook his head.
Returning to his study, the old man carefully closed the door.
In the study, there was a round blessing jar with so water, likely ant for nurturing a water lotus or sothing, but in the winter, the water was clear.
The old man sat at the desk, flicked his finger, and a brush on the table flew up, landing in the water.
Then, a piece of white paper on the desk slowly unrolled, the brush erged from the jar, floated over, hovering above the paper, slowly writing four characters.
Though the brush only dipped in clear water, the writing on the paper had a faint golden hue.
"Awakening of the Demon Fiend?"
The old man swiped his sleeve: "Always causing trouble for , fearing I would take offerings without doing work."
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