The Miao Boy Who Journeyed Through the Pages and Became Everyone's Beloved

Chapter 45: There are too many people who like him

Chapter 45

Dean Wang has seen what Jian Yi has been like in the past few years. She also knows why Jian Yi chose to teach in Qianjiang Wuzhai. Shen

Yan and Xie Jinling are from Qianjiang Wuzhai.

Jian Yi couldn't have done it because of Shen Yan, so it must have been because of Xie Jinling.

Dean Wang still remembers that in the last semester of Jian Yi's senior year, two days after school started, he came to her anxiously to ask about Xie Jinling.

She also knows Jian Yi's personality. He

is usually cold and taciturn, and does things calmly and methodically. He never has any expression on his face, and rarely loses his composure.

But at that time, the panic on his face as if he had missed something really made Dean Wang remember it vividly.

She didn't know much about Xiao Jin. Later, she asked Yaqi and found out that Xiao Jin had returned to his hometown in Miaojiang.

At that time, she was quite confused as to why Jian Yi wanted to know the whereabouts of Xie Jinling so much. Not long after, she accidentally saw Jian Yi looking at a photo on his phone.

The background of the photo was at the seaside, and the protagonist in the photo was a teenager wearing Miaojiang costumes.

Although Jian Yi quickly turned off the screen of his phone when she saw it, she still recognized the teenager in the photo through the very unique Miaojiang costumes. It was Xiao Jin from Shen Yan's family.

It was also at that time that she saw a little clue from Jian Yi's eyes, which had not yet been completely concealed. If she was not mistaken, Jian Yi's eyes at that time did not look like the eyes of looking at a friend, but more like... looking at someone he liked.

She was shocked at the time and thought that she was thinking too much.

Later, she thought about it carefully and found that all this seemed not impossible.

Jian Yi and Xie Jinling were high school classmates.

Although Xiao Jin only studied for one semester, the two were deskmates after all. Xie Jinling was also the person who got along with Jian Yi the most in the class.

Dean Wang had no doubt about Xie Jinling's charm. This child was born with a beautiful and attractive face, and was very good at pleasing people and observing people's words and expressions. It was hard not to like her.

In addition, the specialness of Xiao Jin was something that Jian Yi did not have. It is said that the more a person lacks something, the more likely he is to be attracted to people who have the characteristics he lacks.

This statement was unexpectedly appropriate for Jian Yi and Xie Jinling.

Once she thought about it this way, she found that it was not so unbelievable that Jian Yi would like Xiao Jin.

Thinking of this, Dean Wang sighed lightly and said with concern: "Since you have already gone to Miaojiang, I won't say much else. Remember to take care of yourself."

Hearing the concern in Dean Wang's words, Jian Yi's cold face softened a little, and he replied: "You too."

After hanging up the phone, Jian Yi stood up, walked to the window and opened the curtains.

The moon tonight is a very beautiful crescent moon, and the moonlight is very bright.

The homestay he stayed in had three floors. At this moment, he looked forward from the window. The height of the third floor was enough for him to see a group of stilt houses with lights on.

Behind the stilt houses were towering peaks, and lush trees could be seen faintly on the tall mountains. The whole environment was very quiet, and he could smell a very elegant fragrance in the air.

The scenery here was very beautiful.

Jian Yi was not lying about this.

The map navigation showed that Lianggouyan Qiantan Village was about a hundred kilometers away from Qianjiang Wuzhai. When he thought that it was Xie Jinling's hometown, Jian Yi had a faint sense of expectation in his heart.

When he came out of the police station after recording his confession three years ago, he became curious about the place where Xie Jinling had lived since childhood. He wanted to see what the Miao village where Xie Jinling lived was like.

In two days, or if it was fast, he would be able to reach the village tomorrow.

Qianjiang Wuzhai...

Jian Yi silently repeated the name of the village in his heart.

The silvery moonlight fell on his face, dyeing his cold eyebrows with a layer of fine halo.

............

Qianjiang Wushangling Village.

Early in the morning, at seven o'clock on time, Xie Jinling entered the guest room with a bowl of five-color glutinous rice.

He first put the glutinous rice on the dining table, and then went to knock on the door of the room where Lin Ye lived.

Xie Jinling originally thought that he would have to knock at least two or three times before the door would open.

As a result, after just one knock, the door of the room was opened by Lin Ye.

Lin Ye was wearing a pair of black trousers and a dark gray hooded sweatshirt on his upper body. It looked like he had been up for a while. But Xie Jinling noticed that Lin Ye looked a little exhausted and decadent, with a little lazy sleepiness between his eyebrows.

"Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Lin Ye shook his head, and then quickly nodded.

Xie Jinling guessed: "Are you familiar with your bed?"

"No." The idea of ​​being familiar with your bed does not exist for him at all.

"Why is that?"

Lin Ye said, "I slept well in the first half of the night, but in the second half, I was bitten by some kind of mosquito. It was so itchy that I couldn't sleep at all." Logically, he had put down the mosquito net, so he shouldn't have been bitten by mosquitoes.

Xie Jinling frowned slightly: "Where did you get bitten? Let me see."

"Neck." Lin Ye lifted his chin up to make it easier for Xie Jinling to see the area below his jaw, near his Adam's apple: "It's here."

Xie Jinling looked over and saw a red and swollen mass about half the size of a fingernail next to Lin Ye's Adam's apple.

Xie Jinling observed carefully for a few seconds, and soon concluded based on the swelling and the actual environment: "It should be bitten by an aphid lion."

"Aphid lion?" Lin Ye asked, "The kind of spindle-shaped lacewings? Generally, they prey on aphids between leaves?"

"Yes, do you still feel itchy now?"

Although the aphid lion looks ugly and is very fierce in preying on aphids, it is not toxic to humans. If you don't scratch it, the swelling will disappear soon.

"It doesn't itch now, but I feel that the bite is still a little hot." Before Lin Ye came, he was prepared to encounter various mosquito and insect poisons here. Now that he learned that it was bitten by an aphid lion, he didn't feel much surprise.

Xie Jinling said, "Then wait until you eat glutinous rice, and I will get you some anti-swollen and itchy plasters. Apply it and it will heal in a short time." Although it doesn't matter if you don't apply it, the swelling will disappear faster if there is medicine.

"Plaster?" Lin Ye thought of something and chuckled with interest: "I thought you guys here use crushed herbs and then apply them directly to the swelling."

"The method you mentioned is what the old ladies in the village would do. It's a bit too troublesome for me." It's more convenient to use a plaster directly.

"Come and eat the glutinous rice first." Xie Jinling motioned Lin Ye to sit over and have breakfast first, "The glutinous rice will not taste good if it gets cold."

"Is it the five-color glutinous rice that is very famous here?" Lin Ye said as he walked over.

When he saw the glutinous rice on the table, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes: "It really has five colors."

The five colors were arranged in layers in a very regular manner, from top to bottom, they were yellow, red, white, green, and black. The colors of each layer were very distinct.

"This five-color glutinous rice is an auspicious dish here, used to entertain guests." Xie Jinling sat down opposite Lin Ye.

Lin Ye looked at the glutinous rice, then looked at Xie Jinling: "I know the white and black colors are made of white glutinous rice and black glutinous rice, how are the other three colors made?"

Xie Jinling simply said: "Yellow is daylily juice, red is red sweat vegetable juice, and green is spinach juice." He held his chin with one hand and looked at Lin Ye opposite: "Eat it first and try it to see how it tastes."

Lin Ye hummed and then picked up a chopstick. After chewing it in his mouth, he nodded and said, "It's delicious." After that, he paused slightly and asked Xie Jinling with some expectation: "Did you make it?" Xie Jinling

: "No."

He didn't have the skills to make such a delicate five-color glutinous rice.

As for Lin Ye, Lin Ye instantly felt that the five-color glutinous rice didn't taste as sweet as before: "You just watch me eat?"

Xie Jinling said: "I've already eaten before I came."

Perhaps because he didn't want Xie Jinling to wait too long, Lin Ye sped up his eating.

Not long after, he ate all the glutinous rice.

Xie Jinling stood up: "Let's go, follow me to get the plaster."

Lin Ye's eyes lit up: "To your house?"

Xie Jinling nodded.

............

The stilt house where Xie Jinling lived was only a few minutes away from here.

Lin Ye walked with Xie Jinling, and in these few minutes, he fully witnessed how outrageous Xie Jinling's popularity was here.

Every Miao family member who passed by, whether old or young, male or female, would greet him enthusiastically after seeing Xie Jinling. Several people were asking Xie Jinling if he had eaten and whether he wanted to go to their house for breakfast.

Lin Ye could feel that these people were not saying polite words.

Although some of them spoke the local Miao dialect, he could not understand what they meant.

But Lin Ye could feel from their expressions and tones that they liked Xie Jinling. That kind of liking came from the heart, without any politeness, and they really wanted to invite Xie Jinling to their home for breakfast.

The road they were walking on was not an oil road, nor was it the common cement road in the city, but a dirt road paved with small gravel. It was

about two meters wide.

Lin Ye stepped on this gravel dirt road, smelled the fresh air in the mountains, and listened to the sound of the silver ornaments and bells on Xie Jinling's wrists when she walked. His heart seemed to be filled with a warm current.

A strange sense of satisfaction was beating in his chest, softening the sharpness between his eyebrows.

At this time, two little boys, about ten years old, ran towards Xie Jinling and Lin Ye playfully, and almost ran into them head-on.

The taller boy raised his hand first to greet Xie Jinling, "Hey! Brother Xiaojin, good morning." He spoke Mandarin with a slightly awkward accent, but his soft and sticky voice was very pleasing.

"Xiangzi, you called me wrong. The old man said that we should call him Teacher Xiaojin." The other shorter boy corrected him in a serious manner.

"I didn't call him wrong, you were wrong. The old man said that we should call him Teacher Xiaojin only during class, and we are not in class now." The tall boy pouted his lips and argued for himself.

"But the old man also said that we..."

"............"

After saying this, probably because they felt that Mandarin was not fluent and tongue-twisting, the two boys began to speak the Miao dialect of Shangling Village.

Lin Ye only saw the two boys' mouths moving quickly, but he couldn't understand any of the words they uttered.

If it was just a regular local dialect, he could at least understand a little, but this kind of Miao dialect, he really couldn't understand it at all.

However, although he didn't know what the two little boys said later, he still understood the conversation in Mandarin and dialect.

"Teacher Xiaojin?" Lin Ye looked at Xie Jinling with some surprise: "Are you responsible for teaching them?"

Although he heard about the teaching from Xie Jinling and Sang Linyang's conversation last night, he only knew that Shangling Village was in short supply of teachers, and he didn't know the other more specific situations.

"I guess so, but I can only be considered a half-baked one. It's mainly Mr. Li who teaches the children in the village."

Xie Jinling roughly explained the situation in Shangling.

After listening, Lin Ye thought about it: "So according to the Miao calendar in your village, today is Monday?"

Xie Jinling nodded slightly.

Today is Monday, and tomorrow is Tuesday.

So tomorrow afternoon, he needs to go to the school in the village.

A thought flashed in Lin Ye's eyes, and he looked at Xie Jinling beside him with interest: "Can I go to your class tomorrow?"

After all, he had seen Xie Jinling's sharp look when he beat people. He had also seen Xie Jinling dancing, that enchanting and bewitching look, but he had never seen Xie Jinling teaching.

He was really curious about what kind of state and type Xie Jinling would be in when teaching these children.

Would she be the kind of person who was gentle, patient, and persuasive at the podium, or the kind of person who was stern and serious, or the kind of person who was friendly and lively, and got along well with the children.

In just a few seconds, Lin Ye had already imagined three types.

Xie Jinling replied, "You can sit in."

Anyway, his class was not serious or tense, so even if Lin Ye sat in, it would not affect anything.

The two talked as they walked, and soon Xie Jinling brought Lin Ye home.

Lin Ye followed Xie Jinling into the house and looked around the interior of the stilt house on the third floor: "Your house is very big." After thinking of something, he asked: "Do you live alone?"

Lin Ye remembered that Xie Jinling had mentioned to him before that his parents died a long time ago and he was brought up by Shen Yan and an old lady in the clan who knew a lot about herbs.

"No."

"No?" Lin Ye said again: "Then do you live with the old lady who knows a lot about herbal medicine?"

"No." Xie Jinling replied casually: "She doesn't live here."

Lin Ye's eyes flashed: "Then who do you live with?"

Xie Jinling glanced at him, then walked towards the wooden cabinet where the plaster was placed, and replied: "With a woman in her forties, the one who brought you the wooden barrel and hot water last night."

When Lin Ye heard this, his originally nervous expression eased, "Are you in an employment relationship?"

Xie Jinling pursed his lips. He wanted to say that his mother was actually half a family member to him, but thinking that some things were more troublesome to explain, he nodded and said: "You can understand it this way." Lin A Niang has no father or mother, no husband or children. She lives in his house and is mainly responsible for his daily meals.

Lin Ye glanced around: "Then she is not at home now?"

"At this time, she should be on her way to Xialing." Lin A Niang likes to play long cards. She goes to the small teahouse in Xialing every Monday. Xie Jinling chuckled: "By the way, her Chinese name is also Lin, the same as yours." After saying

this, Xie Jinling took out the plaster from the cabinet and handed it to Lin Ye: "Just squeeze it out and apply it with your hands."

Lin Ye lowered his head and glanced at the plaster in Xie Jinling's hand, but didn't take it. He said: "I can't see the bite." The implication is that it is not convenient for him to apply it himself, and Xie Jinling is needed.

Hearing this, Xie Jinling narrowed her peach blossom eyes slightly, and her amber pupils stared at Lin Ye deeply.

Facing Xie Jinling's scrutiny, Lin Ye only blinked his eyelashes lightly, and said calmly: "I am your little friend, you can't possibly not help with this little help?"

Xie Jinling raised her eyebrows and replied: "Okay."

Lin Ye raised the corners of his mouth and took the initiative to lift his chin up.

Seeing this, Xie Jinling took another step forward. After squeezing the plaster on his fingertips, he supported Lin Ye's chin with his fingertips, and put his other hand on Lin Ye's skin, and began to gently apply the plaster on Lin Ye's swelling with the fingertips.

The white plaster was a bit sticky, and it gave Lin Ye a cool feeling when applied to the skin.

After the ointment was spread and emulsified, the contact between Xie Jinling's fingertips and Lin Ye's skin became clearer. The delicate, slightly cool touch and the rubbing brought out a vague sense of trembling, and the slightly itchy numbness made Lin Ye subconsciously roll his Adam's apple. Obviously

, he asked Xie Jinling to help apply it at the beginning, but now Lin Ye regretted it a little.

Noticing the changes in Lin Ye's body, Xie Jinling raised his eyes and glanced at him. After applying it, he deliberately touched Lin Ye's sliding Adam's apple with his fingertips with a bit of playfulness.

At this moment, Lin Ye's breathing suddenly quickened. After Xie Jinling took her hand back, he lowered his head and said, "You did it on purpose."

Xie Jinling chuckled and admitted frankly, "Well, I did do it on purpose."

When he said this, there was a very light teasing in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. The slightly upturned tail of his eyes, set off by the delicate teardrop mole, revealed the faint seductive feeling again.

Lin Ye looked at her and leaned over to Xie Jinling.

He stopped at a distance of about the size of a fist from Xie Jinling's face, staring into Xie Jinling's eyes with a fiery and focused gaze.

Looking at himself reflected in Xie Jinling's amber pupils, Lin Ye's lips moved slightly, and he slowly said, "Xie Jinling, are you also..."

"Xiao Jin!" Before Lin Ye could finish the last few words, he was interrupted by a male voice.

This is the second time!

It's this Sang Linyang again.

Lin Ye closed his eyes, took a deep breath, restrained the obscurity in his eyes, and calmed the irritability in his mind.

After Sang Linyang came in, he looked at the way Lin Ye approached Xie Jinling. Seeing that their faces were very close, Lin Ye's nose tip would touch Xie Jinling's nose tip if he moved forward. He frowned, and that feeling of anxiety emerged again.

Why did this person come to the village?

He would definitely not be wrong. The way Lin Ye looked at Xiao Jin was the way he looked at someone he liked.

Lin Ye stood up straight and looked at Sang Linyang with cold eyes. There was a hint of coldness in his dark pupils: "You really know how to pick the time."

Sang Linyang heard the obscurity and coldness in Lin Ye's tone. After suppressing the stuffy feeling in his chest, he replied indifferently: "It's just that I agreed with Xiao Jin last night."

His tone sounded calm, but if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that the depths of his eyes are showing the same coldness as Lin Ye.

After saying this, he did not look at Lin Ye again, but turned his gaze back to Xie Jinling: "Xiao Jin, what do you think about the matter of taking those graduate students that I told you about last night?"

"Okay." Xie Jinling walked to the table and sat down, pouring himself a glass of warm water, "Just tell the clan leader later."

"Okay." Sang Linyang nodded, with a light smile on the corner of his lips.

The next second, he walked to the right side of Xie Jinling very naturally, sat down, and said to Xie Jinling with a smile: "If you need me to do anything at that time, just ask."

Lin Ye heard this and sighed. Before Xie Jinling opened his mouth to reply, he walked to the left of Xie Jinling and sat down. Looking at Sang Linyang who was sitting opposite him, he said slowly, "I am so old, I don't need you to be with him."

Sang Linyang smiled, "You just came to our Shangling Village yesterday, you don't know anything."

Lin Ye raised his eyelids, "If I don't understand something, Lingling will tell me."

"Lingling?" Hearing this overly intimate name, Sang Linyang's body paused, and a hint of coldness flashed across the depths of his eyes, so fast that people couldn't catch it.

"Any questions?" Lin Ye also smiled, his lips slightly raised, and there was a kind of unruly casualness between his eyebrows.

Sang Linyang didn't say anything, and subconsciously looked at Xie Jinling.

Xie Jinling, on the other hand, glanced at Lin Ye.

Lin Ye blinked his eyelashes lightly and called out to Xie Jinling again, "Lingling." This time, his voice was lower than before, and there was a vague sense of ambiguity in his tone.

Xie Jinling did not refuse this name, but just said to Lin Ye: "You are a little corny."

Lin Ye knew that Xie Jinling tacitly agreed to this repetitive name, and he chuckled and said: "Lingling sounds so intimate." The most important thing is that this name is different from the Xiaojin that others call.

Sang Linyang tightened his hands hanging by his side.

Sure enough, when he first saw Lin Ye, he had no good feelings for this person, and not without reason.

Compared with Sang Linyang's depression at the moment.

Lin Ye's mood can be said to have turned from cloudy to sunny. He glanced at Sang Linyang sitting opposite, and then leisurely poured himself a glass of water and drank it sip by sip.

Sang Linyang half-squinted his eyes and closed his lips coldly.

Sitting around the same table, Xie Jinling was not unaware of the undercurrent of mutual hostility between Lin Ye and Sang Lin, and he also guessed that it was related to himself.

He knew very well that Lin Ye liked him, and the other party did not intend to hide it at all, especially after arriving in their village, Lin Ye sent him this signal whenever he had the chance.

而桑林。

虽然他们小的时候，桑林在看到他穿女装之后，有说过想娶他当媳妇的话，但是那更多的只是儿时的戏言。

谢槿苓把他揍了一顿后，也没当真。

直到三年前，他回到上岭寨，从桑林某些时候所表现出来的行为里，谢槿苓隐隐察觉到了桑林对他的感情，并不只是从小一起长大的玩伴的那种单纯关系。

不过桑林一直表现的很隐晦，也没有对他流露出什么过分浓烈的情绪。再加上他也只是隐隐察觉，并不能完全确定，所以也就没有在这种模糊不明的事情多理会。

直到昨天林野来了寨子里之后，桑林的某些表现才让谢槿苓彻底确定了，他对自己的感情，确实是已经超过了普通的朋友关系。

Although the other party did not convey his feelings to him.

But Xie Jinling was thinking at this moment, maybe he should find a time to speak directly to Sang Lin, after all, some things should be made clear.

While Xie Jinling was thinking, a long and sharp chirping sound suddenly sounded outside the stilt house.

Lin Ye looked out the window: "This voice..."

Sang Linyang stood up: "It's Xiaodong, it should be Aji who asked it to send me a message." He quickly walked out the door.

Lin Ye tilted his head to look at Xie Jinling: "Xiaodong?" If he heard it correctly, the sound was like the cry of an eagle.

Use an eagle to send a message?

Seeing Lin Ye's doubts, Xie Jinling said: "You will know if you go out and take a look."

After Lin Ye followed Xie Jinling out of the stilt house, he found that it was a very agile goshawk with gray feathers, sharp claws and a sharp beak.

The eyes of this goshawk are very bright, and the gray-black pupils are full of spirituality. At this moment, it lowered its gray wings in front of Sang Lin and spit out a small scroll that looked like a letter paper from its mouth.

Sang Linyang caught the wooden scroll, "Thank you, Xiaodong."

The goshawk named Xiaodong flapped its wings lightly, as a response to Sang Linyang.

Lin Ye said, "This eagle is very beautiful." Of course, if its owner was not Sang Linyang, it would be even more perfect.

Xie Jinling looked at the goshawk and said slowly, "It is very beautiful, and it is also very smart." When it was young, he was very smart when he fed it, and it was comparable to Da Goudan.

"It seems to be staring at you."

Lin Ye found that the goshawk had been staring at Xie Jinling, and its gray-black eyes were turning, as if expressing some kind of request.

Xie Jinling hummed and waved to the goshawk.

The next second, the goshawk flapped its wings happily, quickly flew to Xie Jinling's shoulder, and then skillfully rubbed Xie Jinling's head with its head.

Looking at the goshawk that seemed to be acting like a spoiled child to Xie Jinling, Lin Ye was slightly stunned for a moment, "Isn't this hawk raised by Sang Linyang?" Why did he see that the goshawk was obviously much closer to Xie Jinling.

Compared with Sang Linyang, Xie Jinling was more like the owner of this goshawk.

Xie Jinling reached out and gently touched the top of the goshawk's head, and simply explained: "I fed it for three months after it was born."

Sang Linyang walked to Xie Jinling and took over Xie Jinling's words: "Later, Xiao Jin handed it over to me to feed."

Lin Ye asked him: "How many years have you raised it?"

"Four years."

"Four years is not as close as three months of closeness. This hawk is really spiritual."

"You..."

"Read what's written in the letter first." Xie Jinling interrupted Sang Linyang.

Sang Linyang looked at Lin Ye unwillingly, and then opened the roll barrel in his hand and took out the rolled-up letter paper inside.

The letter paper only had a few lines of words, and the content was very simple.

It was said that the college student who came to teach in the village had arrived more than a day earlier than expected, and would arrive at Qianjiang Wuxialing Village around noon today.

Let Sang Linyang go with Xie Jinling, and it would be best if they set off for Xialing Village as soon as possible after receiving the letter.

In this way, when they arrive at Xialing, the time will be just right.

Sang Linyang said to Xie Jinling, "My Aji should have received the notice from Uncle Sui in Xialing."

He asked Xie Jinling for his opinion, "Xiao Jin, are we going now?"

"Right now." Xie Jinling estimated the time. If they started walking towards Xialing at this point, they would indeed arrive at noon.

Thinking of this, Xie Jinling patted the goshawk's head.

The goshawk made a low hum, then flew off his shoulder, circled above his head for a few times, and left obediently.

Lin Ye looked at Xie Jinling: "I want to go too."

Sang Linyang frowned, and just when he was about to say that this was their village's business, Xie Jinling had already agreed: "Okay."

Sang Linyang: "..."

Lin Ye's lips curled slightly: "Then let's go, Lingling."

............

Near noon, in the stilt house for guests in Qianjiang Wuxialing Village.

Jian Yi, who had just put down his luggage, sat down at the square wooden table on all sides at the invitation of Chief Sui.

Chief Sui looked at this college student sitting upright, and felt that everything about him was pleasing to the eye. Not only was he very good-looking, but his refreshing and clean temperament was also very good.

This person with knowledge gives people a different feeling.

Patriarch Sui sighed in his heart, and became more and more satisfied the more he looked at it, "Xiao Jian, come and try the tea I brewed."

He picked up the teapot and poured the pre-brewed tea into the cup: "This tea is brewed with our mountain spring water. I guarantee that when you drink it, you will find it several times better than the tea sold outside."

Jian Yi took the tea handed over by Patriarch Sui and thanked him.

"By the way, Xiao Jian, you just came here, you probably don't know that our Qianjiang Wuzhai is actually divided into Shangling and Xialing." While the Sui clan leader was talking, he began to observe Jian Yi's face: "Although we are short of teachers in Xialing, Shangling is more short of..."

At this point, the Sui clan leader sighed: "Shangling currently has only one teacher, and he is an old gentleman who is already over 70 years old."

He looked at Jian Yi sitting opposite him, and saw that the other party was listening to him seriously. He hesitated for a few seconds and still spoke: "Actually, I told you this because I was thinking about whether you can go to Qianjiang Wu Shangling to teach."

"Qianjiang Wu Shangling?" Jian Yi was a little surprised. Before coming here, he really didn't know that Qianjiang Wuzhai was divided into Shangling and Xialing.

"Shangling Village is not shown on the map navigation you use, and few outsiders know about this village. It is still a few hours away from our Xialing Village. You have to cross a mountain in front. Shangling Village..."

Before the Sui clan leader finished speaking, several footsteps were heard outside the stilt house.

Patriarch Sui glanced at the wall clock and guessed that it might be Xiao Jin and Xiao Yang from Shangling who had arrived. He immediately stood up, his eyes passing over Jian Yi who was sitting with his back to the door, and looked towards the direction of the door.

When he saw Xie Jinling walking in front, Patriarch Sui immediately smiled and waved, saying, "Xiao Jin, you are here! The time is just right, come in, come in."

Xiao Jin?

Hearing this familiar yet unfamiliar name, Jian Yi's hand holding the cup suddenly paused.

The next second, an extremely pleasant voice sounded behind him—

"Uncle Sui, good afternoon."