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"Sir, this is a letter from the provincial capital."

The butler respectfully handed a letter to Tan Wenjie.

"provincial capital?"

Time always slips away unnoticed, especially since he often spends several years in other worlds.

Nothing changed, no one changed, yet in the end, we found that the one who changed the most was ourselves.

Even the best memory can't hold onto those scattered, trivial details. Fortunately, time stood still, giving him enough time to deal with the problem.

He only realized after receiving the letter and checking the address that the sender was Cao Yun, and that the address had been forwarded multiple times.

Open the letter and read its contents.

After leaving Tanjia Town, Cao Yun lied to his father, saying that he had not seen any immortals, and covered up everything. The main purpose of this letter was to tell him that everything was fine and that he should not worry.

She also told Tan Wenjie that she believed everything her father had done was wrong, especially after the assassination attempt, and that she wanted to dedicate herself to the wider world and fight for the people.

Tan Wenjie picked up his pen and wrote a reply.

The other party's ambitions lie in serving the country and the world, which are different from his carefree and unconventional mindset. There is no need for either of them to sacrifice or take risks. If fate allows, we will meet again in the world of martial arts.

It is not right to hide away and steal immortality, nor is it wrong to sacrifice oneself to achieve one's ideals.

On the contrary, Tan Wenjie admired Cao Yun's earnest and hardworking attitude even more.

The butler waited until Tan Wenjie finished writing the letter before saying, "Master, it's Uncle Jiu's birthday. They sent a letter requesting your presence."

"I?"

He absolutely couldn't miss Gillian Chung's junior apprentice's birthday, especially since the news had already reached him; it was only right and proper for him to go.

Tan Wenjie thought for a moment and then instructed, "Remember to arrange for someone to notify Aunt Zhe to go over together."

It has to be lively!

Even if there's no excitement to join in, at least there should be something to watch, otherwise Uncle Nine's birthday would be too boring.

The wives in the family would get together to play mahjong. With four wives, plus their younger sisters and older sisters, they could make up two tables.

"I've lost all my money."

"Put it on me!"

"Mine is gone too."

"Put it all on me!"

Tan Wenjie came out of the room and raised his hand to wipe away the lipstick and rouge marks on his face.

This is a dangerous place, not to be entered lightly.

He just came back out of nostalgia, not because he's a womanizer, but tonight there's bound to be a fierce and chaotic battle.

The next day, Fei Bao drove the carriage for this trip.

Before setting off, Tan Wenjie prepared a gift in advance.

Fatty, who watched him pack gifts inside, was speechless.

"Master, do you have a grudge against Uncle Nine?"

"I have been friends with Gillian Chung for many years!"

"Then why..."

“You don’t understand.” Tan Wenjie patted the well-packaged gift box. “It has its own unique use.”

Renjia Town came into view in the blink of an eye.

With economic development, the already prosperous Renjia Town has become even more bustling, resembling a black bear lying on the horizon when viewed from a distance.

Just then, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai were strolling on the street.

His eyes lit up when he saw Tan Wenjie's carriage.

"Brother Jie, could you do me a favor?" Qiu Sheng jogged over, rubbing his hands like a fly, with a fawning smile on his face.

"You're too kind," Tan Wenjie shook his head. "I won't help."

“It’s like this,” Qiu Sheng said, forcing himself to speak. “My master’s birthday is coming up soon. We believe that every year he lives is one year less, so we must give him a birthday present to show our filial piety.”

Tan Wenjie suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at Qiu Sheng: "You mean you're going to borrow my money to celebrate your master's birthday, and then prove that you're filial?"

"Brother Jie, we're just short on cash right now. I promise I'll pay you back as soon as I have the money."

"There's no need to pay back the money."

"Brother Jie, you really care about us."

"I mean, I have no intention of lending you money."

Tan Wenjie snapped his fingers, and Fei Bao brought over the packaged gift box.

“Look, I can deliver it myself. There’s no need for you to use my flowers to present to Buddha. Let’s go, Fatty, let’s go to the Ren residence first.”

"Oh, yes."

Watching Tan Wenjie's departing figure, Qiu Sheng could only sigh helplessly.

"How was it?" Wencai asked, leaning closer.

“Brother Jie is unwilling to lend money; he has already prepared a gift for himself.”

"Who's talking?" The two turned around and found that there was another person next to them, Jiale.

“The gift he prepared must be the best. Why don’t we steal it and give it to Uncle Nine?” Qiu Sheng: “That… isn’t a good idea.”

I said no, but I was actually very tempted.

Based on his understanding of Tan Wenjie, given his lavish spending habits, the gifts he gave were definitely not cheap.

Jiale might really have been his brother in a past life; he can even think of things the same way.

"Master Tan wants to give the gift to Uncle Jiu. We're not stealing it; we're just delivering it to Uncle Jiu a little ahead of time. What's wrong with that?"

"That's right!"

They reached a consensus to use this opportunity to benefit others.

To their surprise, stealing the gifts was incredibly easy. Fatty was fast asleep, and he wasn't even awake when they took all the gifts.

"Should we open it and see what's inside?"

"What are you looking at? The gift is wrapped so beautifully, what if you tear it?"

……

"Sir, they have stolen the gift you carefully prepared."

Fei Bao went to Tan Wenjie to report the situation.

He slept so hard that his back ached, and he never expected it would be so difficult to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Tan Wenjie complained, "So slow?"

Fat Bao: "..."

Tan Wenjie said, "Okay, I've prepared a birthday present. Remember to give it to me when the time comes."

"understood."

Fei Bao turned and left, feeling sorry for Qiu Sheng, Wen Cai and the others. Every step they took was calculated by Master Tan, and they fell into his hands. Their deaths were not unjust.

Night fell in the blink of an eye, and the entire restaurant was booked out, all for Uncle Nine's birthday.

As a highly skilled Maoshan master who protects the region, Uncle Nine has achieved remarkable feats in recent years, with zombies, vampires, and bandits all falling victim to his blade.

Uncle Nine can also treat children's headaches, fevers, and delirium.

There are also matters related to coffin raising, encoffining, weddings and funerals, feng shui surveys, and so on. Almost no one can bypass it in terms of birth, aging, illness, and death.

Of course, there is another point that everyone says is unimportant but cannot ignore: Uncle Nine and Tan Wenjie are both disciples of Maoshan.

The atmosphere in the whole building was lively.

As soon as Tan Wenjie went upstairs, he saw a man who looked somewhat like Fei Bao.

Someone had already introduced him: "Master Tan, this is Hong, the comprador. He's been working for the army lately, and he's quite a big shot."

"Mr. Tan, I've heard so much about you."

Comprador Hong wore a shirt, a vest that concealed his round belly, and trousers. He walked with a brisk pace and spoke in a hearty voice.

"Mr. Tan, who is this...?"

Many people took the opportunity of Uncle Nine's birthday to greet Tan Wenjie and get to know him, but Uncle Nine, the real protagonist, was left aside.

Fortunately, these shrewd people knew what day it was and didn't swarm around Tan Wenjie like flies, thus saving Uncle Nine some face.

Comprador Hong turned around and took out a large cake covered with candles.

He was about to introduce, "This is..."

"Western mooncakes!" Uncle Nine answered quickly. "They're also called cakes! You can make a wish after you stick the candle in and blow it out."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at everyone with a smug look on his face.

Having known Tan Wenjie for so many years, he knew all about those Western things very well. He could even get a local identity in Xinxiang without any problems.

Comprador Hong widened his eyes and said, "Uncle Jiu is truly learned. Then please, Uncle Jiu, blow out the candles."

"Hey, that won't do!" Before Uncle Nine could speak, Wen Cai said from the side, "Wouldn't that be like blowing out the candle and pulling out the wax?"

Uncle Nine glared. People came with good intentions to help celebrate his birthday, and even if they said something unpleasant, he shouldn't point it out.

Wen Cai, who had finally managed to be clever, was glared at and immediately shut up.

"Hahaha," the comprador Hong said with a laugh, "Children speak without thinking."

The child's innocent remarks, combined with Wen Cai's face that's in his late thirties and approaching forty, are quite humorous.

"Pfft." The waiter serving the dishes couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Let's all sing the birthday song together.

"Then how do you sing it?"

Sing whatever sounds good.

After a busy period of time, the banquet finally arrived.

Qiu Sheng suddenly said, "Hey, wait a minute, Master has been so good to us and has taken care of us for so many years. He's like a father to us. Today is Master's birthday, and we disciples certainly can't come empty-handed."

"Uncle Jiu is so lucky."

"Yes, I'm so envious of having two such good apprentices."

Everyone praised him, and Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai looked delighted. Even Uncle Jiu smiled, feeling proud that his sensible disciple had given him a gift.

The gift box was handed over, and Tan Wenjie quietly shifted his position back, hiding at a safe distance. (End of Chapter)