Under One Person: Feng Shui Master, I Will Protect the Mountains and Rivers with My Own Body

"Tales of Extraordinary People: The Eldest Daughter of the Zhuge Family Falls in Love with a 'Rogue' 5-------- 'You Predicted It Accurately, Yet You Still Want to Hit Me?'"

"A light rain began to fall. Taking advantage of the man's inattention, the thugs who had been beaten up secretly made phone calls and summoned thirty or forty more people. Accompanied by a barrage of classic Chinese curses, the man made his escape again."

Note: The anecdotes about extraordinary individuals do not follow the normal timeline of the main story!

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To be honest, Yan Sen's feelings toward Lu Jin, this old man who was famous in the world of supernatural beings, were actually quite complicated.

If he had to describe this person in one word, it would probably be "keep at a distance."

It's like finding a gold brick on the street. You'd be happy, of course, but if the gold brick has the words "Honesty in returning lost property will be punished" engraved on it, that would be a real headache.

Based solely on that brief encounter at the company years ago, coupled with the true and false rumors circulating in the underworld, Yan Sen sketched a portrait of this Mr. Lu in his mind.

If Yan Sen were a powerless, insignificant nobody suffering unfair treatment, he would definitely cling to Master Lu's coattails without hesitation.

Because as long as the fundamental interests and bottom line of the Lu family are not touched, this old man who adheres to the principle of "no imperfection in his life" can help you settle things without even frowning for the sake of "justice" in his heart.

But precisely because of this, he is really not suitable to be the kind of true friend you can trust with your back, or even do some petty theft with.

"A life without flaws."

These four words are too heavy, as heavy as a chastity archway, making it hard to breathe.

When you're with him, you have to be on your guard at all times, for fear that if you say something that's not "positive enough," he'll label you as "malicious" in his mind.

You talk to him about friendship, he talks to you about principles; you talk to him about flexibility, he talks to you about rules.

Such a person, to put it nicely, is selfless and admirable.

To put it bluntly, he's not very human. Spending too much time with him can easily make you feel cold and irritated by his righteousness.

However, to be fair, dealing with Lu Jin has one advantage—it saves you a lot of trouble.

You don't need to worry about him stabbing you in the back, nor do you need to guard against him setting traps for you.

Because if such a person wants to scheme against you, he will do so openly, making his plans crystal clear, telling you: "Kid, I'm going to mess with you, so get ready."

Thinking of this, Yan Sen suddenly felt a slight soreness in his back molars.

If I remember correctly, when we met briefly at the company years ago, this Mr. Lu seemed to have given me two walnuts for collecting and playing with. Before leaving, he specifically told me, "Come visit my home when you have time after this matter is settled."

What was my reply back then?

Oh right, I said, "I'll definitely be in your way then; please prepare some tea and snacks."

Listen to how readily he agreed, pounding his chest with a resounding thud.

And what happened? They completely forgot about it, and that was it for several years.

"Tsk..." Yan Sen rubbed his temples, silently praying in his heart.

"I hope that important figures like him, so busy with work every day, would forget everything they say, like a fart... or rather, like fleeting clouds, long ago?"

……

At this time, the sun had not yet risen to its zenith, but the atmosphere in the martial arts training ground on the back mountain was peaceful.

"Stay steady! Your lower body should be like tree roots, firmly planted in the soil, but your upper body should be relaxed, like a willow branch in the wind!"

Liang Youyi was dressed in a training uniform, his movements were fluid and graceful, and his footwork was unpredictable.

He teaches the Swimming Dragon Bagua Palm, which emphasizes agile movements and mental focus.

"The intention lies in the spirit, not in the breath; focusing on the breath will cause stagnation! Girl, don't just think about how to mobilize the Qi within your body; first think about where you want to go, where you want to strike!"

Standing opposite him was Xiao Chenduo, whose moves were a little immature, but her earnestness was touching.

Her emerald green eyes were fixed on Liang Youyi's every move, her body like a sponge, greedily absorbing the essence of this boxing style.

Although he was just a beginner, thanks to the extraordinary physical qualities and sensitivity to Qi of the Gu-body Saint Child, he was gradually able to keep up with Liang Youyi's rhythm and was fighting quite well.

"Grand Tutor, isn't that a bit unfair of you?"

Yan Sen sat lazily cross-legged on the stone steps by the field, one hand supporting his chin, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth. He watched Liang Youyi darting and weaving in the field and couldn't help but turn to tease the old Taoist priest beside him.

"Yesterday you were so confident that you would personally train this girl, so why did you become a hands-off manager after the morning lessons today? So your 'personally' just meant watching from the sidelines?"

Zhang Zhiwei sat cross-legged on a futon, holding a purple clay teapot in his hand, taking sips from time to time. His leisurely demeanor contrasted sharply with Liang Youyi, who was diligently teaching in the middle of the room.

Hearing Yan Sen's complaints, the old master didn't even lift his eyelids, but just snorted softly.

"You little monkey, what do you know?"

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at him sideways, his tone laced with a self-righteous arrogance: "I'm over a hundred years old this year, the age of seventy, and my health is declining year by year. I don't even have a thoughtful great-grandson to help me nourish my body with Qi, so can't I even rest?"

Yan Sen: "..."

Listen to this, is this even human language?

Is your health deteriorating year by year?

With your physique, as hard as reinforced concrete, even if ten of me attacked you together, you would slap us into the ground and we wouldn't be able to pry us out.

If this body is kept too warm and healthy, how can anyone else live?

Besides, who are you referring to?

So, you're jealous because I'm treating Grandpa Tian's health?

"Grand Tutor, you're really jealous. I can smell the sourness from two miles away," Yan Sen muttered under his breath.

"What did you say?" Zhang Zhiwei's ears twitched slightly.

"No! I said you have great foresight!" Yan Sen immediately put on a fawning smile. "Besides, with Master Yi's Swimming Dragon Bagua Palm, which he has truly inherited from you, teaching her the basics is more than enough. There's no need for you to personally teach her. Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut?"

Zhang Zhiwei nodded in satisfaction, took a sip of tea, and said, "You little rascal, you know how to talk."

Just as the grandfather and grandson were bickering, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the courtyard.

"Ta-da..."

The footsteps were hurried, indicating that the person was running.

"Yo, Uncle-Master Jiyun, have you eaten?"

Yan Sen turned around and saw a thin young Taoist priest wearing sunglasses running in, panting heavily.

The newcomer was none other than Ji Yun, a third-generation disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion. At his age, he was considered quite capable.

"Eat...eat, eat."

Ji Yun first nodded to Yan Sen as a greeting, then rushed to Zhang Zhiwei in a few steps, looking anxious and forgetting to even bow.

"Master! Something terrible has happened! Old Master Lu... Old Master Lu has arrived!"

"So what if we're here? What's the rush?" Zhang Zhiwei calmly blew on his tea leaves. "It's not like he's here for the first time. Are you worried he'll eat you alive?"

"No, Master!" Ji Yun wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a bitter face, "This old man didn't even have anyone announce his arrival, he just barged in, and he's been looking for you everywhere! Look at this..."

Before Ji Yun could finish speaking, a loud and clear voice, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, resounded outside the courtyard wall.

"Old Celestial Master! I've come to see you! Old Celestial Master!?"

"Zhang Zhiwei! You damned old Taoist priest! Say something! Where are you?!"

The sound was extremely penetrating, causing the leaves to rustle.

Judging from the sound, who would guess that the owner of the voice is an elderly man over 100 years old? His vitality is even stronger than that of a 20-year-old young man.

Everyone in the courtyard was taken aback.

Liang Youyi stopped what he was doing, and Chen Duo also stopped curiously, blinking her big eyes as she looked towards the door.

Zhang Zhiwei paused slightly in his hand holding the purple clay teapot.

He sighed, shook his head helplessly, and a look on his face said, "This old guy is still so unreliable."

"That old Lu... he's so old, yet he's still so unreliable."

Zhang Zhiwei slowly put down the teapot and stood up.

next second.

"boom--!!!"

An immense, suffocating surge of energy erupted from this aged body without warning!

This energy wasn't the kind of aggressive killing intent, but rather a pure, profound, and overwhelming pressure, like the blazing sun. It was like a mountain that instantly rose from the ground, soaring straight into the sky!

The air in the courtyard seemed to freeze for a moment.

The birds in the trees were startled and flew about in a flurry, while the dust on the ground spread outwards in a ring.

Ji Yun, who was closest, felt his knees buckle and his legs tremble; he almost knelt down before the advisor.

Even Chen Duo, who was practicing her boxing, was startled by this sudden aura. Her face turned pale, and she subconsciously shrank back.

"Grand Tutor! What are you doing?!"

Only Yan Sen reacted the fastest.

A faint earthy-yellow light instantly shone from his body. He took a step forward and stood in front of Chen Duo, relieving her of most of the pressure.

Yan Sen glared at Zhang Zhiwei, annoyed, and complained, "You said Old Master Lu was unreliable! You're not much better yourself! Look, you've scared our Duo'er! Showing off your abundant Qi, huh?"

Zhang Zhiwei: "..."

The golden light emanating from the old Celestial Master paused slightly, and his domineering aura instantly diminished by half.

He glanced somewhat awkwardly at Chen Duo, who was hiding behind Yan Sen, and his face flushed.

I was so busy arguing with Old Lu from afar that I forgot there was a little girl in the yard...

"Cough cough..." Zhang Zhiwei coughed twice tactically, concealing his breathing, and reverted to being the unremarkable old Taoist priest. "Unexpected, unexpected. I was just... stretching my muscles a little."

Just then.

"Clang!"

The courtyard gate was pushed open.

An elderly person and two children appeared at the doorway.

The elderly man at the head of the group was dressed in a suit and tie. His hair and beard were all white but neatly combed. Although his face was full of wrinkles, his back was straighter than that of a young man, and he exuded an aura of integrity and uprightness.

He was one of the Ten Elders, a man of impeccable character – Lu Jin.

Behind him were two children, a boy and a girl.

The male one was slightly older, and looked about the same age as Yan Sen, with short, black hair and bright, lively eyes;

The girl was young, around seven or eight years old, with long pink hair tied in pigtails, and a mysterious blush on the sides of her face, making her look delicate and cute.

"You, Zhang Zhiwei! Trying to provoke me, huh? What are you trying to do?!"

As soon as Lu Jin entered the room, she pointed at Zhang Zhiwei's nose and started cursing, her spittle almost hitting the old master's face.

"I brought my junior here out of kindness, and you give me this attitude? If that last scare had seriously injured my Linglong, I'd tear this whole place down, you believe me?!"

Zhang Zhiwei wasn't angry. He narrowed his eyes and gave a mischievous smile: "What do you mean by 'showing off'? I'm just welcoming you, it's all very grand. Besides, how could someone as junior as you, Lao Lu, be intimidated by such a small scene?"

"Stop flattering me!" Lu Jin cursed angrily.

The pink-haired girl behind him, Lu Linglong, was curiously peeking out and looking at the people in the courtyard.

When her gaze fell on Yan Sen, her eyes lit up slightly; he was such a unique young man.

After Lu Jin finished scolding Zhang Zhiwei, she seemed to feel much better.

He turned his head, his gaze sweeping around the courtyard before finally settling precisely on Yan Sen, who was about to sneak away with Chen Duo.

Yan Sen's steps froze in mid-air.

Lu Jin's eyes, which had been blazing with fury, suddenly narrowed when she saw Yan Sen, and a chilling smirk curled at the corner of her lips.

"Yo..."

Lu Jin's voice suddenly became sarcastic and drawn out.

"Isn't this our very busy Master Yan?"

With his hands behind his back, Lu Jin slowly walked up to Yan Sen, looking him up and down as if he were a monkey trying to run away from a debt.

"You're here too, sir? Quite the airs!"

Lu Jin snorted coldly, reached out and patted Yan Sen's shoulder twice, making half of Yan Sen's body go numb.

"You've completely forgotten what you promised me back then, haven't you?!"

Yan Sen turned around, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace, and looked awkwardly at the seemingly amused Master Lu.

"Grandpa Lu... Grandpa Lu, what are you saying... How could I forget? I was just... I was on my way to visit you, but I got lost and ended up at Longhu Mountain..."

"Lost?" Lu Jin raised an eyebrow. "Lost all the way from Yanjing to Jiangxi? That's quite a distance you've gotten lost across!"

Yan Sen: "..."

It's all over.

It seems that what the old man said back then was true...

This is no joke!