Chapter 9: Ask Without Shame

In the year that followed, young Fan Xian began to follow Teacher Fei, who had come from Kyoto, to learn all about poisons, occasionally taking time to go out of the city, going over the mountains to look for those strychnine, Barbados nuts, and other plant-based poisons, and tasting all kinds of fungi, and getting countless stomach aches, so that if it weren’t for the presence of a Poison Family Patriarch by his side, he would have only long since gone to the hells.

Of course, in order to learn all this more deeply, under the leadership of Fei Jie’s teacher, this illegitimate son of Earl Sinan had already committed countless bloody cases, countless white rabbits with no long tails, and the heroic souls of toads scurrying around were thus buried under his slender and tender hands.

That year, Fan Xian was five years old.

Strangely enough, after Fei Jie came to Tanyu Port, Wu Zhu, who had been living in the grocery store, no longer seemed to be deliberately avoiding Fan Xian, or at least whenever Fan Xian snuck into the grocery store for a drink that a child wouldn’t have been able to drink, Wu Zhu would always help him make a few small dishes to eat.

Fan Xian sometimes wondered if Five Bamboo was his mother’s servant, so why did he actually even care about his own drinking?

Fan Xian knew that his mother must not be an ordinary person, and that was why she had a strong person like Five Bamboos, who was loyal and had terrifying strength, as her servant, but Fan Xian wasn’t sure if this blind master would always stay by his side and watch over him.

For some reason, without realizing it, Fan Xian had gradually become accustomed to the fact that Five Bamboo was guarding him from a place not far away, and to the fact that the black cloth over Five Bamboo’s eyes appeared from time to time in a certain corner, such as under the bamboo at the corner of an alley, or next to the tofu stall on the street, and so on.

In this year, Fan Xian’s body’s true qi was slowly but unusually stable progress, vaguely approaching a certain level, but that kind of overbearing true qi, which could be accumulated in his sleep, became a little less stable, making his emotions vaguely a little agitated.

He knew that there were many unknown dangers in this still unfamiliar world, or at least there must have been many problems in the Count Sinan’s residence in Kyoto that he didn’t quite understand.

And after he had just awakened, he had set a goal for himself: “Live well and rise up every day!”

Because of this “great” goal, in order to preserve his life so that he could carry out his three even greater “great” tasks in the future, he was very obsessed with cultivation.

Moreover, because he had suffered from myasthenia gravis in his previous life, he had never been able to move, so suddenly he could walk freely in his current life, which made Fan Xian treasure this ability even more, and he got up early in the morning every day to work out, climbing high and low, and his diligence had reached a level that even Fei Jie found horrifying.

It was just a pity that he couldn’t find a method of practicing spells at the moment. If one were to talk about diligence, he was definitely much more diligent than any small child, but he often consoled himself with the fact that as a twenty year old young man, of course he had to be more diligent than those little slugs in order to make it look like he was.

In fact, no one knows, he is not able to suffer, just ADHD, after lying down for more than ten years, even the laziest person will not want to lie down again.

At night, Mr. Fei Jie’s own house, the light of the oil lamp has not dissipated, he leaned against the table, his white hair seems to be more black than when he first came to Tanyu Port. At this moment he was carrying a goose quill, writing something on white letter paper.

There was a knock at the door, and without looking back, Fei Jie said softly, “Come in.”

Fan Xian pushed open the door, took a step across that high threshold, rubbed his little head, and came over with a hefty smile, “What is teacher writing?”

Fei Jie didn’t really avoid him, casually pushing the letter paper aside and turning around to ask in a harmonious voice, “What’s the matter?”

After spending a year with Count Sinan’s illegitimate son, for some reason, this toxicology expert of the Supervisory Academy, who had made countless officials and thieves scared to death, actually felt a bit of warmth in his heart, and looked at this kid with joy in his heart, the youngster was small in age, but he was able to work hard and willing to study, and he didn’t have that kind of aversion to poisons that the world has, which made Fei Jie feel very comfortable.

And the most crucial thing was that Fan Xian was very smart, very understanding, and didn’t even look like a five year old sometimes.

“Teacher.” Fan Xian scooted his butt and moved to the bench with some difficulty, “I really want to know what kind of people my parents were.”

In fact, regarding Earl Sinan and his own mother’s past, this was already the fourth time in a year that Fan Xian had asked about it, but the first few times he asked, Fei Jie always kept his mouth shut.

“Your father …… is a very remarkable man.” Fei Jie said this, “Of course, your mother is an even more remarkable person.”

Saying it was the same as saying it in vain. The Supervisory Academy was a place of terror for the entire country responsible for investigating and investigating major cases as well as major crimes committed by officials, and Fei Jie was even an early member of the academy, later serving as the organizer of the three divisions, and has always been in a high position, and is feared by everyone, even in places like Kyoto, where hidden dragons and crouching tigers are found.

Even in a place like Kyoto, where there are hidden tigers and crouching tigers, he is still feared by everyone. This is such a terrifying poison master, but he was actually sent to the distant city of Tanyu to teach his own illegitimate son by a single sentence from Earl Sinan.

One could imagine with one’s toes how terrifying Earl Sinan’s power in Kyoto was, but one just didn’t know if this power was official or hidden in the shadows.

As for the mother who died on the day of his “birth”, although Fan Xian didn’t know what kind of woman she was, but his intuition told him that this mother must be very uncomplicated, and I don’t know whether it was because of the physical bloodline or for some other reason, but he had always felt that he vaguely missed that woman who he didn’t know the name of and had never seen. seen the woman.

Fei Jie didn’t seem to want to talk about this, and asked lightly, “Since auntie has already given birth to a son, it’s natural that you won’t be able to inherit everything from the Earl’s Mansion in the future, so what are you going to do?”

Fan Xian smiled sweetly, “My teacher taught me to use poison and also to detoxify, in fact, I learned a lot of medical knowledge, so in the future, if I’m really not good enough, I can become a doctor.”

Fei jie stroked his long beard under his jaw, and boasted: “That’s natural, even if the imperial physician in the imperial palace, when it comes to medical skills, it doesn’t necessarily compare to me, you as my only student, in the future to be a doctor, naturally is more than enough.”

The master and disciple duo said this, but in fact, deep down they both understood very well that this was just an extravagant hope.

Fan Xian suddenly opened his mouth and asked, “Teacher, there seems to be some problems with the kind of true qi dharma I’m practicing, in fact, I quietly came over tonight because I wanted to ask teacher to give me some pointers.”

Fei Jie thought that there was no one in the world above the use of poison, but he had always refused to teach Fan Xian any other skills, because he always said to Fan Xian:

“Human life is finite, and methods of killing are infinite, so we should devote our finite lives to the infinite pursuit of the most powerful methods of killing.”

And in Teacher Fei’s eyes, the most powerful method of killing was naturally poisoning.

Now that Fan Xian had the best teacher for poisoning, what was the point of practicing true qi? As for the spells that Fan Xian couldn’t forget, Fei Jie was just like the average Qing people, believing that it was just a cockamamie science to aid in combat.

However, today, Fan Xian took the initiative to ask a question for the first time in a year, so Fei Jie couldn’t help but be a bit curious as well, stretching out two fingers and gently latching onto his pulse, and he couldn’t help but look flabbergasted.