My teacher is as beautiful as a demon (99)

Volume 1 Living with a Beautiful Teacher 099, The Coffin Bearers?

Liang Jun didn't take it seriously, laughing and saying, "Going on a trip?"

Huang Xier, however, wasn't amused at all. Her face was stern as she said something that instantly plunged him into an ice cave. She said,

"Your Grandpa Sun is gone. You have to attend his funeral."

Only then did Liang Jun realize that life wasn't all fun and games.

He felt terrible, but couldn't cry, only remaining silent. He couldn't quite define his feelings for Grandpa Sun;

it wasn't familial love, not friendship, and not teacher-student affection. It was simply a chance encounter on a wandering journey,

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Huang Xier wasn't good with words; when she spoke, she was never the talkative type. Now, it seemed like she was talking

to herself , yet also to Liang Jun, as if she were providing an explanation, or perhaps searching for an answer.

"This old man has seen countless people in his life. People have handed him invitations through the curtain, people have knelt down to offer him their shoulders and

become his stirrups, and people who would sell themselves to him for anything, as long as he agreed to call him 'Master

.' I've never seen anyone he cares about so much. He has over thirty disciples, both registered and unregistered.

Among them, you're the worst in terms of skill, and if you're smart, you'd probably rank in

the top three or four. I don't know what he sees in you?"

Liang Jun didn't quite understand what "yellow," "white," and "stirrups" meant, but he understood the general

idea : he was the least promising among Grandpa Sun's group.

Liang Jun could only accept this conclusion; he had no right to refute it. Then Huang Xi continued, "I'm afraid

you're the one who has ever called him 'Grandpa' most sincerely in his life, without a trace of falsehood."

Liang Jun thought to himself, "That's not necessarily true. How could it be false for his grandson to call him 'Grandpa'?"

Huang Xi seemed to know what he was thinking and said, "He has no children in his life."

"What? He has no children? Really? False?"

Liang Jun finally spoke.

"I don't know what he told you, but all that talk about his son and grandson

is nonsense. Back then, General Cai was almost murdered. After all the investigation,

they found out that his new wife had leaked his whereabouts. He went home and killed her, even though she was

pregnant . He cried terribly behind her back, knowing she was innocent and that they

were framing him. Nonsense, a woman like her, who could she tell? He never remarried, saying he didn't have

enough wives to execute."

This story was a bit much for Liang Jun; he hadn't expected Grandpa Sun to harbor such deep resentment.

"You'll see when you get there. You'll probably be shocked."

As he spoke, a car arrived outside, and Huang Xi led Liang Jun out the door. Before leaving, Huang Xi glanced at

the villa in the night, whether intentionally saying it to Liang Jun or simply remarking to himself, "This house...

I'm afraid we won't live here for long."

How could Liang Jun not understand? He remembered that before Grandpa Sun passed away, he gave him that calligraphy piece, saying it was

priceless, worth more than this house. It seemed that Grandpa Sun had foreseen that after he died, no one would

care about saving face and let a child live in the house.

The overnight flight was exhausting. After landing, we got into a car, which drove out of the city and into the mountains.

The ride there was also tiring. At dawn, we arrived at a place nestled against the mountains and beside a stream. The mountains

weren't very high, but they were lush and green. At the foot of the mountain was a thatched cottage, and not far from it was a

pavilion with green tiles and carved beams. Liang Jun thought that Grandpa Sun probably lived in that pavilion. It was

strange , that the two houses were so different in size yet so close together. It seemed the thatched cottage was a warehouse, or perhaps his

neighbor's. Strangely, the thatched cottage was quite grand. In front of it was a pond, and the yard

was filled with exotic flowers and plants, clearly the gardener had taken great care of it. The entire layout was very pleasing to the eye.

Liang Jun thought to himself, "Living here would be so comfortable."

Further on, every few meters in the yard, there was a burly man in a black suit, all wearing

sunglasses . Seeing Huang Xi with a young boy, he blocked their way, saying, "Please, family members of the guests, stop."

Huang Xi replied, "The one who breaks the basin."

The man became respectful and stepped aside.

The two arrived at the cottage door, and an elderly man in his sixties emerged. The old man had an

ordinary face, but possessed a dignified air, an imposing presence, and unfathomable eyes that seemed to see right through people.

Liang Jun was a fearless man who had seen many people, but seeing this man today,

he felt a sense of awe.

Even the usually calm and composed Huang Xier became respectful upon seeing this man, standing properly and

saying, "Uncle Xiang, I've brought him."

She was completely devoid of the arrogant demeanor she displayed when speaking to Wan Hongtao on the phone in Shanghai.

Uncle Xiang glanced at Liang Jun and nodded calmly, "Good, I've been waiting for you."

He then turned and walked inside, not towards the pavilion, but towards the thatched hut. Liang Jun

looked at Huang Xi with confusion, only to see him standing there, waving to him before following.

Liang Jun was even more bewildered; why hadn't Huang Xi gone in?

At this moment, Uncle Xiang seemed to remember something and turned back to Huang Xi, saying, "Oh, right, you come in too.

When the old man passed away, he specifically instructed that you had rendered meritorious service in Shanghai, and you could see him off."

Huang Xi's face lit up with excitement, and she quickly entered.

The three men entered the main room, a large central hall. The front wall was already decorated with mourning banners,

and a large character for "memorial" was displayed. Below it was an offering table laden with offerings of fruit, incense, and candles. Liang Jun followed suit

, offering incense and burning paper money. They then went to the eastern bedroom, where Sun Xingren lay on the couch, just as he

had in Shanghai, his face gaunt and serene, dressed in his burial clothes, seemingly asleep.

Liang Jun's tears welled up instantly. Everything felt like a dream; the image of Grandpa Sun, his voice and smile,

when was still vivid in his mind, but now they were separated by death.

He knelt down with a thud, crying, "Grandpa, I've come! Why did you leave?"

When he stood up, Uncle Xiang showed an approving expression, patted his shoulder, and said,

"Come this way."

Following him to the west room, he discovered a suite within, elegantly furnished with the kind of furniture only seen on

television very expensive. Liang Jun thought, "If a warehouse is this

luxurious, the attic on the east side must be even more extravagant!"

There were over twenty people inside, tall and short, fat and thin, all exuding an air of grandeur.

Even a petty thug trying to scam someone on the street wouldn't dare act recklessly in their presence.

There was also a woman there, a truly captivating beauty, enough to make three thousand concubines pale in comparison. Her age was indiscernible

; her clothes weren't very modern, but even an uninformed person would notice how perfectly pressed and expensive they were.

Liang Jun had seen countless alluring and beautiful women, but even someone as beautiful as Xia Yunni

paled in comparison.

Who was this woman?

Everyone looked at Liang Jun and Huang Xier, one of them with a disdainful expression: "How old is he?

You made him break a basin? What merit has he made?"

"No merit, but when the old man was sleeping on the streets, he called him 'Grandpa,' gave

him food, and gave him a place to stay,"

Uncle Xiang calmly explained. Some people blushed, some sighed, and

one person remained indignant, saying, "The old man is really something, always playing these 'fallen' and 'incognito'

games. What does that prove?"

Liang Jun understood; Grandpa Sun often went to be a beggar, spending time on the streets.

Uncle Xiang smiled slightly and said, "Why don't you go to the east room and talk to the old man for a while, and ask him to retract

his decision ?"

The man's face changed color immediately, and he fell silent.

Liang Jun thought to himself, "This man was just indignant, how come he's so frightened by what Uncle Xiang said?"

He pondered it further and understood the meaning behind Uncle Xiang's words: "Going to the east room to talk to the old man,

what does that mean? Doesn't that mean he's going to kill him? But the thing is, there are plenty of people who threaten others with killing someone all the time

, so why is it that Uncle Xiang's casual remark has frightened this man so much? It shows that

Uncle Xiang is a formidable figure. You can tell from Huang Xi's immediately respectful demeanor upon seeing Uncle Xiang

."

Thinking this, Liang Jun felt even more awe for Uncle Xiang, and he would steal glances at him every now and then.

No one said anything more. However, Uncle Xiang spoke up: "Everyone is saddened by the passing of the old master, and many want to express

their condolences . But we must also follow seniority. Since those present are those whom the old master valued, let's not

say anything more. Oh, by the way, according to seniority, Huang Xi is not qualified to carry the coffin, but the old master personally appointed him.

Everyone knows that, so there's no need to say anything more."

These people were all the coffin bearers for Grandpa Sun, indicating that they were all people who had caught the old master's eye.

And Liang Jun was the one who broke the basin for the old master, showing that the old master regarded him as his own descendant.

Liang Jun and Huang Xi stayed there for three days but never went into the attic. Liang Jun secretly asked Huang Xi,

"Is it true that no one can live in the attic where Grandpa Sun lives?"

Huang Xi replied, "The old man lives in this thatched hut."

Liang Jun was startled: "There are even more powerful immortals living over there?"

Huang Xi told him, "That's where his servants live."

Liang Jun was truly astonished this time: "There are actually people in the world who give their attic to their servants and live in a thatched hut

themselves ."

Huang Xi patted him on the shoulder and said, "The old man's level of understanding is beyond your comprehension."

Liang Jun indeed couldn't understand.

Huang Xi didn't care whether he understood or not, but instead told him something else that made him unhappy.

He felt that he really had to rely on himself from now on.

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