Zhang Jian traveled to an ancient time. It was a period different from his guess and it didn't belong to any dynasty he knew. Besides, the history in this place was quite different from what he learned in textbooks; fortunately, he could understand the language spoken here.

Unlike protagonists in any other novels, he had neither a system nor any so-called talent, not even a bit.

But it didn’t bother him for he was a man of light temperament. He had no desire to conquer anyone nor defeat or kill someone. Even in the modern materialistic era, he would hardly use his cell phone.

He had rather distinct interests. He enjoyed writing calligraphy with a brush, drawing, doing housework, farming, fishing, gardening, and so on.

He was a freak in many’s eyes, but in fact, he was an ordinary man with normal feelings and values. One notable thing was he didn't like very intense sports.

He had now come to the ancient times where technology was nowhere to be found. Apart from having to make new friends and getting used to life here, he was actually not too disappointed. On the contrary, he was somewhat keen on the quiet and peaceful life here.

Gone were the noisy streets, blaring car horns, loud noises, and overwhelming sources of information. In the place, there was only warm sunshine, blissful spring breeze, beautiful wildflowers on the roadside, the sound of crisp birds chirping, quiet night, pure night sky, stars all over the firmament, bright moonlight, and trickling streams.

Ah! Everything was so peaceful and beautiful.

He enjoyed very much everything that this place had to offer.

He reached the entrance of the town when he first arrived here. Interestingly, this town was called Peace Town.

Peace Town was a rather small place. There were relatively fewer residents here compared with modern society, but he still felt that the place was a little noisy.

After thanking and saying goodbye to a kind family for taking him in for several nights, he went to the hillside of a hill next to the town and built a wooden house.

There used to be a thatched cottage on the original site. He reinforced it with wood and then used modern knowledge to build several solid walls with stones and cement.

Finally, he successfully built a not-too-small hut. It was a masterpiece that he was satisfied with.

The thatched cottage had previously been deserted for a long time. The furniture inside was shabby but still usable. As Zhang Jian cleaned the surrounding, he found a whole lot of stuff hidden under the bed in the bedroom. Perhaps the previous owner had left them here.

Among the hidden stash, he found a tea set, writing brushes, ink sticks, papers, inkstones, painting tools, guqin, and some ancient books with very old covers. He took them out and cleaned them well. To his surprise, these items were still usable.

“What a coincidence. I don't have the tools to make a living, so let me start with these.”

The kind-hearted family from before saw that he was without company and penniless, so they offered him some food. Although he would certainly not starve to death now, in the long run, it was still not a sustainable solution to live off of others.

He intended to make a living by writing and drawing.

Contrary to his thoughts, the people here were very pragmatic. They did not live luxuriously and had no appreciation of all good things in the world. A question that was frequently asked of him was: Can this thing be eaten?

It was alright, he thought. Later, he learned that these people were very poor. They did their best to ensure they had basic survival resources, such as food and clothing. For all he knew, only the rich in the capital had such high-class interests and hobbies. However, the capital was too far away from here and Zhang Jian had no funds to travel there.

He cultivated a piece of farmland behind his new home so he would not have to accept charities from others anymore.

Luckily, he found some farm tools and uncultivated seeds in the thatched cottage. When it came to farming, it was his area of expertise as he had much experience in it.

He managed to plant the seeds under the soil with perfect skills after a few days of hard work. All he had to do now was to wait.

During this period, he found an injured puppy with a golden coat. Zhang Jian took it home and took good care of it. He didn't expect the cute little guy to stay after his injury healed and he felt helpless about the situation.

The puppy had shiny golden fur and superb physical strength. It appeared as if it had an owner. However, looking at the pup's attitude, it was obvious to see that it wasn’t treated kindly by the previous owner. Otherwise, it would not stay by his side.

He even went down the mountain, asking around to see if anyone in town had lost a puppy. Everyone replied the same: no one lost their puppy.

“Well then! I didn't rob anyone, you’re the one who voluntarily came to me. When your owner comes, you better explain it to him clearly," Zhang Jian ordered seriously while pointing his finger at the puppy’s nose. The puppy nodded, as though it had understood his words.

“Good boy.”

He patted the puppy's head.

Zhang Jian couldn't find the dog's owner at that time, so he had to take it in in the meantime. To make it easy for him to call out the little pup, he gave it an overbearing name: Cerberus.

Strangely enough, ever since Cerberus came to his home, he started getting customers.

He had almost given up on selling his calligraphy or painting, but surprisingly, now, someone was willing to buy it.

The visitor was a white-haired older man surnamed Xiao. Judging from the old man's wardrobe, Zhang Jian could see he was definitely not ordinary folk. He had thought the older man would find fault with him. The aristocrats like him who had been cradled a child of fortune were always contemptuous towards the all working on the bottom in this age.

Unexpectedly, Old Man Xiao not only had no proud stance but praised him with a respectful tone. The elderly attitude towards himself wasn't like an elder's to the younger generation but for as a super fan's worship of his idols.

Zhang Jian had powers in brush calligraphy and ink painting yet still was far from the masters.

'Perhaps the level of this era was still low. ' He kept guessing so.

Not only that, Zhang Jian had sudden improvement since he had come to this world. Maybe it was hushed here. He didn't require to meditate at all before managing a beautiful painting or wonderful calligraphy in one go.

The older man was unstinting and splurged every time he bought a painting. Then Zhang Jian learned that the cost of his painting had reached the living expenses of an ordinary family for 50 years, he stopped it.

He didn't care he would have money or not as he came to this world, nor did he in his previous life. He was already content when someone was willing to buy his works.

Finally, the two set some rules that they could only barter for barter in the future.

Old Xiao also declared that bucks were too coarse before, and the transaction was inappropriate.

To Zhang Jian's great dissatisfaction, some items Old Man Xiao gave him were too commonplace.

For example - an ordinary ruler. The ruler was indeed useless, it was not long enough to even he intended to get some measurements in this savage mountain.

A washbasin, which was practical, but sadly, he already had one himself. Though it was broken, still be helpful.

A wooden box. The surface was attractive, but it was tiny, of little use to him as well.

Although he didn't care much about money, the value of these items was far less than that older man paid before.

He intended to satirize the older man's stinginess but held back because the older man had every respect for him. He couldn't do such impolite things to an old fan.

He was delighted to get such a loyal fan. At least, it made his work worth creating. Although he didn't intend to make a display, he still hoped that someone appreciated his works.

A few days ago, the older man had an overhasty visit to the hut as if he was explaining his final words. He handed Zhang Jian a piece of jade and declare that it would belong to him if he didn't return in three months.

'Is it... that end was near?'

No wonder. Old Xiao had at least eighty years old from his appearance. Such an age was scarce in ancient times and a sign of good fortune.

It appeared that the older man felt much like in poor health and intended to say goodbye to him.

Zhang Jian's heart was heavy. After coming to this world, he had tried to make friends didn't expect to say rapid goodbye.

He gave an ancient book on the bookshelf as a gift to the older man. Xiao was flattered if he had got a treasure. Then he kept making such inquiries as to whether it was proper and seemed afraid to accept such an ordinary book.

Zhang Jian had read all those. Strangely enough, there was anything more a word in it, neither even the cover. Usually, he practiced calligraphy or drew pictures on these books as the draft while having nothing to do.

One of them was sent to Old Man Xiao.

"That ain't anything, just accept it." That was what Zhang Jian said.

Then, the older man left happily and gave the jade straight instead of keeping it for him. It was a bit beyond Zhang Jian's expectations.

He was not a skilled hand in the jade industry but still knew the jasper the older man gave him was not inferior judging from the hand feeling alone.

It wasn't indeed sixpenny!

The price of precious jade had always been extremely high whether it was ancient or modern.

Zhang Jian intended to refuse but accepted it at the end because he regarded it as a relic older man gave him on his deathbed. Of course, he would never take advantage. He planned to give it back to others when he met the older man's family or descendants.

Old Xiao indeed wasn't an everyman because few persons could get comfortable with death. He left the hut with laughter.

"May Buddha bless you."

Zhang Jian prayed for the elderly.

It had been some time since the older man left, and no second guest visited so far.

No wonder how this happened. On the one hand, the poor here had no upscale interests, on the other hand, he built the hut on the mountainside unnoticed.

'It's a miracle that older man Xiao visited here.' Zhang Jian thought so.

In this way, the quiet days passed day by day. Zhang Jian didn't forget to look after his few acres of fields while painting every day. The climate here was very suitable for growing rice and wheat. Besides, he didn't have to be careful with the few weeds there.

It would be a good harvest.

Some time afterward, a pattering of feet came from outside the door as he concentrated on practicing calligraphy and paintings. And the thin shadow elongated by the sun shot into the ground inside the house from outside.

Zhang Jian's tip of writing paused - a guest came?

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Lots of white clouds crossed the pale blue sky. A figure that didn't belong here was flying rapidly above the clouds.

A girl with a bright face, stepping on a flying sword under her feet, hurried through the thick clouds like lightning. In theory, her hair and clothes were supposed to be blown into a mess at this rate. Still, she was like sitting in a fast-running racing car and not affected much.

She had a beautiful figure, and her hair was black, gently lugging at the middle of her back. The girl was fairylike, thin in the extreme, with small features. She had very dark eyes and her nose, features were straight, perfect, and angular.

She was meanly dressed, which still couldn't cover her fabulous presence.

In a short time, the ground under her feet changed into a different scene. She gathered her right hand's index finger and middle finger and commanded the flying sword under her feet to slow down.

"Is this it?"

The green jade was inlaid in the hilt of the flying sword under her feet, similar to that Older Man Xiao gave to Zhang Jian. In the meantime, it was flashing strange constant light.

The direction of the sword head suddenly turned and went straight down with the girl.

The vision in her eyes turned extensive, then she saw a mountain peak, there was only one hut on the mountainside.

"It seems to be there."

The gem in the sword's hilt had a strong response at that peak and was the only room on this mountain. In a high probability, "Purple Sapphire" was in this seemingly ordinary hut.

"Who is coming?"

Suddenly, an old voice came into her mind.

"The soul speaking?"

The girl's eyebrows wrinkled, what she was aware of was a particular skill that only the master had. Though she was called a genius once in a hundred years, her realm was still too low to reach these sorts of skills.

She immediately stopped flying the sword and suspended it in midair.

She clasped her fists in her hands and spoke to the air, "This little girl named Wang Yan came uninvitedly. Please forgive my mistake."

"Why are you here?" The old and profound voice continued to ring in her mind.

"Search for lost property." The girl was humble and cautious.

She knew perfectly well that there were many famous and influential masters in the world-such as her master, there were also many hidden masters. Their fame may not be as splendid as that of the mayor of a small town, but their strength could be compared with that of her master.

If she offended such a high-ranking master, not to mention whether the master was willing to support her, even if the contradiction was solved, it was difficult for her to get along with each other in the high-level circle.

"It seems that your lost property is supposed to be around. However, I kindly remind you that there is a peerless master living in this room. I advise you to leave him alone. Otherwise, the consequences will be at your own risk."

The words finished as the old voice disappeared.

"A peerless master?"

The girl's heart trembled. She felt inadequate herself for this skill of soul transmitting voice. Even such a master respected the mystery man as a peerless master, so what kind of a peerless existence lived in this hut?

She dared not continue speculating, and her desire for "purple sapphire" drove her to look for it.

After flying above the mountain and researching for a while, she found that the jewel in the hilt of her sword shone brightening as close to the hut - which indicated that the jewel was in this room.

However, she dared not ignore the kind reminder from the old voice just now.

After struggling for a long time, she made up her mind to visit the hidden master.

She landed not far in front of the hut. The flying sword more than two feet long slowly turned into the size of a needle and retracted into her sleeve. She began to go on foot - for it was discourteous to fly in. She was sure that she would never see such beautiful sunshine again if she did that.

The hut was not splendid, surrounded by a wooden fence outside, shabby yet aesthetic.

She pushed open the door left unlocked in the fence and found a thatched kennel in the yard, in which a lovely little yellow dog was lying sleeping peacefully.

A path was paved with bluestone, random and narrow, between the entrance of the fence and the gate of the hut with some flowers and grass in other blank spaces, looking more natural than taking good care of.

Usually, the impotent cultivators always liked to decorate some valuable furniture or magical utensils to boost their reputation.

Not for this one, at least.

"Sure enough, it's a real master's style."

She sighed in her mind, then her heart increased tension.

After pacing slowly to the door of the hut, she bent down and held a fist with both hands, "The younger generation Wang Yan visit the Senior."

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"Senior?"

Zhang Jian, practicing calligraphy, put down his writing brush and saw a petite and plain-dressed girl standing at the door to salute him.

'When did I become a Senior?'

He had some doubts and then began to speculate carefully.

Few people knew him, the only one who had ever occasionally corresponded with was Old Man Xiao.

Was she a fan who had seen his works? Maybe a peer in calligraphy? If that was the case, he could still bear the responsibility of being honored as a senior.

He stood up with his left hand behind his back, "There is no need to salute like this." He thought to himself: the ancients like saluting. What I did indeed make me feel awkward.

Wang Yan got up but still dared not raise her head to look at the master in front of her and stuck outside the door without a word.

Zhang Jian smiled in his mind as he saw her standing outside the door.

'It seems that if I don't invite her in, she will stick there.'

That's true, in ancient times, everything was perfect, but not for the cumbersome etiquette.

"Come in and talk." He beckoned the little girl in.

Wang Yan crossed the threshold gingerly, then stood on one side of the door, still afraid to look up.

'Too shy, huh? Are ancient girls all like this?'

Zhang Jian roasted in his heart but still asked, "What's the matter?"

Wang Yan held a fist with both hands, "The younger generation disturbed the master's peace. Please forgive my mistakes."

Still being complicated etiquette.

Zhang Jian waved, "Don't be so restrained. You come to me today, all of this is destined."

'It seems that the ancients all like to beat around the bush, and so does Old Man Xiao.'

'All of this is destined?'

Wang Yan's heart hitched.

'It seems that the master have already calculated my arrival. Incredibly powerful!'

She heard from her master that some experts could calculate many things before and in the future and even got lots of accurate details.

Moreover, she couldn't perceive any qi from this man. There were only two possibilities. He was an everyman or a master whose realm was several levels higher than her.

The circumstance that she couldn't detect any qi at all had only encountered on her master. It meant that the man was at least at the same level as her master and may even be higher.

She bent down again and crossed over her fist on her chest, "It seems that master already know what I have come for."

'What for?'

Zhang Jian whined in his mind that people here are too roundabout. So he began to speculate that this young girl was supposed to be the younger generation of Older Man Xiao's family. Still, the two had different surnames, and they probably came from different families but from the same clan.

She must have come to retrieve jade.

For the safe side, he asked, "Did Xiao send you here?"

'Xiao?'

Wang Yan's heart quivered. It wasn't respectful regard for the elders by the younger generation, but full equality, and even a vague superiority complex in it.

At this point, she was entirely sure that the mysterious man in front of her was absolutely the same level as her master's at least.

Her head lowered deeper, "Actually, it's not. It's the decision of the younger generation own."

The key was that the disciples in the sect couldn't contact the master now and coincided with the current invasion of fierce enemies. If there were no another "purple sapphire", the Purple Sect would be defeated.

'Make your own decisions?'

Zhang Jian fully understood after thinking for a while.

It must be that the Older Man Xiao didn't distribute his inheritance in order before his death or that the little girl encountered some difficulties currently, so she came to ask for the jade.

Of course, rich and idle people like Old Man Xiao must have great possessions. The little girl came alone without her parents' company or aggressive attitude. Presumably, she had no place at home. Probably being bullied and afraid to lift her head, she came and begged me.

Her parents were probably dead; otherwise, she wouldn't come alone.

"Alas ~"

With that in mind, Zhang Jian nearly sighed.

"Wait a minute, I'll find it for you. "

He turned and entered the bedroom before finishing his words.

After hearing his sigh, Wang Yan's heart shrank.

Was the master disappointed in her? Or her behavior had disturbed the peace of his life.

She heard that what some hidden masters hate most was being seen through. In order not to be recognized was why the masters got for hiding their qi. The fact that she came to ask for gems in person was tantamount to what she said, " Don't pretend, I know everything."

After Zhang Jian left, Wang Yan noticed the calligraphy on the desk next to her.

She was curious to see the masterpiece of the master and then approached. She had been struck dumb when she saw the calligraphy on Chinese art paper, her eyes were full of shock.

A cultivator practiced the word "Tao".

Tao can be related, but the related truth is not Tao.

The true Tao can only be understood and cannot be described in words. It was the truth.

She was very positive that she was undisputed top among her peers, but she was a lot shorter in front of real masters. In terms of age history ranking alone, she still couldn't squeeze into the top ten.

At her age, her master's realm had been one level higher than her. BUT NOW, She still stayed at the 8th stage-the Nascent Soul Stage, and couldn't get over it all the time.

Even her master with such high talent could only rank fifth in age history, far much for her.

She seemed to see mountains, rivers, flowers and plants, and streets. The scenes in front of her flashed quickly and greatly impacted her soul.

The true master of Tao, eating, sleeping, writing, drawing, talking, walking, and so on, were full of the essence of Tao.

This seemingly plain calligraphy contained such extraordinary meanings. She was almost choppy.

"It seems that I'm really too arrogant."

She couldn't help taunting herself.

In the past, she learned from rare other masters. Now, she recognized a great person.

Long ago, her master always taught her that there must be a stronger master outside the world. She never believed it all the time and insisted that she was the first ranking prodigy in the world and eventually would become an immortal.

But now her self-esteem had been completely shattered by a landscape painting.

With her current 8th stage, she couldn't espy all the power contained in this landscape painting. She knew that it was absolutely beyond her all resistance at present.

The footsteps came.

Wang Yan hurried back to her proper place and pretended to do anything.

Zhang Jian handed over a box with his right hand, "Well, you see if it is this?"

She caught it scrupulously with both hands and then found that the small wooden box was her master's favorite "Soul Box".

The "Soul Box" had a powerful force to seal the spirit and soul. No wonder she had been unable to find qi of "purple sapphire". If it weren't for the twin jade in the hilt of her sword, she wouldn't lock the location of the gem.

Zhang Jian noticed that the little girl kept her head down and dared not look at him and then he asked, "Don't you know it's polite to make eye contact when talking to others?"

Wang Yan's heart squeezed.

'Is it an order?'

She dared not look up at the master's face because of respect and fear.

She heard that there had been a genius who looked at a master in the eyes without permission resulted in that his eyes being gouged out alive.

Well, she had to obey if she was ordered.

She raised her head nervously and slowly, then a simple face was reflected in her bright eyes.

She saw a plain face, the kind that was left unremarkable in the crowd and might even be forgotten after a meet.

She somehow felt an inexplicable tenderness at his face.

'Master is indeed the master.' She kept admiring in her heart.

Generally, the cultivator was able to change the shape and appearance after reaching a certain level. Someone who paid great attention to appearance would become charming and attractive.

Her master warned her not to imitate those useless means. No matter how hard they practiced, the realm would never be higher for those who paid much attention to looks.

She couldn't imagine the realm of the master at present.

In Zhang Jian's eyes, she was an adorable and young girl. Although dressing to be plain, it couldn't cover up the outstanding presence.

He admired in his heart, it's lovely, yet on his face, it was as if nothing had happened.

"Is it this jade?"

Zhang Jian asked again.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Wang Yan opened the small wooden box and saw the "purple sapphire" as same as one in her sword hilt. She was just up to nod but found a spell seal.

"Yes, but..."

A strong seal on the surface of the gem stopped her and she knew what it was. Such a seal on a treasure meant only its owner could command it.

As before, the seal of this "purple sapphire" was designed by her master, and only the master and her could use it. Now, the technique of the seal had changed. The owner of this gem was this mystery senior.

"But what?" Zhang Jian was confused.

And then, of a sudden, Wang Yan began to comprehend why her master refused to tell her the whereabouts of the gem all the time and gave this treasure to outsiders who had nothing to do with the sect.

Purple Sapphire was still precious, however, if she exchanged it for the favor of a hidden superior, this deal would be much cost-effective.

Now the sect was facing disaster, and "Purple Sapphire" could solve the temporary danger, yet it couldn't be stable for a long time. If she got the support of such a master, the average person would never dare to make trouble to the Purple Sect in the future again.

Wang Yan bent down again, holding the wooden box in both hands, and put it in front of Zhang Jian's chest, "This younger generation was rude. The master has sent you the gem, and I dare not disobey his intentions."

'Master?' It turned out to be mentorship.

Zhang Jian understood it all at once.

'It seems that she is a student of Older Man Xiao, maybe she was studying calligraphy and painting or a connoisseur.'

However, it was of no use for him to keep such precious jade. So he said, "It won't be of any use to keep it with me. You'd better take it back." He didn't want to see a poor girl go home empty-handed.

He had never heard of any sects near. The girl must have come from a long way, and he dared not imagine how many difficulties and obstacles she met on the road before she came here.

Wang Yan intended to refuse, only to find that the seal on the gem changed back instantly and turned into a technique that only she could use.

"The Words Spell?"

The thought of that sort of profound spell instantly hit her.

Even her master couldn't use this level of spells. So that the master in front of her had surpassed her master?

It was so strange that she couldn't believe everything in front of her was real.

Even a mountain was a piece of cake for her master. However, this master was still at a higher level.

After a long moment, she already prepared to take out the jade and return the "Soul Box" to the master.

"What are you doing?"

Zhang Jian stopped the girl.

Wang Yan replied with no doubt, "Of course, it's to return the box to senior."

Zhang Jian waved, "Nothing's valuable in my house, this small box would still be shared. I think it's a suitable container, so keep it yourself."

Wang Yan bent down again for gratitude, "Thank you very much."

Zhang Jian waved violently, "Don't do this to me again." He was a little tired of this cumbersome etiquette.

Wang Yan was ready to hold his fists with both hands but immediately suppressed his impulse with her reason.

"All right."

She nodded laboriously and agreed to the master.

Etiquette was not only a respect for elders but also a constraint on younger generations. Even if for her noble master, this kind of etiquette was inevitable.

The master was indeed a master, and the etiquette that the younger generation must implement was abolished. That was what she had never encountered before.

Zhang Jian saw that the girl didn't mean to leave, then he immediately understood.

It must be tough for her to come all the way, and she needed a rest. And it was rude of him to keep such a vulnerable girl standing.

"Please sit down."

He stretched out his hand and motioned for each other to sit down.

Wang Yan resisted the impulse to bow her head and sat on a small chair beside the desk.

At this time, she noticed a sort of much profound power in the ink, paper, and inkstone on the table. Just now, she was attracted by the master's masterpiece and paid no attention to these instruments.

She couldn't penetrate every instrument, such as a writing brush, ink stick, rice paper, and inkstone so that these were even more potent than her purple sword.

She was shocked.

As well known, her purple sword was a treasure that her master worked hard to refine for ten years, and it was the most potent instrument of the Purple Sect now.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

No wonder the senior returned the precious stone her master gave him to her generously. It turned out that the treasure in her eyes was worthless waste in the master's eyes. So ridiculous.

With that in mind, she couldn't help mocking her for stupidity and ignorance. She felt like a clown who made a fool of herself and showed off her skills in front of the master.

Zhang Jian noticed the little girl staring at his landscape painting and thought in his mind, 'it seems that she's a peer as well.'

Old man Xiao left him. It was not bad to exchange a little girl this time.

"How about... is my craft OK?"

He asked with a smile.

Wang Yan screamed in his heart, 'this is not only OK but uncanny artistry. ' She soon realized that the average master was extremely modest, so she replied, "It's not bad."

Zhang Jian smiled on his face, "I'm flattered." but thought in his mind, 'you know the goods.'

Wang Yan replied, "What I said is true." but thought in her mind, 'I've been much restrained.'

"Want it?" Zhang Jian blurted.

"Alas?" Wang Yan was stupid for a while, then her hands shook like waves, and her face was filled with fear, "No, no, no..."

Of course, she badly wanted such peerless treasures. Especially this kind of landscape painting with master's charm could become her powerful instrument to destroy the enemy and help her improve her level. However, what qualifications did she have to obtain such a wonderful instrument?

As the saying goes, no fruit will be reaped without hard work. She didn't believe that there was a benefit waiting for her to take without paying the price.

It would be understandable even he took her life for such a remarkable artifact. The most precious treasure in herself was the purple sword refined by her master. The master didn't care about that kind of thing at all.

Zhang Jian noticed the desire in the little girl's eyes. There were massive etiquettes in the ancients, and what she thought in her mind as opposed to what she said.

"Dare not or don't want?"

He inclined his head to the little girl.

Wang Yan blushed and dared not speak.

As observing the little girl dressed in plain clothes, Zhang Jian instantly got it. Her family was probably too underprivileged to survive; she would instead give up her face and reclaim the gift her master gave him. It's tough for this little girl.

He seemed to watch the Older Man Xiao adopt a little girl and bring her up. Then his wicked family pushed her out after his funeral for she was not related by blood. Now she couldn't even survive longer, so she waded through rugged mountains and perilous rivers and came here from thousands of miles to get back her master's relics.

Maybe she should have heard that he didn't sell the calligraphy and painting. The customers had to exchange for comparable items, but there was nothing valuable before she blushed with shame.

Zhang Jian touched his nose and smiled, "You and I are predestined friends. This time, I will give you a favor. It is not too late to repay me after you have made progress in the future."

Wang Yan's eyes widened, and she couldn't believe that she heard. She asked hesitantly, "Are you serious?"

Zhang Jian grinned, "How could I cheat you a little girl?"

Right! A master of such level intended to fool a rookie like her? Come on! Wang Yan couldn't help mocking herself guard again.

"Wait a minute. I have a few more strokes to finish."

As Zhang Jian spoke, he picked up the writing brush on the table and began to get work done.

Wang Yan, on the other hand, stood aside with great respect and watched him wield a writing brush on rice paper carefully.

After a while, a complete landscape painting came up.

There were green hills, clear waters, and white clouds inside, and a line of words was mentioned next to the painting-"Greener and steeper hills stand beyond the mountains. Taller and grander buildings sat outside the palaces".

What a mighty qi!

Wang Yan seemed to sense the boiling blood in her vessels and her heart beating rapidly.

"Shall I really get this treasure?"

She felt it so inauthentic.

"By the way, your master..."

Zhang Jian pondered how to express it more euphemistically for the word "death" was highly unlucky in ancient times.

After hearing it, Wang Yan's face sank.

Her master had been missing for nearly a month, and she couldn't get in touch with him. It was the reason that the demons dared to invade Purple Sect as well. It had happened several times before, but the master would return soon. She didn't know why she couldn't get in touch with her master at this time.

Zhang Jian thought he caused the little girl's sadness, then his tone eased, "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

'It seems that older man Xiao died. What a pity.'

'Everything will be fine?'

After hearing it, Wang Yan began to think seriously.

'What the master said won't be a superficial comfort. Is it implying something to me? Is my master still alive or perhaps he got a great opportunity?'

With that in mind, Wang Yan paused for a while, then her eyes instantly shined, "For your great kindness, this younger generation will definitely repay in the future."

Zhang Jian waved and smiled, "I'll be pleased as long as you live your life."

With that, he scrolled up the finished landscape painting and put it in a splendid bag, then handed it to Wang Yan.

Wang Yan cautiously took the picture scroll, clenching her teeth, and made up her mind, then knelt on one knee, "See you soon."

Before Zhang Jian had any reaction, she quickly stood up and rushed out of the gate. She shouted as running away, "I will definitely repay you, senior."

Zhang Jian was in a bit of distress situation and shook his head with a bitter smile, "Well..." He hadn't even had time to bring her a cup of tea.

The little yellow dog in the yard seemed to be awakened by the lively voice of the little girl. It raised its little head and glanced at the girl in plain clothes. There appeared to be a trace of ridicule hidden in its corner of the mouth. Then, it buried its little head in the grass and began to sleep again.