"It's great to farm, I'll farm at home. Big brother, do it well, farming can make you rich."

Du Wan'er patted the scar man on the shoulder and said kindly.

"Yes, yes, the girl said."

The scar man nodded immediately.

"Okay, let's go. Oh, by the way, tell that Brother Biao, if I meet him next time, he is still bullying people, I will also send him to the Great Buddha Temple. Goodbye!"

Du Wan'er stood up, and after saying that, she left.

Zhao Yan laughed in his heart for a long time.

This is the most fun threatening word he has ever seen in his life.

If you don’t obey, you will send you to the monk temple.

If you bully someone, you will be asked to chant scriptures by ringing bells.

Well, this idea is good. If your subordinates do something wrong in the future, they can send them to the temple for a January trip.

"Young Master Zhao, don't you leave?"

After walking a few steps, Du Wan'er found that Zhao Yan didn't follow him, and was in a daze and turned around and shouted.

"Hey, come."

Zhao Yan followed.

The two got into the car, and they didn't care about the gangsters on the ground.

"Miss Du, is your kung fu taught by a master?"

Zhao Yan asked curiously.

"There was a master who taught him for several months, but I never saw him again."

Du Wan'er said sadly.

It was really sad to think of her master and she would never see her again!

"Shi Ling is..."

Zhao Yan thought Du Wan'er would say that she was practicing it herself, but she didn't expect there was a master.

"Oh, my master! He is a monk who passed by Liushi Village to beg for alms. He said that I had excellent bones and taught me two sets of boxing techniques, and then left. Maybe I went back to their monk temple!"

Du Wan'er came to her senses, as if she had accidentally exposed something.

She felt very strange. She seemed to be by the side of Mr. Zhao next door, and she didn't seem to be at all prepared.

"Does Miss Du know which temple Ling Shi is from?"

Zhao Yan's heart moved.

He was a little suspicious that the one who taught Du Wan'er's kung fu was Monk Leyuan.

Monk Leyuan likes to come out to beg for alms without any trouble. He has been away from the temple for more than half a year.

Moreover, Du Wan'er's martial arts path looks similar to that in Bailong Temple in Beijing.

"I don't know, the master said it was a very secret place, and it was very remote."

Du Wan'er shook her head.

She is not a lie.

In modern times, the temple she lived in when she was a child was indeed very secretive. The outside world knows very little, only the village at the foot of the mountain knows it.

People in the village rarely communicate with the outside world.

"It's dark, Mr. Zhao, are you hungry? Are we going to eat something?"

Du Wan'er was worried that if Zhao Yan asked any further, she would reveal herself and quickly changed the topic.

"Okay, we're about to arrive in Shihe Town. I heard that there is a night market on the pier. Let's go there for some food before leaving!"

Zhao Yan didn't continue asking.

Leyuan told him not to rush to explore Xiao Fuxing. She has secrets, but it will not harm others. If she is too anxious, it will make Xiao Fuxing farther and farther away from you.

So, no matter how big the secret of his Xiao Fuxing is, as long as Xiao Fuxing doesn't want to tell, he will not forcefully ask.

From the moment Du Wan'er saved him, he had completely believed the words of Yuan.

"Young Master Zhao, you haven't even asked where you are from. Why are you so familiar with this place?"

Du Wan'er said curiously.

I knew there was a temple south of Qu County, and I also knew that there was a night market at the wharf in Shihe Town. It looked like people from Qu County.

"My ancestral home is Shangjing, that is, Beijing."
Chapter completed!