One person: He secluded himself for eighty years and cured Tian Jinzhong.

Chapter 21 Su Wuxian's Morning Grumpiness

The Wang family mansion in Beijing.

The first rays of morning sunlight fall on the neatly trimmed lawn.

This should have been a peaceful and beautiful morning, except...

"Buzzing..."

On the second-floor terrace of the villa, Su Wuxian was wearing pajamas, with a toothbrush in his mouth, his mouth full of foam, and a mouthwash cup in his hand.

He had a messy head of hair and looked gloomily at the woods and corners of the wall outside the villa.

"It's annoying."

Su Wuxian spat out the foam in his mouth, his brows furrowed.

"Where did all these flies come from so early in the morning?"

In his perception, there were at least twenty or thirty streams of Qi lurking around the villa.

Some hid in the trees, some lay in the grass, and one even disguised itself as a trash can.

These people's gazes swept across the villa like searchlights, and they even tried to use their Qi to investigate the situation inside.

This seriously disrupted Su Wuxian's enjoyment of taking a nap.

"My senior brother drank too much last night, and my second senior brother is probably just falling asleep now..."

Su Wuxian glanced at the next room, where Zhang Zhiwei's deafening snoring could be heard.

"If I get woken up by these flies, my senior brother will start nagging me endlessly."

Su Wuxian sighed and threw the toothbrush into the cup.

"Forget it, let the parents take the trouble and help the kids clean up."

......

Outside the villa, in the bushes.

Two men in camouflage were lying on the ground, holding high-powered binoculars, observing the movement of the villa.

"Hey, third brother, did you see who those people were who came back with Wang Ye yesterday?"

"I didn't see clearly, the old man was covered up like a dumpling. But judging from his appearance, he's probably just a bodyguard or a feng shui master hired by Wang Weiguo."

The man referred to as the third brother curled his lip in disdain:

"We're from the Art of Techniques sect. Master Kui said that all we need to do is keep a close eye on Wang Ye and not let him escape. As for the others? Pshaw, they're just ordinary mortals."

On the other side of the tree, several Wang family spies were also exchanging hushed conversations.

"The patriarch has ordered that we must teach Wang Ye a lesson today! The moment that Wang Ye shows his face, we'll..."

This group is plotting how to cause trouble.

Sudden.

A strange fluctuation rippled out from the second floor of the villa without warning.

The ripples were silent, yet they were like a gentle spring breeze, instantly sweeping across every corner within a radius of five hundred meters.

Double-handed, blue-handed, group hallucination, square dance auntie version.

"Buzz—"

The third brother, who was lying in the grass, suddenly felt a "ding" in his head.

Immediately afterwards, the previously tense surveillance mission was completely forgotten.

An irrepressible, rhythmic desire surged up from the depths of my soul.

A stirring background music automatically started playing in his mind:

"My love lies on the vast horizon; flowers are blooming at the foot of the rolling green hills."

"I can't take it anymore... my feet... they're acting on their own!"

The third brother was horrified to find that he had actually emerged from the bushes and involuntarily assumed a seductive starting stance.

It wasn't just him.

The Wang family spy in the tree, the imposter in the trash can, and the eyes and ears in every corner...

As if possessed, they all jumped out of their hiding places and gathered in unison at the villa's main entrance.

......

Ten minutes later.

Wang Weiguo was awakened by a burst of energetic rhythmic sounds.

"What's going on? Who's renovating their house so early in the morning?"

Wang Weiguo, wearing a bathrobe, angrily pushed open the gate and walked into the courtyard.

Then, he witnessed a scene he would never forget.

All I could see was the grand entrance to my own villa.

More than twenty men and women dressed in various styles, including camouflage, night clothes, and beggar's clothes, were lined up in a neat square formation.

Their faces were expressionless, their eyes vacant, but their movements were uniform, powerful, and vigorous.

Twist to the left, twist to the right.

Clap your hands, spin around, kick your legs.

The precision of their movements and the accuracy of their rhythm were even more professional than the backup dancers on the Spring Festival Gala.

"One, two, three, four! Two, two, three, four! Change positions! Let's do it again!"

Although there was no music, the synchronized stomping and clapping created a sense of "the most dazzling ethnic style".

"What...what kind of performance art is this?"

Wang Weiguo was dumbfounded.

At this moment, Wang Ye, sporting a messy Taoist hairstyle, walked out yawning, followed by Zhang Chulan, who also looked completely bewildered.

"Dad, what's wrong? Why is it so noisy?"

"Xiao Ye, look at the door..." Wang Weiguo pointed outside, "These are the... cheerleaders you hired?"

Wang Ye stared intently, and his lips twitched violently.

He knows these people!

Isn't that the lead dancer Chen Jinkui's eldest apprentice?

Isn't that the Wang family's retainer who's wiggling his butt like crazy in the back?

These experts who used to be so arrogant are now acting like they've eaten poisonous mushrooms.

"This...this is possession, isn't it?" Zhang Chulan swallowed hard, finding the scene both bizarre and amusing.

Just then, Su Wuxian's lazy voice came from the second-floor terrace:

"Oh, everyone's awake?"

Everyone looked up.

Su Wuxian had already finished washing up and changed into a crisp white shirt.

He was leaning on the railing, munching on an apple, with a look of utter amusement on his face.

"I saw these young men lying outside early in the morning, and I was worried they would get cold, so I helped them stretch their muscles."

"How was it? Was the dance pretty good? I choreographed it based on the movements of Aunt Wang from our village."

Wang Ye: "..."

Zhang Chulan: "..."

It really was this guy's doing!

What kind of terrifying ability is this?

Is the square dancing group being forcibly controlled?

What kind of twisted sense of humor is this?!

"Senior Su...you..." Wang Ye said with a wry smile, "Aren't you afraid they'll ruin their lives jumping around?"

"It won't be a disaster." Su Wuxian took a bite of his apple. "It's just that when they wake up later, they might feel a little awkward. But it's okay, as long as they themselves aren't embarrassed, it's others who will be."

The voice just fell.

Su Wuxian snapped his fingers.

"Smack."

The twenty-odd people who were frantically twisting their waists at the entrance suddenly froze.

The background music in my head suddenly stopped.

He stood on both feet at the same time.

Intelligence has once again taken the lead.

The lead dancer, the "third one," blinked, looked at his hands raised above his head in a "orchid finger" gesture, and then looked at the crowd of onlookers.

An extremely shameful memory flooded my mind.

He just... did the Yangko dance here for half an hour??

And in front of the target person?!

"Aaaaaah!!!"

The third brother let out a pig-like scream, covered his face, and, no longer caring about the mission, turned and ran.

"A ghost! There's a ghost here!!"

The other spies also realized what was happening, their faces turning red with shame and indignation, and they scattered and fled in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, the doorway was spotless, leaving only a mess of footprints.

"They ran away already?"

Su Wuxian shook his head in disappointment: "Young people these days have such poor mental fortitude."

Wang Weiguo, watching from downstairs, was dumbfounded. It took him a while to react. Pointing at Su Wuxian upstairs, he excitedly said to Wang Ye:

"This person is quite capable!"

"Quick! Tell the kitchen to prepare breakfast! I want to have a couple of drinks with Master Su!"

Wang Ye sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation.

Looking up at Su Wuxian, who looked completely innocent, he felt an unprecedented sense of security.

Is this the method of our "ancestors"?

It nourishes things silently, and kills without a knife.

Wang family?

Chen Jinkui?

Compared to this person, your schemes and tricks are really like children playing house.

......

at the same time.

Somewhere in Beijing, at the Wang Family Villa.

Wang Ai was sitting in a grand chair, listening to his subordinates' report.

"What did you say?"

Wang Ai frowned, looking at the several scouts who had run back, their faces flushed and panting:

"You didn't see anyone? They just danced in the square for half an hour and came back?"

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

Wang Ai was so angry that she smashed the teacup over.

He received the news yesterday that the three masters had come to Beijing.

Although he didn't know exactly what had happened, he guessed that this must be a show of force from Su Wuxian.

"Fine... fine, Su Wuxian."

A sinister glint flashed in Wang Ai's eyes:

"You really think you're invincible? There's nothing I can do about you?"

"Since you refuse to listen to reason and are forced to drink the penalty cup, then don't blame me for being ruthless."

Wang Ai turned to the butler beside her, took out a gold-embossed invitation from her pocket, and tossed it over:

"Go! Take this to Wang Ye's house."

"Tell Zhang Zhiwei and Su Wuxian."

"Tonight, I'm hosting a banquet at 'Drunken Immortal Pavilion,' inviting the Ten Elders to join me and give them a welcome feast!"

Even if you're the absolute best, I'll still suppress you!

"I'd like to see if they dare to come to this trap!"