The old lunatic drooled a bit and suddenly reached out to grab Yang Ruxinâs chopsticks.
Yang Ruxin quickly flipped her wrist to dodge the sneak attack.
The old man was clearly startled for a moment, obviously not expecting a little girl to be faster than him. He promptly reached out again, this time aiming for the plate.
Yu Qingge and Wei Yao, seeing this, quickly got up and ran away. Yang Ruxin had secretly instructed them earlier, letting them know that this old man was not simple and to act accordingly. Now that a fight was breaking out, they couldnât help much, but they also didnât want to be a hindrance.
In just a split second, the old man and Yang Ruxin had exchanged seven or eight moves at the dining table, but the old man had not gained any advantage.
Yang Ruxin was actually very nervous. The only reason she could confront the old man was thanks to her keen perception. By staring closely into his eyes at such a close distance, she could clearly predict his next move and stop it in advance, giving the old man the impression he was dealing with a master.
The old man grew more excited, but Yang Ruxin found it increasingly difficult. After all, perception required considerable physical and mental effort, which was okay for a short time but not sustainable.
Fortunately, after ten moves, the old man stopped: "You little girl, are you deliberately trying to irritate me?"
Yang Ruxin secretly sighed in relief but outwardly said, "Not pretending anymore?"
"Not pretending." The old lunatic stood up and walked out, "Save the food for me, Iâll go change my clothes."
"Sister, he..." Yu Qingge finally came over.
"Heâs your sisterâs mentor." Yang Ruxin laughed, but inwardly couldnât help grumbling, how is he just like that old man Dao Xuzi? Didnât that old man also pretend to be pitiful to gain sympathy at first? She imagined him to be a sage-like master but didnât expect him to be so goofy.
"How come he matches so well with your master Dao Xuzi?" Yu Qingge touched her chin.
"What matches? Who matches him?" Just then, a handsome old man, now clad in a white robe with white hair and beard, floated over. If he didnât speak, he really looked the part of a sage.
Yu Qingge stuck out her tongue, caught red-handed but not feeling guilty, instead pouted, "You and that old Dao Xuzi are just alike."
"Nonsense! How can that doddering old man compare to me?" Changyangzi rolled his eyes at Yu Qingge, "Little girl, no taste."
Yang Ruxinâs mouth twitched, but she still stood up to pay her respect: "Greetings, Master Changyang."
"Whatâs with the âMasterâ nonsense, call me teacher." Changyangzi waved his hand, "But girl, how did you see through me?"
"Your acting was too clumsy." Yu Qingge rolled her eyes at Changyangzi, "This is the Gluttonous Store; itâs full of martial aristocrats. Iâve been here so many days, thereâs never been a beggar coming for food, especially not one sitting openly at the entrance like you."
Changyangzi rubbed his nose: "Looks like I made a misstep."
"When Dao Xuzi came to our village, he used the same trick." Yang Ruxin spread her hands, "And, when Gu Di and the others saw you prancing around without approaching, it showed they knew who you were... with so many clues, if I still couldnât guess your identity, I wouldnât deserve to mingle here."
"And you knew it was me but still didnât give me food?" Changyangzi suddenly flared up, reached out and grabbed the table, "Itâs all mine, none for you!" As he finished speaking, both he and the table disappeared.