Chapter 406 Happy Birthday, Brother Huaiyu

As they were talking, suddenly, everyone's face changed drastically, and in the blink of an eye, Xuan Yue was the only one left in the room.

Xuan Yue: ...These people run quite fast.

Buckle buckle.

There was a knock on the door from outside.

Xuan Yue's body trembled for no reason, she pulled her clothes tighter, walked to the bed quietly and lay down, pretending to be disturbed and replied softly, "I'm already asleep, we can talk tomorrow if there's anything."

"If you don't open the door, I'll push it open myself."

A familiar female voice sounded outside the door.

Xuan Yue trembled unconsciously, "Donor, I have already entered into meditation. If you have anything to say, we can talk tomorrow."

The person outside tutted impatiently, "I'll count to three."

"three two……"

Xuan Yue: ...Well, there is no way to avoid this disaster.

He stood up tremblingly, "The door is not locked, just go in..."

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The door has been pushed open.

Meeting the eyes of the expressionless person outside the door, Xuan Yue's body trembled twice, and his mind raced wildly thinking about how to get away with this matter.

The visitor smiled and said, "Happy birthday, Brother Huaiyu."

Xuan Yue was stunned.

……

The house was dead silent.

Taoist Priest Xuan Yue, also known as Xu Huaiyu by Yang Fan, sat nervously on a chair wearing thick clothes, his eyes following Yang Fan all the time.

I kept cursing those ungrateful ghosts in my heart.

(Master Xuan Yue was previously Second Senior Brother Xu Huaiyu. To avoid confusion, we will still address him as Master Xuan Yue.)
Yang Fan crossed his arms and looked at the pile of things, clicking his tongue in disdain. "Wheelchairs, toilet stools, health care products, thermal underwear... The senior brothers are quite considerate."

The little white tiger followed at her feet, curiously circled around those things and sniffed them. The smell of these things was very familiar to it, the same as the smell of the express deliveries in the post station, neither of them were things from the mortal world.

Taoist Xuan Yue laughed dryly twice, "I also think they are very considerate."

"I've told them before not to buy these useless things, but they just won't listen."

"They are all infernal stuff, how can I use them? Hahaha..."

"How about I help you convert all of these," Yang Fan pointed at the items and suggested seriously, "One hundred thousand yuan each, so that they won't be wasted."

Taoist Xuan Yue: “No need!”

He was not willing to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars on such a pile of junk!
Besides, considering their relationship, it was too much for her to charge him so much money.

Yang Fan shrugged, turned around and went back to the chair next to Taoist Xuan Yue and sat down. The little white tiger then jumped onto her legs.

Yang Fan leaned sideways to open the box on the table, revealing an exquisite birthday cake inside. He then took out two number candles, 5 and 6, and inserted them. With a light tap of his fingertips, the two candles were instantly lit.

"Come on, make a wish."

Taoist Xuan Yue was a little confused by her series of actions, but after hearing her words, he closed his eyes and made three wishes sincerely.

I hope Yang Fan won’t beat me.

I hope Yang Fan won’t beat me.

I hope Yang Fan...

He suddenly opened his eyes, looked at her, and closed them again.

...happy and joyful.

After making the three wishes, Taoist Xuan Yue blew out the candles and looked at Yang Fan, waiting for her to speak.
Yang Fan took off the two numbers without saying a word, took the plastic cake knife and divided the cake into three equal parts.

One for Taoist Xuan Yue, one for her, and one for Little White Tiger.

After dividing the cake, Yang Fan picked up the fork and started eating the cake. The little white tiger did the same, eating the cake. "Eat it, this cake is delicious. I waited in line for two minutes when I bought it."

Taoist Xuan Yue looked at the cake and hesitated, "Only waited in line for two minutes?"

"Ah."

"You're not going to buy a pre-made cake?"

Will he get diarrhea if he eats this pre-made cake? He is too old to withstand such torture.

Yang Fan paused while eating the cake and looked up. "Do you want to eat it or not? If not, give it to me."

"Eat, eat, eat. How could I not eat the cake you gave me?"

Taoist Xuan Yue smiled as brightly as a chrysanthemum. He picked up a fork, scooped out a large piece of cake and put it into his mouth.

The cake is sweet but not greasy and very delicious.

Taoist Xuan Yue hummed in amazement, "This cake is delicious! It's better than the cakes Yan Qing and the others bought!"

"Which store did you buy it from? Can you buy it online? Give me a link and I'll buy a few more."

"I can't order it online, so I'll bring you two more when I come back tomorrow."

"Then contact me when you buy it tomorrow and I'll choose the flavor."

"it is good."

The two chatted idly, and no one mentioned why Yang Fan was here.

When they were almost halfway through eating, Yang Fan suddenly asked.

"By the way, Second Senior Brother, do you know who is recording the Taoist temple's historical records?"

Taoist Xuan Yue's hands trembled as he dug into the cake. He pretended to be calm and asked, "What's wrong? Why do you ask this question?"

"Nothing, I just want to know which bastard wrote the Historical Records. I want to talk to him about why he wrote me off."

Yang Fan locked his eyes on Taoist Xuan Yue, "Brother, you are the head of the sect, you should know who it belongs to."

Taoist Xuan Yue appeared calm on the surface, but was panicking on the inside. "I know, but so many years have passed, that disciple has already been reincarnated."

"That's not a problem. Just tell me who it is and I'll go to the underworld to find out who his reincarnation is and settle the score with him."

Yang Fan pounded the table angrily, and Taoist Xuan Yue's body trembled along with the table. "After all, I was so outstanding back then, how could I not write a bold and colorful chapter in the Taoist temple history?"

"Yan Qing, Tang Yuanyuan and other disciples have never heard of my name."

"This is too much, don't you think, Senior Brother Huaiyu?"

Taoist Priest Xuan Yue: ...

How can he say that he was the one who recorded the Records of the Grand Historian?

Taoist Xuan Yue laughed dryly twice, "Yang Fan, senior brothers, do you think that we all remember your contribution to the common people? The historical records were also written by humans, so it is inevitable that there will be omissions."

Yang Fan said meaningfully, "You overlooked a person as big as me, and none of you noticed. You didn't do it on purpose, did you?"

Taoist Xuan Yue's smile was a little forced, "How is that possible? How could we miss you?"

"That's it."

"Yeah, that's it."

Yang Fan stuffed the last bite of cake into his mouth and said, "I can only believe your answer."

Taoist Xuan Yue chuckled twice, then quickly lowered his head to eat the cake. His movements of eating the cake became faster and faster. He felt an intriguing gaze above his head.

It seemed like Yang Fan really came just to celebrate his birthday. After eating the cake, he left without saying anything.

When he was about to leave, he met another person who came to celebrate Taoist Xuan Yue's birthday.

"Why are you here?"

The person who came was Qi Ming, and he looked at Yang Fan with some surprise.