Chapter 30: Gathering at the restaurant.

"None of the scabbards in the store are worthy of this divine object. I wonder what kind of scabbard you want, and what material it is made of?"

"I don't want a scabbard, I want a sword case. Can you make one?"

"Sir, you should know that in this land of Kyoto where every inch of land is worth a lot of money, there is still a blacksmith shop like ours. Why do you think so?"

Li An nodded: "Of course the material must be the best. Don't worry about the weight. It must be able to hold ten swords. Let me describe the functions I need for you."

In fact, Li An has his own system space, so he naturally doesn't need these instruments.

But sometimes it is not convenient to take things out directly from it.

Just imagine, during a fight among many people, Ang Lee suddenly pulls out a huge sword out of thin air to fight the enemy. Who can accept this?
Unless Li An kills everyone present to prevent future troubles, but he can't always kill everyone just to be prepared. If this continues, how bad will Li An's reputation become? To say that he has killed countless people is an understatement.

In order to avoid this trouble, Li An decided to make a sword box as soon as possible. This way, even if he suddenly took something out in the future, he would have an excuse.

Of course, Li An also had an idea, that is, in some special occasions, this sword box can also be used as a shield to block attacks.

After explaining things to Master Tian, ​​he paid a deposit, asked him to copy the shape of the Tianwen Sword, and told him to use the best materials. Li An then tied the sword with leather again and returned to the carriage. After that, the carriage headed towards the restaurant.

When Li An arrived at Yunlai Restaurant, it was already noon.

After getting off the carriage, the servant operated the carriage and continued to move slowly forward.

Li An looked around. People were coming and going on the street, and even the restaurant was full of people coming in and out. Looking at the first floor of the restaurant, it was dinner time, and he saw many people already eating in the lobby.

"Brother Li, this! Look up." Fan Xian's voice came from above the restaurant.

Li An looked up, nodded to Fan Xian, then entered the restaurant and went up to the second floor.

He came to the table where Fan Xian was, put "Heavenly Questions" aside, and sat on the chair.

Fan Xian smiled slightly and said hurriedly: "Brother Li, I thought you were not coming." He looked at the things in Li An's hand and guessed what was wrapped in leather. "What's wrong? You still bring your stuff with you when you go out."

"No, I promised you that I would come naturally. As for this thing, I didn't bring it with me on purpose. It's just that I have finally gone out for a trip, so I thought of making a box for it." Li An explained.

Fan Xian nodded and said loudly, "Serve the food!" After hearing this, the waiter ran downstairs and started to get busy.

Turning around, he introduced Li An, "Brother Li, let me introduce you. This is my sister, Fan Ruoruo, the most talented woman in Kyoto. Ruoruo, this is my best friend, Brother Li An, hurry up and call someone."

Fan Ruoruo's voice was very polite, and she said softly, "Ruoruo greets you, sir." Then she turned around and patted Fan Xian, "Brother! What are you talking about? The most talented woman? Others may not know, but how could your friends not know? You wrote the Dream of the Red Chamber, and I just circulated it through my hand."

Li An smiled at Fan Ruoruo: "Ruoruo, hello, I am Li An."

Fan Xian said with a smile, "That's right. Others call you the most talented woman in Kyoto. As for the Red Mansion, I have said it many times. It was written by a great man named Cao. I am just repeating it."

Looking at the look in Li An's eyes, Fan Xian miraculously blushed for the first time.

After all, it was too embarrassing. Although I had been a plagiarist more than once, this was the first time I was exposed in front of my "fellow villagers". Is there anything more embarrassing than this? I was socially dead.

Fortunately, a young man's voice rang out, interrupting Fan Xian's toes that were about to dig through the second floor of the restaurant: "Are you the friend my brother mentioned?" Li An looked over and saw a slightly fat boy with a few moles on his face, who was looking at him with resentment.

Fan Ruoruo raised her voice a little and said, "How can you be so disrespectful to my brother's friends!"

The slightly arrogant young man shuddered when he heard this, and quickly lowered his head, muttering, "It's you who made me spend more money."

Li An looked at this scene and found it funny. Looking at Fan Ruoruo, she was indeed a bit oppressive when she got angry. It was just that from the outside, she looked even cuter, but for Fan Sizhe, who had been disciplined by her sister for a long time, it was not such a good experience.

Fan Xian said, "This is my younger brother, the eldest son of the Fan family, Fan Sizhe. Sizhe, call someone."

Fan Sizhe then looked up reluctantly and whispered, "Hello."

"Hello." Li An nodded to him.

Seeing that everyone was familiar with each other, Fan Xian poured tea for Li An and explained, "You know my situation. When I was young and corresponded with Ruoruo, I saw that she was too bored, so I thought of writing down the book "Dream of Red Mansions" and giving it to her to relieve my longing and kill time. Haha, you didn't misunderstand, did you?"

Looking at Fan Xian's smiling face, Li An smiled slightly, did not expose him, and drank a cup of tea he poured to show that he understood.

Fan Ruoruo suddenly asked Li An, "Ruoruo, please follow my brother and call the teacher Brother Li. Brother Li, I have heard from my brother since I was a child that this Red Mansion was described to him by a gentleman named Cao. Brother Li and my brother have always lived in Danzhou. I wonder if you have heard of this person?"

Fan Xian quickly shot him a look, the implication of which was self-evident.

Li An avoided Fan Xian's gaze, and answered Fan Ruoruo's question with a teasing look on his face: "No."

Fan Ruoruo chuckled happily, like a blooming lily: "Brother, I told you that it was written by you! You are so talented, but you have always refused to say it. I also know your concerns, but now that you have returned to the Fan Mansion, why do you still have to hide it?"

Fan Xian gnashed his teeth and said to Li An, "You are such a good liar."

Not to be outdone, Li An replied, "You have a really good memory. You can even memorize such a long book!"

Fan Ruoruo nodded after hearing this. This was completely confirmed that the book Red Mansion was indeed written by her brother: "Look, if someone else told you about it, how could an ordinary person remember so much content? And I also wrote to grandma and she said that there was no such person named Cao who visited the mansion at all."

Fan Xian had given up and just wanted to drag Li Ang into the water, so he said, "Okay, I admit it, I wrote the book Dream of the Red Chamber! Are you satisfied now? But when it comes to talent, this Brother Li in front of me is more talented than me!" Fan Xian thought, we all come from the same place, can't we all write a few lines of poetry?

It's not unfair to say that you are talented. If you are asked to be a plagiarist, I will not be the only one who is embarrassed!
Looking at Fan Ruoruo's slightly open mouth due to surprise, Li An surprisingly did not deny it.

After all, I will live in this world in the future, and there is no guarantee that I will compose a poem or two at special times. If I don't deny it now, I won't have to explain the source later.

"Then next time you mention my 'works', please mix them together with your own 'works' and publish a collection of poems. We can split the profits 50-50, how about that?" After saying this, Ang Lee couldn't help laughing.

The other two didn't understand what Li An was laughing at. Only Fan Xian understood the point and was also amused by what he said. He nodded and agreed, "Okay! Hahahaha, then we'll split it 50-50."

Finally, Li Ang's mouth was shut.

　Sometimes when I’m typing while listening to a song, my thoughts are inexplicably distracted by the song, and when I come back to my senses, an hour has passed.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)