Yi Qi San Yuan

Chapter 640 The Origin of the Satchel

Times change, clouds rise and fall; it is not easy to survive in the surging tide of history.

Yan Shouyi could deeply understand why Zhu Ling was so angry.

As the saying goes, the tallest tree in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. If Fengyi Xuan did not position itself as a mere tailor but instead as a top-tier establishment, it would have long since been kicked off its pedestal.

It is precisely because they have maintained humility, even treating every guest with the posture of "servants," that they have stood tall for over six hundred years, becoming an ancient family.

Many folk sects have no successors and have even vanished from the world simply because they could not shed their pretenses.

Ancient medicine is the most typical example.

The ancient medical lineage was unwilling to disclose its prescriptions, allowing Western medicine to seize an opportunity. Now, the common people only trust Western practices, scoffing at the heritage passed down by their ancestors for millennia.

To give another simple and easy-to-understand example.

Many luxury goods counter salespersons, though merely sellers, act as if their own worth has increased because the goods they sell are expensive, and thus look down on their customers.

Little do they know that without those luxury goods, a salesperson is just an ordinary salesperson, no different from any other person.

Zhu Ling's angry education of Zhu Huansi was also an attempt to help Zhu Huansi put herself in the right place, lest Fengyi Xuan's centuries-old heritage be ruined by her.

Long Feicheng patted Zhu Ling on the back and said, "Old Zhu, don't be angry. As they say, we wouldn't have met if we hadn't fought..."

Zhu Ling was startled. Your understanding of "we wouldn't have met if we hadn't fought" seems a bit different from mine.

However, with Zhu Huansi gone, communication between Zhu Ling and Yan Shouyi became somewhat easier.

Zhu Ling asked, "May I ask your esteemed identity, young man..."

Yan Shouyi cupped his fists and said, "A descendant of Lu Ban, Yan Shouyi."

Zhu Ling was greatly surprised. "You're a descendant of Lu Ban! After all these years, there hasn't been a whisper of a Lu Ban descendant. I thought... ah, never mind that! Your friends..."

"This is my second uncle, Wei Changqing, also a descendant of Lu Ban. This is my wife, Lin Zitong; she is the next sect leader of the Lüshan School, and this..."

Yan Shouyi introduced them one by one, but when it came to Long Feicheng, he didn't know how to introduce him.

This fellow, apart from being the "Rongcheng Young Dragon of the Waves," seemed to have no other notable title.

Seeing this, Long Feicheng cleared his throat and introduced himself:

"Esteemed Mr. Zhu, I am the recipient of the 2006 US Weekly Person of the Year award, the Special Grand Prize winner of the 2008 Moving China Committee, the 2009 Global Guardian Award recipient, the 2012 World Apocalypse Survivor, and the 2022 Olympic Cup winner. However, none of the above is important. You just need to remember that my name is Long Feicheng."

Zhu Ling listened, utterly bewildered. He felt that Long Feicheng might be boasting, but these titles did not seem like something that could be obtained casually.

So, he coughed twice and said amicably, "Indeed, one cannot judge a person by their appearance!"

Wang Jiwang pulled Long Feicheng aside and asked in a low voice, "When did you acquire so many titles? Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning for bragging?"

"I'm not bragging!" Long Feicheng chuckled. "If you don't believe me, check on the internet yourself if these honors were awarded to me."

Wang Jiwang, unwilling to admit defeat, took out his phone and searched. He was instantly dumbfounded.

He gave Long Feicheng a thumbs-up. "You're amazing, I'm impressed."

"My pleasure."

After this introduction, Zhu Ling realized that Yan Shouyi's group was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, each with an extraordinary background.

At the same time, he regretted that his granddaughter had offended Yan Shouyi and his companions just now, and he apologized for it again.

Yan Shouyi, of course, did not take it to heart.

Zhu Ling said, "Every piece of clothing made by our Fengyi Xuan is registered, and I remember them all by heart. Young friend Yan, your grandfather's name is Yan Baixiang, isn't it? He is a remarkable man. The Fengyi Xuan headquarters in Yanjing was designed by him."

"I see." Mentioning his grandfather, Yan Shouyi couldn't help but feel a little moved.

Wei Changqing's expression also changed slightly.

Zhu Ling's gaze shifted downward, and he indeed saw Yan Shouyi's satchel. He smiled.

"That satchel you're wearing is also from our Fengyi Xuan."

"Oh?"

Yan Shouyi was startled. When he was in Qiantang, he had wanted to ask the night watchman Xu Zhiping about the origin of this satchel but never had the chance.

Unexpectedly, by chance, he encountered someone from Fengyi Xuan in Chang'an.

Zhu Ling said, "Take a look at the inside of your satchel's strap. Is there a small phoenix embroidered on it?"

"Indeed, there is."

Yan Shouyi didn't need to look. The satchel had been with him for many years, and he was perfectly clear about every detail.

"My grandfather gave me this satchel, and I don't know its origin. Please, Elder Zhu, tell me more." Yan Shouyi requested.

Zhu Ling was, of course, happy to explain:

"The material of this satchel is very special, containing a universe within. Although it's only this small, it can hold the space of a car inside. As for its craftsmanship, it is the foundation upon which Fengyi Xuan stands. It is a secret that is not passed down to those who are not family. I remember this satchel of yours was made by my eldest uncle, and it was likely his most satisfying work. It is a pity that he passed away some years ago."

Only now did Yan Shouyi understand the origin of the satchel.

At the same time, he felt a little disappointed.

He vaguely felt that the satchel had something to do with his mother, but now it seemed that was not the case.

"Hmm, young friend Yan, you just said this satchel was passed down to you by your grandfather?" Zhu Ling suddenly asked.

Yan Shouyi asked doubtfully, "Is there a problem?"

Zhu Ling frowned. "Because every piece made by Fengyi Xuan is registered and I am familiar with them all, I remember that this satchel doesn't seem to have been made for your grandfather, Yan Baixiang, but for a woman..."

Yan Shouyi seemed to recall something, and his eyes lit up. "What was her name?"

"This..." Zhu Ling smiled awkwardly, as if it were inconvenient to disclose.

Although the satchel was now with Yan Shouyi, Zhu Ling could not casually reveal information about his clients.

Seeing Zhu Ling's hesitant expression, Yan Shouyi said directly, "Was her name..."

Just as Yan Shouyi was about to say his mother's name, Wei Changqing suddenly interrupted, "Shouyi, don't ask anymore."

"Why?" Yan Shouyi looked at Wei Changqing in confusion.

"Your satchel was indeed left by your mother. As for anything more, don't inquire further." Wei Changqing, uncharacteristically, spoke so much in one go.

Yan Shouyi looked at Wei Changqing, his eyes filled with deep confusion.

Lin Zitong gently held his hand and said, "If we shouldn't ask, then let's not."

Wei Changqing's obstruction must have had his reasons, and regarding his mother, it seemed his father and grandmother were intentionally keeping secrets from him.

Yan Shouyi hesitated and decided not to ask more questions.

However, not asking did not mean he would truly stop investigating.

Wei Changqing's intervention this time only made Yan Shouyi certain that his mother was definitely not an ordinary person!

After all, what kind of ordinary person could receive a bag made by Fengyi Xuan, and one that was also the most satisfying work of Zhu Ling's eldest uncle!

The reason his father and others were hiding it from him must also not be a good one.

Therefore, Yan Shouyi decided to secretly investigate his mother's identity and find out why they were hiding it from him!