Ah Jiu found that he really could not understand Wufu anymore. Just now in the garden, during their conversation, her sharp insights and logical analysis had impressed him greatly, making him think that this girl possessed great wisdom.
But in the blink of an eye, she had changed her demeanor completely, becoming wicked and roguish.
Both righteous and evil seemed to fit her perfectly.
But no matter what, when it came to being an assassin, Ah Jiu absolutely did not approve, especially because she was such a young girl.
"I admit your martial arts skills lean a bit towards the unorthodox, but the Kung Fu of assassins is far above yours. I suppose you don’t know Qinggong, do you?" Ah Jiu eyed her and blurted out.
Watching her climb trees on the mountain, he had felt it was strange. Since she knew martial arts, why didn’t she use Qinggong? Later, he guessed that she probably did not know how.
Wufu shook her head: "Not at all." Then she asked, "Is there really such Kung Fu as Qinggong and Floating on Water?"
Ah Jiu’s mouth twitched: "Considering you don’t even understand this, you still dare to harbor such thoughts?"
Wufu chuckled: "Isn’t it because I’m worried about making a living? Killing... well, alright, being a bodyguard or something, it pays well."
For some reason, Ah Jiu felt the urge to roll his eyes, but his upbringing stopped him.
He took a deep breath and said, "Just for the sake of making a living, you consider murder?" Are you some kind of a maniacal killer?
"Of course not," Wufu stated. "Even if I were to become an assassin, I would be one with principles. I would never take orders for severe crimes and outright wickedness."
Ah Jiu scoffed, "So you fancy yourself a ’righteous’ assassin then?"
"Naturally," Wufu replied, her chin slightly raised.
Seeing her smugness, Ah Jiu almost lost control, grinding his teeth: "Luckily Mrs. Zhou isn’t here, or she might faint upon hearing your absurd ideas."
Wufu thought to herself that she had even more absurd ideas, not only to become a mercenary capable of both killing and protecting but also to create a Mercenary Corps.
"If you’re truly only trying to solve your financial problems, why not follow me?" Ah Jiu saw her contemplative expression and blurted out.
Upon hearing this, Wufu’s head shot up: "Follow you?" She laughed, pointing at herself: "Does Ninth Master think Wufu has the virtue and ability to be someone for warming your bed?"
She glanced at her own chest. Although it had developed, when it came to being voluptuous, she still had a way to go.
Ah Jiu’s face flushed red, and he said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
What does she think she is!
Wufu said with a half-smile, "Ancient men had three wives, four concubines, maids, and concubines aplenty. I’m still aware of that much."
"You have intelligence and strategy, and I am in need of an Adviser," Ah Jiu coughed and said. "Rest assured, I will not treat my people unfairly, and your family will also be secured."
Wufu looked into his eyes deeply, as if probing the significance of his words.
"Didn’t you also capture the Flower-Picking Thief before? In just a few days, you brought him to justice. Such acumen is something even the people around me lack. I need such a capable person too," Ah Jiu drew out another reason to recruit her.
But was it really just because he needed a clever Adviser?
Was there truly no one around him who could match her?
At that point, even Ah Jiu himself didn’t have a clear answer; it seemed as though the thought had spontaneously appeared without passing through his brain.
Rather than letting her embark on a wicked path, becoming some sort of despicable assassin, it would be better for her to follow him.
Thinking this, Ah Jiu looked into Wufu’s eyes and said, "If you follow me, you won’t lack for luxuries and fine clothes."
"Then, how much silver can you offer?" Wufu smiled and shot back a question.