In the early morning, Chi Chaan woke up in the house arranged by [Bichao Pavilion].
On a new day, what awaits him is not retreat.
He had just woken up and was about to open the door to cook a bowl of porridge to drink. But the moment he opened the door, a small mountain of greeting cards was piled outside his door.
"Huh?" Chi Chaan casually took out a book from it. The meaning on it was that he wanted to invite him to have a meal and cultivate feelings.
"Haha, as expected, someone came to hug me right away." Chi Chaan looked at the invitation and smiled involuntarily.
"Someone just brought me the materials that caused the fire."
Chi Chuan walked into the kitchen with a few greeting cards. As soon as the greeting cards embedded in the silk towel touched the flame of the oil lamp on the table, they were instantly ignited.
Chi Chuan threw all the invitations into the earthen stove to serve as kindling materials for cooking. Chi Chuan also used these invitations to cook a bowl of porridge with peace of mind.
Just after cooking a bowl of porridge, Chi Chaan took him to the bedroom and placed it on the table. He squinted at the [Green Faced Ghost] Drifter Knife hanging beside the bed.
I pulled out the rogue knife and waved it around the forehead of the bowl of porridge a few times. The steaming white porridge immediately became cool and delicious.
[Green-faced Ghost] Chi Chaan placed the table next to the main seat in the living room. After sitting down, he took a small sip of the porridge and looked through the remaining greeting cards.
It has to be said that the words on those greeting cards are almost the same, they all invite Chi Chaan to have a meal and connect with each other.
Chi Chaan didn't look at it for too long. After finishing the porridge, he moved the greeting cards to the corner by the wall. Then he sat cross-legged on the bed and began a day of meditation practice.
But as soon as he entered the state of meditation, someone knocked on his door.
"Who is it? Didn't the Pavilion Master explain it to me? No one is allowed to disturb my practice!"
Chi Chaan shouted outside.
"Four gentlemen, it's me." The voice of Pavilion Master Ji Zian came from outside the room.
Ji Zian came to see me? Is there anything important that would require the master of [Bichao Pavilion] to come to him in person?
Chi Chuan was confused, then got out of bed and opened the door for Ji Zian.
As soon as he opened the door, the first thing he saw was the whisk in Ji Zian's hand, and the second thing he saw was the person behind Ji Zian.
An old man in his sixties stood behind Ji Zian, with a tattered wooden knife stuck in his waist. His gray-white robes were washed very clean. Even if the dust raised came close to the clothes, they would be immediately picked up by the old man. The energy emanating from his body was shaken away. Although there are white hairs on the top of his head, there are only a few of them. They are tied up by a hairpin made of coral roots, which makes the old man look particularly energetic.
The person Ji Zian brought was Gu Xunhuan, the old pavilion master of [Haixi Pavilion], and only Gu Xunhuan, the pavilion master of [Haixi Pavilion], was qualified to let Ji Zian lead the way.
"My little friend, after not seeing you for a day, your aura has changed drastically." Gu Xunhuan smiled at Chi Chaan in front of the door.
"It turns out to be senior." Chi Chaan narrowed his eyes. "What do you want from me?"
"It's okay, but you can't let me, an old man, stand all the time. Please welcome me into the house quickly."
After saying that, Gu Xunhuan passed Ji Zian and walked into Chi Chaan's house.
When passing Ji Zian, Gu Xunhuan spoke to the master of the [Bichao Pavilion] behind him, "Next, I want to talk to the four gentlemen about some personal matters. Xiao An, if you have anything to do, go ahead and do it first." Well, you don’t have to stay here anymore.”
"Yes, uncle." After Ji Zian bowed respectfully to Gu Xunhuan, he turned around and left Chi Chaan's house.
Before Chi Chaan could respond and let Gu Xunhuan enter the house, Gu Xunhuan had already entered Chi Chaan's house one step ahead.
As soon as he entered the house, Gu Xunhuan sat on the main seat in the living room just like the original owner of the house.
Chi Chaan looked at the self-prepared Gu Xunxuan and couldn't help but shook his head, but he had no other choice.
"Then why did senior come to see me?" Chi Chaan walked to the side and sat down on the guest seat.
"You said that you are a gentleman and you should know etiquette very well.
ah. Why don't you prepare a cup of tea when guests come? Gu Xunhuan's face darkened and he looked at Chi Chaan.
"I thought that senior would be leaving soon, so I made my own decision and didn't prepare any tea. Let me ask you now, do you really want a cup of tea?"
"Yes, I want a cup of tea." Gu Xunhuan replied seriously.
"Okay, junior, let's get ready now." Chi Chaan got up from the guest seat, left the house and went to the bedroom inside to get the earthenware pot for making tea.
Arriving at the bedroom, Chi Chaan directly held the earthenware pot in his hand and walked out of the bedroom without turning on the small stove fire.
When Chi Chaan walked in front of Gu Xunhuan, the spout of the earthenware pot in his hand began to emit slightly hot water mist.
Gu Xunhuan glanced sideways at the earthenware pot in Chi Chaan's hand, then turned his gaze back to the object in his hand.
Just listen to Gu Xunhuan say: "This knife is not bad, the Xie family is really willing to give it to you."
Then Gu Xunhuan pulled out the bronze-colored Drifter knife in his hand, and the cold and sharp sword energy directly caused the water in the earthen pot held by Chi Chaan to return to normal room temperature.
Gu Xunhuan looked carefully at the [Green Faced Ghost] which he said was an immortal thing, and touched the blade of [Green Faced Ghost] with his fingertips. Gu Xunhuan slid his fingertips over [Green Faced Ghost]. Faced Ghost] After that, Chi Chaan saw clearly that Gu Xunhuan's fingertips had the appearance of red frostbite.
Chi Chao's eyes narrowed slightly. A weapon that could damage the body of a holy master was indeed unusual.
"Are you really planning to use this knife?" Gu Xunhuan asked in a confirming tone.
"Yes." Chi Chao nodded, "Except for the finals, I will use this rogue sword in every game after the selection."
"Do you know the origin of this knife?" Gu Xunhuan said again, his tone seemed to be persuasive.
"I don't know, can you tell me, senior?" Chi Chaan picked up the earthenware pot, held the bottom of the earthenware pot with his palm, and a shot of warm tea flowed out from the spout, and flowed into Gu Xunhuan's hand. in the porcelain cup.
"Senior, the tea you want." Chi Chaan pointed.
Looking at the still steaming tea, Gu Xunhuan smiled with satisfaction, and then put the [Green Faced Ghost] back into its scabbard.
Gu Xunhuan picked up the tea cup with his left hand and took a sip of tea, and then began to explain the origin of the Drifter Knife to Chi Chaan.
The original owner of [Green Faced Ghost] is the second immortal of Xi Kingdom - Wei Yingwu, whose courtesy name is Suzhou.
Wei Yingwu had a miserable life experience. He lost his father at the age of thirteen and his mother at the age of sixteen. It was his grandmother who raised him and arranged a good marriage for him. I thought that this grandmother should also enjoy a good life, but God's fate played a trick on me. When my grandmother was sewing new clothes for him, she accidentally knocked over the oil lamp, and the whole house burned down. The grandmother was burned even to the death of her body. No, just a handful of ashes. Later, his wife's family fell into decline, and Wei Yingwu had to take his wife to Pingcheng to seek refuge with a richer family member. But within a few years, Wei Yingwu's wife contracted a strange disease again, and died at home at the age of only twenty-five. Unfortunately, Wei Yingwu spent the whole day waiting for a friend to play chess outside, and only found out about his illness when he got home at night. My wife has lost her body temperature.
The pain of losing his wife made Wei Yingwu sink for a long time. He either shed tears every day or drank to get drunk. Outsiders saw this clearly, and his neighbors took pity on him and often helped him.
Suddenly one day, Wei Yingwu met someone who changed his life.
The streets that day were particularly deserted.
The cold wind was howling, and Wei Yingwu huddled up in a corner of the street and dozed off. In front of him, there was a broken pottery bowl with a few coins in it. Now he was no different from a wanderer, and his life was like a rogue. Rely on charity from outsiders.
It was on this day that a man wearing a large black robe came to Wei Yingwu's pottery bowl.
The man's face was hidden in the shadow of the black robe, and Wei Yingwu couldn't see it clearly.
"Beggar, are you a beggar?" The man in black robe said directly. "I heard that your life has been miserable. You lost your parents and your wife died young. How did you survive until now?"
Change to usual
When he was not very hungry, Wei Yingwu had already jumped up and beat the man in black robe away, but he was too hungry at that time and was too lazy to waste any more energy.
So Wei Yingwu answered casually: "Yes, yes, if you have money, give me some charity. If you don't have money, just go away and don't disturb the uncle's sleep."
"Master, do you still want to sleep? Haven't you woken up yet?" The man in black robe suddenly said something strange.
"Everything in the world is false, and there is no eternal beauty. Since the beauty will pass away, why should I pursue it? Isn't it better for me to just wait and see?"
Regardless of whether the man in black robe could understand it or not, Wei Yingwu still said this.
"Uncle, you can't think so." The man in black robe shook his head, and a mocking sound seemed to come from the shadows, "I regard beauty as a bunch of candied haws, and I eat them until not a single one is left. Is the beauty gone? If you think so, then should I eat the bunch of candied haws in my hand? For another example, I am about to give you three hundred dollars. If this is your beauty, then it will eventually Passed away, do you think I should give it to you or not?"
"Can you get three hundred dollars?" Wei Yingwu's interest seemed to be piqued.
"Of course...it can't be taken out." The man in black robe replied.
"Then those three hundred dollars are the beauty that will eventually pass away. I don't need it."
"What about the good things you had before? Do you think your parents, grandmother and wife are all good things that have passed away?" The man in black robe suddenly asked about "irrelevant" things.
"Yes, yes." Wei Yingwu answered very simply, with firm eyes.
"In your eyes, it should be eternal beauty, but just because of one wrong step, the beauty is gone. Is this your path in the future?"
"What did you say?" Wei Yingwu looked at the faceless man in black robes and said in panic.
"Hahaha!" The man in black robe suddenly laughed and said, "You can exchange this for three hundred dollars!"
The man in black robe took out a green vagabond knife from his arms, and then placed it on Wei Yingwu's pottery bowl.
Wei Yingwu could see that the Drifter Knife was extraordinary and must be worth three hundred dollars, but why did the other party say that to him before?
"I didn't expect that Xiguo's immortality used to be such a virtue." The man in black robe put down his rogue sword and walked away, disappearing into the cold wind. "What a [idle] person. There are no more empty mountains, and the ground is filled with flowers and water!"
"There are no more empty mountains? Flowers and water are flowing all over the ground?" Wei Yingwu listened to the last line of the poem uttered by the man in black, and there seemed to be a strange mystery in it.
