Xiang Jianjue heard the joke in Li Changting's words and immediately snorted: "It's okay if you don't believe me. There's no need to be polite. I can agree to your deal, but I can't guarantee that I can find that senior Qingxin."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."
Li Changting grinned, "If I can't find anyone, I think it will be a good journey if I can travel with Xiaoyou Xiang."
Xiang Jianjue's eyes twitched slightly when he heard this. Shouldn't he say such disgusting words to a woman?
Could it be that Li Changting has something...
Thinking that something was wrong, Xiang Jianjue felt a chill in his heart and turned around to leave without saying a word.
"Hey, little friend Xiang, wait for me."
Li Changting had no idea what was happening and hurriedly chased after him, only to see Xiang Jianjue flying away with his sword in fright.
"leave me alone!!"
"..."
It’s July again in Shuishui City.
The midday sun was particularly scorching, and few people walked around the streets of Dongcheng. The shops on the street were busy and quiet, except for the sound of bellows still coming from the Chen family's blacksmith shop.
Not long after, a customer came to the door, pulled his neck and shouted: "Shopkeeper, you are out doing business!"
"coming!"
A clear and sweet female voice came from the backyard, and then the sound of the bellows stopped, and a girl in fire clothes opened the door curtain and walked out quickly.
The girl's face was darkened by the smoke, and her black and white eyes looked particularly bright.
"Guest, what kind of weapon do you want? Our Chen family blacksmith shop has been passed down for three generations and is best at making swords..."
The girl familiarly introduced the various utensils in the shop. After a while, the deal was concluded, and the customer left with satisfaction holding the wooden sword box.
After watching the guests leave, the girl was about to go back to the backyard to help when a rough male voice came out first.
"No need to come over, it's almost time. Go change clothes."
"I know, Dad."
The girl responded and hurriedly ran to the well in the backyard to wash off the black dust on her face, revealing a childish and beautiful face. :
This girl is none other than Feng Feng.
After washing her face, Fengfeng combed her slightly messy hair again, and hurriedly ran into the house. A moment later, she came out wearing an apricot dress and carrying a book box in her hand.
The neighbor Widow Wang was passing by the backyard with her clothes basket in her arms. When she saw Fengfeng, she immediately frowned, put down her clothes basket and hurried over, urging:
"It's almost noon, why are you still at home? Hurry up, you're late, Master will scold you again."
Fengfeng stuck out her tongue, "I just want to help daddy a little longer."
"Then don't miss reading and literacy."
Widow Wang couldn't help cursing, "Your father didn't know how to find an extra helper. He only knows how to blacksmith all day long, and his brain is damaged?"
Fengfeng smiled as she listened to the chanting.
These words sounded harsh to her when she was a child, and she regarded Aunt Wang as a bad person. Only when she grew older did she realize how good Aunt Wang was.
Widow Wang walked to the door, muttered a few more times, then let go of Fengfeng's hand, turned around and went into the blacksmith shop. It didn't take long before she heard the curses all over her face.
Fengfeng took it for granted, put her bookcase on her back, turned her head and glanced at the closed door of Zifang opposite, and then ran away quickly.
It's been three years, and I don't know if Aunt Shu will come back.
"It's been three years."
Luo Hai sat behind the counter of the wine shop and crossed out the words "Nineth day of July" from the old almanac. Looking at Heihu lying on the counter with his eyes narrowed and dozing off, he couldn't help but sigh, "You really don't know anything about it." Aren’t you worried?”
"worry about what?"
Wang Tuo covered his mouth with his paw and yawned, and said slowly: "I promised to come back in two years, but it was an extra year for no reason. I won't settle the score with her."
Luo Hai was speechless and sighed in his heart, the demon clan has such a big heart.
"Shopkeeper, buy some wine."
"coming!"
Luo
Hai stood up and raised his head, but his eyes quickly passed over the guests who came in, and fell on the woman in white who passed by the door.
That back view looks so familiar!
"Tora-senpai!"
Luo Hai shouted subconsciously, but when he lowered his head, he saw that the counter was empty, and Wang Tuo was nowhere to be seen.
At the same time, Xiang Shu came to the gate of Zifang. A black light flashed on his shoulder, and a small black tiger appeared.
"Why have you been gone so long?"
Wang Tuo tilted his head, his eyes full of questions, "Even if the resentment increases slightly, it won't be half more, right?"
"Something delayed me."
Xiang Shu replied casually, and opened the door of Zifang that had been closed for three years. A musty smell suddenly hit his face.
She looked up at the mold spots all over the wall. The hanging calligraphy and paintings were also damp and rotten. As the wind blew in from outside, they fell to the ground with a splat.
Xiang Shu's face darkened, "Brother, is this how you look after your house?"
Wang Tuo looked embarrassed and smiled: "It's not that I forgot after drinking."
With a wave of his paw, he set off a gust of demonic wind. The mildew stains on the wall immediately faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into the original white walls. The furniture covered with dust and spider webs also took on a new look in an instant.
Then the evil wind blew up, and all the moldy and rotten calligraphy and paintings on the ground turned into fly ash, which was blown out of the sky by the evil wind and disappeared.
Xiang Shu walked into the house and waved his sleeves to attract a ray of sun outside the house, dispelling the last trace of humidity.
She sat down, took out a new stack of rice paper and spread it on the table. She was about to write a few words and hang it up again, but Wang Tuo suddenly held the back of her hand.
Wang Tuo pursed his lips towards the place where the black cat painting used to hang, "Look, Sister Chu, the paintings are all gone. Do you want to paint another one for me?"
Xiang Shen paused for a moment, then raised his eyes and raised his lips with a chuckle: "I think it's strange. With my brother's memory, no matter how much he drinks, he can't forget to take care of the writing shop. It turns out it was intentional."
Wang Tuo coughed guiltily, "Um...what could have delayed you for so long?"
Xiang Shen took up his pen and wrote the word "王" while saying, "Do you still remember Madman Jian?"
"Remember! Of course I remember. Did you see him?"
Wang Tuo looked surprised, "Grandpa Sword Madman is a figure from the same era as me. Logically speaking, he should not be able to leave the Secret Realm Pearl. I don't know how he escaped."
"I went to the ghost stream, and he was at the boundary gate."
Xiang Shu talked about the ancient past without hiding anything from Wang Tuo.
Wang Tuo was shocked when he heard this, and his expression changed for a moment, and he actually felt a sense of sympathy.
Also being used by others and unable to control himself, Grandpa Sword Madman killed his master with his own hands. Such an experience was even more heart-wrenching for him.
He sighed, and then a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, "Pantheon, you really deserve to die! I only regret that I can't kill Xizhou."
"A sharpened sword never wastes time as a woodcutter."
Xiang Shen smiled slightly and said, "There's no need to rush this moment."
Wang Tuo breathed out, "I know, I just can't get angry."
When the two of them said this, Wang Tuo's ears suddenly twitched, he immediately shut up, jumped off the table, and retreated into his nest.
Immediately after, a female voice came from outside the door, with surprise in her words.
"Sister Xiang, are you back?"
Widow Wang walked in with a basket. Xiang Shu quickly stood up to greet her and responded with a smile: "Auntie, it's me. I just came back today."
"Oh! Why didn't you write to me before you came back? So I could help you clean up in advance."
Widow Wang said, taking a look at the house, she suddenly looked surprised: "This house of yours..."
"When I came back, I happened to meet Boss Luo's distant relatives on the way."
Xiang Shu smiled warmly and said, "He's fast on his feet, so I asked him to send a message to Boss Luo to help me paint the wall in advance. I think I've already found someone to take care of it, so I won't bother you more, Auntie."
Widow Wang suddenly understood, and immediately said with a straight face: "Sister Xiang, what you said is wrong. One more person means more effort, right?"
Widow Wang looked around the room and changed her tone: "But your room is very clean. Boss Luo has taken great care.
When Boss Luo first came here, I thought he had thoughts about you. But seeing as you’ve been away for three years, he’s been staying here to open a wine shop, and he’s quite honest and a good person..."
Xiang Shen listened quietly without any sign of impatience, occasionally adding a word or two with a smile.
Widow Wang was chatting, but she was secretly looking at Xiang Shu.
The outside is no different than in the city. After three years of wind and rain, no matter how delicate the beauty is, she will turn into a rough flower.
This girl has been away for three years, but her face is still as fair and tender as before, and she can be broken by a bomb. She probably just went back to her hometown.
This wealthy family is well-maintained, but I don't know how old Xiang's girl is this year.
She was curious, but she didn't ask.
Rich families are full of nonsense. She has come to slaughter pigs and sheep before, and has seen many things, so she naturally knows what to ask and what not to ask.
After chatting for a while, Widow Wang left. Before leaving, he didn't forget to stuff Xiang Shen with a basket of freshly chopped pork.
The calligraphy studio became quiet. Xiang Shen sat back at the table and carefully dotted the hair around the character "王" with his pen. After a while, a lifelike tiger head appeared on the paper.
Wang Tuo watched from the side, nodding his head with satisfaction, and immediately praised him gushingly.
"Sister Chu, I haven't seen you for three years, you are really good at painting!"
"Sister Chuan, I didn't say it, but your painting skills are truly amazing, making you cry ghosts and gods."
"If you ask me to say, it is no exaggeration to say that I am the best in the world!"
"Hey, did your stroke go wrong?"
"Sister Shu, this rice paper is quite big. Why did you draw such a small tiger? How about I transform into my original form and you draw it again?"
"This... this, this, cat nest?!"
"Sister Chu, you have gone too far!"
"How many times have I told you, I am not a cat!"
"..."
Luo Hai stood by the door holding the wine jar, listening to the increasingly angry voices in the room. It was neither right to go in nor not to go in.
As he listened, a flash of thought flashed across his eyes.
In the past three years, he occasionally went out and inquired about the name "Xiang Shu" by the way, and found that the famous Empress Xiang Ji's original name was actually Xiang Shu.
To be favored by Senior Hu, this Miss Xiang is probably the reincarnation of Empress Shen Ji.
Senior Tiger must have had a very close relationship with Empress Shi Ji during her lifetime. Only in this way can we explain why Senior Tiger treated a mortal so favorably.
Luo Hai couldn't help but sigh as he thought about it.
Although Senior Tiger has stayed with him for three years, the sum of all the words he has said to him is not as much as he said in this short period of time.
