Jiang Wuji definitely didn't put his hand in, because Qinghe avoided it.
As for the gift, it was a house deed, and Fathead Fish gave away a house.
If it was just an ordinary house, Jiang Wuji would just sigh and say that the fat-headed fish is really nice and rich.
But this house was originally left by my adoptive father, who had sold it because of his gambling addiction. I didn't expect that the domineering female CEO had such a considerate side.
It’s so heart-warming. I, Jiang Wuji, will never let you down...
…
In the evening, Jiang Wuji went to Liuyue Street on the right side of Tianshui Lane.
The house is located in the middle of Liuyue Street, with the second courtyard. Although it is not big, it is not comparable to the "pigeon cage" in the previous life.
There are two bedrooms on the left and right sides of the main room, and four in the west wing. As for the east wing, my adoptive father thought there were too many rooms and converted it into a pond. Although it is not as big as Kinshi-in, there is a water pavilion in the center of the pond.
It is estimated that Fathead Fish had someone clean it in advance. The house was spotless, and the furniture was even replaced with new ones.
For Jiang Wuji, it was enough to just move in with your bags.
The next day, Jiang Wuji brought the female thief, Ji Xinghai, to move in. That afternoon, the female thief followed Jiang Wuji's wishes and took Qin Moli and Lu Xiaolu over.
"Do we have to buy some maids?"
In the waterside pavilion, Ji Xiaowan, wearing a blue gauze skirt, leaned against a stone pillar, her peach blossom eyes moving.
"This...isn't necessary?" Jiang Wuji touched the bridge of his nose. When his adoptive father was still here, there were no maids or servants in this house.
Apart from the father and son, the only people who hold the yamen's swordsman usually come and go.
Of course, the adoptive father would occasionally bring a few prostitutes home, but the noise usually didn't last long...
"It's not necessary? How come it's not necessary? It's such a big house."
Ji Xiaowan began to preach: "Your clothes must be washed, right? When you come back from the Yamen, someone must prepare the meals in advance, right? Someone must take care of the flowers and plants in the yard and the fish in the pond, right? And you can't do all the sweeping and dusting on weekdays, right?" Come alone?"
Jiang Wuji was slightly stunned and looked at the female thief without saying anything.
After a while, the female thief rolled her eyes beautifully, "What are you doing? Do you think I'm a servant?"
When he was in the shabby house before, all these things were done by female thieves... Thinking about it carefully, Jiang Wuji really hadn't done a single housework after traveling to this world.
"How can you be a servant?" Jiang Wuji denied.
The female thief "hummed", put her hands on her hips, then lowered her eyes and said quietly: "But, I want to go back to Jiangzhou."
Jiang Wuji knew that Lao Deng was going back to Jiangzhou to do something, but he didn't know what exactly he was going to do, but he could tell that the female thief had to go back with him.
"Come back after finishing things?" Jiang Wuji asked.
Ji Xiaowan sighed, her bulging skirt rising and falling slightly: "I don't know how long it will take, maybe three to five years."
Three to five years? Sanwu is probably not past his most prosperous age. What's the difference between this and squandering natural resources? …
"Sister, please feel free to return to Jiangzhou!"
Lu Xiaolu suddenly jumped out, followed closely by the swaying elastic bear.
"Wouldn't it be great if I stay and take care of Brother Wuji?"
"You? Aren't you going back?" Ji Xiaowan frowned, feeling that things were beyond her expectations.
The expressionless Qin Moli said calmly: "I haven't understood the Tribulation Statue yet."
"Then I will take my junior sister back to Jiangzhou." The female thief said.
"?!"
Lu Xiaolu hugged Elastic Bear's arm and shook his head wildly: "No, I won't go back, I want to stay with Master!"
"you……"
"Okay, okay." Jiang Wuji stepped forward to smooth things over.
"If I have nothing to do here, I will go to Jiangzhou to find you. Maybe I can be of some help."
"Really?" The female thief's eyes lit up.
What she cared about was not whether Jiang Wuji could help, but that Jiang Wuji was willing to go to Jiangzhou to find her.
Jiang Wuji: "Of course, I keep my promise."
Ji Xiaowan: "It's a deal!"
…
On the third day after moving into the new house, Ji Xinghai accepted the contract to teach Ting Chao Jian.
The core of Tingchao Sword is to hide and draw the sword.
Curb your sharp edge, listen to the tide, and catch people by surprise.
Different from the shower gun and wave-breaking gun, because weapons are said to be stronger every inch, weapons like swords are more elegant and popular.
In actual combat, when the attainments of both sides are almost the same, swords are often unable to defeat long weapons such as guns and sticks.
On the basis of this flaw, Tingchao Sword used a short sword to further amplify the flaw, and then used the unpreventable method of hiding and drawing the sword to penetrate the throat with one sword.
Swordsmanship is obscure and difficult to learn, and Ji Xiaowan only scratched the surface after several years of learning.
But this is Ji Xiaowan's problem, not Jiang Wuji's...
For those who are talented in martial arts, they can still master it after reading it once, and they can even make slight improvements on the original basis.
But Lao Deng is the father of the female thief after all, so Jiang Wuji only learned to listen to Chao Jian and did not correct Lao Deng's shortcomings, lest his father-in-law lose face in the future.
But in the end Lao Deng still asked without giving up: Have you ever learned Tingchao Sword?
The moon waxes and wanes, and there is no banquet in the world.
But Jiang Wuji felt that every separation was for a better encounter...
The next day, the female thief left the capital, and the Minister of Rites was dismissed from his post and exiled.
The urban streets of the capital are still prosperous, but above the temples there are undercurrents and treacherous winds.
…
"Xu Liangyi was broken, Lin Xiushan was also broken, and now even the old guy named Gu is broken, just because of one, one... knife holder?"
"Jiang Wuji is Jiang Kaiyang's adopted son. Even if he doesn't have Jiang Kaiyang's magical powers, he should still be aware of it."
"I beg to differ. I think Jiang Wuji is more godly than Jiang Kaiyang..."
"..."
In a secret room, a candle flickered.
Two men were sitting across from each other and talking.
One of them was dressed in fine clothes, and he looked like he was from a rich family.
The other person has a dark complexion and a wrinkled face, like a farmer.
After a while, the man dressed as a farmer said, "If it's broken, it's broken. I don't believe that guy can still trace us!"
"How about... find a grandmaster?" The rich kid asked tentatively.
"Don't! Jiang Wuji is at the height of his power. Touching him right now will set you on fire, otherwise I would have attacked him on his way back to Beijing!"
"That's an exaggeration. How much waves can a mere knife-wielding person create?"
The farmer glanced at the rich boy, and a strange look appeared on his slightly gloomy face.
"Don't you know that privately, that guy has another identity?"
"What identity?"
"King Luo's face!"
"?!"
"So that's it..." The rich kid thought thoughtfully, and then sighed: "Whether it's in figure or appearance, Li Zhiyu is the most attractive person I've ever seen. He really took advantage of that kid..."
"That's because you haven't seen the Imperial Master before." The farmer responded casually.
"???, National Preceptor King Biluo is moving?"
"Nonsense, the Imperial Master not only has an appearance that will captivate the country, but her cultivation level is also at the top. Can such a woman be compared to Prince Luo?"
"I beg to differ. Although I have never met a national master, Li Zhiyu is the king of Dali. One person is inferior to ten thousand people. How can he be compared to a mere martial artist?"
"The national master is not a martial artist, he cultivates the Tao!"
"Aren't they all fighting and killing in the same way? King Luo is not only the King of Yizi Bingjian, but also the master of Fengtiansi!"
"You kid really don't understand. The Imperial Master is so... Bah! Are we here to talk about these nonsense tonight?"
The kid from the rich family was stunned and said with a smile: "I was wrong, I almost missed a big event, what should I do next?"
"No need to do anything, just remember to stay away from Jiang Wuji."
Perhaps because he was worried about the rich kids messing around, the farmer added: "The reply from the Red Lotus Sect has arrived."
"?!, what did the Red Lotus Sect say?"
"The letter didn't say anything, but the leader's wife will come over in person to discuss the matter. Counting the days, she should have arrived."
"Madam of the leader..."
