Early in the morning, Chi Chao woke up in the house arranged by [Bichao Pavilion].

What awaits him on a new day is not a 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 hill of prayer stickers piled up outside his door.

"Huh?" Chi Chao casually took out a copy from it, and saw that it meant that he would invite him to a meal and cultivate his feelings.

"Hehe, sure enough, someone will come to hug his thighs right away." Chi Chao looked at the post and smiled involuntarily.

"It just so happened that I started the fire, and someone brought it to me."

Chi Chao took a few prayer stickers and walked into the kitchen, and as soon as the worship stickers embedded in the silk towel touched the flame of the oil lamp on the desk, they were instantly ignited.

Those prayer stickers were all thrown into the earthen stove by Chi Chao to serve as the ignition needed for cooking, and Chi Chao also used these prayer stickers to cook a bowl of porridge with peace of mind.

As soon as a bowl of porridge was cooked, Chi Chao carried him to the bedroom, and after placing it on the table, he squinted at the [Blue-Faced Ghost] Rogue Knife hanging next to the bed.

Pulling out the rogue knife and shaking it around the forehead of the bowl of porridge a few times, the white porridge that was still steaming immediately became cool and delicious.

The blue-faced ghost was placed on the table next to the main seat in the living room by Chi Chao, and then he sat down and drank the porridge in small sips, flipping through the remaining prayer posts by the way.

I have to say that the words on those prayer posts are almost the same, inviting Chi Chao to have a meal and contact feelings.

Chi Chao didn't look at it for long, and after drinking the porridge, he moved the prayers to the corner of the wall, and then sat cross-legged on the bed to begin a day of meditation.

But as soon as he stepped into the meditation realm, there was a knock on his door.

"Who is it? Didn't the pavilion master explain? No one should disturb my practice!"

Chi Chao shouted outward.

"Four gentlemen, it's me." Outside the house, the voice of Pavilion Master Ji Zi'an came from.

Ji Zi'an came to me? What would be important for him, the Pavilion Master of the [Bichao Pavilion], to come to him personally?

Chi Chao was puzzled, and then got out of bed to open the door for Ji Zi.

As soon as he opened the door, the first thing he saw was the whisk in Ji Zi'an's hand, and the second thing he saw was the person behind Ji Zi'an.

The old man in his sixties stood behind Ji Zi'an, with a tattered wooden knife stuck in his waist, and his gray-white robe was very clean, even if there was dust raised close to the shirt, he would be immediately shaken away by the energy emanating from the old man's body. Although there were white hairs on the top of his head, there were only a few of them, and they were tied up by a hairpin made of coral roots, which made the old man look particularly energetic.

The person brought by Ji Zi'an is Gu Xunhuan, the old pavilion master of [Haixi Pavilion], and only Gu Xunhuan, the pavilion master of [Haixi Pavilion], is qualified to let Ji Zi'an lead the way.

"Little friend, I haven't seen you for a day, and my breath has changed greatly." Gu Xunhuan smiled at Chi Yu in front of the door.

"It's a senior." Chi Chao's eyes narrowed. "What do you want me to do?"

"It's okay, but you can't let me stand as an old man all the time, why don't you welcome me into the house."

After speaking, Gu Xunhuan walked past Ji Zi'an and walked into Chi Chao's house.

When he crossed Ji Zi'an, Gu Xunhuan opened his mouth again and said to the [Bichao Pavilion] Pavilion Master behind him, "Next, I want to talk to the four gentlemen about some personal matters, Xiao An, if you have anything to do, go and get busy first, you don't have to stay here anymore."

"Yes, uncle." After Ji Zi'an respectfully bowed to Gu Xunhuan, he turned around and left Chi Chao's house.

Without waiting for Chi Chao to respond and let Gu Xunhuan enter the house, Gu Xunhuan had already entered Chi Chao's house one step ahead.

As soon as he entered the house, Gu Xunhuan sat on the main seat of the living room like the original owner of this house.

Chi Chao looked at the self-cooked Gu Xunhuan and couldn't help but shake his head, but there was no other way.

"What happened when the senior came to me?" Chi Yan walked to the side and sat down on the guest seat.

"You said that you are a four-gentleman, and you should know how to be polite

Yes. Why don't you prepare a cup of tea when the guests come?" Gu Xunhuan's face sank and looked at Chi Yudao.

"I thought my seniors would leave in a while, so I didn't plan to prepare tea on my own initiative. I 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 prepare." Chi Chao got up from the guest seat and left the house to go to the bedroom inside to get the crockpot pot for making tea.

When he came to the bedroom, Chi Chao directly held the crockpot pot in his hand, and walked out of the bedroom without the fire of the small stove.

When Chi Chao walked in front of Gu Xunhuan, the crockpot and kettle in his hand had already begun to emit a slightly hot mist.

Gu Xunhuan squinted at the forehead pot in Chi Zhuan's hand, and then withdrew his gaze and put it on the object in his hand.

I only heard Gu Xunhuan say: "This knife is good, the Xie family is really willing, and they actually gave you the immortal weapon."

Then Gu Xunhuan pulled out the bronze rogue knife in his hand, and the cold sword aura directly made the water in the crockpot held by Chi Chao return to normal room temperature.

Gu Xunhuan carefully looked at the [Blue-Faced Ghost] that he said was an immortal thing, and used his fingertips to stroke the blade of the [Blue-faced Ghost], after Gu Xunhuan's finger belly slid over the [Blue-faced Ghost], Chi Chao saw it very clearly, and Gu Xunhuan's finger belly had some reddened chilblains.

Chi Chao's eyes narrowed slightly, a weapon that could damage the body of the Holy Master was indeed unusual.

"Are you really going to use this knife?" Gu Xunhuan asked in a confirmed tone.

"Hmm." Chi Chao nodded, "Except for the final finals, I will use this rogue knife in every match after that."

"Do you know where this knife came from?" Gu Xunhuan spoke again, and his tone seemed to have a kind of persuasion.

"I don't know, can the senior tell me?" Chi Chao picked up the crockpot pot, dragged the bottom of the crockpot pot with his palm, and a pour of warm tea flowed out of the spout and flowed into the porcelain cup in Gu Xunhuan's hand.

"Senior, the tea you wanted." Chi Chao stretched out his finger and pointed.

Looking at the still steaming tea, Gu Xunhuan smiled with satisfaction, and then put the [Blue-faced Ghost] back into the scabbard.

Gu Xunhuan picked up the teacup with his left hand and took a sip of tea, and then began to explain the origin of this rogue knife to Chi Chao.

The original owner of [Blue-faced Ghost] is the second immortal of Xiguo - Wei Yingwu, the word Suzhou.

Wei Yingwu had a miserable background, losing his father at the age of thirteen and his mother at the age of sixteen. I thought that this grandmother should also enjoy a good time, but God willed people, when my grandmother was sewing new clothes for him, she accidentally knocked over the oil lamp, and the whole house was on fire, and my grandmother was burned to the point that there was no corpse, only a handful of ashes. Subsequently, his wife's family fell into the middle of the road, and Wei Yingwu had to take his wife to Pingcheng to join the richer foreigners. But within a few years, Wei Yingwu's wife got a strange illness again, and died of illness at the age of twenty-five.

The pain of losing his wife made Wei Yingwu sink for a long time, he either washed his face with tears every day, or bought drunk with wine, outsiders saw it really, and his neighbors also took pity on him and often helped him.

Suddenly, one day, Wei Yingwu met someone who changed his life.

The streets that day were exceptionally deserted.

The cold wind was blowing, Wei Yingwu curled up in a corner of the street and dozed off, in front of him, there was a tattered pottery bowl, and there were a few copper coins in it, now he was no different from a ronin, and his life depended on the charity of outsiders.

It was on this day that Wei Yingwu's pottery bowl came to a man wearing a big black robe.

The man's face was hidden in the shadow of the black robe, and Wei Yingwu couldn't see it very clearly.

"Beggar, are you a beggar?" The black-robed man spoke directly. "I've heard you've been miserable all your life? Losing your parents and your wife dying early, how did you survive until now?"

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When he was not very hungry, Wei Yingwu had already jumped up and beat the black-robed man away, but he was too hungry at the time to waste any more energy.

So Wei Yingwu replied casually: "Yes, yes, if you have money, you can give me a few, if you don't have money, you can go away, don't disturb the uncle's sleep."

"This uncle, do you still want to sleep? Haven't you woken up yet?" The black-robed man suddenly said something strange.

"Everything in the world is vain, and there is no eternal goodness. Why should I pursue the good when it will pass away? Isn't it good for me to stay around?"

Regardless of whether the black-robed man could understand it or not, Wei Yingwu still said such a thing.

"Uncle, you can't think so." The black-robed man shook his head, and there seemed to be a mockery coming from the shadows, "I see beauty as a string of sugar gourds, and if I eat it and eat it until there is not one left, is it the passing of beauty?" If that's what you think, then should I eat this string of sugar gourds in my hand? For example, I am about to give you three hundred dollars, and if this is your goodness, then it will pass 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 raised.

"Of course······ You can't get it." The black-robed man replied.

"Then those three hundred dollars are the beauty that will eventually pass away, and I don't need it."

"And what about the good things you used to have? Parents, grandmothers, and wives, are they all the beauty of your passing?" The black-robed man suddenly asked about something "unrelated".

"Yes, yes." Wei Yingwu answered very simply, and his eyes were also very firm.

"In your eyes, it should be forever beautiful, just because you take a wrong step, it is the beauty of the past, is this your way in the future?"

"What do you say?" Wei Yingwu looked at the black-robed man in front of him and said in a panic.

"Hahaha!" The black-robed man suddenly burst out laughing and said, "You can exchange this thing for three hundred dollars!"

I saw the black-robed man take out a cyan rogue knife from his arms, and then put it on Wei Yingwu's clay bowl.

Wei Yingwu could see that the Rogue knife was extraordinary, and it must be worth three hundred dollars, but why did the other party say that to him before?

"I didn't expect that the immortality of Xiguo used to be this virtue." The black-robed man put down the rogue knife and threw off his sleeves, disappearing into the cold wind. "What an idler. There are no more empty mountains, and flowers and water are flowing all over the ground!"

"No more empty mountains? Flowers and water flowing all over the ground?" Wei Yingwu listened to the last poem of the black-robed man, and there seemed to be a strange mystery in it.