The roof is black, the façade is yellow-black, but the windows are rounded.

It doesn't look like a villa, it's more like a solemn Taoist temple. There is also an incense burner standing on the ground outside the red gate.

The strange scene made Xu Luo a little stunned.

A smile appeared on Zhang Quanhai's face, as if he was enjoying Xu Luo's expression now.

Bypassing the incense burner and walking to the red gate, Xu Luo found that the gate turned out to be the old-fashioned style with copper rings.

It is no different from the gate of the Taoist temple.

Zhang Quanhai gently knocked on the copper ring, and there was a pleasant sound of gold and iron.

There didn't seem to be any sound coming from inside the house, but Zhang Quanhai gently pushed open the red door.

There was a "squeak" sound from the door, which seemed a little heavy.

He turned sideways, out of the way to the gate, and made a gesture to enter.

Xu Luo adjusted his breathing again, tightened the scabbard of the long knife with his left hand, and strode towards the villa that looked more like a Taoist temple.

The threshold of rosewood was a little high, and Xu Luo's foot stopped after stepping into the threshold, one foot in and one foot outside, and a shocked look appeared on his face.

The soles of the feet that entered the room did not come into contact with the large bluestone slabs, but the polished ground of large pieces of marble that could be seen.

You can see all the furnishings in the hall at a glance.

A large coffee table with a game of Go that looks like an endgame, three stone benches, and a simple whitewashed wall.

There is a painting hanging on the wall facing the main door.

The painting is not blank, but depicts a long-bearded man in a Taoist robe, holding a longsword in one hand and the head of a zombie in the other.

Xu Luo blinked, he was not mistaken, what he was carrying was indeed a zombie head.

The picture has been yellowed, and it should have been some years.

On the ground in front of the portrait, a man sits with his back to him.

Dressed in a cyan robe, with short black and shiny hair, he didn't move. It looks like it's meditating.

Xu Luo suppressed the shock in his heart, stepped into the hall with his other foot, and just took two steps forward, there was a "squeak" behind him, and the door was closed.

The hall immediately became dark.

"You may be seated."

The short-haired Taoist priest didn't turn around, but said in a soft voice.

Glancing at the three stone benches in the hall, Xu Luo did not choose to sit on the stone bench, but walked behind the short-haired Taoist priest, slowly sat down, crossed his legs and knees, and placed the long black sheath knife on the marble floor beside him.

There was a slight thud from the scabbard and the marble floor.

"Are you a child of the Xu family or Uncle Tai's family?"

The short-haired priest asked softly, but still didn't turn around.

"What do you call the Dao Chief?"

Xu Luo didn't answer the short-haired Taoist priest's question, but asked rhetorically.

"Huh."

The short-haired Taoist priest let out a short laugh, then nodded and said, "It seems that you should be Xu Donghao's only grandson." ”

Xu Luo's face was expressionless, but his thoughts were surging in his heart.

This Taoist priest actually knows his grandfather? But in my impression, my grandfather never mentioned this Taoist priest, how could he know that he was Xu Donghao's grandson with just one sentence?

"Also, you don't need to call me Taoist, I'm not a Taoist."

The short-haired Taoist priest finally turned around, but his body didn't seem to move, and there was a slight sound from under him.

The seated marble was movable, along with a mahogany tea set in front of the Taoist priest.

There are two cups in a teapot on the tea tray, and the cups are filled with clear tea, which is still hot.

Xu Luo's tall nose moved, and a fragrance came to his nose, the fragrance was beautiful, and it made people feel pure physically and mentally when they were far away.

"It's going to rain."

The short-haired Taoist priest said softly.

It was a ruddy face without a trace of wrinkles, and it looked like it was only in its thirties at most, but in those eyes, it was as deep as a bottomless pool, and it seemed that it had seen everything.

This is not at all like a pair of eyes that are only in their thirties, but more like the eyes of a wise old man.

"Then what should I call you?"

Xu Luo buried all the secrets deep in his heart under the gaze of these eyes that were like deep pools, and he suddenly felt that if he was not careful, this Taoist priest seemed to be able to see through himself.

"You can call me Lao Zhu, or you can call me a fake Taoist, but you are really Xu Donghao's grandson, so it's more appropriate to call me Grandpa Zhu."

Grandpa Zhu? How old is this Taoist priest?

As if seeing what Xu Luo was thinking, the Taoist priest smiled and said, "I'm seventy-five years old. ”

Xu Luo's hard-lined face finally changed, this turned out to be an old man, an old man who was seventy-five years old, and the vitality exuded from his body couldn't tell that this was an old man who was already seventy-five years old.

"Tea, please."

The young old man pointed to the cup of tea that was closer to Xu Luo and said.

"The tea is sent by your grandfather Xu Donghao every year, but it is estimated that I will never be able to drink this kind of tea again next year."

He sighed softly, a hint of loneliness in his eyes.

The kind of loneliness that can't be concealed in the bustling crowd, but it doesn't make people feel sad at all.

"I didn't say I was Xu Donghao's grandson."

Xu Luo finally couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart and said deliberately.

The young old man laughed and shook his head slightly.

"Your appearance is very similar to your mother, but those eyes are exactly the same as when Xu Donghao was young, and, importantly, you are very calm, different from the children of Uncle Tai's family."

"I know that villa, and only these two people can enter, since you don't look like a child of Uncle Tai's family, then you must be Xu Donghao's grandson."

He picked up the teacup, drank the hot tea in one gulp, then slowly placed the teacup on the mahogany tea tray and said, "It's raining." ”

Xu Luo couldn't help but look outside the house.

Through the round window, you can see the sky outside under dark clouds.

The raindrops the size of beans fell with a crackle.

He turned his head, reached out and picked up the teacup that the old man had just pointed to, and drank it down. The bitterness, astringency, freshness, and sweetness on the tip of the tongue instantly spread to the throat, and when it flows to the whole body, it turns into a strong and mellow feeling.

Sure enough, it's good tea.

Even Xu Luo has never tasted good tea.

"You're the owner of Emerald Hills?"

The old man shook his head, a wry smile on his lips.

"What master, Zhang Quanhai, this kid ......"

Suddenly, he was silent, just looking at the two empty teacups in front of him.

Xu Luo stretched out his hand to pick up the teapot, and when he started, he knew that there was still more than half a pot of tea in the pot. Filling the two teacups with tea, he asked again, "Grandpa Zhu, why don't the people in the Jade Villa leave?" ”

The old man suddenly raised his head, and his eyes sharpened.

"Wait for you to take them away."

A flash of lightning flashed, and then a deafening thunder sounded, and Xu Luo's hand stopped in mid-air, holding the teapot in his hand, motionless.