The middle-aged man said, "Master, do you still want to go out in such heavy snow?"
"It's snowing that makes you sentimental. I made an appointment with Ruyan to enjoy the snow and listen to the flute. How can I break the appointment?"
"But what to do about Miss Shui? The head of the family likes her very much. After all, the love of incense from our ancestors still exists."
"Whatever she is, she's so cold. You can only look at her but not touch her. I'm too lazy to serve her. Stop talking nonsense."
The middle-aged man retreated in dismay. Not long after, a gorgeous carriage stopped in front of the door. After Young Master Wen got on, the carriage meandered westward.
The carriage was driving half a stick of incense, and Xu Yi, who had turned into a snowman, moved. Instead of chasing the carriage in the direction it was going, he detoured to another street.
Xu Yi moves very cautiously. He has perception and roughly knows the direction. It is not difficult to track a carriage from a long distance.
Sure enough, not long after, the carriage appeared in Xu Yi's perception again.
When Xu Yi passed by the carriage, he had already taken off his linen clothes. He was wearing a clean green suit and a deep bamboo hat. He strode into Yihong Courtyard, a five-story building in front of him.
Under his mother's attentive greeting, Xu Yi casually picked a girl and climbed up towards the embroidery building, making the girl giggle and say, "Death sign, why are you so anxious!"
When we reached the fourth floor, we were stopped by two brothel thugs, who bluntly said that only high-rollers could stay here.
Xu Yi took a picture of a hundred-gold ticket, and the two thugs were knocked unconscious immediately. They helped Xu Yi open Room A No. 4, shouting and supporting.
As soon as they entered the house, the girl had no time to say anything before she was pinched by Xu Yi on the back of her neck and passed out.
Xu Yi threw the girl on the bed, walked straight to the west wall, stretched out his hands, and the wall broke with the sound. Young Master Wen on the other side of the wall was overlapping with Ruyan's flesh, lingering together, and he was shocked when he heard the sound.
Before Young Master Wen could come to his senses, he was grabbed by a big hand that broke through the wall, and a palm hit him on the back of his head. He fainted, and a True Qi was pushed out, pressing Dazhui Acupoint like smoke, and the whole world became quiet.
Prick Young Master Wen's finger, pinch it hard, and the thick blood drips into a sealed porcelain bottle.
Stuffing a Essence Restoration Pill into Young Master Wen's mouth, the wound on his finger recovered as before in a short time.
Half an hour later, Young Master Wen woke up, jumped up, and looked normal. He had a lot of money, and was completely harmless. It was inexplicable.
When Xu Yi returned to Zimo Xuan, the shop was almost empty, and Yuan Qinghua was directing the new apprentices to move.
Fatty Shen, who was dressed in fiery red brocade clothes, and Shopkeeper Luo, who had white hair and beard, were accompanying Yuan Qinghua, arguing with a few other people about something, and the tone was quite fierce.
Seeing Xu Yi and Yuan Qinghua from a distance, they quickly stopped the debate, and the others left in dismay.
Yuan Qinghua, however, attracted two shopkeepers, Shen and Luo, to enter the shop first, followed by Xu Yi.
It turns out that Xu Yi told Yuan Qinghua that the news that he is still in Shenjing must be kept secret.
After all, Lu Shanren had explained and announced to the outside world that he had been sent out of Beijing on a mission.
If he showed up openly in Shenjing, wouldn't he put Lu Shanren in danger?
When Xu Yi entered the store, Yuan Qinghua immediately revealed his identity. Shopkeeper Shen and Shopkeeper Luo hurriedly came forward to greet him.
Nowadays, the identity of Xu Yi is no small matter. The names of the Boundless Sea and Dual Mastery of Poetry and Verse have been spread throughout Shenjing.
At the same time, Xu Yi gained a new auction license and was on the rise again. As soon as Yuan Qinghua was invited, these two people agreed.
At this moment, I followed Yuan Qinghua and called Xu Yi the proprietor.
"Xu is very happy that you two can join us. We will be a family from now on. Whatever the requirements, whether it is public or private, Xu will do his best if he can. As for the remuneration, I will double your original salary. Now you two will help Old Yuan to build up the new store and strive to get the first shot..."
Xu Yi's speech was very brief, but very sincere. Shen and Luo were just low-level people in Shenjing. To be valued by adults like Xu Yi, they were very grateful and treated so favorably. All they had to do was swear Heavenly Alliance.
Later, Xu Yi asked about the situation of the new store. Yuan Qinghua said that the few people who came just now are the owners of several big stores. They came to us to discuss cooperation, but the price offered was not suitable. They treated us as rookies and thought that we did not know the value of an auction license plate, so I dismissed them.
Shopkeeper Shen and Shopkeeper Luo also came out to support, saying that with the license in hand, it is not difficult to become a success.
Xu Yi said a few more polite words and led Yuan Qinghua to take a look at the new store.
The newly selected store is located at Shenwu Main Street, a two-story building, antique and quite spectacular.
When Xu Yi arrived with Yuan Qinghua and others, a group of people in the house were busy organizing, and Xia Zimo was directing two Menial Worker to hang the signboard.
The signboard from the Alchemy Hall, with its own small formation, the three characters Zimo Xuan, glow with a strange brilliance, gathering and scattering, very eye-catching.
Xu Yi said hello, and Xia Zimo turned around, his eyes filled with inexplicable sadness.
Today, Xia Zimo changed his attire. He was wrapped tightly in a green cloak, and the collar around his neck was tied up. He was like an ordinary person, trying his best to cope with the severe cold.
It's just a face that becomes more and more delicate and beautiful. In Xu Yi's impression, only Xue Zihan is so beautiful. Compared with Xia Zimo in front of her, she is less heart-thumping.
The clouds on the horizon are getting thicker and thicker, and the north wind is howling, stirring up the dead grass and flowers into a pile, and then scattering them in all directions when the wind falls.
The atmosphere was very strange, no one spoke, Xu Yi and Xia Zimo walked side by side, walking slowly in this glorious sacred palace.
Passing through one city after another, and almost approaching the city wall, the buildings in front of us are sparse, the roads are deserted, and the forests are dense. The vast whiteness is so white that it is intoxicating.
From walking straight at noon to hanging low in the dusk field, Xu Yi gradually adapted to this silence and began to enjoy it.
Inadvertently, we arrived at Baqiao, a lonely short bridge that was somewhat dilapidated. Sleeping in the melancholy wind, with my broken body next to the water, it was extremely desolate.
Xia Zimo finally stopped and said, "Xu Yi, am I going to a distant place?"
"How far?"
"I don't know yet. It's far away anyway."
"Maybe I discovered Ancient Tomb again. Give me two days and go with you."
"This is my Yin Mountain Sect matter, and Senior Brothers will definitely not allow it."
"How long will it take to go?"
"It should take a long time."
"Can't you just go?"
"I have to go."
"Okay, no matter how long it takes, I'll wait for you! There is a sound transmission ball here. You can keep it. If there is a crisis, you can find me at any time."
Xia Zimo took the sound transmission ball, and his eyes finally settled on Xu Yi's face. He opened his lips and reached out to touch Xu Yi's face. The soft black mink fur gloves touched Xu Yi's skin, and tears burst into his eyes.
At this moment, hundreds of feet high in the sky, Xiao Fuchen was sitting astride a vulture, sneering, "It's as stupid as a pig and doesn't know that death is coming."
A few feet away, Head Butler, who was sitting astride another vulture, urged, "Master Hou spent one hundred thousand gold, but he only bought these three hours of air control authority. The time is almost up. Send the two of them on their way, make them happy, and become mandarin ducks with the same destiny under the Nine Springs."
ps: Happy 19th birthday to Guang'er! May you be 18 every year~