Beauty crowns the world [Rebirth]

Chapter 3 Sigh at Spring and Dusk ([-])

Jiang Qihe has always been a calm master, and he never showed any surprise when facing the sudden appearance.

No matter how weird it is to eat in front of people after applying invisibility, he unhurriedly picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and put them in his mouth, slowly separated the meat from the bones, spit out the bones, and chewed the meat carefully.

Even after 500 years, the craftsmanship of Zuiyunlou is still the same as before, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, sweet but not greasy, slightly sour and refreshing.

Jiang Qihe picked up the second piece. At this moment, the white-haired child consciously stood opposite him, and stretched out a dark hand to pick the chicken leg.

"Has no one ever taught you to wash your hands before meals?" Jiang Qihe tapped his left hand on the table lightly, the back of the child opposite him shivered, and his hand retracted like lightning. He raised his eyes helplessly and looked straight at With Jiang Qihe.

He saw through Jiang Qihe's invisibility.

Although listening to voices is also a means of judging the direction, but Jiang Qihe knows that this is not the case for the child, but he really saw him.

Jiang Qihe has been in Qizhou for more than 700 years, and his realm has reached the state of no phase. He is one of the ten sages. His unique invisibility technique created by the old man is difficult to be noticed even if he is in front of the other ten sages.

And now...

What is the origin of this child?

Jiang Qihe raised his eyebrows inconspicuously, and carefully looked at the person across from him.

The snow-white epee was still held in his arms, the child was not as tall as the sword, and his body was small, obviously very hungry, but with great strength.

The black eyes were still covered with a layer of frost, but they were not as cold as when they first saw each other. There was panic in their eyes, like a child who was caught doing something wrong.

He looked at Jiang Qihe for a while, then turned his gaze back to the chicken leg, hesitating to raise his hand again.

It really is... the heart of a child.

Jiang Qihe has always been ignorant of children, this guy seems to be unwilling to listen, in order to prevent all the dishes on the table from being poisoned by the black mud between his fingers, he had no choice but to throw the towel at hand, and at the same time, he no longer thought about his origin .

"You have to wipe your hands clean before you can eat." He rolled his eyelids and said indifferently.

But the child didn't move, he was holding the towel in a daze, without turning his eyes.

What a fool.

Jiang Qihe lowered his eyes and began to eat by himself.

He used chopsticks. The child stared at him for a long time, then took the pair next to him, clumsily imitated his appearance to pick up vegetables, and tried to sit and eat like Jiang Qihe a few times, but because he was holding the sword , The posture is uncomfortable and give up.

The child still has mud on his hands, but at least he won't get it directly on the vegetables, and he learns things very quickly. After a few attempts, he can pick up the vegetables firmly.

The impatience in Jiang Qihe's heart became less. After eating the sweet and sour pork ribs, he waved to the child.

"come over."

The child hesitated, but after deliberating for a while, he finally chose to listen to Jiang Qihe's words.

"Come on, let's change a plate." Jiang Qihe picked up the chicken nuggets with mushrooms and stuffed them into his hand, "You eat this, and I'll eat your sweet and sour pork."

The latter didn't know what sweet and sour pork was. With a plate of meat stuffed in his hand, he just lowered his head to eat. Jiang Qihe quickly picked up the sweet and sour pork, and at the same time changed the positions of several dishes.

"You're so sour, are you pregnant?" Ah Lu, who was pecking at the shredded pork on the other side, couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah, I'm pregnant. Not only will I eat sour food, but I will also eat spicy food, so I can have both children." Jiang Qihe returned his words leisurely without raising his head.

Most of the "sacrifice meals" on this table went into the stomachs of children, but Jiang Qihe didn't eat much.

When he stopped chopsticks, the child who was standing with his sword in his arms also raised his head.

"After eating, let's go back to each house and find each mother." Jiang Qihe got up from the seat, took a new towel to wipe his mouth, folded it again, and slowly wiped his fingers with the clean side.He wiped it very carefully, from the tip of the finger to the root of the finger, and then turned around the crevice of the finger, from bottom to top.

Seeing this, the child came to Jiang Qihe, raised his face, and looked at him with black eyes without blinking.

After a meal, he lost the indifference and vigilance he had when we first met, and Jiang Qihe only noticed that the child had hung the string of copper coins around his neck.

Well, I will still find a way, maybe not so stupid.

Jiang Qihe's opinion of him changed a bit, then he picked up a clean towel and handed it to the child.

Fortunately, this store did not neglect just because it was a table of sacrificial meals, and wet towels were prepared in front of every seat.

The child wiped his hands quietly, and Jiang Qihe turned his head to look at the tablet.

Very solid sandalwood, high-quality material, if the writing on it is scratched off and pawned, it should be worth a lot of money.

Thinking about it, Jiang Qihe took action. He strode over, scooped up the memorial tablet, rolled it into his sleeve, and turned around to leave.

The door just happened to open, and the man who opened the door was wearing a black robe with thorns and yellow borders. The cuffs and waist were embroidered with mandala patterns in silver thread. Jin, that is the divine bird with spread wings, flitting across the sea of ​​mandala flowers.

As he walked in, a faint light flowed from top to bottom, and the golden phoenix seemed to be flapping its wings, almost about to fly out of the black canvas-like scabbard.

Hey, the gods are here, and the sword is still as coquettish as before.

Jiang Qihe smiled shortly, and said in his heart that today he really has a predestined relationship with this sect.

This disciple of Shendu was handsome, very young, he looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, with childish looks in his eyes, his gait was unsteady before, but he became confused as soon as he entered the door.

He glanced across the table full of empty plates, paused for a few moments at the place where the memorial tablet was placed, and then drew his sword out, and the light of the sword rushed towards the neck of the child next to the table.

The child also reacted quickly. He tossed the flowered towel loosely, and unscrewed it in the air to block the sword light. together.

Jiang Qihe, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, squinted his eyes. There was no doubt about the identity of the visitor, but this kid was using the footwork of Xuanjian Villa.

However, it seemed that he did it subconsciously. In the next few strokes, his footsteps were chaotic, and so did his sword moves, slashing with brute force.

But if so, the disciple of Shendu was also at a disadvantage, oh, it is better to say that the disciple of Shendu was at a disadvantage from the very beginning, his sword moves were too general, his strength was insufficient, his sword was impatient, and he looked like his foundation was not solid.

Also, gods have always been graded by the color of the hem of their clothes, and jaundice is the color of low-level disciples. This young man is indeed worthy of the title of low-level disciple, and he is not very qualified.

"Which family's child is so unreasonable, sneaking into other people's place and eating the sacrificial meal!" The disciple of Shendu said in a deep voice. The epee was pushed back, but the epee did not move at all, "Also, where did you hide the tablet of Lord Chunfeng!"

The child didn't answer, turned sideways and bumped into the shoulder of the disciple of Shendu. At this moment, a loud bang resounded in the hall.

The disciple of Shendu had a jug of wine hanging on his waist, which was a porcelain altar. He seemed to care about the wine so much that he withdrew his sword and used his hands to protect it.

"Voiceless snowflake brew?" Jiang Qihe said a name.

Hearing the sound, the child glanced in his direction and saw Jiang Qihe bend his eyes.

His appearance was ordinary, but when he smiled, spring flowers seemed to bloom in his eyes, with fine shards of light kneading them, like an intoxicating spring night.

The child was stunned for a moment, and the disciple of Shendu seized this opportunity to pick him sideways and knocked him to the ground.

With this action, he brought the jug around his waist, and the logo on the body of the jug was fully revealed. It was indeed Qingyin Snowflake Brew.

Qingyin Snow Flower Brewing was specially brewed by his brother Jiang Mian according to his preference after Jiang Qihe won the first prize in Fengyun Meeting 600 years ago.Jiang Qihe liked it so much, he took the wine to meet his friends, and at the same time spread the word, saying that if anyone likes it, he can brew two more jars and send it to him, it is extremely shameless.

But he has a unique taste in drinking, and few of his friends like it. Every year, only Jiang Mian brews it for him silently.

This kid actually shares the same interests as him?

Jiang Qihe raised his eyebrows, his footsteps were about to cross, he was really struggling whether to let this person share a glass of wine with him.

But the disciple of Shendu only had the upper hand for a moment, and within a moment, the child who was lying on the ground bent his foot and kicked him in the chest.

"Don't break the pot of wine on his waist." Jiang Qihe quickly reminded.

The child tilted his head towards him, seemingly puzzled.

The disciple of Shendu finally noticed something strange and suddenly turned his gaze, but he couldn't notice anything.Immediately he turned around and said, "Who are you, please report your name."

Such familiar lines made Jiang Qihe roll his eyes.He leaned on a pillar in the hall, snapped his fingers, and removed the concealment technique from his body.

"Your disciples of this year's Shendu are not good enough." Even if he was full, his voice was still light and light, and he didn't want to use force when speaking, but his voice was very pleasant, and the slightly upturned ending had a charm.

"Who are you?" The disciple of Shendu took a step back and took a defensive posture.

Jiang Qihe didn't want to repeat what he said in the morning, he shook his sleeves, tilted his head slightly, and said, "Jiang Qihe has come out of Xuyuan today, he's alive and kicking, he doesn't need someone to sacrifice to him... oh no, He wants to thank you for the sacrificial meal, and the sweet and sour pork ribs are still as delicious as ever."

"You—" the disciple of Shendu frowned, his expression flickering, "Mr. Chunfeng is really, really? No, how can you call him by his name, ah, you also ate the sacrificial meal I prepared for him, I... "

As he said that, he took up a sword flower, and suddenly paddled it to Jiang Qihe's feet. The latter had nothing at hand and didn't want to use his real strength, so he threw the tablet in his sleeve and immediately attacked the opponent.

Shen Chen's sandalwood exploded into several pieces in an instant, the disciple of Shendu suddenly opened his eyes, and raised his sword to attack Jiang Qihe.But the white-haired kid was a little faster than the disciple of Shendu, Jiang Qihe didn't even lift the corner of his clothes, he had already held the epee three feet away, exerted all his strength, removed the opponent's sword, and then threw it flying several feet.

The disciple of Shendu coughed heavily and spat out a mouthful of blood. The white-haired child was about to walk over with a sword, but Jiang Qihe stopped him.

Jiang Qihe looked at the broken bottle of wine with pity, smelled the aroma of the wine, came to the disciple of Shendu, and slowly squatted down.He looked around at him and said, "Is there anything else? I mean Qingyin Xuehuaniang."

"You, cough, cough..." The disciple of Shendu gave him a hard look, but his injuries were too severe to speak, so he could only curl up, covered his heart and lips and coughed fiercely.

Jiang Qihe patted him on the shoulder, "Really, Jiang Qihe is not dead, so there is no need to prepare these in the future, oh, wine is still okay, you prepared this wine for him, right?"

The disciple of Shendu snorted coldly.

There was such a big commotion in the lobby, all the shopkeepers were naturally attracted, but no one dared to step forward to fight. At this time, the situation eased a little, and the bold guy shyly avoided the tables and chairs that had been turned all the way, and took the disciples of Shendu Push him to the side and sit down.

"Excuse me, help me too." Jiang Qihe raised his eyes and looked at the buddy with a smile, but the claws stretched out from the side were dirty, half dragging and half hugging him with involuntary meaning.

"Hey, take it easy." Jiang Qihe turned his head and said critically, "Just stand up, don't drag me into the chair."

Jiang Qihe said that, but the white-haired kid didn't listen, and insisted on letting his butt touch the chair before letting go.

He anxiously scanned the newly added claw marks on his clothes, paused a few times and chose to ignore them, and took a comfortable position in the seat. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the disciple of Shendu say, "I, I don't know yet. Lord Chunfeng has left Xuyuan today, but how can you call him by his first name for a high-minded person like him!"

This Shendu disciple had a serious expression on his face, but when he mentioned the word "Lord Chunfeng", his eyes flashed brightly again.

Jiang Qihe was very helpless, Ah Lu stopped on his shoulder, with a look of surprise, "There are a lot of people like this, and you can catch a lot of them by shouting on the street."

"I, I'm different from them!" The disciple of Shendu sat up straight and stared at Ah Lu, "Mr. Chunfeng, Mr. Chunfeng..."

His voice was very loud, and because of the injury, his voice was still a little hoarse. At this moment, an idle voice came from outside the door,

"Hey, Chen Yi, are you talking about my master again? With your cultivation level, what right do you have to say these three words?"

The door of Zuiyun Building was half opened, but the visitor seemed to think that half of the door could not accommodate his stature, so he kicked the other half, making the other half crumbling.

The man walked in, his voice still arrogant, "Let me see where you served my master's sacrificial meal, yo...it's really shabby."

His eyes swept around the Zuiyun Building, and stopped on Jiang Qihe and the white-haired child, "The people who called here are ugly enough, and there is also a beggar, who really dirty my master's eyes."

Jiang Qihe finally raised his eyelids to look at him, tapped his fingers on the armrest, and tilted his head and said, "Stop, who are you calling master?"