Yujingtai was covered with a thin layer of morning mist.
Grandma Ping suddenly appeared, walked to the pond and took out fish food to feed the fish in the pond.
Looking at the fish fighting for food in the water, a smile appeared on her old face.
No one knows when she appears and leaves every day, and no one knows where she lives or where her home is.
No matter Qian Yanjun or the residents of Yujing Terrace, you can always see this old man.
She often watered the glazed lilies in Yujingtai, carefully looked after the flowers that were now almost extinct, fed the fish in the water every day, and smiled as she watched the bright red koi carp grow and become rounder.
She has a young apprentice who is as smart and sensible as a grown-up, a great apprentice with extraordinary cooking skills, and an extraordinary relationship with Liyue's political and legal lawyer Yan Fei. Other than that, she is just like an ordinary old man.
But only a few people know that this is an immortal.
The name of the immortal is unknown, and his age is a mystery. He just transformed into an old man and lived in Liyue Port.
When I am free, I look at the lights of thousands of houses, when I feel good, I stroll through the streets and alleys, and occasionally I go to the mountains to find one or two old friends to chat with, and when I am in a good mood, I give guidance to the two or three younger generations.
The days passed so slowly and quickly that she didn't even know how long she had been in Liyue Port.
Hu Tao took Jiang Bai to Yujing Terrace, looking for Grandma Ping.
Behind her, Jiang Bai looked like he had never seen in the market before, looking here and there, like a country boy.
As the residence of the wealthy in Liyue Port, Yujing Terrace’s entire architectural style reveals a kind of simplicity and refinement.
Whether it is the carved stone steps, the jade handrails on the stairs, or the complicated carvings in the pavilion, they all reflect the flavor of money.
The rich area lives up to its name.
Jiang Bai just looked around and gained insights.
There was no fumbling around at all, and I even wanted to deduct a piece of flooring and sell it for money.
Hu Tao quickly found Grandma Ping standing by the lake, shouted and walked over with Jiang Bai.
"Grandma Ping!"
Grandma Ping raised her head when she heard the voice, with a kind smile on her face.
"It's a walnut. It seems that we have found everything."
"Hehe, I personally took action, there is no reason to find anything wrong!"
"Grandma, have you eaten? I brought you some food!" Hutao took out a food box.
"Thank you very much." Grandma Ping responded with a smile.
She looked at Jiang Bai behind Hu Tao, "Who is this?"
Hutao stood on tiptoes and patted Jiang Bai on the shoulder, as if he valued this young man very much: "This is the steward of our Rebirth Hall, his name is Jiang Bai, and I plan to let him do this [Leaves Return to Their Roots] project!"
"Hello, grandma!" Jiang Bai bowed to say hello, showing his big white teeth.
"He's a nice young man!"
Grandma Ping sprinkled all the remaining fish food into the pond, hunched over and walked to the table in the pavilion by the lake.
After chatting for a while and finishing breakfast, Grandma Ping took out a large teapot and opened the lid while the two looked at her in confusion.
"You come with me!"
A suction force came from the pot, bringing several people into the pot.
Entering the pot, Jiang Bai and Hu Tao looked surprised.
They were still in Liyue Port just now, but in the blink of an eye they arrived at Xianjia Cave.
The surrounding fairy mountains, pavilions, and auspicious clouds are not like the scenery of the human world.
On the contrary, there is an ordinary small courtyard standing at the foot of the mountain. Some vegetables and fruits are planted in the courtyard. The door is closed, and it seems that there are people living there.
Jiang Bai also saw the Xianjia Cave House for the first time, and his face was filled with disbelief.
"Where is this?" Hutao guessed that Grandma Ping's identity was not simple, but she didn't expect it to be so special!
Master is so awesome, does Xiang Ling know?
But his Zhongli is not bad either, he might be an immortal who lives in seclusion in the world!
Thinking of this, Hutao's waist straightened up even more.
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"This is my home." Grandma Ping was still smiling and didn't mind at all that these two people knew her identity.
"Are you an immortal?" Hutao asked directly.
Grandma Ping smiled and nodded, "How is Dieshan doing lately?"
Knowing that it was an immortal, Hutao immediately stopped thinking about promoting the business of the Rebirth Hall after getting the things.
Even though the immortals look old, that's just the appearance of their incarnation. As long as they want, they can even transform into children.
Therefore, it is not correct to rely on the age of the incarnation to judge the life span of an immortal.
Even though Grandma Ping is so old in her incarnation, when Hutao dies, Grandma Ping will still be there, so she won't be of much use.
The same goes for Zhongli. He looks so young that he might have lived for how many years!
Therefore, there is no problem for her to call Mr. Zhongli!
"Zhenjun Dieshanlishui is very good. He has always been leisurely and relaxed, and he has grown well with flowers."
Grandma Ping smiled, knowing the hobbies of her old friends.
"Take out the materials!"
"okay!"
Hu Tao took things from the ring one by one, and soon they piled up into a small mountain.
Jiang Bai had a new understanding of how big Hu Tao's ring was. It could hold so many things, and it was definitely not as small as Hu Tao said!
Likewise, he was very envious of it, and he seemed to have such a storage space!
"Not bad, not bad!" Grandma Ping waved her hand, and things on the ground flew up one by one and fell into a workshop.
"You guys come with me!"
Jiang Bai's eyes showed anticipation. Is this the immortal about to start forging magic weapons?
Going out with the hall master is really informative!
It's no wonder he crawled out of the warm bed so early!
Walking into the workshop, a wave of heat hit me.
Although Grandma Ping looked rickety, that was just a look.
She waved her hand, and a piece of marcasite flew into her palm, slowly melting into a pool of liquid and floating on the edge.
Next, there is magic crystal mine, stone amber, night stone, prison topaz, and basalt sand.
The minerals melted into liquid and floated around the body, while those that could not be melted, such as basalt sand, turned into fine particles that gathered and floated.
Jiang Bai and Hu Tao watched Grandma Ping's operation without blinking, fearing that they would miss the wonderful scene of Immortal Forging in a blink of an eye.
The four directions of true energy floated out from it. Grandma Ping closed her eyes and started to pinch the magic with her fingers.
A steady stream of immortal power floated out from her fingertips, and the minerals wrapped around the four directions one by one. Under the control of Grandma Ping, the prototype of a compass slowly appeared.
As the immortal power continues to gather, the outline of the compass becomes clearer and clearer.
Grandma Ping waved her hand, and the remaining materials condensed into long sticks. The golden long sticks exuded light, and runes were slowly carved on them.
After a while, the golden light disappeared, revealing the prototypes of two items.
This compass is exquisite and majestic. It is about the size of Jiang Bai's palm. It feels heavy when you put it in your hand. It has twenty-four directions carved with simple characters. There is a golden ball of light inlaid in the center. You can touch it with your hand.
I went down but didn't touch anything.
It's just that the most important thing is missing from this compass, which is the pointer indicating the direction.