On the first seat, Xiao Chunqiu was slowly sipping the tea that the servant had just brewed and delivered. The fragrance of tea filled the entire lobby, but he felt that this tea was not as good as the Qingming tea produced at Cangshan Mountain in Yuluo Villa.
Drink. Although this tea is fragrant, it is very bitter. He never likes to drink bitter tea, just like he doesn't like to drink cheap wine.
Xiao Chunqiu simply stopped drinking. He pushed the whole pot of tea aside and leaned lazily on the chair, still looking that lazy.
At this moment, the door to the main hall was suddenly pushed open. Xiao Chunqiu looked intently and saw a middle-aged man in gray robes rushing in, followed by a man he had just seen not long ago.
Huang Jiuping, the old housekeeper of Su Mansion.
Su Minghe naturally saw Xiao Chunqiu sitting there lazily. He just glanced at it and was stunned. He was also shocked. More than 800 years have passed since the last time the immortal came to Su Mansion.
At that time, the immortal in front of him still looked like a young man, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was a boy. At first, the old housekeeper Huang Jiuping said that the immortal was a young man. He didn't believe it at first, but now the fact was revealed in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
, it is said that immortals can coexist with the world and grow old together with the sun and moon. It is indeed true.
Su Minghe and the old housekeeper Huang Jiuping did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly stepped forward and knelt down on one knee, holding the white scabbard with both hands, and said in a humble tone: "I don't know if Immortal Xiao is here, my Su family is very honored.
The junior, Su Minghe, is the thirteenth generation of the Su family. I hope that Immortal Xiao can forgive me for missing my welcome."
Here, the old housekeeper Huang Jiuping also said humbly: "I don't know if it's an immortal. I was so negligent just now. Please don't worry about it, Immortal Xiao."
Although he is already seventy years old this year, he knows that he is still a junior compared to the immortals in front of him. Moreover, he called himself "Uncle Ping" not long ago. He feels that it is indeed rude and ignorant.
Xiao Chunqiu waved his hand lightly, and the white scabbard held by Su Minghe slowly flew up. Both Su Minghe and Huang Jiuping were shocked. They looked at the white scabbard held steady.
fell into the hands of the immortal.
Xiao Chunqiu just glanced at the scabbard, then inserted the scabbard back into his waist, and said calmly: "I won't say whether I'm lazy or not, but Uncle Ping, the tea you arranged to make for me is not good at all.
ah."
"Immortal...Immortal..." Huang Jiuping, the old butler who just called "Uncle Ping", was sweating. He couldn't bear it, and his head pressed even lower: "Immortal, you are really embarrassing this junior, you are still the best."
Just call me by my junior name, my junior name is Huang Jiuping."
"Xianren Xiao, Uncle Ping has never seen the scabbard of the Purple Smoke Sword, so he doesn't know that you are an immortal. If I have been rude to you in any way before, I hope you can forgive me." Su Minghe on the side explained hurriedly, and then
He looked at the butler Huang Jiuping: "Uncle Ping, go quickly and take out my fine long ear tea and brew it for the immortal."
Hearing this, Huang Jiuping didn't dare to get up because the immortal hadn't told him to get up yet.
"Okay." Xiao Chunqiu smiled, "You don't need to be so humble. I'm not used to it. You all get up."
"Thank you, immortal." Su Minghe and the old housekeeper Huang Jiuping were overjoyed and said their thanks and stood up.
Huang Jiuping said again: "Immortal, I will make you a pot of good tea right now."
Xiao Chunqiu waved his hand, indicating to go ahead.
Seeing this, Huang Jiuping hurriedly exited the main hall.
Xiao Chunqiu lazily leaned on the chair, tapped the table with his slender right hand, and looked at Su Minghe here: "What are you doing standing still? Sit down." But with these words, it seems that he, Xiao Chunqiu, is the one here.
's owner.
However, Su Minghe didn't care. Being able to sit in the same hall with the immortal would allow him to brag to the old guys in the Chamber of Commerce for a while when he got back.
"Thank you, Immortal." Su Minghe thanked him again and sat on the first seat on the right.
"Don't call me an immortal, call me Young Master Xiao." Xiao Chunqiu yawned lazily, "I am not the immortal your ancestors saved."
"Not that immortal?" Su Minghe looked surprised. "If you are not that immortal, how come you have the scabbard of the Purple Smoke Sword?"
Xiao Chunqiu lowered his head and glanced at the white scabbard inserted at his waist, and said lazily: "This scabbard belongs to my old man."
"Old man?" Su Minghe frowned and asked, "Then you are..."
Xiao Chunqiu replied calmly: "I am his grandson, and my name is Xiao Chunqiu."
"It turns out that he is the descendant of that immortal. I was so stupid that I didn't notice it. However, with the immortal... Mr. Xiao's temperament, he is definitely worthy of the word immortal." Su Minghe suddenly realized that although the young man in front of him was not
What he was looking forward to in his heart was the immortal who had been saved by his ancestors, but he was the descendant of that immortal. This alone meant that the young man was also destined to be an immortal.
"Okay." After hearing the compliments, Xiao Chunqiu did not feel very happy. He still looked lazy: "Stop talking about those cliche words. I came here today with only one purpose, which is to come here for my old man.
Take the sword that was left behind."
"Purple Smoke Sword?" Su Ming was surprised.
Xiao Chunqiu didn't nod, but he didn't deny it either.
"This..." Su Minghe frowned, thought for a while and then asked: "You don't know that Mr. Xiao came to fetch the sword for the immortal, but the immortal needs it urgently?"
"It's not too urgent." Xiao Chunqiu waved his hand and yawned: "It's just that the formation of the Escape Flower Valley is broken. I need to use the Purple Smoke Sword as the formation eye to repair the formation. Okay, if it's useless, just
There’s no need to say any more, I’ll have something to do later, so bring the sword quickly. Besides, after so many years, it’s time for this sword to be returned to its original owner.”
"Yes, yes, Mr. Xiao, you are right. I also know that you cannot delay your affairs." Su Minghe changed the topic and looked a little embarrassed: "It's just..."
"It's just?" Xiao Chunqiu squinted his eyes, and just now he noticed that something was wrong with Su Minghe's expression. Could it be that he was greedy for the luck of the Purple Smoke Sword and was unwilling to return it. Xiao Chunqiu's tone was unusually serious: "Why?
?You don’t want to return it? If my old man didn’t want to lose etiquette and sent me to inform you, otherwise do you think you can protect that sword?”
"No, no, Mr. Xiao, please don't misunderstand me." Seeing that the immortal was about to get angry, Su Minghe stood up in a frightened manner and explained: "Actually, I have already guessed that you are here to get the sword. It's just that you suddenly fell down some time ago.
There was a heavy rain. My Su Mansion has been in disrepair for a long time, and everything is old. The heavy rain washed away the underground secret room where the Purple Smoke Sword was stored. The ancestors of the younger generation have ancestral precepts and do not allow outsiders to enter the mansion.
We can use some servants in the house to dig it out, but so far we have only dug half of it. It’s not that I don’t want to return the Purple Smoke Sword, it’s just that I really can’t return it now.”
"Oh?" Xiao Se responded lightly.
Su Minghe wiped the sweat from his head: "Yes, if Mr. Xiao is not in a hurry to use the sword, why not give me two days, I will send more people and order them to dig faster. I will return it when the time comes."