Chapter 3 Two hundred years of life

"Good destiny?"

Qi Wuhuo shook his head when he heard this and said something from his dream:

"It's such a small effort, so worth mentioning."

After a pause, he was more or less stubborn as a young man, and defended himself. :

"I didn't help my father-in-law just to repay him!"

The old man laughed and said, "Of course I know."

He said nothing again.

The watchman walked over with his bangs and glanced at Qi Wuhuo. It seemed as if he hadn't seen the old man on his back. He just said impatiently:

"I'm afraid there will be snow tonight. You are wearing thin clothes outside. I'm afraid I'm going to be frozen to death! Go home quickly." The watchman was wearing a dark blue cotton jacket, but it seemed that it had not been washed for a long time. He also wore a layer of black animal skin gloves and a water bag hanging on his waist. , but it contains spirits.

Traveling at night in winter is even more of a chore.

Drinking a strong drink to moisten your throat and refresh yourself can also warm your body. As long as it's not excessive and you don't pass out drunk, it's okay.

Qi Wuhuo thanked him and moved out of the way.

When the watchman passed by, he carried the old man on his back and walked step by step toward his home. The watchman took a few steps forward, and suddenly thought of something. He was about to turn back and say something, but saw the young man stepping forward step by step. The posture was calm, but the speed was extremely fast, like a dragon walking like a tiger, he crashed into the wind and snow, and disappeared after a few steps, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"It's strange how this kid's legs are so fast today."

"Walking is just like running."

"Isn't it possible that you're not tired?"

He wiped his eyes and looked at the wine bottle again. In a flash, there was still more than half of it, so He became more and more suspicious: "I didn't drink too much."

"That's strange."

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The town is quite large, with more than ten thousand residents. The center is where officials handle affairs. From this center, the next level He is a wealthy household in the town, not a member of the government, and the third level is those who have a surplus of money at home, while Qi Wuhuo is a refugee from outside. Although he was taken in, he only has a small wooden house on the edge of the town.

It was originally the forest guard's residence more than 20 years ago to ward off wild animals. Later, the government sent troops to the mountain several times, and the wild animals' range retreated. The position of forest guard disappeared, and the house was abandoned for more than ten years. Already dilapidated.

Although there were many refugees who came here back then, no one took them seriously.

He would rather go further and go to the capital of this state, but Qi Wuhuo, who was just nine years old at the time, stayed here.

Carrying the old man on his back, he arrived in less than a moment. With that strange aura entering his body, he felt light and strong and seemed to be able to go home faster than Qi Wuhuo himself.

He didn't feel the breath that entered his body before, he just thought it was the wind and snow today, so he walked faster, opened the door, let the old man sit on the bench first, and then used hay to light a fire. After a while, he was full of energy. When the room was warmed up, he took out a small pouch made of gauze, in which were placed many insects. It glowed like a lamp at night, and was placed in the center, illuminating the whole room.

The old man took the bowl of hot water handed over by Qi Wuzhuo, looked at the insect lamp, and said with a surprised smile:

"Ah... the kid is quite clever."

Qi Wuzhuo said: "The family has no money left, so we have to find a way. ."

The old man stroked his beard and looked around the small wooden house.

The originally dilapidated places have been well repaired. There are not many utensils in the house, but they are all neatly placed. There are also a few pots of green plants that can grow in winter on one side of the window sill. The whole thing is refreshing and clean.

There were several strips of bacon hanging on one side, which looked like wild beasts from the mountains.

The skin was stripped off and dried into dried meat.

In today's world, many places with abundant vegetation and harmless beasts have been designated by the royal family as their own hunting grounds. In spring and autumn, the powerful go on horseback hunting, but in normal times, these wild beasts are allowed to thrive.

Ordinary people must not go hunting with a bow, otherwise if they are caught, they may be whipped for dozens of times and bedridden for three months, or they may be caught on the spot by patrolling soldiers and thrown into jail.

These rabbits and other beasts can only be encountered and caught occasionally.

But there are quite a few here, which shows that this young man is extremely dexterous, and he is approaching the end of his life. He is probably preparing for the winter. Although he is poor, he is full of expectations for life.

The old man nodded slightly.

But he had seen Qi Wuhuo grinding the herbs. He had taken some coarse grains into an urn, added water to cover three fingers and cooked it. When it was about to be cooked, he took a piece of bacon, which he originally planned to cut into small pieces. Part, but after thinking about it, I cut a little more.

Cut it into small pieces on the table, put it into a vat and cook it together with the cabbage, which becomes sweeter after being frosted in winter. In a moment, the aroma will fill the air and the warmth will rise.

By the time the medicine was changed for the old man, the pot of meat porridge was also ready. The table that was standing upright on one side was flattened, and two bowls of porridge were placed in it. There was also a pile of vinegar-pickled cabbage and placed on the table. superior.

The young man said:

"The family is poor and has nothing to entertain."

"I hope the old gentleman won't be offended."

The old man looked at the handsome but serious young man in front of him, and he could faintly feel that this child seemed to be interested in being able to be with him after returning home. It's quite satisfying to eat together instead of alone.

But even though he was happy, his face was still calm and calm.

The old man took a sip of the porridge and thought it was quite delicious. He picked up a chopstick of pickled vegetables, which were crisp and refreshing. He smiled and said, "It's delicious. I don't know what to call you yet. My little friend, don't you know your surname?"

Qi Wuzhuo put down his bowl and chopsticks and said:

"The surname Gao doesn't count, my surname is Qi."

"My name is Wuzhuo. I hope there will be no confusion in my life."

The old man sighed: "Qi Wuzhuo..."

"Wuhuo ..." The word "confused" is simple to say, but it is rare. "

My surname is Li. It sounds like I have the same surname as the Taoist ancestor. He has lived for a long time and has not used his name for a long time."

I don't know what I thought of it . What, his voice paused slightly, and he looked at the young man in front of him. At first, he only saw that his soul was powerful and abnormal, and thought that he was some evil heretic who wanted to seize people's bodies. Giving up the possibility, he paused, thought for a moment, then smiled and said:

"However, you carried me all the way, healed my injuries and gave me food. I have to repay you well, come on, come on, Little brother, you can tell me whatever you want, and I will definitely satisfy you."

Qi Wuhuo shook his head and said, "That's not what I saved Mr. Li for."

The old man stroked his beard, stretched out his hand and said with a smile,

"Slow down, take your time. It's not too late to finish listening first."

He looked at Qi Wuhuo's life, pointed at the dilapidated concierge, and said with a smile, "In this case, I will give you a thousand taels of gold and silver, ten chariots and horses, and a hundred servants. The house has three entrances and three exits, a lifetime of wealth and dozens of heirs, how about that?"

Qi Wuhuo shook his head.

The old man smiled and asked why.

Qi Wuhuo thought for a while and replied:

"If you accept ten thousand zhong without arguing about etiquette and justice, what does ten thousand zhong do to me?"

"I am ashamed to accept it."

This was the text he had seen in his dream.

The old man was stunned, thought for a while, and then said: "Well, how about this? I see that you are living alone and lonely. I am somewhat famous. I know five surnames and seven sects. The Cui family's youngest daughter is very beautiful, just like an immortal. How about you save my life and I'm willing to get it for you?"

"How about having this family to help you, a lovely wife to accompany you, a beautiful woman by your side, loving each other, and your red sleeves adding fragrance, aren't you happy?"

Qi Wuhuo frowned. He shook his head and said: "My father-in-law, you said that in order to repay me, you want to change the fate of a woman I have never met because of me. This is setting me up for injustice."

"Besides, I don't recognize her. If I agree, then it won't Are you just greedy for physical beauty? What about mutual love?"

The old man continued to speak, and Qi Wuhuo pointed at the porridge:

"Old sir, the porridge is getting cold."

After a pause, he added what he thought was the biggest problem. Threat:

"If you don't eat, I will eat!"

The old man didn't feel offended by being rejected several times. Instead, his smile became thicker. He nodded with a smile, took a sip of porridge, and finally shook his head and said:

"I don't want this either. , Then don't, let's do this."

He put down the porridge, his black eyes were as warm as jade, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he wrote lightly:

"You have to take me a thousand and two hundred steps, and you should form a good relationship."

"The door is the way, and the sutra is the path . ."

"I will open a door and live with you for 1200 years."

"How?"