MTL - I Am Immortal-Chapter 3 Thousand and two hundred years of life

  Chapter 3 Life in the world thousand and two hundred years

   "Good fate?"

  Qi Wuhuo shook his head when he heard the words, and said something in a dream:

   "Efforts with a little effort are worth nothing."

  Paused, some young people were more or less stubborn, and defended themselves:

   "I didn't help my husband just to repay him!"

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

   Reply without saying a word.

  The watchman came over with a clapper, glanced at Qi Wuhuo, as if he couldn't see the old man on his back, but said impatiently:

"I'm afraid there will be snow tonight. Your thin clothes are outside. I'm afraid you will be frozen to death! Go home quickly." The watchman was wearing a dark blue padded jacket, but it seemed that it hadn't been washed for a long time, and it had a layer of black. , gloves made of animal skins, and a water bag hung around his waist, but it contained spirits.

  Winter night travel is even more drudgery.

   Drinking spirits to refresh your throat and refresh yourself can also warm your body. As long as you don't overdo it and don't pass out drunk, it's okay.

  Qi Wuhuo thanked him and got out of the way.

After the watchman passed by, he carried the old man on his back and walked towards home step by step. The watchman walked a few steps forward, and suddenly thought of something, and was about to turn around to say it, but saw the young man stepping forward, The posture is calm, but the speed is extremely fast, like a dragon walking like a tiger, crashing into the wind and snow, disappearing after a few steps, he couldn't help being stunned.

   "Strange, why is this kid so fast today."

   "Walk as well as run."

   "Is it possible that you are not tired?"

   Wiping his eyes, he looked at the jug again. After a shake, there was still more than half of it left, so he became more suspicious: "I didn't drink too much."

   "It's weird."

  ...

The town is quite large, with more than ten thousand residents. The center is the place where the officials deal with affairs. This is the center. The second level is the rich households in the town. Outside the staff, the third level is those with surplus money. Qi Wuhuo is originally a Although the refugees from outside are taken in, they only have a small wooden house on the edge of the town.

It was originally where the forest guards lived more than 20 years ago to resist wild animals. Later, the government sent troops up the mountain several times, and the range of wild animals retreated. The position of forest guards disappeared. This house has been abandoned for more than ten years. dilapidated.

  Although there were many refugees who came here back then, no one liked it.

  I would rather go further and go to the state capital, but Qi Wuhuo, who was only nine years old at the time, stayed here.

   Carrying the old man on his back, he arrived in a short while, and he was light and strong after being penetrated by that strange breath, which seemed to be faster than Qi Wuhuo going back home by himself.

He didn't feel the breath coming into his body before, he just thought it was the wind and snow that forced him, and he walked faster, so he pushed open the door, let the old man sit on the bench first, and then lit the fire with dry grass. After the room was warmed up, a small pouch made of tulle was taken out, and there were many insects in it. At night, it glowed like a lamp. It was placed in the center, and the whole room was bright.

  The old man took a bowl of hot water from Qi Wuhuo, looked at the insect lamp, and smiled in surprise:

   "Heh... the kid is really smart."

  Qi Wuhuo 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 place has been well repaired. There are not many utensils in the room, but they are all neatly placed. There are a few pots of green plants that can grow in winter on the side of the window sill, and the whole is refreshing and clean.

   There are also a few strips of bacon hanging on one side, which seem to be beasts in the mountains.

   was stripped of fur, and dried into dried meat.

  In today's world, many places with abundant vegetation and many harmless beasts are designated by the royal family as their own hunting grounds. In spring and autumn, the dignitaries go hunting on horses, and usually let these beasts prey thrive.

  Ordinary people must not go hunting inside with a bow, otherwise, if they are caught, they will 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 prison.

  These beasts like rabbits can only be caught occasionally.

   But there are quite a few of them here. It can be seen that this young man is extremely dexterous, and the end of the year is approaching. This is probably prepared 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's kung fu of grinding medicinal herbs, he had already taken some coarse grains in the urn, added water to cover three fingers and boiled, when it was almost cooked, he took a piece of cured rabbit meat, originally planned to cut a small Part, but after thinking about it, I cut a little more.

  Cut it into small pieces on the table, put it into the urn together with the cabbage that tastes sweeter after frosting in winter, and cook together. After a while, the aroma will permeate and the warmth will rise.

After changing the medicine for the old man, the pot of meat porridge was ready, and the table on one side was overturned and laid flat, and two bowls of porridge were filled, and a pile of pickled cabbage was placed on the table. superior.

  The boy said:

   "The family is poor, and there is nothing to entertain."

   "I also hope that the old gentleman will not be offended."

  The old man looked at the handsome but serious young man in front of him, and he could vaguely feel that this child seemed to be quite happy about the thing of 'being able to eat with others after returning home instead of being 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 took another pickle with chopsticks, which was crisp and refreshing. He smiled and said, "It's delicious, but I don't know how to call you, little friend, I don't know Gao's name?"

  Qi Wuhuo put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said:

   "Gao's family name doesn't count, my surname is Qi."

   "The name is Wuhuo, and I hope that there will be no confusion in my life."

  The old man sighed: "Qi Wuhuo..."

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

   "The old man's surname is Li. I feel emotional, but it has the same surname as that Taoist ancestor. He has lived for too long, and the name has not been used for a long time."

I don't know what I thought of, my voice paused slightly, I looked at the young man in front of me, at first I only saw that his soul was powerful and there was some abnormality, I thought it was some kind of evil spirit heretics, robbing others, but he carried me all the way, I felt that his soul and soul fit together , there is absolutely no possibility of taking the house, the voice paused, thought for a while, then smiled and said:

"However, you carried me all the way, healed my wounds and gave me food. This old man has to repay you well. Come on, little brother, you can say whatever you want, and I will definitely satisfy you. "

  Qi Wuhuo shook his head and said, "I didn't save Mr. Li for these reasons."

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

   "Slow down, slow down, and listen before it's too late."

He looked at the life without confusion, pointed at the dilapidated gatehouse, and said with a smile: "In this way, I will give you a thousand taels of gold and silver, you can get ten chariots and horses, a hundred servants, three entrances and three exits from the house, and a lifetime of wealth. Dozens of heirs, how about it?"

  Qi Wuhuo shook his head.

  The old man smiled and asked why.

  Qi Wuhuo thought for a while, and replied:

   "Wan Zhong accepts it without arguing about etiquette and righteousness. What can Wan Zhong do to me?"

   "You deserve it."

   This is the text he saw in his dream.

The old man was stunned, thought for a while, and then said: "Is this so, how about this? I see that you live alone and lonely. The old man is also quite famous. He knows five surnames and seven sects. The youngest daughter of the Cui family is very beautiful, like a banished fairy. You save my life, I am willing to ask for it for you, how about it."

   "With the help of this family, accompanied by a beautiful wife, and a beautiful woman by your side, the two love each other happily, and the red sleeves add fragrance, isn't it happy?"

  Qi Wuhuo frowned and shook his head and said: "Old man, you said that in order to repay me, you want to change the fate of a woman who has never met because of me. This is to trap me in injustice."

   "Besides, I don't know her. If she agrees, isn't it just a covetous physical beauty? What are you talking about?"

  The old man still wanted to talk, Qi Wuhuo pointed to the porridge:

   "Mister, the porridge is getting cold."

   Paused, and added a sentence that the young man felt was the biggest threat:

   "If you don't eat it, I will!"

  The old man didn't feel that he was offended by being rejected several times. On the contrary, he smiled a little more. He nodded with a smile, took a sip of porridge, and finally shook his head and said:

   "Neither this, nor that, that's all."

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

   "You bear me a thousand or two hundred steps, and you should form a good relationship."

   "The door is the way, and the scriptures are the path."

   "I open a door, and Ershou will live for thousands of years."

"how?"

  (end of this chapter)