Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 447: Is the young man from Zixiao Pavilion who apologizes to you understand romance?
[Wutong had already cleverly brought you some clean clothes. You had just changed into your clothes, but you were already soaked.]

[The large celadon jar was completely filled by Madam Ruan, and there were a few green lotus leaves floating on the water that she had gotten from somewhere.]

[You shook your head helplessly and had to ask Wutong to prepare a new jar.]

[You can't use Mrs. Ruan's bath water to make tea - even though she protested that she washed herself carefully every day. ]

[You approach the tank and tap the wall with your fingers: “There’s nothing for you to do on weekdays.”]

[“If necessary, we will send them to find you.”]

[“This sword intent will automatically dissipate after three years. If I die, this sword intent will also disappear.”]

[A clear cry was heard from the treetops, and two Zhaoming Luans shed golden light. ]

[Mrs. Ruan raised her head, with a strange light in her eyes - she had raised a pig dragon and tamed a catfish in her life, but she had never come into contact with such a divine bird.]

[The meaning of the words couldn't be clearer: she doesn't have to be trapped in this small courtyard. ]

[But Madam Ruan put her chin on the edge of the jar and said, "Zhu Polong is dead. I can't go back to the Prince of Yan's Mansion. I have nowhere to go."]

[The voice becomes increasingly quiet, "Can I stay here?"]

[Last night she fiddled with the sword pill herself, and the backlash pain was still fresh in her memory. She would never dare to feel that kind of pain again, as if her meridians were broken.]

[She hasn’t lived enough, and doesn’t want to die so early!]

[You waved your hand nonchalantly: "Stay if you want, just pay for your own meals."]

[Mrs. Ruan's eyes lit up when she heard this. She quickly spat out a few sparkling pearls and took out a few grains of gold sand, lining them up beside the water tank: "Are these enough?"]

[Seeing you remain silent, she hastily adds: "I, I can also raise water beasts!"]

[Gestures with both arms, "I can raise one that's bigger than a pig dragon!"]

[She hesitated for a moment, as if she had made a great decision: "I can raise two for you, or... three..."]

[The wound on his wrist that had not yet healed was revealed as he moved - those hideous scars were clearly caused by long-term feeding of beasts with their essence and blood.]

[Your eyes lingered on her skinny arm for a moment, and you shook your head and said, "No need for this."]

[You turned to look at Wutong. The little maid had already come over to count the pearls, "Master, these are enough for her to eat for more than a year."]

[She reached out and rubbed Mrs. Ruan's head, "Master, it's just a matter of adding a set of bowls and chopsticks."]

[You nodded and went to the backyard to wash up. ]

[Mrs. Ruan stared blankly at your departing back.]

[The decisive figure in the misty lake yesterday gradually overlapped and separated with the person in front of me - it turns out that you are not as fierce as I imagined. ]

[The sun shines through the gaps in the leaves of the sycamore tree, casting tiny spots of light in the water tank.]

[The afternoon sun shines obliquely, and you and Wutong have just had lunch.]

[Although he has entered the Snow Mountain realm of martial arts, the true essence in his body ultimately comes from the essence and blood of his flesh and blood, and he has not yet reached the realm of fasting. ]

[Only the strong ones who have reached the Xuandan realm of the ninth realm of martial arts can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as food after condensing the Xuandan, completely transcending the need for ordinary food. ]

[Before the teacup was put down, there was a slight sound from the courtyard gate.]

[You looked up and saw a familiar figure - Gongsun Niangzi, the courtesan of Zixiao Pavilion who was famous for her sword dance in Bianjing, standing outside the door.]

[She came alone half a month ago, but today there was a middle-aged man in a purple robe beside her.]

[Madam Gongsun bowed gracefully, her wide sleeves brushing across the bluestone steps like flowing clouds: "Master Guan, this is the senior manager of my Zixiao Pavilion."]

[The purple-robed man took three steps forward and bowed respectfully: "Greetings, Master Guan."]

[When he stood up, his eyes were clear and he didn't beat around the bush: "Yesterday, Zixiao Pavilion was forced to offend me due to circumstances. I came here today to apologize."]

[After saying this, he took out a gilded wooden box from his sleeve. Even before the lid of the box was opened, a strange fragrance could be smelled.]

[Manager Gao held up the gilded wooden box with both hands and said solemnly: "The box contains the Soul-Restoring Incense, a treasure that all Yuanshen cultivators dream of."]

[His fingertips lightly stroked the cloud pattern on the box, "When a person dies, the body decays. Lighting this incense can lock the seven souls and six spirits for seven days."] [Seeing your expression change slightly, he added: "There is something more mysterious - those who take the incense can have their souls leave their bodies for half a minute during the day, and realize the Yang God realm in advance."]

[You remember Lu Hua once said that there are only five rare items in the world that can help Ziwei Hengjie break through to Yangshen, and the Soul-Returning Incense is one of them.]

[This is something you will find hard to refuse!]

[Without waiting for your response, the senior manager took out a mutton-fat jade box and placed it on the stone table: "This is the jade-nourishing pill for Miss Wutong."]

[The lid of the box slightly opens, revealing a pill the size of a longan. A refreshing fragrance immediately fills the courtyard. "Taking it can directly enter the lower third realm of the Yuanshen."]

[He took three steps back, with a respectful attitude, "This is a small gift from Zixiao Pavilion, I hope you will accept it."]

[There was a sudden "gulp" sound in the water tank - Mrs. Ruan was so startled that she spat out a string of bubbles.]

[She recognized this Yangyu Pill. In the past, the King of Yan asked for one to give to his concubine, but he exchanged it for three ships and pearls.]

[You just thought for a while and nodded slightly: "In that case, thank you very much, OP."]

[Hearing this, the senior manager's tense shoulders relaxed visibly, and he let out a long sigh, "Young Master is very understanding and should be able to distinguish right from wrong. Zixiao Pavilion welcomes you at any time."]

[He took two steps back respectfully, "Then I won't bother you any more. Goodbye."]

[Gongsun Niang bowed slightly and sent her off!]

[Coming and going like the wind, in the blink of an eye the courtyard returned to peace. ]

[Mrs. Gongsun stood there, with some surprise in her eyes. The people behind the three Qingyin troupes in Bianjing were all very capable people.]

[She knew better than anyone that this "manager" was actually the most powerful person in Zixiao Pavilion, second only to the owner. He was in charge of the six floors and three pavilions. All the women in the building were terrified of him, and even he had to be treated with caution.]

[It seems that the host of the post was the one who wanted to make this person, who claims to be the manager, so humble today and even deliberately lower his posture. 】

[Some bigwigs in Bianjing have quietly learned that the calm young man in front of them is the successor of the sword art of the second master of the academy. ]

[She turned around, with admiration in her beautiful eyes.]

[This identity is enough to make any force in Bianjing dare not underestimate him. ]

[She was able to know this because the senior manager today asked her to help build a bridge with Xie Guan.]

[Mrs. Gongsun said softly, "Master Guan, are you really a man who hides his true talents?"]

[There was a hint of coquettishness in her tone, which was different from her usual tone, "As the second master's last disciple, if it weren't for the killing yesterday, I'm afraid this identity would not have been revealed."]

[You responded, "Doesn't this just prove that Miss Gongsun has a very high vision and is very discerning about talent, and that she has known me for a long time."]

[Mrs. Gongsun smiled and walked to the stone table. "I have always admired Mr. Er the most. It's a pity that I am a woman and have no talent for swordsmanship. Seeing Mr. Guan's demeanor, I can't help but feel a little envious."]

[“I came here today, hoping to see a copy of your calligraphy. I will leave Bianjing soon.” She spoke sincerely and freely.]

[You look at the most famous courtesan of Zixia Pavilion in Bianjing, the woman whose sword moves the world.]

[After she won the top ten at the banquet, she was eligible to redeem herself and gained freedom early. It was just delayed for some reason, otherwise she would have left long ago. ]

[Bianjing City is full of decadence and luxury, and many people are eager for fame and fortune. But she - fame, wealth, and status are within her reach, but she chose to leave. ]

[With such a character, she can truly be called a remarkable woman. ]

[Now that Madam Gongsun has left, I'm afraid we may never see each other again. ]

【Life is unpredictable, it is hard to meet and hard to leave. 】

[You didn't refuse, and you picked up your brush and started writing. The ink spread on the rice paper, and the strokes were full of style.]

[When the ink is dry, you will personally escort her to the courtyard gate.]

[Flowers are falling in front of the steps. Madam Gongsun suddenly turns her head and smiles, her lips slightly parted: "If you want to keep me here, Master Guan"]

[“It’s not a bad idea for me to stay here today.”]

[“I wonder if you are willing to understand this situation?”]

(End of this chapter)