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Chapter 454: Three Thousand Feet of White Hair

When Zhao Yiyi heard the old woman's way of addressing the young man, he was startled and his heart seemed to skip a beat.

"Prince?"

She murmured to herself, a hint of doubt and shock flashing in her eyes.

As a woman who grew up in the capital, she naturally knew that commoners were not qualified to enjoy this title, and those who could be called so must be nobles.

And he is not an ordinary noble!

In the Daqian Dynasty, only the adopted sons of the princes and dukes could be honored as the Crown Prince. Even the sons of the earl did not have such an honor.

Could it be that the young man on the couch is the heir of a noble family?

Zhao Yiyi couldn't help but look around.

The yard looked ordinary. Although the bedroom was furnished with some valuable furniture and exuded an exquisite atmosphere, the house as a whole was not luxurious at all. It was even comparable to many common people's residences.

This made her even more confused. Could he be a fallen nobleman?
Just when Zhao Yiyi was full of doubts, the young man on the couch had already sat up straight.

He has an upright posture and exudes an innate nobility.

He first glanced at the old woman with a scrutinizing look in his eyes, and then turned his gaze to Zhao Yiyi.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. He swept over Zhao Yiyi, looking her up and down. Then he pointed at her and asked the old woman with a hint of displeasure in his tone:
"who is she?"

When the old woman heard this, a meaningful smile appeared on her face and she said with a smile:
"She is the old woman's heir."

"The old woman's eyesight is not good. If she hadn't led the way, I wouldn't have been able to get here."

Zhao Yiyi was stunned when he heard this, and felt surprised. What successor?
Not only was she surprised, but even the young man frowned slightly, with a hint of doubt on his face. He couldn't help but look at Zhao Yiyi seriously again.

In his eyes, Zhao Yiyi was dressed simply and looked rustic, and it was obvious that she was a commoner's daughter.

Although she was indeed pretty, she was not to his liking compared to the many beauties he had seen. After all, which woman around him was not beautiful and elegant?

Especially since Zhao Yiyi is only at the level of a ninth-grade warrior, and he doesn't have any of the sharpness that a warrior should have. At first glance, he doesn't look like a powerful character.

This made the young man turn his gaze back to the old woman, his face darkened and he asked:

"Flying-haired devil, you've been in prison for six years, and it's only been a short time since you were released. How come you already have a new heir?"

"You're breaking the rules by bringing someone here whom I haven't met before!"

There was already a hint of dissatisfaction in the young man's words, and there was a hint of questioning in his tone.

The old woman known as the Flying-Hair Demon laughed heartily upon hearing this. Her laughter was hearty and a little unruly.

She tapped the ground with the bamboo pole in her hand, making a "knock knock" sound, and then slowly walked towards the young man.

Although her steps were slow, they were steady.

Soon, she came in front of the young man.

The young man frowned and looked at the old woman unhappily, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

suddenly!

The old woman raised the bamboo pole high in her hand, and with a whistling sound, she suddenly hit the young man.

The young man was shocked and his face turned pale in an instant. He quickly rolled to the other side of the collapse to avoid it, his movements were awkward and panicked.

Obviously, he was extremely afraid of the old woman's sudden attack.

But just as he regained his composure, he realized that the old woman was just trying to scare him. The bamboo pole had not really hit him at all. It was just to scare him away and make room on the couch.

"you!"

The young man glared at the old woman, his eyes burning with anger and his face flushed red.

The old woman sat down on the empty couch, crossed her legs, and said slowly:
"Youngsters, how can you not respect the elders?"

"I've been standing here for a long time. It's fine if you don't even give me a glass of water, but you won't even let me sit down for a while?"

"My legs were broken several times in the imperial prison. Now that they've been healed, I can't stand for long."

Her voice was neither hurried nor slow, with a hint of teasing.

Having said this, the old woman waved at Zhao Yiyi again:

"Hey, heir, please look around this room to see if there's a cup or kettle or something like that. Pour me a glass of water."

Zhao Yiyi couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile. She could see that the old woman was deliberately teasing the young man who was called the prince.

Zhao Yiyi immediately started searching in the house. Her movements were light and quick, and she soon poured a glass of water for the old woman.

This action made the young man look even more embarrassed.

His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.

Obviously, the young man was used to everyone being respectful in front of him, but now these two women dared to be so casual in front of him, even a little unscrupulous, which made him very uncomfortable.

But he was obviously trying his best to control his emotions, and it was obvious that he could not help but feel a little wary of the old woman's identity.

He only heard him say to the old woman in a deep voice:
"Flying-haired devil, you didn't come to me today to drink water, did you? Where are your things?"

While the old woman slowly drank the water poured by Zhao Yiyi, she took out something wrapped in a cloth from her bosom. The cloth looked a little old, but it was wrapped tightly.

She threw it to the young man casually and freely.

The young man took the cloth and was about to open it to take a look.

Zhao Yiyi also looked over curiously at this time, but the young man glared at her with a hint of warning in his eyes, and snorted in displeasure, which forced Zhao Yiyi to look away.

After the young man quickly saw what was wrapped in the cloth, he showed a slight satisfaction on his face, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly:
"Tell your master a message for me, and tell him I'm very satisfied with the things."

"Now that the storm is coming, I hope he and I can work together to achieve great things."

When the old woman heard this, she showed a contemptuous expression on her face, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of her mouth:

"You? You want to cooperate with my master? You are not worthy yet. You are too young."

"If you want to cooperate, your father must come."

"I won't tell you that. Let's wait until the prince is rescued first."

"The food has been delivered and it's time for us to leave. Your Highness, there's no need to keep us for dinner."

Her voice was cold and sharp, full of disdain.

As she spoke, the old woman stood up and handed the bamboo pole in her hand to Zhao Yiyi.

Zhao Yiyi pulled the bamboo pole and guided the old woman slowly out of the bedroom.

The young man's face turned very gloomy, and his eyes revealed a hint of anger and unwillingness. It was obvious that the old woman's words made him very unhappy.

He asked in a deep voice:
"How can I find you when I need help in the future?"

The old woman answered without turning her head:

"You don't need to look for me. If something happens in the future, I will come to you."

As they spoke, the two of them had already walked out of the bedroom.

They crossed the yard and headed towards the gate.

It was only a short distance from the bedroom to the front door, but Zhao Yiyi felt inexplicably anxious and uncomfortable as she walked in front, as if her whole body was under some kind of powerful pressure. That pressure was like an invisible burden, pressing tightly on her shoulders.

Just when Zhao Yiyi was puzzled, the old woman behind him spoke:

"Why is your heart beating so fast? Are you scared by the master hiding here?"

"Follow me, the old woman. You don't have to be afraid. I can't even take these small shrimps and fish seriously."

There was a soothing touch to her voice, yet a certain confidence.

When Zhao Yiyi heard this, he couldn't help but complain in his heart: You have lost your eyes, who else in this world can be taken seriously by you?
However, after Zhao Yiyi took the old woman out of the courtyard, the strange pressure disappeared instantly, and she suddenly felt relaxed all over.

Zhao Yiyi pulled the bamboo pole and took her back to the entrance of the alley where they met.

"Mother-in-law, I have fulfilled my promise. Now it's time for you to fulfill yours, right?"

Zhao Yiyi couldn't help but remind him, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Even now, although Zhao Yiyi still didn't understand what the old woman wanted to do, at least he knew that she was not a matchmaker, and perhaps not a bad person.

The old woman scolded:

"You silly girl, you want to cut my hair so soon?"

"I'm hungry. Take me to your house for a meal first. You can cut my hair after I'm full."

Zhao Yiyi remained silent, her eyes revealing a hint of vigilance. She didn't want to bring this neurotic old woman to her home.

The old woman seemed to see Zhao Yiyi's vigilance and snorted coldly:
"Why, are you still afraid that the old woman will harm your family?"

"Forget it. Go buy a bowl of plain noodles on the street. I'll let you cut my hair after you've eaten your fill."

As she spoke, the old woman sat down on the spot. Her movements were a little slow, but she exuded an unquestionable aura.

Zhao Yiyi immediately turned around and ran into the market. She moved through the crowd and quickly bought a bowl of plain noodles at the noodle stall.

The aroma of this bowl of noodles made her stomach growl.

When she returned to the alley with her noodles, she had already prepared herself for the old woman to leave secretly. But unexpectedly, the old woman did not break her promise, but actually sat there with the bamboo pole beside her, as if waiting for her return.

When the old woman took the noodles handed to her by Zhao Yiyi, she started eating. Although her movements were a bit clumsy, she ate with great relish.

At the same time she added:

"Old lady, I want another bowl of tea!"

Although she felt a little helpless, she still did as the old woman asked and ran to the market to buy a bowl of tea.

Finally, the old woman ate her noodles and drank her tea, and finally she was satisfied:
"bring it on."

Zhao Yiyi immediately took out a pair of scissors and aimed them at the old woman's hair.

The hair was black and shiny, as smooth as black satin.

Just as he was about to drop the scissors, Zhao Yiyi hesitated:

"Mother-in-law, are you really going to let me cut it?"

There was a hint of hesitation in her voice and a hint of pity in her eyes.

The old woman said angrily:
"I'm an old woman who always keeps my word. Cut it quickly and don't dilly-dally!"

"I don't have many years left to live. Every moment and every breath is precious and must not be wasted. Hurry up, you little bitch!"

Zhao Yiyi gritted his teeth and placed the scissors on the old woman's long, shiny black hair.

But when it came to taking action, Zhao Yiyi gave up.

"Forget it, mother-in-law, I don't want your hair anymore."

"I didn't ask for anything in return for helping you just now. I'm going home now."

Zhao Yiyi knew that what the old woman said was right. At her age, she really didn't have much time left to live.

With this snip, it is highly likely that the old woman will never be able to grow her hair this long again in her lifetime.

Zhao Yiyi knows how important beautiful hair is to a woman, and she doesn't want to see the old woman lose her beautiful hair in her later years.

Immediately, Zhao Yiyi turned around and was about to leave.

The old woman was angry. A trace of anger appeared on her face. She swung the bamboo pole and hit Zhao Yiyi hard.

"Snapped!"

Zhao Yiyi was unable to dodge and was hit hard on the back by the bamboo stick. The pain made her scream and almost cry.

A red mark instantly appeared on her back, and the pain made her body tremble slightly.

The old woman cursed:
"You stupid girl, do you think I'm going to tease you like this?"

"If you don't cut your hair today, I'll beat you to death!"

Zhao Yiyi was also angry, her eyes were red. She didn't expect that her kindness would be rewarded with a beating from the old woman.

"Cut it!"

"You were the one who insisted I cut it anyway! Don't regret it after you cut it!"

She came behind the old woman with a pair of scissors in her hand, her heart full of grievance and anger, and started cutting immediately.

"Kacha! Kacha!"

The sound of scissors rang out in the alley.

soon.

The old woman's beautiful black hair was cut off by Zhao Yiyi.

This left the old woman with only short hair that reached her ears.

Zhao Yiyi was also exhausted and panting:

"Grandma, your hair is so hard!"

She slapped her sore arms. The old woman's hair was much tougher than that of ordinary people and was extremely difficult to cut.

If Zhao Yiyi wasn't a warrior, he probably wouldn't be able to cut it off today.

Then Zhao Yiyi looked at the long black hair in his hand, and couldn't help but show envy on his face.

"Grandma, your hair can be sold for a lot of money."

"Are you sure you don't want me to give you some?"

Zhao Yiyi carefully put the long hair into the cloth bag and looked up to ask the old woman.

But who knew that the next second, Zhao Yiyi's face showed an expression of disbelief.

I saw...

The old woman's hair, which was cut just to ear level, was growing rapidly.

Those hairs seemed to have some kind of mysterious life force. They kept twisting like countless black earthworms.

They are growing rapidly, and the growth rate is simply too fast.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, the old woman had regained her long, beautiful black hair.

The long hair fell to the ground like a waterfall. The old woman rolled up her hair and put it into a gauze bag.

Zhao Yiyi couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw this:

"If I knew this, wouldn't I be able to make a fortune just by selling my hair?"

If it were an ordinary woman, seeing this scene, she would probably be scared out of her wits and think she had encountered a monster.

But Zhao Yiyi's courage is obviously much greater than that of ordinary women.

Especially since she had followed Liang Jin and even seen those strange corpses in the secret room two days ago, which had already made her braver.

So when she saw such a strange scene, the first thing she thought of was making money.

Seeing Zhao Yiyi so calm, the old woman couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. She picked up the tea bowl and drank while asking:
"You make so much money, what do you want to do?"

Zhao Yiyi replied:
"Buy my man a house!"

The old woman was startled and almost dropped the tea bowl in her hand.

"puff!"

She couldn't help but spit out the tea she had just drunk.

Then she couldn't help but cough violently, obviously choked by Zhao Yiyi's words.

Then she angrily picked up the bamboo pole and hit Zhao Yiyi fiercely:
"You little bitch! Can't you live without a man? You're such a loser!"

"How can a useless little girl like you be my successor?!"

Zhao Yiyi was hit several times and ran away in pain.

She rubbed her arm, which was covered in red marks, and asked angrily:

"What does this have to do with you?"

The old woman slowly put down the bamboo pole and suddenly asked:

"Didn't you just say that if you learned this old woman's trick, you could sell your own hair?"

"Then what are you still standing there for? Kneel down and become my disciple!"

"This bowl of noodles and a bowl of tea are the apprenticeship gifts I asked you to prepare."

Zhao Yiyi was unable to react for a moment, her mind was in a mess.

She just felt that this old woman's thoughts jumped too fast, so fast that she was neurotic and completely out of touch with normal people.

This also made Zhao Yiyi look alert:
"Why should I take you as my master?"

"Your hair grows so strangely, it looks like witchcraft!"

"You want me to become your disciple, I'm afraid you have bad intentions!"

The old woman snorted coldly when she heard this:
"There are countless people in this world who want to be my disciple, but I just don't see them."

"You silly girl, you're still being picky?"

"Don't worry, I just want to find a successor. I don't want this skill to be lost. I won't let you do anything bad."

"After all, not everyone in this world can practice the 'Three Thousand Feet of White Hair' technique. But you, a little girl, are born to practice this technique."

"As long as you take me as your master, it will be easy for you to buy a house in this capital."

At the end, the old woman added angrily:
"But you're not allowed to buy it for men!"

Zhao Yiyi had a suspicious look on his face, with a hint of distrust in his eyes. It was obvious that he did not trust the old woman.

But the old woman just raised the corner of her mouth with a mysterious smile.

She wasn't worried that Zhao Yiyi wouldn't accept her as her master. With her methods, she had plenty of ways to subdue a little girl...

(End of this chapter)