Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

On the eve of dawn,

Wang Fu, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes and raised the corner of his mouth. Lao Jiang was back.

Sure enough, the next moment the door was opened, and Lao Jiang Yan, whose face could not conceal his joy, entered the room.

"Succeeded?" Seeing this expression, Wang Fu asked tentatively. Seeing Jiang Yan nod, he couldn't help but be happy for his friend, "It's good that it succeeded. Now that you have the Red Heart Snow Lotus, you may have to build the foundation first before me." ”

"It's not easy. It's a narrow escape." Jiang Yan shook his head slightly.

Wang Fu sighed inwardly, patted Jiang Yan on the shoulder and said:

"Don't be confused."

"On the road of cultivation, if you don't advance, you will retreat. During this period, you can prepare with all your strength. Leave the supervision to me."

He did not advise Jiang Yan not to rush for a while, nor did he tell Jiang Yan to give up. As a friend, support is the best help.

Jiang Yan did not refuse, nodded and took out the 500-year-old snow lotus and handed it to Wang Fu:

"Snow lotus is of no use to me anymore, just keep it."

"Don't say anything useless. You might be just a little bit worse at the critical moment. I'll take this snow lotus as well. Whether you need it or not, I'll put it where you are first." Wang Fu shook his head and refused, even taking out his own snow lotus. A snow lotus was thrust into Jiang Yan's hand.

Seeing Jiang Yan's refusal, Wang Fu said half-jokingly:

"I'm just lending it to you temporarily. If you succeed, I will support you with many foundation-building friends. If you fail... won't all these things be mine when I collect your body?"

Jiang Yan was stunned and speechless.

The next day, an invisible barrier was raised in Jiang Yan's room, but there were flags distributed at the four corners of the room, turning into formations to protect the entire room.

Wang Fu threw out a series of talismans and hid around Jiang Yan's room, forming the outermost defense for Jiang Yan. He also informed the manager of Yuanyang Tower that no one was allowed to approach, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Lao Jiang, the next step depends on you."

After taking a deep look at Jiang Yan's room, Wang Fu went back to his room to meditate and practice. Although his spiritual power grew slowly, it was better than nothing.

Time passed day by day, and there was no movement in Jiang Yan's room. Perhaps Wang Fu was worried and couldn't calm down, so he simply went to Xiadu to hang out without practicing or drawing talismans.

As the imperial city of the Great Xia Kingdom, Xia Capital has all kinds of scenic and entertainment places. Wang Fu found nearly twenty brothels alone. The girl inside was called Shuiling. Unfortunately, it was still not as good as the one in Wangxian Lake in Xia Capital. The meaning of the Paradise Painted Boat.

Wang Fu is now in the best position of the Paradise Painted Boat. On the left is the endless beauty of Wangxian Lake, and on the right is the oiran dancing in the middle of the boat.

Appreciate without overstepping.

Before the foundation is built, Wang Fu's bottom line is not to lose his beauty.

"Young man, why do you occupy the best seat on the boat and get drunk alone?"

A sloppy old man suddenly sat down opposite Wang Fu, catching him off guard. He remembered that he had clearly given the owner of the painting boat enough silver to buy these two seats so that no one would be disturbed, but a sloppy old man actually barged in?

Do you still want to start this boat business?

When his consciousness swept away, he found that his vitality was low and his body was empty. He was obviously an ordinary old man who might die at any moment. Wang Fu immediately asked the other party to go out:

"Isn't it too unreasonable for the old senior to come here uninvited?"

"Unreasonable? I think you are the one who is being unreasonable. Who doesn't know that my boss is sitting under your butt?" The sloppy old man slapped the table and glared at Wang Fu angrily.

This sudden change made Wang Fu very puzzled. The old man in front of him seemed to have an extraordinary arrogance, and he actually dared to slap the table in front of him.

In line with the mentality of not being surprised by those who don't know, Wang Fu was not angry.

"I paid for this location. Did the old man remember the wrong place?"

"I can't remember it wrong. Every time I come here, Lao Zhang, this is the place. You took over it as soon as I came today. You said I was unreasonable. You little kid has no manners at all." The sloppy old man grabbed the wine bottle on the table. He poured it into his mouth, causing Wang Fu to frown.

Just when he was about to slap the rude and sloppy old man away with a wave of his hand, the steward of the Bliss Painting Boat happened to hear the commotion and walked in. He respectfully saluted the wealthy man Wang Fu. He opened his mouth and said:

"Young master, please calm down. This person's name is Zhang Shanhai, and he is the elder of my family. Eight years ago, he was elected as a judge. He thought he would be able to become an official in the court, but his title was revoked because he offended someone in the palace. I was depressed and frustrated. That’s why it became like this.”

"The position of the young master is indeed the position where Mr. Zhang sat when he came to paint the boat. I blame the villain for remembering the wrong time, which caused embarrassment. Thanks to the gentleman's magnanimity and not arguing with Mr. Zhang, the villain makes the decision for the boat master. From now on, the young master will come to paint the boat. All consumption is free.”

"I wonder what you think, Master?"

Wang Fu was speechless after what the Huafang Steward said, and he admired the Steward's smooth handling of things in his heart. Besides, he didn't even bother to embarrass an old mortal, so he smiled and said:

"It turns out there is another reason for this. Since he is the elder of the boat owner, Wang is not a stingy person. If this old man doesn't dislike it, he can drink with me."

"I wonder what the old man thinks?"

"Haha... You are a good little kid, with a broad mind. I, Lao Zhang, have some ink in his belly, and I still understand the principle of courtesy." The sloppy old man Zhang Shanhai put down the wine bottle in his hand, laughed twice, and turned to the steward of the painting boat. He said, "Xiao Liang, go get two jugs of good wine. I'm in a good mood today. Let's have a few drinks with this little kid."

"Wait a moment, Mr. Zhang." The manager of the pleasure boat was relieved and quickly left to prepare the wine.

In a short while, two pots of wine and some delicacies were sent over.

"Please, old senior."

Wang Fu poured two glasses of wine and gestured to the sloppy old man.

"Haha... not bad, not bad."

Zhang Shanhai raised his glass and clinked it with Wang Fu, and the two drank the wine together.

Perhaps because they had a relationship of drinking together, the old and the young chatted while eating and drinking. Most of the time, the sloppy old man Zhang Shanhai told his past glorious deeds by himself, and Wang Fu occasionally smiled and agreed with a few words. Not to mention, listening to the stories of other people's ups and downs in life is also a different kind of flavor.

"What do you do, little kid? Which noble son are you?" Zhang Shanhai asked casually, holding a greasy chicken leg in one hand and a wine pot in the other. His turbid eyes occasionally glanced at the dancer in the middle of the pleasure boat.

"You are not a nobleman, but a wanderer who has come here for fun." Wang Fu looked at the dishes that the sloppy old man had grabbed with his hands, and he couldn't bear to pick up his chopsticks again, so he could only drink the wine in his wine pot.

"You are not from the imperial city, so it's a good feeling... Don't look at the bright and beautiful appearance of the imperial city, it's actually dark behind the scenes, eating people without leaving bones." The sloppy old man looked around and showed a disdainful look, "Old Zhang, I am happy today, seeing that you are a foreigner, I will make an exception to show you my skills..."

"Oh? What skills?" Wang Fu joked.

But the sloppy old man looked left and right, then came over slightly, smiled, and whispered mysteriously:

"Fortune-telling, I can tell fortunes..."