Eternal Tranquility

Jiang Nianen got up from the ground and asked cautiously: "Senior, who are you?"

At this time, the crowd of onlookers were frightened. They were afraid that they would be lying on the ground without knowing whether they were alive or dead like the three people. They ran away in panic. The sound of slamming doors and closing windows could be heard in the shops on both sides of the street.

Liu Qinghuan did not answer him immediately, but waved the three people on the ground to move to the street so as not to block the road. Then he walked into the teahouse and put up a shield at the entrance.

He sat down at a table and thought about it for a moment. When he raised his head, he had returned to his original appearance.

Jiang Nianen, who had been trembling with fear, opened his mouth wide, as if he couldn't believe his eyes: "Liu, Liu... benefactor?"

Liu Qinghuan said with some humor: "It seems you know me, but you don't need to call me benefactor. My real name is Liu Qinghuan."

The young man froze on the spot and said suspiciously: "Are you really Liu Engong? You look exactly like the portrait."

Liu Qinghuan wiped it on his face, and his facial features returned to the normal appearance before, and said: "Portrait?"

Jiang Nianen seemed to finally be sure, with a look of excitement on his face, and he knelt down with a bang, trembling his lips and speechless.

Liu Qinghuan waved helplessly and said: "Get up and talk."

Jiang Nianen stood up quickly and sat aside with some restraint: "My maternal grandfather's house has a portrait of my benefactor, which was painted by my mother. My grandfather, grandmother and mother occasionally talk about the events of that year, and every time I want to ask the younger generations of the Wu family to remember your kindness."

Liu Qinghuan didn't expect that he would be remembered by Wu Tianyong for so long because he just acted casually, and asked: "How old are you this year?"

"Replying to my benefactor, I am seventeen years old this year."

At the age of seventeen, if you can do what you did before when something goes wrong, your character is already pretty good.

Liu Qinghuan looked at his face carefully and could vaguely see the shadow of Wu Tianyong. He asked gently: "So, your grandparents and mother have passed away? Where is your father?"

Jiang Nianen lowered his eyes and said: "Yes, my grandparents passed away when I was young, and so did my father... My mother was not in good health. Later, she went to some secret place with someone, and she was seriously injured when she came back. She died a few months ago …”

It had only been a few months before someone came to bully me. It seemed that Baihutang's behavior was quite arrogant.

Liu Qinghuan stood up and walked between the tables: "Your family owns this teahouse? Didn't your family previously own a weapon-making shop?"

Jiang Nianen put away his sad emotions and said with an embarrassed smile: "The weapon refining shop has been closed down a long time ago. Only my great-grandfather can refine weapons. We, the descendants, don't have that talent, so we turned to other livelihoods. After the Eagle's Nest City was built, , my grandfather had a unique vision and came here to buy this teahouse, but..."

Liu Qinghuan turned around: "Huh?"

Jiang Nian'en lowered his head and said: "My mother is weak and has been taking medicine constantly over the years. The family originally had some savings, but after her mother was injured, most of it was spent, leaving only this teahouse. The business was okay before, but recently In the past two years, due to the tense war in the Eastern Wasteland, many people have gone there, and the Eagle's Nest City has been a lot depressed. Our location is a bit remote, so the business has been a lot slower. In addition, the hungry people in the White Tiger Hall have been a lot slower. Tigers come to the house from time to time to cause trouble, so no one comes to the house.”

Liu Qinghuan nodded: "Baihutang... is a small sect? Your family has a deep grudge against Baihutang?"

Jiang Nianen said with disdain: "What kind of sect? It's just a collection of idle monks who live by deceit and deceit in the Eagle's Nest City. From time to time, they do things that bully the weak and fear the strong. The people in it are from all religions and nine schools, and some of the gossips are the most knowledgeable. , like today’s man named Zheng, after he found out about my mother’s death, he took advantage of the tiger’s skin and tried to swallow up my teahouse.”

He looked at Liu Qinghuan gratefully: "If my benefactor hadn't taken action today, I'm afraid they would not only take away the teahouse, but also kill me."

He knelt down again: "My benefactor has been so kind to my Wu family several times. I, I... I, this junior, have nothing to repay, so I am willing to work like a cow or a horse to repay your kindness!"

Liu Qinghuan rubbed his brows and pulled up the young man who kept kowtowing: "You Wu family's tendency to kneel down at every turn needs to be changed. Besides, I don't need you to be a bully. Just stand and talk to me." ”

Jiang Nianen's face was red, and he didn't know whether he was anxious or ashamed.

Liu Qinghuan pondered for a while and said, "Do you have a small courtyard behind your teahouse?"

"Yes, I live here on weekdays." Jiang Nian'en led him towards a small door. When he opened it, there was a square courtyard with a cool well in the courtyard, four or five rooms in the front, and east and west on both sides. There are three rooms in each compartment.

Liu Qinghuan looked around and nodded with satisfaction. Seeing Jiang Nianen's puzzled look, he smiled and said, "Speaking of which, I am planning to join the world for a while, so running a teahouse would be a good idea."

After thinking about it, I felt more and more that this idea was a good one. This is not the noisy street outside, but it is not particularly remote either. It can be said to be quiet in the bustle.

He took out a storage bag and said, "There are one hundred low-grade spiritual stones in this. Please sell this teahouse to me."

"No, no, no!" Jiang Nian'en waved his hands repeatedly. Seeing Liu Qinghuan's surprised eyes, he hurriedly said: "If my benefactor wanted this teahouse, I should have given it to you with both hands. I would never dare to accept a spiritual stone from you."

Liu Qinghuan glanced at him: "Just take it if I tell you to, what nonsense! I am a... foundation-building monk, how can I still covet such a spiritual stone like you!"

However, Jiang Nianen refused to accept it, and said with a pinched neck: "If my grandfather and mother know that I have collected your spirit stone, they will definitely drive me out of the house, and I will have no shame to see them in the future!"

Liu Qinghuan couldn't do anything about this stubborn boy for a moment, then he saw his eyes shining brightly and said: "My dear friend, you want to open a teahouse, I will be your waiter. I have been a waiter for my family since I was a child. I know everything about brewing tea, making tea and serving tea." ”

"You are a monk. Why are you running around? You should concentrate on your cultivation! You only practiced Qi at the fifth level when you were seventeen years old. How dare you waste your time anymore?"

Jiang Nianen groaned, looking dumbfounded. Among the people he has known since childhood, he is considered to be the fastest to reach the fifth level of Qi training at the age of twenty.

Liu Qinghuan immediately understood that casual cultivators lacked resources for cultivation. A spiritual stone could be broken into two pieces for use, but pills were easily reluctant to be used. It's not easy for this kid either, so I couldn't help but feel a little pity for him: "You have good qualifications, why don't you find a sect to join? This way, your cultivation path will be smoother."

Jiang Nianen shook his head and said: "I joined the sect, what will my mother do? I don't worry about her being outside alone."

"Your mother is a foundation-building monk." You, a little kid, are still worried about your mother?

Jiang Nianen said seriously: "My parents are here, so I won't travel far away. And I have no way out. At most, I can only join a small sect. The conditions are not necessarily that good, and I am not comfortable yet."

In this way, it was considered a filial piety and he had his own thoughts, so Liu Qinghuan said no more.

Jiang Nian'en refused to buy the tea house's spiritual stone, and wanted to stay and help him run the court, even if he couldn't get him to leave. Liu Qinghuan considered that some chores really required someone to run errands, so he agreed and offered him a monthly salary of fifteen yuan of low-grade spiritual stones.

Jiang Nianen still refused to accept it, so Liu Qinghuan had no choice but to say: "If you work for free, I don't dare to ask you, and I would rather hire an outsider. Also, don't call me my benefactor in the future. If anyone asks, just say my surname is Zhang and Qingfeng." "

The boy looked aggrieved and said, "Then what should I call you?"

Liu Qinghuan thought for a while: "Just call me sir."

Jiang Nianen agreed and diligently began to tidy up the messed up store.

The three people outside the door had slipped away quietly at some point, and Liu Qinghuan ignored them, preparing to renovate the teahouse environment.

There is no need to make a plaque anymore, the name of Qingfeng Tea House will be used. Although there is only one floor, the indoor windows are bright and well-ventilated. The main hall is not small. There is also an accounting room, a tea room and even a small kitchen for making refreshments.

Liu Qinghuan didn't want to make money, so he planned to decorate it according to his own preferences.

He was very interested and worked on it bit by bit. Within a few days, the entire teahouse completely changed.

All the original tables and chairs in the main hall were removed, and a screen was placed at the entrance to block the view outside the door. Liu Qinghuan specially set up a soundproof array to block the noisy sounds outside.

Bamboo curtains are hung on the windows facing the street, and bamboo carvings, bonsais, strange stones, flowers and other furnishings are scattered throughout the house, dividing the unobstructed space into small spaces. A square table made of huanghuali carved grape-pattern inlaid stone is placed on top. There are tea sets of different shapes, the same round chairs, and soft cushions. A chess case was placed near the window, as well as a large desk with pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

In this way, the whole teahouse only has four tea tables, which looks elegant and interesting.

He also transformed the small kitchen where refreshments were made into a small resting room, with a wooden couch and a few chairs.

Jiang Nianen was stunned and said: "Well... Sir, is this too elegant? There are some rough guys around here. What if there is no business?"

But Liu Qinghuan said with satisfaction: "Nothing, nothing is better, pure. By the way, have you bought the spiritual tea that I asked you to buy?"

Jiang Nian'en said: "I made a reservation at a famous tea shop and said I would tell you today. But sir, we really want to sell a pot of Junshan Yunwu tea for ten spiritual stones, and a pot of white tea for fifty spiritual stones." Qi Su flower tea? This, this... the cheapest one costs one spiritual stone per pot..."

Liu Qinghuan had already walked to a tea table by the window, and sat down with the scent of tea coming from the teapot on the table. The sunlight that leaked in through the slits of the bamboo curtain made her warm.

It had been a long time since he felt completely relaxed. Suddenly, he felt sleepy and said lazily: "Make a tea sign, hang it in a conspicuous place at the entrance, and write down that our store does not provide refreshments. If someone comes to the door in the future, just go up." There will be no credit for tea and payment, so just practice with peace of mind when you have nothing to do.”

"Oh. What decorations are you going to put on the ancient shelf against the wall? I'll go buy them later."

Liu Qinghuan raised his eyes and said: "Let it be empty for now. I may refine some elixirs or magic weapons in the future and put them up for sale."

Jiang Nianen didn't know what to say at all. He also saw that Liu Qinghuan didn't really want to do business and basically acted as he pleased.

In response, he would go and clean the tea room first.

Liu Qinghuan squinted lazily for a while, then took out a jade slip and looked at it.

What was recorded in the jade slips were the true characters of the talisman written by Huang Eryaotuo to him. Taking advantage of his free time now, he was going to study it carefully to see if he could unlock the secrets of the three things with strange characters on him.

Whether it is alchemy or making talismans, if you want to master these arts, it will not happen overnight. Each one will take a lot of time.

After all these years, he has only managed to achieve some success in alchemy. When he entered the Thousand Layers of Departure before, he had prepared the materials for refining the weapon and prepared to practice the art of refining the weapon. However, he put it aside because he had to practice the fire alchemy technique again.

Fortunately, he didn't have to learn how to make talismans from scratch. He only needed to understand the true characters of various talismans, and then compare them with yellow cloth, jade talismans, and animal skins to look for similarities or similarities.

Those characters composed of dots and lines are too special, and there are many kinds of real characters in talismans. There are only a few that are really similar to them, such as the previous star characters, worm characters, water spirit characters, etc., but they do not represent other characters. There are no similar types, so his progress is not fast.

The days passed slowly as he pondered slowly and leisurely. All the shops on this street knew that Qingfeng Tea House had changed owners. The new shop owner was an arty weirdo, and the tea inside was shockingly expensive.

The tea sign hanging at the entrance scared away a large number of guests. Those who deliberately caused trouble and refused to pay for the tea were all thrown out and left unconscious for a long time on the street. They were disgraced and disgraced. Slipping away.

This includes Baihutang who is here to cause trouble.

The three short men that day were extremely angry when they returned and complained to the hall. We haven't won even a small teahouse. Who else in Baihutang will be willing to accept it in the future? How can we lose this face!

So, when the teahouse reopened, a dozen men with fierce looks came to the door, ready to demolish the entire teahouse. But as soon as they walked in, no one saw anyone, so they flew out and landed right in the middle of the street. I slept on the floor for a long time.

This was a big deal. The senior officials of Baihu Hall were also alerted, but they also knew something was wrong. They no longer dared to come directly to the door. Instead, they sent a master who was in the early stage of foundation building to sneak over with a fire fold in the middle of the night, and then The next day, he was found hanging on a tree three miles away, still awake.

The leader of the White Tiger Hall was only in the late stage of foundation building. After tossing and turning for several nights, he finally made up his mind and asked the second hall leader, a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, to visit with a mahogany treasure box to apologize.

These days, the nearby neighbors watched a big show. When they saw someone coming again, they immediately brought out the benches and tea, and happily prepared to watch the show.

The Second Hall Master was filled with hatred, but he didn't care about the eyes behind him at this time. He only stepped into the threshold of Qingfeng Tea House with fear and fear, and stood for a while. He was visibly relieved when he found that he was not thrown out of the door anymore. After wiping away a lot of sweat, I moved in step by step, like stepping on pins and needles.

But he saw a young man coming out from behind the screen at the entrance, and said to him expressionlessly: "Sir, I told you to put down your things and leave. Don't come back again."

As a result, the Second Hall Master walked out the door empty-handed within a quarter of an hour, his clothes soaked with cold sweat, and he ran away in the blink of an eye, as if running for his life.

Therefore, Qingfeng Tea House has been open for more than half a month, but no one dared to come to the door. Until this day, two middle-aged monks dressed in Confucian robes and scribes came to the door, and the entire tea house finally had its first order of business.

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