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

Chapter 418: The matter is underway. A strange-looking man invites you to board the ship!
Xie Mansion and Grand View Garden.

Today is a happy day, but the weather is not good.

It was the beginning of spring, and the rain was drizzling like smoke.

Xue Huaian and his party followed the servant who led the way into the Grand View Garden. The bluestone under their feet was wet, reflecting the sparse shadows of the weeping willows on both sides of the lake.

Two men and three women!
Walk to the shore, take a boat across the lake and enter the Grand View Garden.

"This Xie Mansion is really huge. Every inch of land in Changning Street is worth a lot of money, but they even opened up such a big lake in the backyard. It's really luxurious."

The person who spoke was a pretty girl in her twenties, with a slim figure, a beauty mole on her right eyebrow, and lively eyes and brows.

The girl was wearing a golden palace dress and holding a green lotus leaf umbrella in her hand.

Xue Huaian just smiled faintly when he heard this: "Is this something to be marveled at? The Zhao family, who live in the rich and powerful city of Bianjing, have thousands of gardens and forests, and they need to use carriages to travel between the courtyards. That's real luxury, and it really opens my eyes."

Behind Xue Huaian followed a middle-aged man with a few strands of silver hair visible on his forehead. He was wearing a Confucian robe, which should have made him look refined and elegant, but there was a Yin-Yang Bagua diagram embroidered on the hem, which was quite strange.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes steady, and swept his gaze across the lake with a smile on his face.

"Second Young Master, you are the son of the Xue Family, one of the nine great families. You are a master of jade and gold. Why are you so modest?"

Xue Huaian shook his head and laughed, "Among the nine major surnames, the Xue family is just benefiting from the influence of their ancestors. Now..." He paused and said self-deprecatingly, "It's just a skinny camel."

"A skinny camel?" The girl in the embroidered palace skirt who had just spoken raised her eyebrows, her tone becoming more and more mischievous, "Young Master An kept it a secret from us. He said earlier that he was a poor scholar from a remote place who came to Beijing to take the imperial examination. Who knew that he was actually the second son of the Xue family?"

Her eyes flickered as she said sarcastically, "My sister and I were worried that you didn't have enough money, so we took care of you along the way."

Next to her was a tall woman in a long blue skirt who gently pulled her sleeve and said softly, "Zixin, you must not be rude to Master An."

Two women shared an umbrella.

The lady in the blue long skirt had gentle features and a voice as gentle as the spring breeze blowing over the willows. "Mr. An has his reasons for not wanting to show off."

"Sister, you're bending your arm outward again."

Xue Huaian waved his hands quickly, smiling gently: "It's okay, it's okay. I was wrong first, so I should be the one to apologize."

Xue Huaian was dressed like a young student, wearing a tall hat and a wide belt, dressed in white, and he was well-mannered and had extraordinary conversation skills.

The second girl was originally the courtesan of Zi Zi Xiao Pavilion. Once when she went out, she met the "down-and-out scholar" Xue Huaian.

Thinking that this man was extraordinary, he sponsored his tuition for one year. As expected, Xue Huaian ranked first in the autumn examination of the following year.

During this year, the three of them got along very well and became close friends.

However, at the last banquet for beauties, they met Lecher, and Xue Huaian acted in a hurry, but was recognized by the Xue family, and his identity was exposed, and the friendship between the three was almost broken.

If not!
It has been several months since Xue Huaian apologized, and today’s gathering of three people in Xie’s residence took place.

The lake breeze blows by and raindrops fly slantingly.

Liu Zixin, the woman in the palace skirt, glanced at him with a hint of resentment, and pursed her red lips: "Mr. Xue is now very successful. He has won the first place in the imperial examination and is the eldest son of the Xue family. How come he still remembers us prostitutes?"

The lake breeze blows past, rippling the spring water.

Xue Huaian smiled bitterly and said, "Zi Xin, Zhi Rou, you have been so kind to me, how dare Huaian forget you? I had no choice but to conceal my identity that day..."

"Helpless?" Liu Zixin sneered, "Are you afraid that we sisters will cling to the rich and powerful, or are you dissatisfied with our humble origins?"

"Zi Xin!" Su Zhirou, a woman in a blue long skirt, hurriedly tried to stop her, but saw Xue Huaian suddenly bowed and saluted.

"Huai'an swears here," he looked up with sincerity in his eyes, "If it weren't for Zi Xin and Zhi Rou's help back then, there wouldn't be Xue Huaian today."

This statement is so true and heartfelt!
Liu Zixin then curled her lips and stopped talking.

Seeing this, Xue Huaian took the opportunity to change the subject and turned his gaze to the middle-aged man behind him with the Yin-Yang Bagua embroidered on his hem: "Mr. Mei, why are you in the mood to visit Xie's house today?"

The middle-aged man's name was Mei Qingsu, and he was the leader of the Giant Whale Gang, a gang in the capital.

Although it is a martial arts sect, Mei Qingsu, who was known as the "divine master", had already joined the Su family in his early years.

The Giant Whale Gang has nearly 10,000 members and is very powerful. It is a well-known figure in water management and water transport.

All the nine major families had to give them some face. Mei Qingsu had received favors from the Xue family in his early years and had always maintained contact with them.

Today, the Xie family sent a wedding invitation, so he and Xue Huaian went together.

Mei Qingsu laughed out loud and said, "The two great leaders of the Xie family are still here today. How dare I, a mere leader of a small gang, not come to congratulate them?"

The "twin pillars of the Xie family" he mentioned were the brothers Xie Hong and Xie Ling.

Liu Zixin secretly looked at the leader of the Giant Whale Gang and saw that he was quite easy-going in his speech and behavior. He was completely different from the vicious monster who was rumored to have massacred three water strongholds and killed nearly a thousand people in one night.

But the evil reputation circulating in Zixiao Pavilion was still ringing in his ears. Along the way, Liu Zixuan's tone was much more polite than when he spoke to Xue Huaian, and he did not dare to talk to him much.

Among the group, there was also a young woman in purple.

He was about 20 years old, with long black hair tied up with a belt, sharp eyebrows, and eyes that looked like scissors and knives, which made people dare not look directly at him.

She was holding an ancient eight-sided Han sword in her arms, and suddenly said sarcastically: "Mr. Mei has been a dog for the Su family for many years, and now he is used to leading the charge for his master."

"We need to see whether the Sima family and the Xie family are truly in harmony or just superficially at odds."

There was a chill in the tone of these words.

Among the group, only Liu Zixuan and another woman held an oil umbrella together, while the rest of the people just let the drizzle brush against them.

Mei Qingsu looked calm and said slowly, "It seems that Manager Luo has a prejudice against our Giant Whale Gang."

"It's not that our Giant Whale Gang disregards the rules of the underworld. The underworld is the underworld. We have to do this because there are tens of thousands of brothers in the gang, and the expenses are huge. "

"Unlike your Jinxiulou, which has been run for generations and has a rich family business, we are just the sons of a poor fishing family."

Liu Zixin and the woman beside her exchanged glances, both of them were shocked: "Golden Embroidery Tower!"

The Jinxiulou was also a major sect in the capital, involved in restaurants, escort agencies and other businesses, with thousands of disciples.

I think this woman is Luo Susu, the current owner of Jinxiu Tower, known as the "Purple Sword" in the martial arts world. Anyone who can leave a name in the martial arts world must be an extraordinary person.

Jinxiulou and the Xue family also had close ties. The old lady of the Xue family came from a family of Jianghu people. People in Bianjing speculated that it might be Jinxiulou.

Seeing the atmosphere becoming increasingly tense, Xue Huaian quickly stepped out to smooth things over: "Sister Susu, Mr. Mei, Huaian rarely returns to Beijing, so please give me some face."

"Today we are all gathered at Xie's house to congratulate you."

Hearing this, Luo Susu nodded slightly.

Mei Qingsu also smiled and said, "Second Master, you are too kind. Mr. Xue has been very kind to me."

The group of people more or less traveled together because of Xue Huaian.

Xue Huaian saw a boat cutting through the lake, breaking through the ripples, and heading towards them. He took the opportunity to speak in a gentle tone: "This is the mother lake in the Grand View Garden. There is another sub-lake in the garden. Although it is called a lake, it is actually a deep pool. Because Mr. Hong practiced calligraphy and washed his inkstone at home in his early years, the water in the pool was stained with ink, and it was as dark as ink all year round, so it was named the Inkstone Pool."

"The small courtyard behind the Grand View Garden is called Hongjing Courtyard, and the inscription on the plaque was written by Mr. Er."

Xue Huaian spoke slowly and the originally slightly tense atmosphere in the field eased a little.

Liu Zixin looked up and suddenly saw a man holding an umbrella standing on the shore not far away.

The man seemed to be aware of something and turned slightly to look at them.

She couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and blurted out in admiration: "What a handsome young man."

Hearing the voice, everyone looked in the direction she was looking.

In the misty rain, the young man was holding a green bamboo umbrella, wearing a plain long robe without any pattern, and his figure was as tall as a pine tree.

Her black hair was half-tied up with a long ebony hairpin, and the rest of her hair fell on her shoulders. Her sleeves fluttered in the wind.

The most striking thing is that when he looks at you with those clear eyes, the whole person seems to have walked out of an ink painting, with an elegant demeanor that can only be cultivated through reading, which makes people forget the world.

Luo Susu, the purple-clothed woman, frowned slightly, secretly shocked - with her level of cultivation, she didn't even notice the existence of the boy holding the umbrella until this moment.

This person seemed to be one with the scenery of lakes and mountains, spring rain and mist, without leaving any trace.

Xue Huaian couldn't help but cough lightly when he heard Liu Zixin's praise, and shook his head half-jokingly, "Zixin, your praise is a bit biased. When we first met, I didn't hear you praise me like this."

Liu Zixin wrinkled her nose and snorted, "I never said that. Sister Zhirou was praising you for your extraordinary demeanor."

Her eyes moved, and she deliberately looked Xue Huaian up and down, "Compare yourself, from head to toe, how can you compare to this gentleman holding an umbrella?"

Suddenly he smiled mischievously, "Of course, when it comes to hiding things, Mr. Xue is unmatched. He has kept it a secret from us. Isn't that right, sister?"

Su Zhirou just pursed her lips and smiled.

Xue Huaian touched his nose, knowing that he was in the wrong, so he just smiled bitterly and shook his head.

The boy holding the umbrella seemed to have noticed something. He just looked back briefly and then turned to look at the lake.

However!
Mei Qingsu stared at the boy's back, and suddenly a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes that was hard to conceal.

Xue Huaian asked in confusion, "Mr. Mei, what's wrong?"

Mei Qingsu frowned and pondered for a long time before he slowly spoke: "This boy's face... is really weird. He is obviously destined to die young and will not live past the age of 20, but he also reveals an indescribable appearance of a celestial being."

As he said this, he counted unconsciously with his fingertips, as if to confirm something.

"Invaluable?" Xue Huaian's expression was stern. "Could it be someone from one of the nine major surnames?"

Mei Changsu said, "No, it's not about birth, but about appearance."

"I have seen countless kings, generals, and peddlers with these eyes. But this boy's face is so strange... I have never seen it before in my life."

"Strange!" Mei Qingsu felt it was getting weirder. "There's a deathly aura lingering between this boy's eyebrows. He should be a person who will die young. But how can such a precious aura coexist with a dying person?"

Xue Huaian knew that the leader of the Giant Whale Gang was known as the "Master of Divination". In addition to his cunning and calculation skills, the most important thing was that he had followed a Taoist master since he was a child and learned the Feng Shui science of physiognomy.

One can accurately predict a person’s situation and future through face reading.

It is not groundless to say this.

Xue Huaian pondered over the four words "priceless".

The only one who can be described as indescribably noble is the emperor.

"Could this person be a descendant of the Chen family of Da Qi? Born into a royal family."

Mei Qingsu shook his head and said, "For a noble person born like this, the sun and moon horns will be raised, and there will be two bulges above the brow bone. The left sun horn represents the glory of the father, and the right moon horn represents the nobility of the mother. If both horns are prominent, then the person has a distinguished origin and a deep foundation."

"Second Young Master, you are a rising star, and you have achieved success at a young age."

"This young man's brow bone is sunken as if it were cut by a knife. Not only is he not blessed by his ancestors, but he is also suffering from the bloodshed of his family."

Xue Huaian turned to Su Zhirou and asked, "Zhirou, have you ever seen this young man?"

Su Zhirou was the top courtesan of Zixiao Pavilion, and usually came into contact with children from the nine major families. She shook her head slightly and said, "I have never seen this person before."

Liu Zixin also echoed, "If such a handsome young man appeared in Zixiao Pavilion, those sisters would probably keep talking about him and would want to eat him alive."

She was curious and asked, "Mr. Mei, why do you say this young man has the appearance of a god?"

Mei Qingsu slowly explained: "The appearance of a celestial being also refers to the appearance of an immortal. The Taiqing Shenjian says: The appearance of an immortal is not limited to the beauty of the skin, but the inner light of the spirit, the natural Taoist bones, and the appearance of an indescribable nobleness."

As they were talking, the water rippled gently on the lake, and a carved boat slowly approached and gradually approached the shore.

The boatman was an old man who seemed to be mute. He saluted respectfully with both hands and motioned everyone to get on board.

Some of the servants among the nine major families were mute, and people did not find it strange.

Xue Huaian saw the young man standing alone on the shore, his figure lonely under the green bamboo umbrella, and no boatman came to greet him.

Thinking of Mei Qingsu's mysterious words just now, he couldn't help but feel a little curious.

He straightened his sleeves and invited loudly: "Sir, the spring rain is heavy and the passenger boats are busy. If you don't mind, why not take a ride with us?"

Liu Zixuan and the other daughter looked over holding umbrellas.

The purple-clothed woman holding the sword looked curious.

Mei Qingsu's eyes were filled with anticipation.

~

[You stand on the bluestone reef holding an umbrella, the lake is shrouded in mist, and you can see the shapes of the five people in the group.]

[As his eyes turned slightly, the "Five Dragons Fortune Method" of the Seven Techniques of Yin Fu was outlined in his mind, and he looked at the group again. ]

[The middle-aged man walked steadily and with a restrained aura. He must be a master of the third level of martial arts. And the purple-clothed woman holding a sword was even more imposing. Her martial arts skills were probably even higher than the middle-aged man.]

[What is particularly eye-catching is the young man in white. He is still young, in his early twenties, but he has already ignited the divine fire and entered the eighth realm of the Yuanshen.]

[You can't help but be slightly surprised. He has achieved such success at such a young age. This person's talent is so outstanding that it is rare among the nine surnames.]

[The remaining two women are both very pretty, and are not inferior to the courtesans like Hu Yunniang.]

【Just at this moment!】

[The young man in white suddenly shouted, "Sir, the spring rain is heavy and the passenger boats are busy. If you don't mind, why not take a ride on the same boat with us?"]

[You heard this and your heart moved slightly. ]

(End of this chapter)