Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 22 Old Pei's Last Will and Testament
Luo Xian left, dressed in handsome men's clothing, his waist swaying as he left the main gate, turning back to wave to Pei Xia.

Lu Li, feeling very guilty, crawled out from behind the cabinet, brushed her clothes with her small hands, looked in the direction Luo Xian had left, and muttered softly, "I don't like this person."

Pei Xia rubbed her head with his large hand: "I don't like it either."

He picked up the little girl in both arms and turned to walk towards the inner courtyard: "Let's go see my father."

The Prime Minister's residence is not particularly large in terms of the entire inner city, but it is still impossible to walk through it all after several rounds of visits.

When she followed Xu Shangxin in through the back door, she didn't realize it was her own home, but now that she knew it was her own house, Pei Xia's meager memories began to slowly resurface.

He slowly walked in, following the covered walkway and waterside pavilion behind the hall.

Some servants and men along the way were taken aback when they saw this stranger dressed in linen clothes, especially when they saw that he was with a little girl.

When he was about to reach the waterside residence in the backyard, someone finally stopped him.

They are not from the Prime Minister's residence.

The two men, with swords hanging from their waists and dressed in black robes with red belts, were from the Palace of the Holy Master.

Following that trace of magical energy, we found the right place.

"I've come to see my father," Pei Xia introduced herself. "I'm Pei Xia. Luo Xiaojin from your palace brought me back. Do you know Luo Xiaojin?"

The two black-clad disciples had faces as hard as stones, completely expressionless.

Oh no, do I have to prove that I am me again?
Just as she was wondering whether she should turn back and have Xu Shangxin bring her here, a lazy greeting came from the waterside residence in the distance: "Let him in."

The two disciples of the Holy Palace immediately obediently stepped aside.

There was a pond in the Prime Minister's residence, and a wooden house by the water. It was where Pei Xi used to fish when he had nothing to do. Later, as he got older, he couldn't stand the dampness, so he came less and less.

Pei Xia pushed open the door, and in the center was a large coffin.

At each of the four corners of the coffin, a small bell floated in the air. The bells were connected by spiritual energy, forming a thin membrane of light that covered the surface of the coffin.

Pei Xia took two steps forward, peeked inside, and saw an old man sleeping there.

Pei Xi did look very old; his skin was wrinkled, his hair and beard were gray, and his hands, clasped at his waist, were withered and thin.

But in reality, he was only in his early fifties.

"Although Old Pei's death was suspicious, given his physical condition, he probably wouldn't have many years left to live."

That lazy voice came again.

Pei Xia turned her head and saw a reclining figure on the edge of the waterside terrace.

The man was wearing a loose green outfit, and his hair was disheveled on the ground, half black and half white.

He had no eyes behind him, but he clearly noticed Pei Xia's gaze. He turned his head to meet Pei Xia's eyes, and at the same time raised the wine pot in his hand and shook his head: "I heard you spent ten years in the martial arts world. Have you learned to drink?"

Hearing his overly familiar tone, Pei Xia couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?"

"Me? You don't even know me..."

The man initially looked indignant, but then paused, saying, "Oh, yes, your father often mentions you to me, but we've never actually met."

He sat up cross-legged on the terrace and stroked his chest-length beard: "I am Erkui, the White-Clad Heavenly Observer of the Holy Palace. I am a close friend of your father and was ordered to guard his body."

Is the Ekui the Twelve White-Clad Ones?

Pei Xia tilted her head and looked him up and down again.

No trace of spiritual energy was observed; was it contained within the spiritual palace?

Tsk, this old man's physique is much more impressive than the long-legged guy I saw in the warehouse.

Pei Xia clasped her hands in a fist salute: "Thank you for your hard work, E Baiyi."

“It’s not easy to return home after traveling thousands of miles,” the old man chuckled, tossing the wine jug to Pei Xia. “It’s damp here, have a drink to warm yourself up.” Pei Xia took the jug, sniffed it, and her eyes immediately lit up: “It tastes very good.”

"Haha, it's brewed by the best winery in Beijing Normal University. Only six vats are produced a year. Three vats are supplied to the royal family, while the Zhangsheng Palace, the Prime Minister's residence, and Xie Zhuguo can only get one vat each."

Erkui stroked his beard, his old face flushed: "I drank the whole vat from the Palace of the Holy Master long ago. If it weren't for Old Pei's good death, I wouldn't have been able to taste the vat from your Prime Minister's residence."

Pei Xia tilted her head back and took a swig.

Indeed, the aroma of the wine is rich, and the aftertaste lingers in the throat.

However, as the wine entered his body, it also released a pure spiritual energy that lingered in his meridians, seemingly nourishing Pei Xia's physical constitution.

Unfortunately, his physical body had already been reconstructed and could no longer be refined. This external spiritual energy dissipated after only a moment.

Erkui thought that since the spiritual energy she had cultivated in the wine had entered Pei Xia's body, it would take some time for Pei Xia to absorb and utilize this unexpected opportunity from her senior.

Unexpectedly, the kid just clicked his tongue and then tossed the wine jug back to him as if nothing had happened.

Erkui looked at him in surprise: "You...don't you feel anything?"

"No." Pei Xia shook her head.

That's not right, I clearly sensed traces of spiritual energy from him.

Thinking that he had spent ten years wandering outside the capital and only managed to reach the Zhen Gang Realm, I, as his elder, should also help him out.

Is it because their qualifications are too poor to receive subsidies?

"This wine is a bit too strong."

Pei Xia licked her lips and commented, "I can't taste any crispness. It's a good wine, but not a top-grade one."

Erkui was about to glare at him.

He, Baiyi, was known as the Wine Saint of Beijing Normal University. The best wine he personally selected was not even considered top-grade in the mouth of this junior.
"Young Pei, you've got quite the nerve. Tell me, what kind of wine truly deserves to be called top-grade?"

"That's a lot."

Lu Li, nestled in his arms, thrashed about wanting to play in the water, so Pei Xia bent down and put her down, casually saying, "I come from Tinghu County in Canglu Prefecture. Their Yihong Courtyard sells a kind of boisterous wine. If you buy half a jin, sit on the bench at the south end of the county town, and I guarantee you'll be drunk to the point of oblivion."

"Ha, even the brothel has come!"

Erkui could only click his tongue and say, "You're still too inexperienced to tell the difference between good and bad. Next time, let's have a proper drink, and I'll help you improve your alcohol tolerance."

Pei Xia remained noncommittal, while Lu Li, who was splashing her little feet in the water, secretly stuck out her tongue.

In this world, there is only one kind of person who dares to drink with Pei Xia.

Those are people who haven't drunk with him yet.

After paying his respects to his senior, Pei Xiazhong looked at the coffin in the waterside dwelling and asked, "Why is the body here? The humidity is so high."

"The ritual implements require the circulation of flowing water energy, which is inexhaustible, in order to maintain the body from decay."

Ekui followed his gaze to his old friend's wooden coffin: "The death of the prime minister is a major event for the country. The princess told me that the funeral would not be held until things were settled. When Lao Pei can be laid to rest depends on you."

Pei Xia raised an eyebrow: "You knew I was going to investigate a case?"

"Otherwise, why wait for you to come back?"

As the old man spoke, he reached into his robes and rummaged around for a moment: "Your father also has a will here, which he wrote half a year ago and left for you."

This Erkui wasn't a refined or meticulous person. He kept such an important document as the Prime Minister's will on his person, and when he took it out, it was all crumpled up.

“There’s a wax mark left by a ritual implement on it, take a good look,” Erkui pointed to a small wax block on the envelope, “but no one has ever opened it.”

(End of this chapter)