Xie Bian's eyes widened, and his face changed: "Wuyi! This broken tea bowl comes from Longquan Ge Kiln. It is a priceless treasure. You, you are really..." He didn't dare to look at Lan Chuanhan for a moment. Heirloom baby, how do I explain this
Lan Chuihan smiled lightly: "Bian, don't be nervous, this is..."
"Fake." Fan Wuxi threw the broken porcelain on the table.
Xie Bian was stunned. His junior brother crushed the famous porcelain worth tens of thousands of gold, and even humiliated him by saying it was fake. How will this end
Instead of being annoyed, Lan Chuihan laughed out loud, "It's indeed a fake."
Xie Bian was even more confused.
"I have a pair of real ones in my family collection, which are light white. This set is red with fish blood. It was made by a friend of mine imitating Longquan Ge Kiln. He is the best kiln master in Jiangnan. Although they are not real Ge Kiln, they are It's really beautiful." Lan Chuihan picked up his own tea bowl and savored it carefully, "It's a pity that one is broken, I'll just ask him for another one."
Xie Bian breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother Lan, I'm really sorry."
Lan Chuihan's inquiring gaze slowly shifted from the tea bowl to Fan Wuyin, and the corner of his mouth was smiling, but the smile didn't show in his eyes: "However, how do you know it's fake?"
Fan Wuxi wiped his hands slowly, but did not answer.
"This rubbish is imitated to the extreme, and Bian didn't even notice it. Even if you often play with porcelain, you don't dare to say whether it is true or not without a little effort." Lan Chuihan said with a smile, "I heard that you were young You are lonely and helpless, but your behavior, speech, sitting, standing and walking are all the same as the nobleman of the family, I really don’t know who is the master of the casual cultivator, who taught you so well, even appreciating porcelain?”
At this moment, Fan Wuzhen was murderous towards Lan Chuanhan. Like Li Buyu, he didn't believe the background he said at all, and he deliberately said it in front of Xie Bian.
Xie Bian's expression really changed, he frowned slightly, and also looked at Fan Wushi.
Fan Wuxi said without changing his face: "My Master Sanxian entrusted Zongxuan swordsmanship, he must be a descendant of the Zong family, he is not only good at swordsmanship, but also a man of liberal arts, everyone can read and write, perform rituals, music, calligraphy and painting , he taught me."
Lan Chuihan let out a long "Oh": "Let's not talk about Brother Song, even I want to find that expert as soon as possible, maybe I'll be lucky enough to make friends with him."
"You can't find him." Fan Wuxi snorted coldly, "He has been incognito for many years, just to stay away from worldly disputes, how could he be easily harassed."
"He wanted to stay away from worldly disputes, but he didn't remind you not to use this set of swordsmanship in front of others?" Lan Chuihan's eyes became sharper.
Fan Wuxi and Lan Chuihan looked at each other: "Most of those who know this set of sword techniques are already dead, and those who are alive are not something I can provoke. Who would have thought that they would be recognized."
The atmosphere between the two was tense for a while.
Xie Bian quickly smoothed things over: "Wuxie, you broke Brother Lan's teacup, what should you say?"
Fan Wuxi frowned.
"What should I say?"
Fan Wuxi said with a dark face, "I'm sorry."
Lan Chuihan raised his mouth lightly, stared at Xie Bian, and said, "Don't worry about it."
Xie Bian also murmured in his heart that there were indeed many doubts about Fan Wuxi, and it was no wonder that Lan Chuihan also had doubts, but he felt that since people had already entered his sect, they were like a family, so they had a protective mentality to some extent. , He grabbed the cloth towel and wiped the tea on Fan Wuxi's body, "Look at you, these are newly made clothes, this brocade cannot touch hot water, it will deform, and this material is quite expensive, you usually need it Take care of it."
Fan Wuxi looked at Xie Bian nagging him to wipe his clothes, and the cold killing intent in his heart dissipated a lot.
Lan Chuihan also returned to normal, personally poured a cup of tea for Fan Wuxi, pushed it in front of him, and said meaningfully: "This time, handle it with care."
They sipped tea again, talked about orchids, and talked about what happened in the world of cultivating immortals. Fan Wuxi drank his tea silently at the side, but his mood was irritated.
Whether it is Li Buyu, Song Chungui, or this Lan Chuihan, in his previous life, he was not worth mentioning at all, but now he can only hide his strength and bide his time. Even if he has the memory of his previous life, every second counts, and he is making rapid progress, but there is no shortcut in his cultivation. It will take at least ten years to recover to the cultivation level of his previous life and break through the ninth heaven of Zongxuan Sword.
Unless, he can find Xuanyuan Tianji Talisman in advance. However, with his current spiritual power, he might not be able to drive the Heavenly Mystery Talisman, which is why he couldn't get it even though he knew where the Mountains and Rivers Sheji Map was.
How long will he have to wait before...
Fan Wuxi secretly took a look at Bian. Love it or hate it, no matter what, he will never let go of this person. Even if you don't remember anything, you still have to repay what you owed me in your previous life.
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In the evening, Li Buyu's birthday banquet officially began.
In fact, this dinner is only a private banquet for entertaining guests. In previous years, Li Buyu's birthday was a grand gathering for the entire world of cultivating immortals. If it weren't for Meng Kefei's incident, today's Yunxi would be full of guests and brightly lit. This is "cool".
Zhong Kui hated red tape very much, and as a martial judge of the underworld, he would always encounter some unkind invitations, which annoyed him, so he rarely showed up in places where monks gathered together. This was the first time for Li Buyu. Happy birthday.
The three masters and apprentices all changed into Ming Chai's formal attire, and this was the first time Zhong Kui showed his face formally with Fan Wude. With his identity, everyone's attitude towards Fan Wude immediately changed.
During the banquet, people kept coming to toast. Zhong Kui loved wine, but he didn't like this utilitarian way of drinking. He pretended to be drunk after a few drinks and pushed his apprentice out to block the wine.
Xie Bian also loves wine, but he is not addicted to alcohol, and he can't handle it. After being poured down several glasses by "Bai Ye" and "Hei Ye", he started to get dizzy, but he turned his head and looked at Fan Wuxi. , still looks like the old god is there.
Xie Bian smiled and said, "Wu Yin, you drink so well? I really can't tell."
Fan Wuxi looked at Jie Bian's blushing face and bewitched eyes, and his mind was swayed. He squeezed the wine glass and said softly: "Wine is not intoxicating."
"Oh? This wine is not intoxicating, so what is intoxicating? Tea?" After Xie Bian finished speaking, he was amused by himself, and his figure swayed.
Fan Wushi reached out to help him, but withdrew again: "Stop drinking, I'll take you back."
"No, Master doesn't want to drink. If we leave, wouldn't it be impolite?"
Another person came to toast, but Fan Wuxi stopped them one by one.
Xie Bian looked at Lan Chuihan who was sitting opposite, and was about to stand up while supporting the low table: "I, I have to toast Brother Lan."
Fan Wuxi grabbed the hem of his shirt, and said in a low voice, "You sit down honestly, you won't even be able to stand up."
"Who says I can't stand up?" Xie Bian insisted on standing up in order to prove himself, but his body was swaying. He stabilized and took a step.
At this moment, the ground suddenly jolted and vibrated, causing Jie Bian's already shaking body to lose its grip on the center of gravity, and fell backwards.
Fan Wuxi hugged him into his arms.
Xie Bian fell into that not-so-forgiving embrace, looking at his little junior in a daze.
"What's going on? An earthquake?"
"what happened?!"
The guests jumped up from their original positions one after another, looking like they were ready to fight, but the Wuliang Sect were very calm.
The shock didn't last long before it subsided.
Song Chungui said: "You don't need to panic, there are many earthquakes in Shushan, and our Wuliang sect disciples are used to such small earthquakes."
"At this moment, it is the birthday of the immortal, and the earthquake happened so coincidentally, it clearly indicates that the immortal has the power to shake the heavens and the earth."
"right!"
"That's a good point. For some reason, the immortal can't entertain guests from all over the world, but this place has come to celebrate his birthday."
"Ha ha ha ha."
Li Buyu clasped his fists with a smile: "Everyone has praised you, praised you."
Xie Bian was a little sober from the wine, and suddenly felt embarrassed. He wanted to get up, but Fan Wuxi suddenly tightened his arms, wrapping around his narrow waist.
"Brother?"
Fan Wuxi paused, and then let go of his hand: "I told you to sit down."
"I want to toast."
"You tremble when you walk, how can you toast, isn't it an embarrassment to Master?"
"I'm not trembling, it's the ground trembling." Xie Bian was amused by himself again, "I grew up so big, it seems to be the second time I have experienced an earthquake. I have also heard that there are many earthquakes in Shushan, but I didn't expect the first time I went to Yun Wei just caught up, and happened to be at the birthday banquet of the Immortal Venerable, which seems to be a very auspicious omen."
Fan Wuxi felt disgusted when he heard Xie Bian's respect for Li Buyu several times, he said displeased: "A bunch of people are flattering you, do you take it seriously?"
Xie Bian's smile disappeared, and he lowered his voice and said, "Wuyin, why do you repeatedly disrespect the immortals? If it's because of Song Zhenren..."
"It has nothing to do with him."
"Why is that?"
Fan Wuxi couldn't tell the real reason.
"I think you just hold grudges. You lost to Song Chungui, and you still want to blame his master." Xie Bi'an admonished, "No deterrence, you must not do this in the future, no matter in private or in public."
Fan Wushi was so angry that he simply turned his head and didn't understand Bian.
Seeing his awkward appearance, Xie Bian shook his head helplessly. This little junior is so surly, as a senior, he has a long way to go.
After the birthday banquet was over, Fan Wuxi sent Xie Bian back to his room, although his face was still dark.
Xie Bian fell on the couch stunned, grabbed Fan Wuxi's sleeve, and muttered, "Don't be disrespectful to others, don't be arrogant, do you understand?"
"… knew."
"It's not a good thing that you have a high talent and a higher xinxing. Zhong Yong's injury, you have to..." Xie Bian said, already drowsy.
Fan Wuxi gently brushed away a stray strand of hair from Xie Bian's forehead, and looked at his face.
At this time, the night was silent, and time seemed to stop flowing, making people even breathe lightly, lest they disturb the tranquility of this moment.
Suddenly, Fan Wuyin sensed a reaction from his soul weapon.
Jie Bian suddenly opened his eyes, sat up from the couch, and immediately summoned Wu Wubi.
The soul-suppressing battle was emitting green lights that flickered on and off.
"what happened?"
"There is a soul nearby." Xie Bian took a deep breath and began to use his spiritual power to drink, his eyes gradually cleared up, "Go, Wushi, brother will take you to experience real impermanence."