The spring scenery was magnificent today.
Since the old temple had been converted into a teahouse, many people stopped by to rest every day, and the silver they earned was enough for the two of them to live on.
Hearing someone calling out, Su Xiaoliu looked up. At the door, an old man with a white beard was dragging a handsome young man with a wry smile on his face towards the inside.
Su Xiaoliu stood up, smiling as she turned to Situ Qianyue not far away and said, "A pot of tea."
Situ Qianyue blinked his inky eyes and nodded.
When she turned back, the old man with the white beard had already pulled the young man to a seat and sat down.
"Master, my feet hurt..." the young man said miserably as he put his luggage aside.
The old man with the white beard glared at him. Hearing what the young man said, Su Xiaoliu looked at him.
"Did you sprain your foot?" She had once sprained her foot when she fell from the willow tree in the Su family courtyard, and that pain was excruciating.
The young man looked up at Su Xiaoliu. His handsome face froze for a moment, then he quickly nodded.
"Take off your shoes," Su Xiaoliu said.
Both the young man and the old man with the white beard were stunned.
Seeing them stunned, Su Xiaoliu repeated, "Take off your shoes. I'll take a look for you."
The young man's handsome face blushed slightly as he slowly untied his shoes.
Su Xiaoliu squatted down, grabbed his foot, and pressed it here and there. She found a swollen spot. She looked up at the young man and said seriously, "I'll put it back in place. It'll hurt a bit. Bear with it."
The young man quickly nodded.
Su Xiaoliu slowly exerted force on her hand. With a "click" sound and the young man's muffled cry of pain, she put the slightly dislocated joint back in place.
The old man with the white beard glanced at Su Xiaoliu, coughed lightly, and slowly said, "Shopkeeper, it seems that my foot also..."
"The tea is ready," came Situ Qianyue's voice from above.
Su Xiaoliu stood up, clapped her hands, took the teapot from Situ Qianyue's hand, and placed it on the table.
"Thank you..." the young man said in a low voice with a blushing face.
Su Xiaoliu looked at him, smiling with curved lips, and said, "You're welcome. There are many people like you who sprain their feet every day. I'm used to it."
The young man's facial expression instantly froze.
Situ Qianyue looked at the old man with the white beard with a half - smile and said softly, "Uncle, it seems that you've also sprained your foot? Do you need this junior to help..."
The old man with the white beard immediately interrupted him and said firmly, "No no no, it's already better."
Situ Qianyue just smiled without saying a word. After a while, he turned around and left.
Su Xiaoliu was about to turn around too when she was suddenly called out by the old man with the white beard.
"Shopkeeper, can you read?"
Su Xiaoliu nodded. The old man with the white beard took out a piece of paper from his bosom, unfolded it, and handed it over.
"Please help me take a look at what's written on it."
Su Xiaoliu took the paper and looked down at it.
"Gu Rongxue, Jin Yushu, the Calamity of the Hundred Families, must not tell..." Su Xiaoliu read the words on it in a voice only she could hear.
Gu Rongxue?
Su Xiaoliu frowned slightly.
Since the teahouse opened, many people stopped by to rest every day. She knew a bit about the Pingshan Assembly, and she seemed to have heard this name mentioned by someone.
Could the Jin Yushu mentioned here be the treasure that would be unveiled at the Pingshan Assembly this time?
What did "the Calamity of the Hundred Families, must not tell" mean?
Su Xiaoliu lowered her head and quietly told the old man with the white beard this sentence.
The young man didn't understand it after hearing it, but the old man with the white beard beside him suddenly changed his complexion greatly.
The old man with the white beard glanced around. Everyone was talking about their own things, and no one noticed them. He quickly put away the paper, tremblingly pulled Su Xiaoliu over, and said in a panicked look, "Shopkeeper, never tell this sentence to others. I'm in a very dangerous situation..."
The young man looked at his master in confusion, but he vaguely felt the seriousness of the matter. He asked, "What's wrong, Master?"
"Come with me quickly!" The old man with the white beard was in a hurry. He threw a few copper coins on the table, grabbed his long spear, and pulled the young man to leave.
The young man hurriedly grabbed his luggage. He glanced at Su Xiaoliu. Without having time to say anything, he was dragged away by the old man with the white beard.
Su Xiaoliu looked at the two leaving in confusion. After a while, she turned around and walked towards Situ Qianyue, who was making tea.
Seeing her coming, Situ Qianyue put down what he was doing and said softly, "What's wrong, wife?"
Su Xiaoliu remembered what the old man with the white beard said. She raised the corner of her mouth and smiled slightly, saying, "It's nothing."
Situ Qianyue didn't ask further. His red lips curved, and he nodded.
"Wife, after all the participants of the assembly have left, shall we close the teahouse and move to another place to live?"
Su Xiaoliu had long since not wanted to live in this old temple. She nodded without hesitation, saying, "Okay."
"Let's move to the capital so that it's closer to the Dai Mansion. It'll be convenient for you to go home and have a look..."
"Okay."
...
In the corner, a man in black clothes and wearing a black gauze hat was sitting quietly.
Beneath the gauze hat, the corner of his mouth suddenly curved.
"The Calamity of the Hundred Families."
Just after the old - and - young master - and - apprentice left, a group of people came to the teahouse.
The Taoist priest in a gray Taoist robe at the head carried a large banner, lifted his robe, and stepped over the threshold into the teahouse. The scholar who was fanning himself followed behind.
Su Xiaoliu thought they looked familiar. After greeting them, she casually asked, "Did you all come here yesterday?"
A short - haired man with a bronze - green big knife hanging from his waist walked in and replied, "There are still some days until the Pingshan Assembly. We went to place bets yesterday. We're just bored today and come here to sit for a while."
Su Xiaoliu followed them and asked curiously, "What are you betting on?"
The bald man in a black gown turned back and said to her, "Miss, you may not know. Bets have already started on the treasures that will be unveiled at the Pingshan Assembly. If you bet right, you can get a lot of gold."
A man who looked like a merchant laughed and continued, "Is Miss not going to the Pingshan Assembly?"
Su Xiaoliu shook her head. She glanced at Situ Qianyue who was doing the accounts not far away, then looked at everyone and said, "We're not people from the martial arts world." After a pause, she asked curiously, "What treasures are you betting on?"
The scholar found a seat and sat down, then replied, "I'm betting on the Phoenix - Crested Pearl, which is the precious treasure of the leader of the Wei Gang."
The Taoist priest in the gray Taoist robe glanced at the scholar and laughed, saying, "The possibility of the Phoenix - Crested Pearl is too small. I'm betting on the Jin Yushu."
Jin Yushu? Su Xiaoliu was stunned for a moment.
"I'm betting on the Heavenly - Bestowed Sword," said a handsome young man in gorgeous clothes.
The Heavenly - Bestowed Sword? Su Xiaoliu was stunned again.
"You're probably going to lose if you bet on the Heavenly - Bestowed Sword," suddenly came that nice voice.
Su Xiaoliu turned around. Situ Qianyue was walking over with a pot of tea in his hand. There was a hard - to - hide smile on his extremely beautiful face.
"Why?" the gray - robed Taoist priest asked curiously.
Situ Qianyue smiled and said softly, "The Heavenly Lord of the Heavenly - Bestowed Sect has a rather ordinary relationship with the alliance leader. How could he present the Heavenly - Bestowed Sword?"
"The Heavenly Lord of the Heavenly - Bestowed Sect, I've only heard his name but never seen him..." the scholar fanned himself and sighed.
The handsome young man in gorgeous clothes picked up his teacup, gave a soft laugh, and said, "How do you know about the relationship between the Heavenly - Bestowed Sect and the alliance leader?"
Situ Qianyue looked at the handsome young man in gorgeous clothes and said with a smile, "My master used to be a member of the Heavenly - Bestowed Sect."
"Why don't you two go and take a look at the Pingshan Assembly? It's held once every three years. It would be a pity to miss it," said the short - haired man with a bronze - green big knife hanging from his waist.
Situ Qianyue looked down at Su Xiaoliu.
The Pingshan Assembly?
It was a gathering of people from the martial arts world. If they went, they might be involved in disputes. If it involved the Su family, it would be bad...
Su Xiaoliu lowered her head and thought for a while. After a moment, she looked up at everyone and said, "We won't go. We're just ordinary civilians. It's not suitable for us to go."
Everyone laughed and didn't say anything more.
The corner of Situ Qianyue's mouth was smiling as he looked at Su Xiaoliu and said, "Wife, don't you want to go and see the most beautiful person in the martial arts world?"
Su Xiaoliu looked up at him and said without thinking, "They're all women. What's there to see?"
"Not so, not so. There are men too," the scholar fanned himself and continued.
Su Xiaoliu looked at the scholar. Her interest suddenly piqued, and she asked, "Are there men among the most beautiful people in the martial arts world?"
Situ Qianyue couldn't help smiling. He stared at Su Xiaoliu with a smile in his eyes.
Su Xiaoliu awkwardly shifted her gaze, pretending she hadn't asked.
But the gray - robed Taoist priest caught this opportunity and said, "The most beautiful people in the martial arts world at the Pingshan Assembly have always been one man and one woman. If you're lucky enough to get first place in the martial arts competition, you can sit side by side with them."
"Last time, it was Young Master Wei Feng from the Wei family and Miss Tang Yuyan from the Tang Island - Lord's family. Young Master Wei Feng is really both civil and military. Unlike me, I'm just a rough person," the bald man in a black gown shook his head and said with a smile.
Su Xiaoliu was a bit interested, but she was also worried about causing trouble. She shook her head and decided not to join in the fun.
"Wife, if you want to go, go. I'll accompany you," Situ Qianyue saw her movement clearly and said with a smile.
Su Xiaoliu looked up at him and shook her head, saying, "I won't go."
Situ Qianyue just smiled without saying a word.