Wu Chang Jie

5

At the foot of Mount Luofeng lies Fengdu city, which was undoubtedly the place with the most stories and is the main topic of conversation in Jiuzhou.

It was the barrier between the human and ghost realms, a gateway to the Underworld. It was the battleground between the Supreme Demon and Great Emperor Beiyin a hundred years ago, a transportation fortress, the mountain gate where the world's cultivators travel, search for treasure, and learn from each other, and it was also the place where the black market and money-squandering establishments for influential officials and capable people were set up.

Many stories have appeared ever since Zhuanxu Sect disconnected the path between heaven and earth and divided the three realms. In Fengdu there exists prosperity and poverty, open and hidden marketplaces, drunk and entranced, heroes and martyrs, and they have jointly constructed this small world.

There exists a Jianghu joke: a storyteller with a three-inch tongue* cannot leave Fengdu city with his poor life.

A pair of extremely handsome young men appeared on the street dressed in black and white. Even among the crowd, they were exceptionally outstanding.

Xie Bi An introduced the local customs to Fan Wu She in a very familiar manner. He had seen both life and death since young, and he has also seen many people spent their lives pursuing flashy things but ended up full of regret. So, he learned to be contented with what he had since he was young. Be it a flower or a blade of grass, he would cherish them equally. Musical instruments, chess, poems, paintings, stars, the moon, tea, wine, and pleasure; there's nothing that he didn't love.

After only walking down half a street, Fan Wu She already knew which shop had the best red date cake, which shop weighed the meat most accurately, which shop had the best fabric, and the other shop which had the best tailor. Xie Bi An had smiles of exultation, while he explained things with great familiarity. He watched quietly from the side, unwilling to disturb him.

In those last few years, this man could no longer smile. He thought he would never see such a vivid and happy appearance again.

"Boss, send these dishes to the third house in Qingtai Alley."

"Alright Lord Xie, we will send it to the correct place even if you didn't tell us the address."

The duo shopped the whole day. Most of the items would be sent directly to Xie Bi An's residence in the city by the vendors, except the little things that he bought for Bo Zhu, which he held by himself. Not long after, both of his hands were almost full.

When Xie Bi An bought the third sugar figurine*, Fan Wu She couldn't bear it anymore: "The sun is so hot. It will completely melt in a while."

"Oh, right." Xie Bi An was reminded of something. He took out a cold ice charm from his arm, pasted it on the sugar figurine, and asked Fan Wu She, "Are you feeling hot? Do you want one?"

Fan Wu She looked at him with a black face and said: "No."

"Look at you sweat, let's go look at some fabric. The fabric shop I just mentioned is next to an ice jelly* shop. Rose ice jelly is the best. Let's go there to make clothes and eat the free ice jellies."

When they arrived at the fabric shop, Xie Bi An liberated his hands temporarily and picked up a cloth.

The boss introduced: "Lord Xie, these new ones arrived yesterday. Look at this brocade with grass, clouds, cranes, and scattered flower prints. It's lustrous, smooth, and finely stitched. Initially, I only ordered Woodlawn blue*. After seeing the sample, I rushed to get 3 other colors."

Xie Bi An touched the material and smiled: "This fabric looks nice. Junior brother, what do you think of it?"

"Anything's fine."