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Shi Feixuan was still not giving up: "I can cook."
Chen Yan: "The inn is right next to us. We eat there for free every day, so we don't need to cook."
Shi Feixuan hesitated, toying with the jade flute in her hand. Suddenly, her eyes lit up: "I know music, I understand musical instruments, I can play the zither and the flute..."
"You can play the flute?"
Chen Yan was surprised, then suddenly realized that Shi Feixuan in the original work was indeed a master of music, and he had forgotten that.
"Yes, I can play the flute. I guarantee it will make you feel very comfortable. Would you like me to play a tune for you right now?"
Shi Feixuan, holding a jade flute, volunteered to help.
Chen Yan paused for a moment, then nodded: "If you can really make me feel comfortable, adding another musician position to the fortune-telling shop wouldn't be out of the question..."
Chapter 119 The Down-on-His-Luck Beggar, Sword God Xie Xiaofeng!
Shi Feixuan's job application process went smoothly.
She is indeed a master of music.
She has a unique understanding of playing the xiao (a type of vertical bamboo flute). After listening to her play, Chen Yan was very pleased and decided on the spot to keep her.
This world is so lacking in entertainment; with Shi Feixuan, who can play the xiao (vertical flute), there's much more fun to be had.
Over the next few days, Shi Feixuan gradually integrated into the fortune-telling shop's big family.
Although she is a Buddhist saint, she has no airs and has extremely high emotional intelligence.
He even gradually became familiar with the people at Tongfu Inn and they became one of them.
Seeing this, Wanwan had no choice but to accept the fact that Shi Feixuan had left behind.
Furthermore, after Shi Feixuan arrived, her workload decreased significantly, making her life much easier.
Especially the job of opening the door every morning.
When Shi Feixuan arrived, she was always the first one to get up every day because she didn't like to sleep in. So, the task of opening the front door in the morning naturally fell to Shi Feixuan.
Shi Feixuan had no complaints about this and silently did everything.
this day.
As usual, Shi Feixuan was the first one to get up in the entire fortune-telling shop.
After washing up, she went downstairs and put the door panel down.
Just as I was about to stretch, I suddenly noticed a tall, down-on-his-luck man standing in the corner outside the door.
This man hadn't bathed or changed his clothes for years.
His hair was a mess, his clothes were tattered and hung on his body like strips of cloth, and his face was so dirty that his features were not even visible.
Even his eyes were cloudy and lifeless.
He stood motionless in the corner outside the fortune-telling shop, like a walking corpse.
People passing by looked at him with disdain and contempt, but he didn't care at all; he just stood there blankly.
"Could he be a beggar who has been starving for a long time?"
Shi Feixuan's heart stirred. She took out two silver ingots and was about to hand them to the down-on-his-luck man so that he could buy some steamed buns or other food to fill his stomach.
Unexpectedly.
The down-on-his-luck man saw her hand over the silver, but he didn't reach out his hand. He simply said in a weak voice, "I am a guest."
guest?
Shi Feixuan was stunned.
The down-on-his-luck man looked into the fortune-telling shop.
Suddenly, she understood what the down-on-his-luck man meant.
He said he was a customer of the fortune-telling shop, waiting for Manager Chen to get up so he could answer his questions.
"Then you go inside and wait?"
Shi Feixuan extended an invitation.
The down-on-his-luck man didn't speak, he just shook his head.
It was as if he didn't have the strength to utter another word, or perhaps he was too lazy to say even one more.
"What a weirdo."
Shi Feixuan remained silent and didn't take it too seriously.
There are all sorts of people in the martial arts world, and she has seen many. Although she finds it strange that the down-and-out man in front of her is like this, she doesn't care too much about him.
Then, they returned to the fortune-telling shop, started a fire, and boiled water.
Although she was a noble Buddhist nun, she handled these rough tasks with remarkable ease and naturalness, showing no signs of awkwardness whatsoever.
"Grandpa Zhang, this person is so strange..."
Mo Xiaobei and Zhang Wuji were going to school, so the responsibility of picking them up and dropping them off fell entirely on Zhang Sanfeng's shoulders.
Zhang Sanfeng, however, did not find it offensive; on the contrary, he thoroughly enjoyed this life like that of an ordinary old man.
He thought to himself that this might be the natural life that Master Chen had spoken of. He wanted to find the truth in this natural life, to walk his own path, and to forge his own way...
As the three of them passed by the disheveled man, Mo Xiaobei glanced at him with a strange look and said softly.
Zhang Sanfeng's eyes were clear and filled with boundless wisdom. He glanced at the down-and-out man and sighed softly, "Another pitiful person who has lost his heart..."
"Master, Master, how can a person live if they've lost their heart?"
Zhang Wuji was puzzled.
Zhang Sanfeng patted his head and explained with a smile, "The heart I'm talking about isn't a heart made of flesh, but a person's heart that strives for progress. You're still young, you don't understand..."
Zhang Wuji nodded as if he understood, and the three figures disappeared around the street corner...
at last.
Another half hour passed.
Chen Yan went downstairs and saw the down-and-out man standing outside the fortune-telling shop.
"Shopkeeper, he is a guest waiting for you to get up."
Shi Feixuan stepped forward to explain.
Looking at the disheveled man's appearance and then at the calloused tiger's mouth, Chen Yan guessed the man's identity. He cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, hero. Please come in and have a seat. I'll be back after I've had breakfast."
When the down-on-his-luck man saw Chen Yan appear, a glimmer of light finally appeared in his eyes.
Hearing Chen Yan speak to him again, he cupped his hands in gratitude and said in a complete sentence: "Thank you, Master Chen."
Chen Yan smiled and nodded, then walked straight towards Tongfu Inn.
Wanwan followed beside him, asking curiously, "Shopkeeper, that person was so dirty, how could you still recognize him?"
Chen Yan laughed: "He used to be a very famous person, but now he's lost. If you pay close attention to the details of him, it's still easy to identify his identity."
Is he famous? Who is he?
Wanwan was surprised.
Chen Yan replied, word by word: "The Third Young Master of Shenjian Manor, the Sword God Xie Xiaofeng!"
"Ah! It was him?!"
I heard he was a handsome and dashing man, how could he have fallen so low as to look like this?
Chen Yan chuckled and pinched Wanwan's cheek: "If a person's heart is dead, they will never care about whether they look down on others..."
Is my heart dead...?
Wanwan seemed to understand a little, but not quite.
What could possibly break Xie Xiaofeng's heart, a young and already so brilliant and promising figure in the martial arts world?
……
A quarter of an hour later.
After finishing breakfast, Chen Yan returned to the fortune-telling shop.
Wanwan poured tea for Chen Yan and served him at the side.
Xie Xiaofeng, like a machine, lifted his foot and entered the fortune-telling shop.
After taking out the only silver ingot from his sleeve, he then went to the wooden box to draw a condition.
Chen Yan shook his head: "You don't need to draw any conditions. You've passed this round directly."
The reason for not allowing Xie Xiaofeng to draw the conditions is very simple.
Given Xie Xiaofeng's current state, no matter what embarrassing situation he encounters, it won't cause him to break down.
"Thank you."
Xie Xiaofeng nodded.
After a moment of silence, he opened his mouth and asked his question: "I would like to ask Master Chen, if I were to hide my identity as the Sword God and live as an ordinary person, would I be happier?"