Chapter 33 Life as a servant As Yi Jue discovered something was wrong with him.
Gradually, more and more things that were wrong were discovered by Yi Jue.
For example, I have recently become crazy and obsessed with the art of weapon refining.
The talisman is the foundation of his life. It not only speeds up the speed of practicing spells, but also allows him to trade spiritual stones. Not to mention that he has a certain talent. In addition, the basic skills are good, and the daily practice time is not very long.
Some of the best talismans that I have accumulated are used as my own trump cards, which can continuously increase my fighting skills and probability of survival. However, even if I am making talismans, there has been no such thing as refining weapons in recent times.
The idea before refining the weapon was to lay a foundation with the blood refining method and cultivate interest, so as to prevent the person from becoming less interested in refining the weapon and having no motivation to study the art of refining the weapon after forming the elixir.
Perhaps because he stayed with Qian Juezi for a long time, some ideas influenced Yi Jue. Yi Jue's main purpose during this period became to refine the art of weapon refining.
Fortunately, this trial came just in time, allowing Yi Jue to escape from cultivating immortality and face himself properly.
Yi Jue was horrified, because Yi Jue suddenly discovered that the possibility of psychological problems among demonic monks is actually much greater than that of righteous monks, and due to the high pressure of cultivating immortals, it is often impossible to detect them in time.
It seems necessary to find some techniques or magical tools that can protect oneself from being invaded by external objects and enable one to realize one's true heart in a timely manner.
"What are you doing? Are you distracted?"
Wang Xiaoer didn't know when he appeared in front of him, and Yi Jue's vigilance dropped a bit without spiritual awareness.
He secretly reflected, "I must pay more attention to my surroundings in the future to prevent accidents."
"Little brother, I just thought of my parents."
Wang Xiaoer looked at the miserable boy in front of him and couldn't help but become slightly silent.
"If you have anything to think about, you don't need to call me second brother from now on. I'm not much older than you. You have had parents after all. I don't want to mention my wolf-hearted parents."
With that said, he turned around to receive the guests.
"Master Zhang, what kind of wind has brought you here? Come quickly and invite me inside. It's the same as last time, isn't it? Lao Bai, first serve a pot of the best Biluochun."
After saying that, he led the guests into the inner room and then went up to the second floor.
Yi Jue fell silent slightly.
Thinking that he was going to start such a servile life, Yi Jue felt uncomfortable because of his arrogance as an immortal cultivator.
At this time, Yi Tian's voice still sounded in my ears.
"Low-level monks must learn to be humble, to be patient, and to assess the situation."
Yi Jue endured the discomfort and remembered Wang Xiaoer's words of welcome.
Remember the faces of some guests.
All the perceptions of the immortal cultivator are blocked, but after all, after the sea of consciousness has been developed, the memory is still not bad.
Then Yi Jue thought, looking like a piece of wood here, he might as well follow the waiter. This person seemed a bit snobbish and had a lot of his own little plans, but it was obvious that he was not a bad person.
A scene like this soon appeared in the restaurant. Wherever Wang Xiaoer went and Yi Jue followed, many guests would make fun of them, but Yi Jue ignored them and just smiled.
After all, Yi Jue is now a busy man, dressed as a servant, and with Yi Tianxing's instructions, Yi Tianxing also made some adjustments to Yi Jue's appearance, so that he looks like an ordinary servant.
Wang Xiaoer would sometimes introduce Yi Jue, while others would just smile and skip it.
Yi Jue made a note of the people Wang Xiaoer would introduce to him.
Obviously these guests have a certain degree of goodwill towards Wang this familiarity, it soon became dark.
As the guests left one after another, the restaurant gradually became quiet.
At this time, two cooks came out of the kitchen and invited everyone to eat together.
Two tables were put together in a hurry.
Everyone sat together. The shopkeeper spoke and introduced Yi Jue. Then everyone nodded politely. Yi Jue secretly noted that there were two chefs, two waiters serving dishes, and one Mr. Accountant, the rest are four young men including Yi Jue, that is, the waiters in the restaurant.
Including the shopkeeper, there are ten people in total, and these people make up the entire two-story restaurant. This restaurant does not have a special name. The shopkeeper's surname is Fang, so the restaurant here is also called Fangjia Restaurant.
It is said that this restaurant has a history of more than 100 years. It was built here by the shopkeeper's grandfather. It has developed for hundreds of years and is considered to be quite powerful in this town.
Yi Jue is not very concerned about these things. What he is concerned about now is what is wrong with his body. Because he cannot sense spiritual power, of course he will be hungry after moving all day today.
But looking at the food in front of him, Yi Jue felt a sense of discomfort.
Although this is a restaurant, the food is definitely not bad, but the last time I had such a meal full of worldly atmosphere was before I practiced Qi.
Feeling his stomach growling, Yi Jue had no choice but to put the food into his mouth bit by bit.
An old woman looked at Yi Jue and said kindly,
"What's wrong, mistress, isn't it to your liking? If you want to eat anything, tell Aunt Zhang, and Aunt Zhang will make it for you tomorrow."
Yi Jue entered this strange place for the first time, and he didn't have much ability to protect himself. Feeling the concern in front of him, he didn't dare to speak out the truth casually.
"No, I'm not used to having so many people eating together. Plus, I'm a little tired today and don't have much appetite. I'll be fine in two days. These are all delicious."
Aunt Zhang smiled as she listened. "Don't be afraid. I am also from Zhangjiacun. I just got lost in the town. The shopkeeper's mother took me in, and I have been here ever since. Maybe we are still related."
Listening to this, Yi Jue still didn't know why the child was lost. It was just that his parents didn't want the child and abandoned him in the town. No wonder he didn't mention anything about going back.
I'm afraid it's because I feel some sympathy for her, and because of my young age, I feel a little sympathy.
"Thank you Aunt Zhang." After saying that, she put some rice into her mouth.
. . .
After dinner, Yi Jue tidied up the dormitory with Wang Xiaoer. In fact, there was nothing to clean up.
This dormitory originally had two beds and not much stuff. I packed the things on the bed into the cabinet, wiped the bed, put a layer of straw paper on top, and put the quilt on it.
At this time, Wang Xiaoer handed over the package that he had put away for Yi Jue. Yi Jue took out a change of clothes from the bag and asked where the bathing place was.
Wang Xiaoer took Yi Jue to take a hasty bath, and the two of them lay on the bed.
For a moment, both of them were silent.
As he settled in, Yi Jue felt a little confused and at a loss as he felt the life here.
After leaving my comfort zone, I was not as brave or decent as I imagined.
Recalling that Han Li lost all his magic power several times in the original work, Yi Jue was slightly silent.
(End of this chapter)