Chapter 2: Information from important NPCs
Gu Sanqiu shook his arms heavily and pulled the fishing line out of the whirlpool.
"Yoho, let me see if I can..."
When he saw the familiar blue light emanating from the vortex mouth, the excited expression on Gu Sanqiu's face instantly collapsed.
Well, I should send the bill to Wangshengtang tomorrow.
As expected, he felt a familiar resistance on the fishing rod. Gu Sanqiu pulled and released it quite skillfully, and soon he fished out the object emitting blue light.
Item: Hundred-forged Water-patterned Black Iron
Origin: Beihai
Introduction: The mineral veins hidden deep in the seabed are repeatedly forged under the water pressure and the manipulation of the water flow of the big monster. They are good materials for making sharp weapons.
"It's this kind of thing again."
Gu Sanqiu looked disgusted and said, "I've been getting tired of blacksmithing lately."
"Is this what it means to grow up? I can no longer do whatever I want."
Well, actually it’s just because I can’t avoid the resentment about the blue sky and white clouds.
Nothing happened that night. After getting up, taking a bath, and burning incense as usual, Gu Sanqiu walked out of the room with a slight smell of incense on his body.
"Good morning, Master Mao, give me the same one."
“Hahaha, kid Gu, it’s really late now. Among the young people in Liyue Harbor, you are probably the last one to get up.”
Inside the Wanmin Hall, Master Mao laughed as he packed two portions of Mora meat and a portion of steamed corn bread for Gu Sanqiu.
"Young people who come to Liyue Port all want to get up early and make a lot of money so that they can brag about it when they go home. But you, a brat, do the opposite."
"Well, anyway, I can feed my whole family now, and I don't have such an urgent need to make money."
Gu Sanqiu took a big bite of the Mora meat. The pancake exuded the fragrance of the sun and fire and the juicy and thick meat filling. The craftsmanship of Wanmintang made Gu Sanqiu temporarily forget about today's work.
"Let's go, Master Mao, business is booming."
Gu Sanqiu retreated without even paying. Since Wanmin Hall became his canteen, Master Mao generously allowed Gu Sanqiu to settle the bill on a monthly basis, which made it a lot more convenient for this guy who was used to mobile payment.
Of course, Master Mao is not a fool. He can do this purely because of his identity as an incense burner.
Face is given to each other, and Gu Sanqiu is naturally not the kind of person who urgently needs to recharge his emotional intelligence. The monthly meal money is always delivered to Wanmin Hall on time.
Unless you're put in solitary confinement.
"call--"
Gu Sanqiu blew gently, and a piece of paper with a gold border appeared in his left hand, which he then handed to the waiter outside the Wangsheng Hall.
"Come, give this thing to your hall master, or any guest official, they will know what this means."
"Okay, Xiangjun."
The waiter took the piece of white paper with a smile, and then threw it into the burning brazier next to him in front of Gu Sanqiu.
…
"?"
"I'm sorry, Xiangjun. Before the hall master set out for Wuwangpo today, he told me that any paper you hand over will be burned in front of you. Please don't make it difficult for me."
Is there such a thing? In order to avoid debt, he actually ran to Wuwangpo.
The corner of Gu Sanqiu's mouth twitched. There was not much business in Wangsheng Hall on weekdays, but this was just a superficial phenomenon. After all, there was still a grave as big as Wuwangpo waiting for Hu Tao to clean.
It’s just that some things are not suitable to be exposed to the eyes of ordinary people.
"Okay, she's cruel."
Gu Sanqiu shook his head: "When she comes back, tell her that the task she asked me to do last time is almost done. Ask your hall master to come over at a certain time."
"Okay Mr. Gu."
…
On Yujing Terrace, a hunched old woman was watching the people coming and going with a smile. Not long after, she frowned, shook her wrist slightly, and a small porcelain cup flew towards the stone railing on her right.
Ding--
After a slight sound, the porcelain cup did not shatter on the stone railing. Instead, it drew a perfect arc in the air and fell again on the table in front of the old man.
Less than a minute later, a sneaky-looking guy poked his head out from behind the stone railing, his originally smooth hair becoming a little messy while climbing.
"I say, Xiao Gu, every time you come to my place to drink tea, can't you just walk over properly? It's not like there's no road built on Yujing Terrace."
"Hey, Grandma Ping, I just went to the Hall of the Dead. Besides, walking that way is not as fast as climbing up directly."
Gu Sanqiu patted the dust off his body and said, "It seems that the Yujing Terrace was not cleaned very carefully. My clothes are ruined."
"Stop talking, it's not easy to clean the Yujing Terrace, not to mention that the place you came up from is not within the scope of cleaning."
Grandma Ping poured a cup of tea for Gu Sanqiu: "You are from the Fengxiang family. I have seen old ladies before, but this is the first time I have seen someone as leisurely as you."
"Oh, this thing is not about the surface work, what matters is the inside, the inside."
Gu Sanqiu touched his conscience: "There is no doubt that I have done a good job."
"Haha, including being detained by the Qianyan Army several times?"
"Well, has this matter become widely known?"
"Whether it is widely known or not, you should know best."
Grandma Ping poured another cup of tea for Gu Sanqiu: "Also, it seems that someone has been asking for your information recently."
"ah?"
Gu Sanqiu raised his eyebrows, and his eyes showed a look of "I'm very interested".
"How did you know about this, grandma?"
Grandma Ping, one of the giants who showed her strength in the battle against the demon god Osel, is known as "Ge Chen Lang Shi Zhenjun", a real ancient immortal.
But on the surface, she is still an old woman who is enjoying her retirement in the sun on Yujing Terrace.
Well, probably like a small vendor setting up a stall in a tourist attraction and chatting with friends.
Just like he didn't tell Hu Tao that your guest official was Emperor Yanwang, since they didn't intend to reveal their identities, Gu Sanqiu naturally wouldn't waste time and cause trouble for himself.
So the question is, why did Grandma Ping specifically tell me about this?
As the descendant of a lineage of incense worshippers, there is no guarantee that the Gu family has not passed down any obscure information. Why would Grandma Ping tell me all this as an "ordinary old lady"?
"The little fellow who was trying to get information about you has some connection with the old woman. She is not a bad person. She is just giving you a warning."
…
Are you connected to Grandma Ping?
As a member of the immortal race, there are so many people who have some connection with her in her long life, and Gu Sanqiu really can't guess who it is.
Grandma Ping took back Gu Sanqiu's teacup : "Go to work, boy. Young people should work harder."
"Hehe, Master Mao told me the same thing today."
Gu Sanqiu smiled helplessly: "Since you said so, it seems a bit unreasonable for me not to go to work."
