Time travel: Are you as professional as him in eating dog food?

It was as if he was looking at a dead person, as if he had foreseen that Wen Baixu would die.

As the sound of the stairs disappeared again, Wen Baixu sat at the table and drank the remaining porridge in the bowl without a care in the world.

"Who are they? We must surpass these two arrogant guys..."

Jiang Zifang, who was standing next to the young man, was muttering indignantly. The tall man sitting at another table came over with a nonchalant look on his face, saluted the young man, sat on the stool and said,

"It's not the first time you've seen them, why are you so angry? They have always been like that..."

"From what you said, do you know each other?"

Wen Baixu slurped up the porridge, wiped his mouth, and looked at the tall man with bright eyes.

The tall man was startled when he heard this, then he smiled and nodded, looking at the studious young man sitting opposite him, he said: "How are you, young master? I am Lingyun from Yunzhou, and I am a family friend of this guy. The elders in the family saw that we both wanted to study in the Immortal Sect, so they asked us to go together..."

Listening to the gentleman in front of me who was as gentle as jade, it was a bit hard to accept that he was with that red-haired guy who jumped like a monkey.

Ling Yun looked at the boy in front of him with a strange expression, then looked at himself and the person next to him, and then he smiled and shook his head and continued

"Sir, this is our first time going up the mountain. I am sorry for disturbing you. Please forgive me..."

Wen Baixu waved his hand immediately after hearing this, pushed the bowl on the table, and said in a gentle voice, "Brother, you are worrying too much. I have never thought that you two people with such different personalities can team up together. I am a little surprised. However, according to what you just said, I understand."

As he spoke, he bowed to the tall man opposite him.

Ling Yun burst into laughter when he heard this, while Jiang Zifang beside him looked awkward. He looked at Ling Yun, then at Wen Baixu, and tapped the table.

"I...I just like to deal with this nerd. If it were someone else, I would ignore him. They are just like those two, looking down on everyone."

When Ling Yun heard what he said, he quickly covered his mouth, shook his head, and whispered: "You better shut your mouth, one day you will cause trouble because of your mouth"

"I am not afraid of them. My Jiang family has no rivals in Yunzhou except your family... Why would I be afraid of a mere foreigner like them?"

"Gentiles? What do you mean?"

Wen Baixu muttered to himself and asked softly

"Gentiles..."

Just as Ling Yun was about to speak, he heard Jiang Zifang speak loudly.

"These two people are not from our land, but from Tianji City. The one sitting in the wheelchair is the brother who pushes the wheelchair. One is called Min Nanfeng and the other is called Min Yuansui. These two are the most outstanding in Tianji City. The most outstanding among them is Min Nanfeng. What a pity..."

Jiang Zifang's voice also revealed a hint of pity. Ling Yun on the side just glanced at him and said to Wen Baixu

"They only like to mind each other's business and won't easily provoke others. As long as you don't take action, both sides will be at peace. I heard that they are going up the mountain to learn skills and to cure Min Nanfeng's leg disease. So you...don't provoke them. We have passed the trial peacefully. Going up the mountain is the important thing. It's better not to cause trouble."

Ling Yun looked at the red-haired man who was speechless because of his words. He looked as depressed as a depressed puppy.

Wen Baixu patted the dirt on his hands and was about to leave when he heard Jiang Zifang calling out in a hurry: "Brother, you haven't told me your name yet. I can't keep calling you brother."

Wen Baixu looked back at him, nodded thoughtfully, and pointed at his nose. "My name is Wen Baixu. You don't have to call me brother anymore."

As he spoke, the boy walked straight up the stairs.

"Wen...Bai Xu..."

The tall man sat on the stool, looking through the red-haired man's side at the thin figure walking away, and couldn't help muttering to himself:

Seeing that the person had disappeared, Jiang Zifang quickly turned around and was about to complain when he felt a heavy pat on his shoulder. The pain on his face was self-evident.

"What are you doing? It hurts."

"You are still afraid of pain, really, don't go out and say that you are a martial artist."

As he was talking, the tall man stood up, tightened the thing on his wrist, and walked a few steps forward. Feeling that there was no one behind him, he turned around and saw that the red-haired man was still sitting on the stool. He stepped back a few steps, slapped him on the back of the head, and looked at him with a smile...

Wen Baixu walked to the door. He was confused by the current situation and had a black head. Just as he was about to push the door, he felt it being opened from the inside. He saw a man in white underwear coming out. His face was flushed and he looked very satisfied.

"you...."

The two said it at the same time, but also closed their mouths at the same time. The man hurriedly looked back at the situation inside, walked out and closed the door, then pulled Wen Baixu to the railing of the aisle and whispered

"Young Master, I'm so sorry, I... two..."

Wen Baixu waved his hands quickly, looked at him with an understanding expression, and then looked him up and down and said: "What kind of look are you wearing? No matter how anxious you are, you shouldn't go out like this."

The man smiled bitterly, shook his head and continued, "Young Master, I am planning to take advantage of Yingniang's deep sleep to make her some nourishing food and buy her some clothes."

The boy looked puzzled when he heard this, but soon his expression turned into an embarrassed one.

The man thought he was afraid that I would spend his money, so he quickly spoke

"Young Master, this...this...is a loan from me. I will return it to you as soon as I get the money one day."

Seeing him like this, the boy quickly shook his head and pointed to the bottom of the railing and said, "That's not what I meant. It's just that you probably can't buy it even if you have money."

"Why?"

The man looked at him suspiciously

Wen Baixu pointed at the big man standing at the door and said, "See? That man is blocking the door, how can you get out? And this morning, the leader of the Immortal Sect said, 'From today onwards for the next three days, only people can enter but not leave. And the people who enter are those who are going to the Immortal Sect. No other guests will be received.'"

Seeing his stunned expression after hearing this, Wen Baixu felt a little helpless, but he could only pat his shoulder and comfort him.

"It's nothing, actually. I'll go find the store owner and ask him to arrange a table and bring it up, and then get you a set of clothes, but these clothes may not be that good..."

"No... I am already satisfied with what I have to wear, how can I be picky? Since the young master has said so, Cui will respectfully obey your command..."

Just as he was about to turn around, the young man grabbed his clothes and said

"From now on, you are Cui Xiucai instead of Jia Gongzi. If someone asks you about your previous name, just tell them your previous name. Otherwise, they won't know how you died."

The man nodded and said yes, then returned to the room under Wen Baixu's gaze.

Wen Baixu shook his head and walked down with a thoughtful look on his face...