I heard that I became the villain Bai Yueguang after I died

“It is indeed meteorite iron.”

Su Xueyin's face was full of envy:

"It's a very good sword. If it were sold outside, it would cost at least 500,000 spirit stones. Perhaps the craftsmanship is not as good as this one."

After hearing this, Sang Nian's eyes lit up.

As expected of the sect leader, he is generous in his actions.

Any equipment that drops is an orange weapon.

Chu Yao glanced at the sword and said nothing, feeling a little depressed.

Su Xueyin was unaware of this and continued to talk to Sang Nian with her hands supporting her chin:

"The Sect Master treats you very well. Senior Brother Wen is his only disciple. If you want to make a sword, you have to find the materials and hammer it out yourself."

Then the kid got a lot of muscular body, right?

Sang Nian sighed.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the cook approaching with a tray, and she hurriedly cleaned the table:

"The food is here, let's eat first."

The dishes were served one by one, and they were delicious and appetizing just by looking at them.

Before leaving, the cook pointed to the room on the left and said to Sang Nian:

"There are snacks there, go get them if you want."

Sang Nian became interested and walked to that room.

There were only two people inside.

They were wearing the same style of chef uniforms, with their heads and faces covered tightly with scarves, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

There was steam coming out of the pot at the back. I didn't know what was cooking, but the aroma was so fragrant.

She knocked on the door:

"Any snacks?"

The two people who were talking stopped.

Sang Nian repeated his question.

They nodded then, and one of them found a glass bowl, turned stiffly and scooped the food from the pot.

The shovel fell and then floated up, scooping up a full spoonful of osmanthus lotus root powder balls.

Sang Nian's face was full of anticipation.

The next second, his hands began to tremble rhythmically.

The lotus root starch balls fell back into the pot one by one.

Sang Nian: “…”

Such a familiar technique.

He raised his hand, poured the few remaining meatballs in the spoon into the bowl, and pushed the bowl forward:

"Okay, go...let's go."

She picked up the bowl in a daze and was about to leave, but when she turned around and saw Xie Chenzhou coming in, she paused for a moment, ready to wait for him to go back together.

Xie Chenzhou walked straight towards the two waiters and was about to speak when they suddenly raised their heads.

Three pairs of eyes, six gazes facing each other.

The air is quiet.

I don’t know if it was Sang Nian’s illusion, but the two waiters were shaking even more violently.

She couldn't help gloating.

Later, the number of lotus root starch balls in Xie Chenzhou’s bowl will probably be less than hers.

But soon, she couldn't laugh anymore.

A bowl of lotus root starch balls piled high was brought to Xie Chenzhou with both hands.

Sang Nian: “……?”

She looked at his bowl that was overwhelmed, then at her own bowl which only had minor skin injuries, and slowly tapped out a question mark.

In front of the long table, Xie Chenzhou had a blank expression on his face, only murderous intent was hidden in his eyes.

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"Young Master," they said in a voice that only he could hear, "your subordinates have successfully infiltrated Xiaoyao Sect."

Xie Chenzhou: “…I saw it.”

They said earnestly:

"Young Master, is there anything else you want to eat? I will secretly go to the kitchen to get it for you tonight."

Xie Chenzhou: “…No need.”

They were determined, "Don't worry, young master. As long as we are here, we will never let you go hungry!"

Xie Chenzhou glanced at Sang Nian who was waiting at the door, took a deep breath, loosened his clenched fists, and squeezed out a voice from between his teeth:

"You are not allowed to talk to me again."

Ya Er realized: "Young Master, are you afraid of exposing your identity?"

Ya Yi: "Young Master is very cautious, we are far behind!"

Xie Chenzhou's expression was very grim:

"No, I just don't want to talk to idiots."

Crow One: (?* '?'*)??

Crow Two: (;′??Д??`)!

Xie Chenzhou picked up the bowl and strode away with Sang Nian.

On the way, Sang Nian asked quietly: "Do you know each other?"

Xie Chenzhou shook his head firmly: "I don't know him."

Sang Nian couldn't understand:

"Then why did they serve you so many lotus root balls?"

Xie Chenzhou's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he suddenly turned around and took her back.

Crow One and Crow Two, who were blaming each other, said: "?!"

They stood straight in an instant, not daring to move.

Xie Chenzhou handed Sang Nian's bowl over and said briefly:

"Full."

Crow One: “Ah?”

Ya Er moved quickly and immediately added two large spoonfuls of lotus root powder balls into the bowl:

"Is that enough? More?"

Xie Chenzhou said to Sang Nian:

"Is it enough?"

Sang Nian said dryly, "Enough, enough."

Xie Chenzhou nodded: "Let's go."

It happened so fast that before Sang Nian could react, he already had a bowl full of lotus root starch meatballs in his hand.

It was not until she sat back in her seat that she blinked as if waking from a dream.

She couldn't help but glance at Xie Chenzhou out of the corner of her eye.

The lot I just randomly drew was white porridge.

The boy lowered his head to drink porridge. His jawline from the side was clear and smooth, and his bony fingers, which were equally white, held the porcelain spoon.

Sang Nian thought that Xie Chenzhou was indeed quite handsome.

When he held it in his hands, even the bland porridge seemed to have turned into sweet dew.

Suddenly, Xie Chenzhou seemed to realize something and turned his face towards her.

Sang Nian did not dodge or evade. She raised her eyebrows at him and stuffed a lotus root starch meatball into her mouth.

Delicious, hehe.

She ate with relish. Xie Chenzhou paused and looked hesitantly at the lotus root powder balls that he had not touched.

He picked up one and put it into his mouth tentatively.

……

is sweet.

After dinner, Sang Niantong thanked Chenzhou silently and said goodbye, then followed Su Xueyin to the Great Elder’s Xiaoyue Peak.

Xie Chenzhou walked back to his residence alone.

As he passed the road he came from, he slowed down.

The patch of Oxalis is still by the roadside, and its petals are still tender.

He walked over without looking around.

Not long after he walked, he suddenly stopped and turned around.

In the open space not far away, the pit filled in during the day was dug up bit by bit, and the dead butterfly lay silently at the bottom of the pit.

Xie Chenzhou looked at it for a long time and bit his fingertips.

Drops of bright red blood fell, slowly slid down the broken butterfly wings, and seeped into the soil.

He looked at it intently.

The butterfly wings trembled.

A light suddenly shone in Xie Chenzhou's dark eyes.

Soon, the light went out again.

--got windy.

The light purple butterfly fluttered its wings slightly in the wind, as if it were alive.

When the wind stops, it stops too.

The butterfly is completely dead.

What is gone will never come back to life.

The wound on his fingertips healed automatically. Xie Chenzhou threw the soil back into the pit, stood up and walked back to Baohua Peak.

There are several vegetable plots on Baohua Peak. An old man with messy hair and beard is squatting on the ground pulling weeds, muttering to himself.

Xie Chenzhou didn't even look at him and walked straight towards his room.

He heard the noise and hurriedly greeted:

"came back?"

Xie Chenzhou said "hmm" lightly.

The second elder patted the dirt on his hands and said proudly:

"Look at my squash, it's bigger than your head. Look at my onion, it's taller than you."

Xie Chenzhou didn't understand.

This person doesn't need to eat, so why does he waste time in the vegetable garden every day?

Just like he didn't understand why Sang Nian was so looking forward to having a garden.

The second elder saw that his expression was not right, so he stopped smiling and asked:

"But what happened?"

Xie Chenzhou shook his head and wanted to leave, but he was too hesitant to move his feet.

Finally, he asked the second elder:

“Why do you like growing vegetables?”

The second elder said awkwardly:

"Because I have a lot of free time. I don't have to go to the academy to teach or manage the sect every day, so I have to plant these two acres of land."

Xie Chenzhou got up and walked away.

Behind him, the second elder's voice sounded again:

"There is something on the table. It is a gift from your master. See if it is suitable for you."

Xie Chenzhou said nothing and quickly returned to his room.

There was indeed a rectangular box on the table.

There was a lot of mud on it.

He casually opened the lid.

A snow-white sword suddenly appeared.

Xie Chenzhou was stunned for a moment and picked it up.

The long sword is simple in style, with no patterns carved on the hilt and scabbard, and is hard and heavy in texture.

He drew out the blade, and a cold light reflected on his face.

Meteorite from the sky.

It is exactly the same as the one in Sang Nian's hand.

Xie Chenzhou brushed the scabbard with his fingertips, turned his head to look outside the door, his eyes full of confusion.

Is this a gift for him?

In the field, the second elder withdrew his gaze and continued to fight the weeds.

"What a silly child, there's no reason for liking him."

He shook his head and laughed at the plump little melon:

"If I have to give a reason, it's probably because I want to watch them grow from seeds to seedlings, then bloom, bear fruit, and wither."

"New life is born, old life dies, and the cycle repeats itself endlessly."

“Everything is full of hope.”