big master, big liar

Song Xuan and Ji Yunxi stayed in Sifang City for a long time.

It was mainly because of the back-and-forth approval documents between the government and Shengjing. The envoy from Shengjing who came to confirm Ji Yunxi's identity came twice.

After all, it was not a small matter to welcome the prince. The guard of honor, scale, and itinerary needed to be finalized, and even someone from Shengjing was sent to see Gu Jiyunxi.

Ji Yunxi took this matter as a joke to Song Xuan: "I obviously hope that I die outside, but I insist on acting like the whole world is celebrating. I don't know who I am happy for."

The government originally prepared Ji Yunxi a residence that matched his status, but Ji Yunxi flatly rejected it, and still nestled in Song Xuan's yard, living in seclusion with him.

Song Xuan agrees with this point, after all, Ji Yunxi's only one person is Zhu Yang, and when he moved to the compound, the guards and servants didn't know the details, so it was inevitable that someone would find an opportunity to take advantage of him.

On the contrary, living here with Song Xuan, few people know about it, and it is under Song Xuan's nose, so it is not possible to worry about it all day long.

Occasionally, Song Xuan could take Ji Yunxi out for a walk, but he also saw a lot of interesting things.

It's just that the biggest anecdote right now is the news that the third prince came back from the dead.

For example, Sifang City, a place where merchants come and go, has the most miscellaneous and well-informed news, and the storytellers here often have another function, which is to inquire.

They collected anecdotes and important things from the mouths of merchants and tourists, compiled them, and used the name of storytelling to gather popularity in teahouses. They always started with "I don't know which dynasty it is, but there is such a miracle".

The connotation, those who understand it naturally understand it, and those who don't understand it are still ignorant.

Recently, the book among these storytellers has become a story of "a certain prince of a certain dynasty, a certain generation, accidentally met a bandit, walked through the ghost gate, and finally came back from the dead".

The most exciting part is nothing more than the section on how the prince came back to life. Some say that he was instructed by the immortal, some say that the king of Hades refused to accept him, and some say that the fox demon who had saved him repays his favor, and there are even more outrageous rumors such as suspended animation and resurrection from a dead body.

"There are ten teahouses in this Sifang City. I counted them and came up with thirteen different versions." Fang Qiutang told them as a joke.

At this moment, I heard the storyteller outside the private room say: "Actually, the prince has been living in the palace for several years. He has already learned the turtle's breath magic skill from the well-known old turtle man in the world. Even though he stops breathing, his body is still alive." -"

Song Xuan choked on the tea and compared the numbers: "Here, No. 14."

"The so-called unofficial anecdotes are probably created by this group of people." Fang Qiutang glanced at them.

It was Ji Yunxi who asked, "Who is the Old Man Turtle?"

"It's an old bastard who holds his breath and deceives people." Fang Qiutang chuckled.

Song Xuan explained: "He is an old liar in the south, good at controlling breathing. It is said that he can stay underwater for a quarter of an hour. I don't know where I got a huge old turtle shell, tied it to my body to pretend to be a ghost, and used to pretend to be dead and come back to life. I gave myself a nickname, called Old Man Turtle."

Ji Yunxi wondered, "Do all the people who walk in the rivers and lakes have nicknames?"

Song Xuan replied: "It's all for convenience, and some are boasting."

"Then what's your nickname?"

Song Xuan refused to answer, coughed, and turned away to drink tea.

On the other hand, Fang Qiutang narrowed his fox eyes: "Him? He is called Yumian Shensuan, and there are also people who call him Mr. Yumian."

Song Xuan blushed with embarrassment: "Don't talk nonsense."

"What nonsense, ask around, is there anyone in Sifang City who doesn't know this nickname? It's because he is a fortune teller, so he didn't call him Yumian Langjun." Seeing Song Xuan's embarrassment, Fang Qiutang became more and more aggressive. Xuan kicked, and then he was able to survive.

After hearing this, Ji Yunxi really stared at Song Xuanzai carefully, showing a playful smile: "It's appropriate, but it's not majestic."

"You don't understand. These days, the less prestigious a nickname is, the more powerful it is." Fang Qiutang said with a smile.

"Where did this start?"

"Most of the nicknames that others give you are easy to remember and simple, but they respect you and recognize your ability." Song Xuan patiently explained to him. "Those majestic and flashy nicknames are mostly self-imposed to scare people."

"Swallow the five lakes and pour down the world, the unparalleled master of nine states, the white dragon and the double swordsman," Fang Qiutang also went to catch up and give him an example. "Is this name domineering or not?"

"If you fight with real swords and guns, even Song Xuan, a magic stick, can't beat him."

After hearing this, Ji Yunxi really felt something interesting.

He usually doesn't care about these miscellaneous things, but for some reason, when he is with Song Xuan, these boring things in the world have become shining.

On the contrary, Zhu Yang couldn't help interjecting: "Then if I'm in the Jianghu, what nickname do I need?"

"It will have to wait for you to try it," Song Xuan said with a smile. "Maybe someone can give you a 'Smiling General' or something like that."

This is because Zhu Yang has no heart and no lungs, and he always has a smirk on his face when doing vicious things.

"I think it's more or less called 'Smiling Hades'." Fang Qiutang obviously summed it up more precisely.

What they didn't expect was that later Zhu Yang left Ji Yunxi to venture into the rivers and lakes, and he really got such a nickname. People only knew it was appropriate, but they didn't know that the origin of this nickname was just a joke when Song Xuan and others were having tea.

A few people ate tea and snacks all afternoon, their stomachs were full, but they didn't want to move lazily.

The storyteller outside told the story of "The Miraculous Prince Brings Back to Life" eight times, until even Ji Yunxi got tired of hearing it, and everyone set off to return home.

Before leaving, Fang Qiutang and Song Xuan quarreled for a while because of who would pay for the tea.

One said that he had lost his fortune by buying wine, and the other cried that he was a poor fortune teller. You came and I went back and forth for a long time, but in the end it was the rich Fang who settled the bill.

Then he asked Song Xuan: "How did you arrange the other end in Shengjing? When will you leave?"

Song Xuandao: "I'm leaving in a few days."

At first, Song Xuan was worried that the people behind the scenes would not die, and would send assassins again, but the full month passed peacefully.

It wasn't until winter that the capital finally decided on a date and sent people to pick Ji Yunxi back.

Thinking of this, Song Xuan couldn't help complaining: "It's better to come early and late, but it's snowing in winter, so I came here."

Obviously everyone knew that Ji Yunxi was in poor health and couldn't stand the wind. Even in early autumn, he would sneeze or sneeze from time to time, but in winter, he was asked to follow the carriage on the road to eat the wind.

Fang Qiutang frowned: "So, all this way are people from Shengjing?"

Song Xuan smiled wryly and nodded. He also knew that this would be extremely risky, but there was no good way.

Fang Qiutang asked about the situation on the day of departure in detail, showing a thoughtful expression.