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  "Good view!"

  Just as Chen Jing was about to turn around and leave, the thick curtains in front of a rather grand but not luxurious eight-sided pavilion not far behind him were lifted, and an old lady with silver hair was walking out with the support of a pretty maid.

  Chen Jingyi looked down and smiled, immediately shouting: "Mrs. Gu." At the same time, he quickly walked over, his voice having a carefree and casual feeling, as if saying "the wind is picking up, it's raining".

  This is Grandma Gu's acquaintance with Chen Jing. All along, Grandma Gu has been a kind person in Chen Jing's heart. Although Chen Jing hasn't said much to her, it doesn't affect her position in Chen Jing's heart.

  Grandma Gu's hair was as white as frost, but her face was rosy and her eyes were full of spirit. She looked at Chen Jing who was walking towards her and said in surprise: "It really is you, the little kid from back then has grown up so much."

  Chen Jing smiled awkwardly, and his originally calm heart was also rippled. Old Lady Gu smiled similarly and said: "This one point hasn't changed at all, those words you shouted in front of the Wang Manor back then were earth-shattering, every sentence was like iron, how come when you see me now you can't say a word?"

  "All those were just words spoken in a moment of sadness, now seeing Madam Gu's body still strong and feeling happy in my heart, for a moment I don't know what to say." Chen Jing said, the pretty maid standing beside him was thinking in her mind that Chen Jing was not an ordinary commoner judging from his demeanor. Listening to his speech, it seemed like he had been very familiar with Madam Gu before, but yet she had never seen him before. While she was thinking about these things, Madam Gu had already pulled Chen Jing's hand and walked towards the house.

  The Gu's residence is also a large household, and on this street, there are those who belong to the first or second class. Chen Jing has been here before, but this time he followed Madame Gu into the estate, looking at the unchanged gardens over the past decade, he couldn't help but sigh. Everywhere were servants hurrying back and forth, and those they met would bow in greeting. Madame Gu didn't pay attention to them, only speaking with Chen Jing.

  "Little Jing, since you left that year, this city has changed a lot, it can be said that prosperity and decline have alternated, fleeting like clouds. As for me, this old thing that won't die, I'm still alive, I don't know how many people are secretly cursing me!" Madam Gu said with a sigh, pulling Chen Jing's hand, although she was saying this, her face also showed excitement.

  Chen Jing smiled and didn't say anything.

  "You, you haven't changed a bit, whether it's your appearance or your personality." Old Lady Gu said with a smile. The pretty maid following behind looked at Chen Jing's back and couldn't see the smile on his face, thinking to herself that this person is always so silent, too impolite.

  "Sometimes, it's not that nothing has changed, but rather that I've intentionally or unintentionally preserved a period of time in my memory, and the people in that period of time will never change. What you see is me from back then." Chen Jing said slowly, this time it was Gu Nainai who didn't speak up. In fact, Chen Jing wanted to say: "I've changed, I've changed a lot. The current me is not the me in my memories, but the me of now."

  Grandma Gu looked at Chen Jing, patting the back of his hand. After a while, she sighed: "In those years, all the neighbors on this street were gone, and so many years have passed, but I've only seen you and Old Sword Guest."

  "Old Sword Guest?" Chen Jing's heart skipped a beat as he asked aloud.

  "Yes, three years ago Old Sword Guest came back for a visit." said Granny Gu.

  Just as Chen Jing was about to ask again, someone suddenly shouted from the front: "Grandma..."

  The voice was clear and crisp, followed by a twenty-year-old girl who walked quickly over, with bright teeth and eyes that simultaneously looked puzzled at Chen Jing. Chen Jing only knew Madam Gu of the Gu household, if it were years ago, perhaps he would know who this was, but after so many years had passed, how could he still recognize her?

  "Ah, Ming Wei, come here, this is Brother Jing." Old Lady Gu beckoned with a smile, and the girl called Ming Wei quickly came to her side, naturally taking Old Lady Gu's hand, while Chen Jing let go and took a step back, yielding his position to her.

  She didn't shout at Chen Jing, but rather hugged one of Grandmother Gu's arms and said in a spoiled tone: "Grandma, I don't have that many brothers. You always bring back unrelated people from outside, if this continues, the whole city of Ba Ling will be related to our Gu Manor."

  Old Lady Gu smiled and glared at the girl, saying: "Don't be rude, this Chen Jing was even carried by him when he was a child."

  "Grandma..." The young girl let out a soft snort, quickly turning her head to glance at Chen Jing, who kept his eyes fixed on the front, pretending not to have heard.

  "Grandma didn't say anything wrong, Xiao Jing, do you still remember the time we took shelter from the rain in that Longming Pavilion?" Madam Gu turned her head to ask Chen Jing. Chen Jing immediately smiled and said: "I've had a good memory since I was young, and I still remember a bit."

  "You still remember that little girl who was crying nonstop in your arms back then."

  Chen Jing looked at the girl who had turned back, her face flushed red, and couldn't help but rub his nose, saying: "This is a bit fuzzy, I only remember playing a set of sword moves on the stone table in that rain pavilion, as for whether or not I hugged her, I don't recall."

  "That's it, after you played with the sword, this little girl stopped crying, but insisted that you hold her. Now it's good, don't admit it." Old Lady Gu said with a smile.

  "Grandma, grandma, don't say that anymore. Even if it's true, they were young and didn't understand things back then..." The girl named Ming Wei said with a blush, shaking her head at Grandma Gu.

  "Alright, grandma won't say anything more." Then she said to the pretty maid following behind her: "Jixiang, go and instruct the kitchen to prepare a table of wine and dishes, just say it's for entertaining noble guests."

  "Yes." The maid replied in a soft voice, but was surprised in her heart and couldn't help but take another look at Chen Jing standing beside her with an unfathomable expression. As the personal maid of Madame Guo, she naturally knew the rules of the mansion very well, and since Madame Guo had called someone a noble guest, she also knew that three years ago they had entertained an old swordsman.

  Ji Xiang left, Ming Wei was also slightly surprised, turned his head to take a look at Chen Jing, and then chattered in Grandma Gu's ear. They were all small things, such as who did what in the east wing, and who did what in the west wing.

  Grandma Gu smiled and nodded all the way, which was exactly the opposite of when she spoke with Chen Jing earlier. Previously, it was her who spoke and Chen Jing listened, now it was Ming Wei's turn to speak and she smiled as she listened. However, unlike Chen Jing, Chen Jing showed respect, while Grandma Gu showed affection towards the girl.

  Chen Jing followed them into a hall called Taihe Hall. After entering the hall, maidservants kept bringing in basins of water and towels with quiet faces and hands, as well as many delicious-looking fruits and pastries. Chen Jing naturally didn't touch any of it; his current body was just an illusion created by the Butterfly Sword Spirit, so he couldn't eat anything.

  Grandma Gu and Ming Wei entered the inner room, while Chen Jing stood in the main hall looking at a painting. The painting was hung on the beam of the main hall. Chen Jing wasn't good at appreciating paintings, but he knew at a glance that this was an excellent work, whether it was the atmosphere in the painting or the painter's perspective, both surprised Chen Jing.

  This painting is a landscape of the heavens and the earth, painted from an angle that transcends the mundane world. Faintly visible are countless mountains and rivers, but they are all shrouded in white mist, making them barely discernible. The sky above is filled with stars at their most resplendent. But what's striking is a silver river that cascades down through the starry expanse, imbuing the entire ethereal landscape with an aura of grandeur and a hint of foreboding.

  In the bedroom where Taihe Tang's wife lived, Ming Wei was asking in a soft voice: "Auntie, what is his background? Even if he held me when I was young, there's no need for such a grand reception."

  "Silly girl, what wrong has Grandma ever done? You naturally don't remember the bloody case that happened over a decade ago, when three families as prominent as ours had a falling out."

  His eyes widened in shock and he whispered: "Could it be him?"

  "If I'm not mistaken, it was him back then. Since then, he hasn't appeared again. I didn't expect him to still be alive, and his appearance hasn't changed at all. If grandma's guess is correct, he must have been cultivating himself."

  Ming Wei listened and said: "Brother Ming Yu is also a cultivator..."

  "He is him, you are you, today is meant for you and him to form a good relationship."

  Chen Jing was still looking at the painting and did not hear what Old Lady Gu and Ming Wei said.

  When Old Lady Gu and Ming Wei came out with a table of wine set up, Chen Jingcai finally came back to his senses. He asked Old Lady Gu who painted this painting, but she only said it was her dowry from her maiden home, passed down through the women in the family, not the men, and didn't know who the painter was.

  There were only three people eating, Chen Jing, Gu Nainai and Ming Wei. The servants stood behind them to serve. Chen Jing just smiled and didn't eat the dishes. Gu Nainai didn't persuade him much either. It was Ming Wei who said a few words. Chen Jing laughed and said: "You see I haven't eaten, actually I have."

  Ming Wei then snorted and said: "Can you still eat the fragrance of this meal?"

  She naturally didn't know that Chen Jing, as a god, could eat only if others wanted to feed him. This eating wasn't referring to the food itself, but rather an intangible willpower.

  Chen Jing smiled and waited until Old Lady Gu had finished eating, and the servants had cleared away before asking: "Old Lady Gu said she saw Old Sword Guest three years ago?"

  "Yes, three years ago, he was also standing there just like you, and happened to be met by me, then had a meal in the mansion before leaving." said Mrs. Gu with a smile.

  "Did he say anything?" Chen Jing asked, and Aunt Gu smiled: "He didn't say much, just chatted about some ordinary things, talked a bit about what happened after he left that year. However, when he was about to leave, he left behind a incomplete book, saying that if you come back, give it to you." After finishing speaking, she actually took out a scroll from her bosom.

  Even with Chen Jing's current mindset, he couldn't help but feel a little excited. The old swordsman's mysterious departure had been nearly twenty years ago. Now, Chen Jing of course knew that the old swordsman was no ordinary person, and he also vaguely felt that during those years of following the old swordsman on his travels, there must have been something extraordinary about himself. In the memories of those years, it seemed that he could recall everything clearly in his mind, but it was difficult to remember what the old swordsman had said. Only occasionally, when a sudden realization flashed through his mind, would he recall that the old swordsman had once said similar words, and even more perfectly, giving Chen Jing an epiphany.