[1800-Year-old retired boss was forced to re-employ in the city]
They say it's nice to live in seclusion in the city, but Lu Wangchen just wants to be miserable. As an immortal who has lived for eighteen centuries, he has read all the prosperous things. Now he just wants to stay in the small shop "Ji Zhai", play with the black cat Xuan Mo, repair ancient books, and brew a pot of Wangyou tea.
But the tree wants to be still but the wind doesn't stop. The girl next door had a family heirloom taken away from her, and the dead orchids contained the evil spirit of the Tang Dynasty; the young master of the Guwu family kicked down the door, laughing at him for daring to meddle in his own business; there was an undercurrent in the underground auction, and a thousand-year-old relic was auctioned off as rubbish...
Lu Wangchen sighed and put down the tea cup. He really didn't want to take action, after all, he had long lost interest in fighting and killing. But why do some people always insist on forcing an old guy who has seen Wang Wei's paintings, listened to Li Bai's poems, and drank with Su Shi to talk about "principles" again?
So, when the ancient martial arts master mocked him for knowing only health-preserving Tai Chi, he removed the opponent's joints all over with a "cloud hand" move.
When the evil cultivator laid down the centuries-old evil formation, he stepped on the ancient immortal-killing formation with his square dance steps.
When the extraordinary people outside the country clamored for a sky-high price and asked him to hand over the secret of immortality, Lu Wangchen just smiled at the black cat at his feet: "Xuan Mo, extra dinner tonight."
He slowly put on the pair of old-looking flat glasses, and the gaze behind the lenses traveled through thousands of years, as calm as an abyss:
"I just wanted to retire quietly."
I repeat myself every time I write.