Rebirth of the Innkeeper's Wife: She's Not to Be Messed With

Chapter 56, 1 year old

They looked at each other, seemingly waiting for the other to speak first and tell them what to do next.

However, after a long while, no one broke the silence, and the scene became somewhat awkward and unsettling.

Just then, Mu Yunna swayed over and looked curiously at Xu Yan's tea-making movements, saying with a grin, "Captain, you look so beautiful when you're making tea. The aroma of this tea must be irresistible."

Xu Yan didn't even lift her eyelids, pretending not to hear, and continued making tea.

After treating his colleague Xiao Li's injuries, Xiao Yichen came over and joked, "Captain's tea-making skills are probably going to be lost. We roughnecks can't learn them."

Everyone burst into laughter, and the somewhat awkward atmosphere immediately eased considerably.

I stretched and said lazily, "Xu Yan, you have to pour me a few more cups after you've finished brewing this, to help me relax." Xu Yan smiled and agreed.

Suddenly, a melodious flute tune drifted from outside the door, its sound gentle and ethereal.

Everyone was stunned. Xiao Yichen's eyes lit up, and he ran towards the door first, shouting as he ran, "This flute music is so beautiful! Come on, let's all go and take a look."

Seeing this, the others also stood up and followed him outside.

A young man dressed in white stood outside the door playing the flute, surrounded by a faint halo of light. He was extremely handsome.

Xiao Yichen asked excitedly, "Who are you? Why are you playing the flute here?"

The boy slowly put down his flute, glanced at the crowd, and said softly, "I'm waiting for someone. This is the only way we can get here."

Mu Yao asked with a stern face, "Who are you waiting for?"

The young man's gaze fell on her, and he paused for a moment before smiling and saying, "Waiting for the right person."

Mu Yunna scrutinized the boy from head to toe, then, as if struck by a sudden thought, she chuckled and teased, "Is this a new way to strike up a conversation? Who among us is your destined one?" She then looked around at the people around her.

The onlookers were now looking the boy up and down, curious about what he was going to do.

Just when we thought the boy might get angry, he simply glanced at Mu Yunna and said nothing.

Xu Yan felt the atmosphere around her was strange, and thought that she still had to go back to make tea! She finally had a chance to rest for a while, and it was a waste of time to stay here.

He then stepped forward, feigned politeness, and returned to the inn. "Playing the flute here, the person you're waiting for must be extraordinary. I wonder if we can be of any help?"

The boy gently shook his head. "You can't help. But it's fate that we met, so I can tell you a story." The crowd gathered around curiously.

The boy looked up at the horizon and slowly began to speak, “Once upon a time, there was a sect of immortal cultivators, and in the sect lived a pair of childhood sweethearts. The girl was kind and innocent, and the boy was exceptionally intelligent.”

However, a great battle broke out, and the girl was seriously injured while protecting the boy. Her soul was forced to reincarnate. After searching in vain, the boy left sensing arrays all over the world, which would be triggered whenever the girl got close.

And I was entrusted by that boy to wait here, so that when a destined person appears, I can bring them to his side.”

Mu Yunna's large, bright eyes widened as if they were copper bells. With an exaggerated expression, she clapped her hands and said disdainfully, "Wow! Isn't this blatant kidnapping? And who would believe your nonsense!"

Mu Yao, standing to the side, frowned slightly, looking suspicious.

She parted her lips slightly and said slowly, "Why are you so sure that this person is hiding among us? Is it just based on this one clue? I don't think it's that simple." As she spoke, her beautiful eyes began to scan the surrounding crowd, as if trying to find some clues.

The boy smiled mysteriously, "Because my flute has a special ability. When it is played, it can resonate with the formation, and the person who resonated the strongest just now is among you."

Everyone looked at each other, wondering if it was them. The young man then looked at Wen Xingyu and said, "Young lady, I feel that the power of resonance is most closely connected with you."

Wen Xingyu glanced at the boy, pointed at herself with a hint of surprise, and said, "Me? Impossible. I'd believe you if you were trying to chat me up, but you saying I'm a destined person? You're more like saying snow is falling in July!"

After saying that, she continued, "Besides... anyone can lie. Do you think I'm easy to fool?" As Wen Xingyu said this, she stared at the boy, thinking to herself that it was another day of being deceived by appearances.

The young man approached Wen Xingyu and carefully examined her. "Sometimes fate is just so strange. You can question what I'm saying, but you really did have an extraordinary identity in your past life."

Wen Xingyu, without glancing to the side, admired her newly done manicure and said in a deep voice, "There must be a mistake. Maybe your flute is malfunctioning. Besides, do you think I would believe your nonsense?"

The boy shook his head slightly and said urgently, "It can't be wrong. If you don't believe me, you can come with me to see the man who has been waiting so patiently, and the truth will come out."

Wen Xingyu crossed her arms and scoffed, "I have a lot of things to do and don't have time to play this kind of ridiculous game with you."

The boy looked troubled and wanted to persuade her again, but Wen Xingyu turned around and went back to the inn.

Seeing this, the others also turned and left. As soon as they entered the room, they saw Huan Yuechu lying leisurely on the rocking chair, gently rocking back and forth. She looked extremely comfortable.

Seeing this, the straightforward Chongyang could no longer suppress her curiosity and quickly stepped forward to ask, "Sister Yuechu, it's so lively outside, why don't you go and join in the fun!"

Hearing this, Huan Yuechu didn't even lift her eyelids, but replied slowly, "Sigh, people get old and always get sleepy. What's there to see? You can tell me when you get back." After saying that, she nodded seriously.

However, these words instantly petrified everyone present, as if a flock of crows were cawing overhead, leaving them speechless.

Everyone looked at each other, wondering to themselves, "We're all young people in our twenties, how can we be considered old?"

Just then, the audacious Chongyang, oblivious to the danger, continued to press on, "Sister Yuechu, how old are you!"

Before he finished speaking, his companions all gave him a thumbs up, their eyes filled with admiration mixed with a hint of worry—this guy really has a death wish, daring to ask such a question!

Huan Yuechu's lips curled up slightly as she glanced at Chongyang with a half-smile, and slowly said, "Since you're so eager to know, I might as well tell you. I'm already over a thousand years old."

Everyone was so shocked by what they heard that their eyes widened and their mouths gaped open.

Chongyang scratched his head in disbelief, "Sister Yuechu, you must be joking. You look about the same age as us, it's not as exaggerated as you say."

Huan Yuechu sat up straight and stretched. "Who has time to joke with you? The world is very complicated. There are quite a few people like me who have the skills to preserve their youth."

The crowd gathered around, their eyes filled with curiosity and doubt.

Huan Yuechu continued, "Actually, as long as you master some special methods, maintaining youth is not difficult, but it also comes at a price."

Everyone asked in unison, "What's the price?"