I'm really immortal

Liu Chang'an is the poorest person Zhu Juntang knows. The total amount of clothes, shoes and pants he wears seems to be less than a hundred yuan.

Poverty, disease, and war are the injustices in the world that humans least want to encounter.

Zhu Juntang had no intention of lamenting the gap between people. In fact, she was just curious about Liu Changan's choice. He refused her solicitation and still lived his poor life. She wanted to understand his thinking and life pursuits, so that she could She took the right medicine, provided him with more attractive conditions, and recruited him into her employ.

Everything in this world is a transaction, isn't it? It's just that some transactions are worth it, and some transactions can only result in dumb people eating coptis, or losing teeth and swallowing blood.

Liu Chang'an was reading his own book, and Zhu Juntang didn't care that he turned a blind eye to the beautiful fairy. Who said he was a fairy like an iron crutch?

"For an immortal person like you, logically speaking, any bowl you pick out should be an antique, used by a certain celebrity in history." Zhu Juntang said to himself, "I watched a Korean drama , in which the immortal alien male protagonist is called Professor Dou, that’s it. The heroine smashed his antique tableware, and he felt distressed, saying that it was used by so-and-so.”

Liu Changan couldn't help laughing when he heard it, "This film should be quite funny."

"This movie is funny, but what I just described...what's the point of your laughter?" Zhu Juntang didn't understand why Liu Changan was laughing.

"If I were to be immortal, or be a guest of Emperor Qin and Emperor Wu of Han, it wouldn't be difficult for me to become the emperor myself... Countless favored men of heaven, romantic figures, sit down and talk about Taoism, romance, and the world. Hundreds of years later, these People turn into dust, so I will miss the tableware at that time and keep it for my own use now?" Liu Changan looked at Zhu Juntang incomprehensibly, "Isn't this funny? Some people use this as their style, which makes it hard for me. Understand... What's more, if you go to a museum, the various artifacts unearthed hundreds of thousands of years ago are undoubtedly exquisite, but if it is true that modern craftsmanship cannot be copied or surpassed, there are very few, and at most some method has been lost. Now, it is difficult to make them exactly the same. It is not difficult to say that the quality is superior and the practicality is better. Why do I need these antiques to show my style and give up the better products brought by the progress of human scientific and technological civilization? "

"Another point is that many ancient artifacts are mixed with a lot of heavy metals and things that have been proven by modern science to be harmful to human health when they are produced... When used for eating and cooking, it affects the taste, do you understand?"

Zhu Juntang thought about it for a while. What Liu Changan said made sense, but why should everyone discuss the matter based on the facts? When you speak, don't you always look for a reason to refute it first, regardless of whether what others say makes sense?

"I'm just giving you an example! If you don't use antiques, you don't need antiques, but you are still very poor. How can an immortal person be as poor as you?" Zhu Juntang became more and more convinced that Liu Changan had super powers. His immortality is not to the extent that he has lived hundreds and thousands of years. That is, starting from his great-grandmother's generation, he still retains his youth... Otherwise, he would have lived for thousands of years, how could he be so poor? ? Just save some money and your life should be pretty good now.

"What's wrong with being poor? If you're poor, you have to eat your rice and flour?" Liu Changan turned the pages of the book indifferently, "I told you, that night on the roof, you and I were just talking nonsense and making up stories."

Zhu Juntang looked at Liu Changan suspiciously, wanting to believe what he said on the rooftop that day, wanting to believe his own analysis, and observing whether what he said now was half-truth or half-false, or completely perfunctory.

"It doesn't matter if you don't admit that you are immortal or have no superpowers, but at least tell me how you appeared on the roof of my house that day?" Zhu Juntang was still very curious about this. "In order not to attract attention, I didn't I went to check the surveillance, but recently, when my mother came to Junsha, I checked the surveillance again, and I couldn’t find your whereabouts under the camera at all.”

Liu Changan thought for a while, looked at Zhu Juntang uncertainly, and asked tentatively: "Maybe you are dreaming?"

"I dreamed about you for no reason? I didn't know you before that day. Who would dream about someone you don't know!" The elegant Zhu Juntang couldn't stand his serious perfunctory.

"That makes sense."

"you……"

Zhu Juntang was very angry. Liu Changan was the most perfunctory person to him, and he was also the most patient and polite person. However, he didn't take Zhu Juntang seriously at all. He bit his lip and showed two tiger teeth, "Liu Changan, do you believe it?" Don’t believe me if I bite you? Since you are immortal, maybe just like Tang Monk’s meat, a bite of your meat will make you immortal.”

"Which piece are you looking for? I'll wash it first and add some oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar to taste."

Of course Zhu Juntang would not really bite him. What kind of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar should be added? He obviously doesn't let in any oil or salt, and doesn't leak any water. The stones in the latrine are just as smelly and hard.

"Let me tell you one last thing..." Zhu Juntang thought for a while and calmed down. He wanted to be like the Fourth Young Master of the Warring States Period. He wanted to be courteous to the virtuous corporal and let the other party feel his greatest sincerity. "My mother came to Junsha From then on, Zhongqing reported everything she knew about you to my mother. My mother is as smart as me, but she doesn’t know your secrets like me, so she is just looking for your great-grandfather... Actually It’s you, but there is a mysterious old man on the surface, and she is looking for this mysterious old man.”

"Why didn't you tell your mother?" Liu Changan was curious about this.

"Everyone has secrets that cannot be told. Don't ask me so many questions. In short, my mother is not a beautiful, lovely and kind-hearted little fairy like me. If you can't keep the secret strictly, even if my great-grandmother can help you... your The trouble is not small, my mother is a very powerful and cruel person." Zhu Juntang said seriously.

"That's it."

"Are you particularly touched? I am so sincere to you."

"No."

Zhu Juntang was really at a loss with Liu Changan, but she did not give up. One day he would be moved. The so-called iron pestle ground into a needle, where is it now? Since the gods favor themselves so much and create such a beautiful and transcendent fairy, they will always give themselves more happiness and achievements.

"Last question." Zhu Juntang chuckled, "Are you really not planning to get engaged to Qin Yanan?"

"yes."

"Then do you have any prejudice against young and beautiful widows?" Zhu Juntang looked at Liu Changan expectantly.

Of course Liu Changan had no prejudice, but Zhu Juntang's look made Liu Changan feel that it was right to refuse to continue the conversation with her.

All kinds of requests.