Meng Ziqiu woke up, but when he saw the scene before him, he was almost devastated.

Imagine this: he was about to die, and then he was saved by some unknown little zombie, and then... the little zombie disappeared, and now he's clinging to the back of a grown man, and then—he's flying in the sky!!!

"Hey, what are you swaying for? You'll fall down if you do."

Meng Ziqiu stopped moving, because he recognized the voice all too well. It was that little zongzi! Now, the big zongzi had turned into a small zongzi, and the small zongzi had turned back into a big zongzi. My god, what on earth is this thing? Can it change size at will?!

"Who exactly are you...?" As soon as he opened his mouth, Meng Ziqiu was 'fed' several mouthfuls of snow by the oncoming wind, making him shiver from the cold.

"You still have the energy to ask who I am? You're quite something." The person who spoke laughed.

Upon hearing this, Meng Ziqiu fell silent. To put it bluntly, this man had saved his life, and even if he had other motives, there was nothing he could do. As the saying goes, if you can't resist, then accept it. With that thought, he decided to give up, leaning against the man's back to find a more comfortable angle, burying his head in his hands, and ignoring everything else.

Seeing that the people behind him had quieted down, Xu Qian smiled and quickened his pace down the mountain.

And so, an unknown amount of time passed.

Meng Ziqiu woke up again because he was hungry, or more accurately, because he was lured awake by the smell of fried rice.

He remained lying face down on the bed, opened one eye to the side, and looked around. It was the guesthouse at the foot of the mountain. When he looked up again, he saw the zongzi sitting at the table with three large bowls on it. The smell was coming from there.

Wait, wait—how could you put chili peppers in fried rice?! Wouldn't it be better with some scallions?! How could you do that?!

Just as Meng Ziqiu was preoccupied with how to add chili peppers to fried rice, Xu Qian turned his gaze and stared straight at him. It was at this moment that Meng Ziqiu finally saw what this person looked like.

Well……

How should I describe it...?

It's roughly like this...

Ah, the skulls of ancient zongzi haven't changed much, have they? They're actually quite handsome...

Of course, it's unrealistic to expect Meng Ziqiu to use more words to describe it, since his abilities are limited. However, if he can say it's beautiful, then it truly is beautiful.

Xu Qian finished the last two bites of fried rice in his bowl, picked up the Wanhua weapon with the bamboo flute design imprinted on it from the table, and walked step by step to the bedside. He asked in a relaxed tone, "Hey, let me ask you something. Who's in charge of your Qi Sanzhi now?"

Meng Ziqiu was taken aback, somewhat confused. What was Qi Sanzhi?

Xu Qian looked at the faction under his name and was certain that it was Qi Sanzhi. Thinking that he was just being cautious, he added, "Minister Meng, Qi Sanzhi."

Meng Ziqiu was completely dumbfounded. He didn't understand Qi Sanzhi or anything like that, but he did know Meng Zhongtang. That was the name at the top of his family's ancestral hall. "You...you...who exactly are you?"

Xu Qian didn't intend to hide it from him, after all, he urgently needed someone useful right now, and said with a smile, "I am Meng Zhongtang's junior brother, which means that you led a few groups of people to raid the lair of your ancestor's junior brother."

"..." Meng Ziqiu, who was already very agitated just from hearing the first part, became even more agitated upon hearing the second half of his sentence.

After Xu Qian finished speaking, he stopped talking and looked at the person in front of him with great interest. He wanted to hear how this person would explain it, probably out of a perverse sense of humor.

Meng Ziqiu was so anxious that he racked his brains for a while, and finally came to a conclusion that was not really a conclusion—this little darling was one of their own.

"Grandmaster, this, this is really a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding! I didn't bring those people up there. I entered your... your tomb chamber to save my brother. He was forced, and so was I. It was really not intentional... to kick into your tomb chamber."

Xu Qian pulled up a chair and sat down next to the unfortunate junior, making a show of eager anticipation—a perfect example of a gossipmonger.

"..." Meng Ziqiu, who suddenly felt very familiar.

Finally, through Meng Ziqiu's combination of popular science explanations and complaints, Xu Qian gained a new understanding of the world at present.

Simply put, this world is somewhat similar to the 21st century before he transmigrated. In short, there are no immortals or heroes. The average human lifespan is around seventy years, but seventy years is far from enough for some greedy people. This scene has been seen countless times throughout history. They all pursue the same unattainable thing—immortality.

Then, from who knows where, they got the news that there were clues about immortality on Chang'ai Mountain, so they found the guardian of Chang'ai Mountain—Meng.

Then, the Meng family brought him in to dig up the grave.

Xu Qian's lips twitched. He felt the story was a bit cliché, but then he thought about it again and realized it was quite reasonable.

After Meng Ziqiu finished speaking, he stole a glance at Xu Qian. Actually, he didn't believe in these things before entering the tomb, but now, with this living example right in front of him, he really had no choice but to believe it. It was truly unbelievable that his ancestors were cultivators. In other words, the stories his grandfather told him when he was a child were true?!

"And what about your brother?" Xu Qian asked him.

Meng Ziqiu then remembered his younger brother and hurriedly said, "Oh dear! Grandmaster! Help! My brother is still in the hands of those people!"

Xu Qian stroked his chin, opened the bounty list, and saw that there were six days left for the bounty, or rather, five days excluding today.

"What's your brother's name?" Xu Qian asked him.

“Meng Liangchen, Liang as in good, Chen as in time,” Meng Ziqiu hurriedly said.

"Hey, Liangchen, what a nice name." Xu Qian remembered Ye Liangchen's joke.

"Hehe, my grandpa named it." Meng Ziqiu didn't know what he was laughing at, so he could only smile in return.

Xu Qian added this person as a friend and started searching patiently from the number 1. Finally, at the number 9, he found his brother's face. The profile picture was still lit up, proving that he was still alive.

"You have a bandage on your chin, right?" he asked Meng Ziqiu.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's from the kowtow!" Meng Ziqiu's eyes lit up. "We've found our ancestral master?"

Xu Qian didn't reply directly, but said, "You have an injury on your back, so rest for the night and set off tomorrow."

"Alright!" Meng Ziqiu suppressed his excitement. If he weren't really unable to get up, he would have loved to kowtow to his ancestral master several times!

"Rest first," Xu Qian said, glancing at his wallet by the bedside. He smiled and said, "I'll lend you some money so I can get you some medicine."

Meng Ziqiu understood immediately and handed over his wallet: "Grandmaster, there's no need to borrow. Please take it. If it's not enough, I have a card. The password is 051219."

"Let's change the way we address each other, it's too uncomfortable."

"Then, big brother?"

Xu Qian frowned, somewhat dissatisfied, but couldn't think of anything suitable for the moment. Oh well, he'd just have to make do with this.

"Alright, I'm going out for a bit. Don't open the door until I'm back," he said, getting up.

"Alright, brother!"

Xu Qian paused, said nothing, opened the door, and went out.

After leaving the guesthouse, Xu Qian took advantage of the darkness and used his superior lightness skill to rush towards the nearest town.

Twenty minutes later, the glass door of a shop called [Fashion Quick Cut] was pushed open, and a young man dressed in black clothes, black pants, and a black hat walked in.

"Hey, hurry up and close the door, the wind is blowing hard."

The young man chuckled and said, "Boss, how fast is your quick haircut?"

The boss laughed, took two deep drags on his cigarette, and said, "That depends on how you want it cut."

The young man, who was Xu Qian's alias "Hua Ge," took off his hat and asked the shopkeeper, "Can it be done in five minutes?"

"Sure! Why not! Hey... handsome young man, you've been growing your hair for quite a while!" The boss patted the chair in front of him, gesturing for him to come and sit down.

"Hey, I was naive before and left it out carelessly. You can decide what to do with it, just cut it neatly."

"Oh, did you break up with your boyfriend?" The boss was surprised to see that his hair was so good. He had never seen such good hair before, and he really felt it was a pity to cut it like that.

Xu Qian raised an eyebrow but did not refute.

"Come on, come on, let's cut away all our troubles, the next one will be even better!"

"Then I must accept your kind words." The young man smiled.

The boss quickly wet his hair, then picked up the scissors and started cutting. His movements were incredibly fast and steady, and at the same time, he didn't forget to chat with him.

"You're from out of town, aren't you, handsome young man?"

"You figured that out already?"

"Of course, we don't have anyone that handsome in our town."

Haha~

Are you here for tourism?

I guess so.

"Here in our area, winter is the liveliest time, you know..."

...

The two chatted for a while, and when they checked the time, it was exactly five minutes.

Xu Qian looked at his refreshed self in the mirror and was quite satisfied. He could finally say goodbye to the past. No matter how nice the school uniform was, it couldn't compare to how comfortable he was wearing now!

"How's that? Feeling energetic?" the boss said with a cheerful smile.

“That’s definitely enough!” Xu Qian pulled out the largest denomination bill. “Thanks, boss. I’ll come back to you for a haircut next time I’m in Changshai Mountain.”

"Okay! I'll give you a 20% discount next time you come!" The shopkeeper quickly handed over the change.

Xu Qian got up, put on his hat, and was about to leave when the shopkeeper spoke again just as he opened the door to go out.

"Young man, have a great time at Chang'ai Mountain."

Xu Qian stopped and turned back to smile at the shop owner.

Yes, it will.