Tu Shansi smiled charmingly and charmingly: "...I have seen it on TV, didn't Master Wen watch TV?"

Wen Yinuo also smiled, "I don't watch TV much after I was ten years old. It seems that Mr. Tu rarely returns to China, right? Now the Chinese people are middle-aged and elderly people watching TV series."

Tu Shansi's smile was a little stiff.

The saying "middle-aged and elderly people" was heartbreaking again.

Mr. Zhuge saw that Wen Yinuo was talking, the demonic energy pointer on his compass was almost shaking off, and he became more and more shocked.

He really didn't believe that Wen Yinuo was "not a human", but how did he explain this compass?

Could it be broken again???

Seeing Mr. Zhuge constantly fiddling with his compass, he didn't even know that breakfast was brought over.

"Master Zhuge, please have breakfast." The gray-haired butler smiled and bowed down, and said loudly in Mr. Zhuge's ear.

Bang!

A ball of black smoke emerged from the compass in Mr. Zhuge's hand, and then it broke again.

He looked up suddenly, looked at Wen Yino with a smirk, and pointed at her and his hands were trembling: "You, you... did you break my compass?!"

The evil spirit is too strong, and the compass can't hold on anymore.

Wen Yinuo raised his eyebrows, picked up the spoon and started eating lean meat porridge, swallowed, and said disapprovingly: "Your demon-catching talisman didn't respond. Where did I get the demon-funny energy to destroy your compass? You should ask an expert to practice it well. Has the demon-funny pointer failed?"

This is not impossible either.

Nowadays, fewer and fewer masters can make these magical instruments, because making these magical instruments requires not only skill, but also advanced Taoism.

The higher the Taoist Dharma, the more powerful the magic weapon you make.

And now who has a skill will be bored by Taoist magic tools?

They all went to the outside world to earn money.

Mr. Zhuge's previous compass was passed down from his master. It has a history of hundreds of years and is indeed a good thing.

But since the last time I discovered that the lucky person was terrified, I can no longer use it.

Even if you practice, you can't practice it.

So he found someone to make a new compass according to that.

It looks the same function, but the effect is still far inferior.

Mr. Zhuge looked at Wen Yinuo in confusion, then looked at his compass, "...has it really failed?"

"It basically failed. If it thought I was a monster." Wen Yinuo picked up the bun and took a bite, and felt that the meat was extremely delicious, and it was more delicious than the meat buns she had before.

"Mr. Tu, this is a bun with pork stuffing? Why is it so fresh!" Wen Yinuo praised.

Tu Shansi's smile calmed down, "It's pork stuffing, with a little fresh seasoning, so it tastes good."

"It's not just good, I just want to swallow my tongue!" Wen Yinuo ate three in one breath, "If it can be made into raw fried and then served with raw rolled fish porridge, it will be even better."

"Old Hui, remember, right? Make raw rolled fish fillet porridge and fried rice tomorrow." Mr. Tu said to the butler with a smile.

Lao Hui nodded, "Remember, I'll sit on the raw fish fillet porridge and fried rice tomorrow."

Mr. Zhuge finished his breakfast in a depressed mood and went back to his room to continue fiddling with his compass.

Although this compass is not very accurate, it is also a magic weapon that he spent a lot of money. If there is really a problem with the magic weapon, he has to ask the person to refund the money.

When Mr. Zhuge returned to the room, he started calling the man for video.

The man looked at the broken demonic energy pointer and his eyes were almost glaring out, "This is impossible! I obviously did it according to your compass that had been for hundreds of years! Unless your old compass is not accurate!"

"Why is my old compass not accurate?! My master even used it to catch the big monster!" Mr. Zhuge was very dissatisfied. This was a challenge to his dignity and a challenge to the authority of the Taoist sect.

The man's arrogance was suppressed, and he scratched his head and said, "Then I don't understand. It should be very accurate... Have you encountered some big monsters? If it is stronger than the big monsters your master met back then, it is possible that it can't stand it."

Mr. Zhuge remembered Wen Yinuo's little thing and shook his head, "No, you probably got it wrong. I'm going to find a courier now to send it to you. You can fix it for me quickly and then send it back by courier. Don't delay my competition."

The man nodded quickly: "Okay! Our price originally included free after-sales service."

...

In the restaurant, Wen Yinuo finished breakfast and went to the terrace with Tu Shansi to sit and have tea and chat, waiting for Xiao Yiyuan and Mrs. Fu to get up.

The two sat in the morning light, watching the blue ridge in the distance dyed inch by the morning glow into bright crabapple colors, and strands of white clouds floated halfway up the mountain.

"It should be that the fairy was drunk and crushed the white clouds. The poet Li Baicheng would not bully me. - The scenery here is so beautiful." Wen Yinuo sighed, lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

Tu Shansi shrugged, "I have been watching the scenery here for many years and I am no longer amazed, but I know that people who see the scenery here for the first time will be shocked."

Wen Yinuo held the green secret porcelain tea cup of Qianfeng in his hand, and while admiring the tea cups like artworks, he felt that his living habits seemed to have been regressed for hundreds of years, returning to the ancient times when only a very small number of people could enjoy flowers and tea.

That era required the hard work of the vast majority of people to support these very few people to live a life of "no matter how hard they are," and "no matter how hard they are."

This is a sign of low productivity.

She didn't feel romantic or beautiful at all.

Wen Yinuo put down the teacup, remembered the scene he saw in the corridor last night, and asked quietly: "Mr. Tu, your mansion here was born, where are your father and mother in this life?"

"...all passed away." Tu Shansi sighed, "I have passed away for a long time."

Wen Yinuo: “…”

"When they passed away, how old were you?"

"...I'm only about ten years old, I'm still a minor." Tu Shansi looked at her with a smile, "What do Master Wen want to ask?"

"Who is your guardian?" Wen Yinuo beat around the bush, wondering if the situation he saw last night had anything to do with Tu Shansi.

"I have no guardian. After my parents passed away, I was a tutor, housekeeper, nanny, lawyer and family doctor to take care of me." Tu Shansi took a sip of tea, "They are just like my relatives."

"...But according to the law here, if the parents die and the children are still underage, they must have a guardian and be sent to an orphanage or adopted by a dependent family. How did you make the exception?" Wen Yinuo asked bluntly.

Tu Shansi remained silent, thinking quickly in her mind, and said slowly: "...Law is law, but not all places will follow the law. For example, here, decades ago, orphanages were not necessary, otherwise how could there be so many wanderers on the streets in the city?"

Wen Yinuo: “…”

This is true. In those years of the last century, there were not only many homeless children, but also beggars and adult homeless people.

Foreign governments only drove them to some residential areas and did not force underage homeless children to go to orphanages.

If you are a rich minor and have a house and a housekeeper, you are likely to live in your own home.

Although Tu Shansi's parents passed away, they left him a security system. For example, a lawyer can help Tu Shansi sign various legal documents before he becomes an adult, and the family doctor ensures his health.

The housekeeper and the nanny were responsible for taking care of his daily life.

There is also a tutor in charge of his studies.

Wen Yinuo asked curiously: "Then are you going to school too? Or are you taught separately by a tutor at home?"

"Of course I go to school, and the tutor is just acting as a parent's responsibilities. When parents need to come forward, they will attend on behalf of my parents." Tu Shansi picked up a cigar and asked Wen Yinuo: "...Is that OK?"

Wen Yinuo didn't like to smoke second-hand smoke, but now she was outdoors and at other people's homes. She noticed that she was sitting at the upper vent, and the wind was blowing towards Tu Shansi, so she nodded, "Please give me your wish."

Tu Shansi handled the cigar for herself, put it in her pipe and lit it, and took a deep breath.

His face was hidden in the rising cigar smoke.

"...This is many years ago. When my parents passed away, I remembered the memories of the previous two lives and started looking for her, but I never found it."

Wen Yinuo thought intently, wondering if his direction was wrong.

At this moment, the sunlight in front of me seemed to be stronger, and even the weather became hotter. Wen Yinuo narrowed his eyes and found that his position had changed again.

Instead of sitting outside the dining room, she stood on the edge of the lawn.

She was still wearing the maid outfit in white clothes and black pants, but the belt around her waist was still her soft whip and black rider.

But the Black Rider did not get hot, which means she did not step into the torrent of time, neither went back to the past nor went to the future.

And this is not black magic either.

Wen Yinuo was a little disappointed.

Since she experienced that same experience as a fantasy last night, she decided to keep the soft whip black rider with her.

But the "Black Rider" doesn't work.

She raised her head and looked around.

What was better than last night was that she could see a wider range and could see clearly those around her.

Unlike last night, she seemed to be covered with a layer of veil, and she could only see the male servant holding the firecrackers clearly.

Looking back at this time, the middle-aged male servant looked familiar, who did he look like?

She thought, and just as unexpectedly, she saw the middle-aged male servant again.

However, this time he did not hold firecrackers in his hand, but followed several male servants and carried a large wooden slide.

The slide is made into the shape of a gray elephant, and dragged down with a long nose to allow the child to slide down from above.

Wen Yinuo narrowed his eyes and saw clearly that the man looked like Mr. Zhuge.

But the expression on his face was a little dull, not as smart as Mr. Zhuge himself.
To be continued...