Chapter 413 Another Jade Slip

Seeing the store's indifference, Zhang Xiaohua didn't take it to heart and asked, "I remember there seemed to be a weapons shop selling swords here five years ago. Why can't I find it now?"

"Huh?" The fat and fair shopkeeper was surprised and said: "There was indeed a weapons shop here five years ago. Have you been here? Do you have anything to do with the blacksmith?"

When Zhang Xiaohua heard this, she was overjoyed and said, "May I ask, where is the blacksmith now?"

The fat shopkeeper sighed and said: "To be honest with you, my shop was originally a weapons shop back in the day. It's a pity that these days, those who are skilled in killing pigs and selling vegetables are not as good as us. Although the blacksmith's skills are good, they just don't have the skills." People know that the business of this weapons shop has always been bleak. Three years ago, he really couldn't do it anymore and he didn't want to make farm tools, so he had to sell the store to me."

"What happened next?" Zhang Xiaohua was just concerned about the whereabouts of the blacksmith.

"Later?" The fat and white shopkeeper said a little sadly, "The blacksmith can be considered a talent. He was exhausted from working for a long time. When he wanted to make a living in a foreign land, he had no extra energy, so he had to stay here to survive. , Alas, I got some money from selling the shop, so I spent all my time drinking. Last year, he got very drunk and slept outside. A heavy snowfall froze him to death."

"Ah?" Zhang Xiaohua was stunned and said, "Last year, wasn't it just a month ago?"

"Yes, what's the matter?" the shopkeeper asked, "You are looking for him now. Could it be that he is some relative of his?"

Zhang Xiaohua smiled bitterly: "This guy's power of association is really rich."

Said: "No, I just have something to ask him."

"What's the matter? What happened five years ago, are you coming to ask him now?" For a moment, the fat and white shopkeeper's gossip was raised high, and he said curiously: "Young man, what is the matter? The blacksmith and I have been friends for more than ten years, and I know many things about him, including him and the Zhenxi Widow..."

Having said this, he seemed to have let something slip. He quickly looked around and said, "I know many things about him, especially his privacy. If you are his son who is looking for a relative, I can give you a certificate. He is still outside the town." There is a third of an acre of land that no one is taking care of, so I can help you with this!"

"Wow~ Who are these people?" Zhang Xiaohua sweated for a while and waved her hands: "It's nothing, shopkeeper, I don't know this blacksmith. I just asked him some technical questions. If he is gone, forget about it."

"No." The store owner stretched out his hand to hold Zhang Xiaohua and said, "Young man, there is nothing to be shy about. If you have something to say, just say it. Why bother talking about technical issues? Tell me, where did you find it?"

Zhang Xiaohua originally didn't want to tell the shop owner about Xiao Jian, but seeing how enthusiastic this guy was, if he didn't explain the matter clearly, he might even be labeled as "something", so he was very worried. He reluctantly took out the small sword from his arms and said: "It's nothing. It's just that I passed through this town with my uncle five years ago and bought a long sword from his weapons shop..."

Before he could finish speaking, the shopkeeper hurriedly waved his hand and said: "It's been five years. I don't care about returning the things the blacksmith sold. Besides, I don't know where he put those old swords. You are still dead." Take a heart."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, his eyes caught sight of Zhang Xiaohua's small sword, and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Huh?" He stretched out his hand and said, "Can you let me have a look?"

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaohua handed over the small sword.

The shopkeeper looked left and right, smiled, and said: "You young man, you are not young yet, and you are still telling lies. Don't try to deceive me. I know your sword well. I gave it to him in the first place." It was sold on consignment in the store. The blacksmith told me that he bought one and got one free. He didn’t charge any money at all. If you want to return it now and exchange it for a long sword, there is no way!!!”

The shopkeeper was right. He seemed to have caught Zhang Xiaohua's trap, and he was very proud of it.

After Zhang Xiaohua heard this,

That was the real joy. He quickly took the small sword and said with a smile: "This uncle misunderstood. I haven't finished what I said yet. How can I return it? I was just young and used this small sword as a toy. I have been playing with this for several years and I already like it very much. However, I have a cousin who is just growing up in the family and actually likes this little sword. He insists on it. I don’t want to bear the pain of giving it up, so I just passed by the town today and thought of it. The weapons store is here to find one."

"Since this little sword-style uncle's thing is there, are there any other similar things?"

"This?" When the store owner heard this, he was a little embarrassed. Seeing this, Zhang Xiaohua quickly took out a few copper coins from his arms, put them on the counter, and said with a smile: "They are just children's toys. If you still have them, take them out. , I can’t get it for nothing this time.”

When the shopkeeper saw the copper coins, he immediately smiled on his face, but there was still a trace of reluctance. He said, "Your Majesty, you must be disappointed. This thing is not made by myself, but picked up from outside."

Zhang Xiaohua smiled, pushed the coins over, and said, "It doesn't matter, just tell me the news about the little sword."

The shopkeeper's big white hands picked up the copper coins very dexterously and shouted loudly: "Xiaosan, come here for me."

The fat, white young man who was collecting pork from afar came over and said in a naive voice: "What's the matter? Daddy."

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaohua quickly handed over the small sword again. The shopkeeper took it, put it in front of the mistress and asked, "Look at this small sword. Did you pick it up when you went up the mountain to play eight or nine years ago?"

The young man took it, looked at it carefully, and said with great effort, "Dad, it's been many years, who still remembers it clearly?"

The shopkeeper looked full of hatred that iron could not become steel, and scolded: "Why don't you remember? I clearly remember that you picked it up, so I sent it to the blacksmith and asked him to sell it on my behalf."

The young man scratched his head and said, "Maybe. But daddy, I really can't remember it."

"You!" Seeing his son returning the small sword, the store owner felt a little embarrassed. He returned the small sword to Zhang Xiaohua. Just as he was about to speak, Zhang Xiaohua asked first: "Xiao San, I want to ask you, when you were a child, Where do you usually play?”

Xiao San scratched his head again and said, "There are lots of fun places around the town. I've been to almost all of them."

Zhang Xiaohua was speechless. This guy is really not naughty, but why has he changed so much now? No naughty cleverness at all?

At this time, Xiao San suddenly stopped scratching his head. He seemed to have thought of something and said, "Oh, I seem to remember it. This little sword seems to have been found when I was picking out bird eggs when I was a child. It even cut my hand." , a lot of blood was shed!”

The store owner smiled and scolded: "When you were a child, you must be thirteen or fourteen years old, and you can jump up and down and climb trees."

Zhang Xiaohua said nervously: "Then do you still remember where you picked up the bird eggs?"

"Of course I remember, it's the big locust tree in the west corner of the bald mountain in the south of the town. Ever since I cut my hand that time, I never dared to climb that tree again."

"That's it," Zhang Xiaohua said thoughtfully after hearing this.

Seeing this, the store owner quickly said: "Well, young man, where do you live? When it gets dark tomorrow, just ask the mistress to take you over and have a look. Maybe you can pick one up? Children are also idle when they are idle. , just give me some pocket money tomorrow."

After hearing this, Zhang Xiaohua waved her hands and said: "No, uncle, I just came here to try my luck. If it doesn't happen, forget it. At worst, I will buy it for him elsewhere. I really don't dare to trouble you. "

After saying that, he thanked her and left the store.

The little sword is an immortal weapon, and there might be other immortal objects beside it. How could Zhang Xiaohua ask others to look for it together? After leaving the butcher shop, Zhang Xiaohua saw that it was still very early, so she used Qing Kung Fu and headed south.

When they reached the south of the town, Zhang Xiaohua cautiously inquired with the locals before setting off again. As he rushed forward, he used his spiritual consciousness to watch. After a while, his spiritual consciousness found the bald mountain that Xiaosan mentioned. Moreover, the big locust tree is still alive.

However, to Zhang Xiaohua's disappointment, there was no fluctuation of vitality in his consciousness.

Zhang Xiaohua hesitated whether to go or not.

However, the feeling of entering Baoshan and returning empty-handed made him a little unwilling. After thinking about it for a while, he still chose to go there.

This is a very ordinary bare mountain with no trees, only some snow, and the large locust tree next to it is also full of snow.

Arriving under the big locust tree, Zhang Xiaohua sat cross-legged, completely letting go of her consciousness, and searched carefully around her, bit by bit. After about a meal, she suddenly saw Zhang Xiaohua's figure. As soon as he moved, he used Earth Escape to reach the foot of the hillside on the other side of Bald Mountain. There was a small flowing river here, and the water was gurgling.

Zhang Xiaohua did not hesitate and walked to an unusually dark place by the river. There were many dead branches and shrubs such as thorns. Zhang Xiaohua released the flying sword. After a while, a large gap was cleared. I saw him walking over, squatting down on the side of the river bank, picking up his small sword and digging around. After a while, he dug out a bunch of messy things from the soil. Zhang Xiaohua didn't mind it being dirty, so he dug it out from his arms. He took out a handkerchief, wrapped up all the things he dug out, and carefully put them into his arms. Then he stood up with satisfaction, used Qing Kung Fu and ran towards the brightly lit town.

When they returned to the inn, Nie Qianyu and Xiao Juzi had already gone to bed. Zhang Xiaohua returned to his room, fetched water and washed the contents of the handkerchief one by one, then put it on the table and looked at it carefully.

These are several pale white jade slips and a green jade ring. However, except for one of them that still has a weak fluctuation of vitality, the others are no different from ordinary jade. Zhang Xiaohua picked up the pale white jade ring with fluctuations. The jade slip infiltrated his spiritual consciousness, and when he saw the writing inside, he couldn't help but feel happy!

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