"The Zhao family's Black Iron Order!" Chen Fugui was shocked, "You...how do you have this thing?"
The Zhao family's Black Iron Order is a token that only belongs to the core members of the Zhao family and direct blood relatives. This token is not only a magic weapon containing attack and defense, but also a symbol of identity. In the Zhao family, a large family with hundreds of thousands of members, there are no more than a hundred such brands.
For example, if Yang Zhen meets Chen Fugui on the road with this sign on her body, Chen Fugui must step aside, otherwise it will be a provocation to the Zhao family.
How could such an important thing be on this little baby of the Yang family? What is his relationship with the Zhao family?
As for the claim that this brand was picked up or stolen by Yang Zhen, he wouldn't believe it even to death. Every piece of Xuantie Token belonging to the Zhao family has its identity recorded. If it is lost, the Zhao family will find it soon.
Chen Fugui was shocked and doubtful, and his face was even more uncertain. If he had some bad intentions before, now he doesn't dare to use them at all.
Yang Zhen took out the token after some thought. Grandma once said that with this brand, no one in Shuyang County would dare to bully her. Then if he shows this sign, there are only two possible outcomes.
Either Chen Fugui stops and the two parties reconcile. Either Chen Fugui kills him and silences him.
On the contrary, if he didn't take out this thing, Chen Fugui would definitely continue to force him under suspicion. Once he really used more violent means to hurt him and Tie Zhu, the conflict between the two parties would completely intensify and they would fight to the death. At that time, if I take out the nameplate of the Zhao family, I am afraid that I will only be able to force Chen Fugui to kill someone and silence him.
"How do you have this thing? Where did it come from?" Chen Fugui asked again. He would never dare to act rashly until he understood the question.
"Where did it come from? Someone gave it to me!" Yang Zhenyun replied calmly. Seeing Chen Fugui's appearance, he felt relieved.
"Who, who gave it to you?"
Yang Zhen didn't answer, and glanced at him lazily, with a half-smile on her face.
"Okay!" Chen Fugui knew that he couldn't ask any more questions. Yang Zhen answered so confidently that there should be no problem with the origin of this nameplate. In this case, the doll in front of him is not something he can handle casually.
But why did the Zhao family give this boy a token? The more Chen Fugui thought about it, the weirder he felt. He knew this baby well. There was nothing special about him or his mother, so how could he get so much attention from the Zhao family?
If you really value it so much, why would you live in such a shabby place?
Could it be that...his mother really took something extraordinary from the Zhu family, and the Zhao family was behind all of this?
The more Chen Fugui thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. He even thought that the baby was still nesting in this Taoist temple, maybe it was arranged by the Zhao family, and he was catching some big fish! And he, a little shrimp, rushed in recklessly, just in case he ruined the Zhao family's affairs, or let the Zhao family know...
These big forces and figures would crush him to death like an ant!
I'm really out of my mind today, what are I doing here?
Thinking of this, he secretly regretted it and was already thinking of quitting.
However, there were two things he still had to say.
"Don't tell your Aunt Fu about my coming to see you tonight."
"Okay." Yang Zhen had no intention of telling Aunt Fu.
"Don't tell the Zhao family..." The latter sentence is actually the key point of Chen Fugui.
"This..." Yang Zhen looked embarrassed. He didn't want to agree too readily. "If someone asks, I can't hide it from them."
"As long as you and I don't say it, he won't say it either..." Chen Fugui pointed at Tie Zhu, who had already been knocked unconscious by him. Just as he was about to continue talking, he suddenly remembered something, his heart skipped a beat, and he screamed inwardly.
It turns out that this kind of magic weapon that can defend itself has been input with magic power in advance. Otherwise, there is no reason that a kid without any magic power can use it. The two spells he cast just now consumed some of the mana stored in the magic weapon. If someone is careful and checks carefully, they will definitely be able to see it.
So I have to have a good talk with this guy and find a way to get him to help smooth things over. .
It's just that this little kid has a lot of tricks up his sleeve at such a young age. How can I stop him?
At this moment, Yang Zhen spoke: "Uncle Fugui, do you still have the millet porridge made from spiritual rice? Give me a try!"
It turned out that when Yang Zhen saw Chen Fugui frowning and not saying anything, she thought that what she just said had the opposite effect and made him have bad thoughts. So I decided to make progress instead of retreat, and simply asked for some benefits to make him feel better.
"Oops!" Chen Fugui slapped his thigh, but he felt relaxed in his heart: "I was hungry while walking on the mountain road, so uncle ate it by himself. I'm really sorry, I forgot to leave some for you... Otherwise, uncle will give you something else. ?”
"Okay!" Yang Zhen stretched out her hand, her meaning was very clear, don't hide any good things, take them out quickly!
What to give? Chen Fugui glanced at his storage bag with his consciousness and found that there really wasn't anything for the child. Magical weapons, spiritual stones, tokens, techniques, none of these things can be given to others.
Well, this little thing is not too valuable and can be used to entertain children.
He took out a few beads the size of water droplets from his storage bag and placed them on the palm of his hand.
"What is this?" Yang Zhen asked curiously.
"This is called Lingdi. Didn't your mother tell you about it?"
Chen Fugui didn't think much and then explained. It turns out that the so-called spiritual drops come from the spiritual stones used by monks for cultivation (actually low-grade spiritual stones). After most of the spiritual energy in them is absorbed, the remaining spiritual energy is not enough to support the hardness of the entire spiritual stone, and the spiritual stone will automatically break into pieces. It turns into powder, and part of it shrinks and gathers into beads the size of water droplets.
These beads contain the remaining spiritual energy, which is equivalent to scattered spiritual stones, and can be used by low-level monks.
"These spirit drops can be easily exchanged for silver coins in a mortal's bank, at least one silver coin each, and sometimes more. They can also be used as money in monks' markets. What do you think, do you like it? If so, If so, these few will be regarded as uncle’s apology to you tonight…”
Of course I do! In the past few days since Yang Zhen traveled back in time, she has been extremely poor. How could she not like something that can be used as money?
"Then I'll thank you uncle, hehe. However, uncle is too stingy. This is not enough to buy a pot of 'Da Ming Chun'!" Yang Zhen said with a smile.
You still want to drink "Da Ming Chun"! Chen Fugui cursed secretly, but he was even more surprised in his heart: He himself couldn't bear to drink the "Great Ming Chun", could this kid drink it? So he really has another destiny?
It seemed that it would be impossible without some blood. Chen Fugui's heart was bleeding and he reluctantly touched out some more. Weighing them in my hands, there were thirty in total.
"That's it, I'll give it to you, use it to buy your bar!"
PS: There will be another update later.
