Iron-blooded mercenary group.
Suddenly, a group of people surrounded Zhao Lan's sacred box with excitement on their faces.
If they weren't all members of the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group, Zhao Lan would have thought he was being robbed.
"What are you doing?" Zhao Lan couldn't help but ask.
"Do not talk."
"Shut up."
As a result, they received unanimous excited and brief silences, as if they were disturbed.
The corner of Zhao Lan's mouth twitched, and he surrounded his sacred box and refused to let him speak?
Besides, what's so nice about his sacristy? He used to carry it around every day, and he never saw anyone so interested.
More and more people from the Jagged Mercenary Group came to watch, and Zhao Lan was pushed aside.
Zhao Lan looked confused.
He touched an acquaintance next to him with his hand: "What's going on?"
The man couldn't squeeze in, and he was a little annoyed at the person who was pulling him. When he looked back, he saw Zhao Lan, and he stopped the curse words he was about to say.
Then he said with some envy: "Zhao Lan, do you know what your sacred weapon is?"
Zhao Lan thought to himself, "Gun, if I don't know it, how can others know it?" He has carried this gun for more than ten years, and no one is more familiar with it than him.
The man's tone of voice changed: "Your sacred weapon, the golden urn gun, is the tenth best gun in the world."
The voice was loud and the hands were clenched.
"Xiao Lingchen, White King of the Spirit Clan, has a tiger-headed golden spear that ranks seventh in the world. Your holy weapon is only slightly behind. You...you will soon be as famous as Xiao Lingchen."
He was sure that when Xiao Lingchen was mentioned in the future, people would probably think of Zhao Lan, who owned the slightly lower-ranked Sacred Artifact of the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group.
Zhao Lan still didn't care: "This must be a joke. Why didn't I find you so humorous before?"
The man said directly: "How could it be false?"
"Someone used this news to exchange a sacred weapon from Kriti."
Kriti?
He is the famous moving doom, the erudite wise man, one of the human beings who has the most say in the past and the sacred artifacts.
That's authority.
Zhao Lan didn't know why, but his throat grumbled. What happened? The excitement came too suddenly. He was sitting at home, and wheat cakes fell from the sky.
No, he had to go back inside to digest the news secretly.
He squeezed through the crowd as if nothing had happened, picked up the sacristy and prepared to leave.
But, there is still no way to squeeze out.
"Zhao Lan, let's see what the tenth best spear in the world looks like."
"What is the difference between it and other sacred objects?"
All talking.
"But Zhao Lan still can't summon the heroic spirit of this gun."
Zhao Lan: "..."
Immortal Banban, he suddenly felt so stressed.
He will soon be as famous as the legendary mercenary Xiao Lingchen, but when everyone mentions him, he knows what they will say.
"Zhao Lan? The one from the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group, who has the tenth best gun in the world, but can't summon the heroic spirit among them?"
…
Xiacheng District, Noodle Stall of the Tiger and Leopard Mercenary Group.
As soon as Shen Yan returned to the stall, a child named Sunzi from the team ran over, crying.
"I was eating steamed buns on the roadside in the afternoon, and I was robbed by someone. The person was so fast that I could just see a figure."
"I just took a small bite of the bun."
I cried so sadly.
"Jiang Yu said he would help me catch the thief who stole the buns."
Shen Yan thought to himself, this little sister Jiang Yu, well, her little brother is quite gentle and knows how to coax people.
Sunzi: "Jiang Yu said that when someone is caught, he will rip off his head and throw it into the sewer."
Shen Yan: "..."
Take back what you just said.
Zhao Kuo was also sitting next to him, twirling the bronze dove on his fingertips, as if thinking about something.
Researching and deciphering old documents is extremely dangerous, and it is an indescribable experience of blood and tears. Usually there are only a few people who are not afraid of death to touch such dangerous areas, but now several cities are studying old documents at the same time?
How do they avoid the risks? Have you ever been wary of disasters caused by old documents?
Therefore, what Kriti mentioned a little bit seemed like a trivial matter, but there was a suspicion hidden behind it.
The business at the stall was pretty good. Shen Yan and the others went back after eating.
At night, the night is getting darker.
Shen Yan rubbed the newly acquired medicine box on the bed. Boxwood was made of hard texture, and there seemed to be a layer of grease-like patina on the surface, which made the wooden box look very old.
Wooden cultural relics are very difficult to preserve. It is probably because of this layer of dirty-looking pulp that the box is well preserved.
Wooden cultural relics are very precious because they are very rare.
Shen Yan remembered that in the early days of reform and opening up, in order to highlight cultural heritage, a group of experts were organized to excavate mausoleums and prepare to fill the vacated museums with the excavated cultural relics.
As a result, due to lack of knowledge at the time, the preservation of cultural relics failed to meet qualified technical requirements. As a result, most of the excavated cultural relics rotted, oxidized, and suffered heavy losses.
Fortunately, the decision-making group at that time was quite rational, and immediately stopped the continued excavation of cultural relics, and formulated a general direction that no active excavation was allowed except for salvage purposes, so that the wealth left by our ancestors could continue to quietly remain underground.
According to records, something happened during this period that was especially fresh in Shen Yan's memory, which was the excavation of Cixi's mausoleum.
At that time, when Cixi's tomb was excavated, it was discovered that it had already been robbed by tomb robbers.
It is a pity that countless treasures have gone to unknown places. You must know that when Cixi was buried, the number of people who carried these treasures into the mausoleum alone reached 7920.
There was only a coffin made of golden nanmu that was opened inside the mausoleum.
Probably no one expected that due to lack of knowledge at the time, the excavation team would throw this golden nanmu coffin, which was immeasurable in terms of money and whose value was inestimable, directly and casually into the ravine near the mausoleum.
Allowed to be corroded by wind and rain, a few years later, when countless scholars and experts went to look for it sadly, they only found a few pieces of wood that had been rotten into shape.
It's too late to regret.
Therefore, Shen Yan was very careful about the boxwood medicine box in his hand.
I don't know how long it took before Shen Yan carefully placed the medicine box on the bedside.
There is no way, there is no place to store important things in Datongpu. If it is placed on the ground, such a broken box will be accidentally chopped and burned as firewood.
It was late at night, and some children stumbled out of bed and fell to the ground with a bang. Then they scratched their heads and climbed back into bed.
If you look closely, this warehouse has its own story happening every day.
Shen Yan smiled. He remembered someone saying, don't believe those novels that say you can travel to a completely unfamiliar environment or world and live a delicious life quickly. They are all fake.
Most people, at least 99%, have truly arrived in a strange world. The most realistic situation is actually like being sentenced to death or suspended death. The first step is to desperately struggle to survive.
Shen Yan is quite satisfied with his current life, at least he is still alive.
Before I knew it, I fell into sleep.
In the dream, it was an era of war and turmoil. Countless heroes fell into captivity and became bandits. The situation was turbulent and chaotic.
This is an era where martial arts are used to violate taboos. There are various martial arts schools everywhere among the people, who practice martial arts for self-protection.
There was a young man named Sun Ci who was born in a local martial arts school.
He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. Although his martial arts skills are not outstanding, they are pretty good.
But during a dispute, Sun Ci's hands were broken. Although his life was not affected after treatment, he could no longer practice martial arts.
Sun Ci is an ordinary person, but he is not willing to be decadent like this. He leaves the martial arts gym, travels around the world, and abandons martial arts to become a doctor.
He devoted himself to learning methods from various places to treat bruises, injuries from cuts and swords, and to stimulate the meridians and activate collaterals.
When Sun Ci returned to the martial arts school again, he was already middle-aged. He was a martial arts doctor with quite superb medical skills, and his reputation was gradually rising.
Sun Ci also bought such a medicine box and brought it with him when he went out for medical treatment.
Every day in the martial arts hall, he makes decoctions for people to strengthen their bones and skin, activate blood circulation and unblock meridians, to treat various internal and external injuries caused by fighting.
By the time he was seventy years old, he was already a well-known martial arts doctor and highly respected by the locals. This was Sun Ci's ordinary but meaningful life.
…
The next day, outside the warehouse, Shen Yan got a basin of water and washed up.
In front, an old man in an old apricot-yellow robe with a medicine box on his waist was picking out some strange roots from the wild vegetables and drying them aside.
As Shen Yan washed his face, he thought to himself that he would ask Mr. Sun Ci to help him take a look at Mr. Dong's old legs in the evening.
Father Dong didn't pay much attention to his life before. He always made a bed on the floor. When he was on a mission, he would just find a place to sleep, regardless of the humidity.
As a result, as I get older, I always feel soreness in my legs and feet. It’s still summer, and I heard it gets worse in winter.
Shen Yan heard Father Dong complain several times. He speculated that the cold legs were mostly caused by long-term wind and cold. Unfortunately, he was not a doctor. Although he could guess the cause, he didn't know how to treat it.
But since Sun Ci was called out from the shadow in the morning, Shen Yan felt that he didn't need to be able to cure the disease himself, as he seemed to be able to cure it.
As for the roots that the old doctor was picking among the wild vegetables, Shen Yan couldn't understand.
Industry specializing in surgery.
At this time, the locust cubs led a few children and ran over in a hurry.
"Shen Yan, another person died."
Shen Yan liked to listen to him talk about what happened in the city. Every time his face was "surprised", it was very interesting. When he went out, he paid attention to the interesting things happening.
"This morning, there was a woman who kept hitting herself into a commuter bus."
"My brain was smeared all over the floor, and I hit myself several times before killing myself."
"It is said that he was infected by pollutants again and went crazy."
Locust Cub continued: "I heard that the dead woman was a line worker."
Shen Yan was stunned: "Line writer?"
The Locust Cub replied: "Use a clip to pick out the filaments from the old ropes. These filaments can be used to repair the ship and fill the gaps in the hull."
"Four copper doves a day."
Shen Yan was even more touched than when he heard about the death of a human being. Four copper doves a day were paid less than half of what Dong Da and the others paid when they dug coal. It was really unimaginable how they could survive such a life.
The wages are too low. Shen Yan has been to Shangcheng District. The bosses who control wheat fields, mineral deposits, and ships live a very ordinary life in Shen Yan's opinion. But life in general is much better than in the lower city.
Locust Cub: "Their family is very poor. I heard they don't even have money for burial."
"Her man left her body on the table and moved it away during dinner."
"However, I heard that several mercenary groups have gone to buy her body. It will bring a good income, and it can be dried and stored in a box to be used as a revelation for the revelation ceremony."
Shen Yan: "..."
Sell your wife's body for a good price?
There is no need to specifically come into contact with the darkness of an era, because everything that happens around you constantly shows the truest side.
