"Shh!" followed by the door being pushed open.
An old man with gray hair on his temples made a silencing gesture towards Chu Qingxiao.
Chu Qingxiao, who was about to explain his purpose, was stunned. Before he could say anything, the old man mysteriously pulled Chu Qingxiao into the courtyard.
Then, under the other party's instruction, he gently and tiptoed across the front yard. When passing the main house, the old man bent down again, deliberately looked back at Chu Qingxiao, and motioned him to follow suit.
Chu Qingxiao didn't understand the situation at all, but he could only subconsciously follow the old man's steps, bend down, and walk carefully through the main room.
Along the way, he carefully observed the condition of the old man's residence. The small courtyard was quite spacious. Although there was no luxurious decoration, the plants and trees planted in the courtyard and the clean courtyard made the entire courtyard look unique.
The only thing that made Chu Qingxiao a little strange was that in the courtyard paved with bluestones, there were several depressions that seemed to have been broken by heavy objects. The eaves, doors and windows of the houses around the courtyard were also slightly damaged, and some of them had been repaired. , but some have yet to be patched.
Although it is a bit strange, to be able to have such a relatively small courtyard in the Tianxuan City where every inch of land is worth so much, I think this old man's family should be considered well-off, and he probably won't be like Lu Sandao again. Here comes the deadbeat bastard.
Thinking of this, Chu Qingxiao followed the old man and crawled into a firewood shed on the west side of the small courtyard. After entering, the old man turned around slowly, locked the firewood door, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing this, Chu Qingxiao breathed a sigh of relief for no reason.
He looked at the old man, finally having time to consider the client of this task.
He was indeed a very old man, with a slightly skinny figure, gray hair, and a face with ridges and grooves, but he was full of energy and not old-fashioned.
Chu Qingxiao bowed respectfully to the other party, and immediately said: "Senior Sun, I am from the Qinghuan Mansion to help you return the sword to the Yaoguang Sword Pond."
Chu Qingxiao's voice was not loud, but he did not deliberately lower it.
But as these words came out, the old man's expression suddenly changed. He looked at Chu Qingxiao with wide eyes, looking surprised and angry.
Of course Chu Qingxiao also felt this and was about to ask.
Zheng!
But at this moment, a low sound of sword clanging suddenly came from outside the door.
"Lower your head!" The old man said to Chu Qingxiao at this time.
Chu Qingxiao hadn't figured out the situation yet, but after hearing the sound, he subconsciously bent down.
boom!
At this time, there was only a muffled sound, and a cold light blasted open the door and window in front of him.
Doors and windows shattered.
The sword energy was everywhere, and the cold light fell into the door. The billowing sword energy was affected at that time. Chu Qingxiao's heart trembled. The moment he sensed the danger, the Shura world suddenly opened. The Linyuan sword behind him was unsheathed, and he was about to fight with him. That cold light confronts.
But at this stall, the old man in front of him ducked and stood between Chu Qingxiao and the cold light.
Han Guang seemed to be worried, his offensive stalled, and the sword energy washing in the door also immediately subsided.
The moment the message of danger dissipated, the Shura Realm also converged. Chu Qingxiao also looked at the cold light at this time, and his eyes suddenly became weird.
That so-called cold light was a snow-white sword.
The sword was slender and nothing special. There was a red sword tassel hanging on the wooden hilt. It seemed to be some years old, and the sword tassel was faintly white.
At this moment, it is hovering in mid-air, and the sword is still trembling slightly, as if it is venting some emotions.
"You heard me wrong. What he meant was that when the Yaoguang Sword Pond opens in three months, he will come to pick me up and go to watch the ceremony. See the grand occasion of the younger disciples taking out the swords." The old man looked at Hovering at this time The sword in front of him spoke softly, as if comforting a child.
Chu Qingxiao blinked, this scene was somewhat strange.
After saying this, the old man turned back to look at Chu Qingxiao behind him, winking at him: "Do you think so?"
Chu Qingxiao was stunned. Although he felt weird, he still nodded sensibly at this moment.
The long sword hovering in front of them seemed to be able to understand human speech. At that time, it stopped trembling, and then fell gently, and was caught by the old man.
Chu Qingxiao watched all this with wide eyes. Although it happened right in front of him, it still made Chu Qingxiao feel a little incredible.
He looked at the old man and was about to ask a question, but the old man made a silent gesture towards him again.
Chu Qingxiao was stunned for a moment, but with his experience just now, he still had the foresight to shut up at that time.
Then he followed the old man holding a sword in both hands and walked into the main room.
The furnishings in the main room are simple, and there are some calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls on both sides. Although Chu Qingxiao doesn't understand these elegant things, he can see that the techniques of these calligraphy and paintings are simple, and there are obvious biases in some places. They don't seem to be from that kind of painting. The gadgets in everyone's hands are more like the products of old people for their own entertainment.
In the most conspicuous place in the center of the main room, there is a sword holder with a sword scabbard placed on it.
Chu Qingxiao watched the old man carefully put the unsheathed sword back into the scabbard, and then gently stroked the sword body, as if to comfort the other person. Then he winked at Chu Qingxiao, exited the main room together with Chu Qingxiao, and closed the door again.
The whole process made Chu Qingxiao a little dazed, and then the old man pointed outside the house and said to Chu Qingxiao in a very low voice: "Speak outside."
…
There was a musty smell in the shack and the light was dim.
Meng Jin, who was sitting on a simple wooden stool, looked at everything in the shack. The things inside were simple. Some clothes and sundries were piled together, wrapped in oilcloth and placed in the corner. There was a small tent built with several pieces of wood beside it. Although the bed and the bedding on it were relatively clean, they were still a little damp in such a dark environment.
The only thing that surprised Meng Jin was that even under such harsh conditions, Zhu Renzhao still found a sword rest somewhere and placed an ordinary-looking sword on the table next to the bed. This is the only thing that seems to be carefully placed and cared for.
"That's the sword I used when I was young. I haven't taken it out for a long time." Zhu Renzhao seemed to have noticed Meng Jin's eyes at this time.
Meng Jin came back to her senses and looked at the other party, only to see that the other party brought a teacup, placed it in front of Meng Jin, and then offered her a glass of water.
As if he was worried that Meng Jin was worried, he hurriedly said: "This cup is newly bought. We have never used it, so girls can rest assured."
For someone who was in the mud like him, he knew what others thought of them, so he was even more cautious.
Meng Jin nodded without thinking too much. He picked up the cup and took a sip of water. He immediately looked at the other party and saw Zhu Renzhao limping around and putting the teapot aside.
Only then did she realize that Zhu Renzhao's leg was lame.
Probably feeling Meng Jin's gaze, Zhu Renzhao smiled coquettishly: "A few years ago in Qinghuan Mansion, I received a commission to help the inner disciples deal with evil spirits. I was injured by the opponent, and most of my foot was disabled. Since then, From now on, I can only accept some simple commissions and make ends meet."
Meng Jin nodded when he heard the words. The man spoke calmly, but Meng Jin could feel the impact of this incident on him. But after all, she was just an outsider and couldn't help much, so she didn't ask any more questions, but went straight to the point: "Uncle Zhu, can you tell me about Mr. Ling's situation?"
Meng Jin felt a little weird in his heart, not because of anything else, but Zhu Renzhao's current situation seemed to be very embarrassing, but under such conditions, he was able to take out two hundred pieces of spiritual iron jade to help others persuade him. His own son.
The embarrassing situation and generous actions inevitably made Meng Jin feel suspicious.
Zhu Renzhao sighed after hearing this, and at this moment he told the family situation one by one.
He was originally from Sa Yue Town in Cangzhou. In his early years, he came to Tianxuan City to practice swordsmanship with his clan brother.
That clan brother died for some reason, so he lived here alone. He originally thought that he could enter the inner sect and live a good life from then on, but he was not talented enough. He tried for several years and failed to pass the selection of the inner sect.
Later, he became disheartened and got acquainted with a similarly unsuccessful woman, with whom he gave birth to the boy he is now - Zhu Quan.
The couple relied on taking on tasks in Qinghuan Mansion, and although their lives were tight, they were still happy. They originally wanted to work harder, earn more spiritual iron jade, and buy more elixirs for Zhu Quan to practice. , who knows that one day he will be able to pass the inner sect selection and fulfill the couple's long-cherished wish.
With this idea in mind, the couple worked very hard.
But during a commission to help the inner sect deal with the demon sect disciples, Zhu Renzhao was injured in the leg, and his wife died on the spot trying to protect him.
Zhu Quan was only ten years old at the time. After experiencing this incident, Zhu Quan's temperament changed drastically. Although he was not very talented in the past, he still worked hard, and the couple were very pleased with this.
But after this incident, he gradually abandoned the art of swordsmanship and fooled around with a group of bad friends every day.
The money he had worked so hard to save to buy pills for Zhu Quan was also spent randomly by Zhu Quan with his friends.
Zhu Renzhao thought of many ways, but failed to change his son's mind, so he just issued a commission in Qinghuan Mansion, hoping to ask for help to get his son back on track.
After saying this, Zhu Renzhao looked at Meng Jin nervously and asked, "Is there anything you can do, girl?"
"To tell you the truth, girl, there have been many people here before. Whether it was with emotion or with reason, my little bastard didn't listen, as if he was possessed..."
Zhu Renzhao asked, his face full of expectation and his eyes a little red.
Meng Jin, who knew the whole story, also frowned. She thought seriously for a while, then looked at Zhu Renzhao and said hesitantly: "There is a way. My brother has been in this situation before, but …”
"Girl! As long as it can get my child back on track, I can do anything. Don't worry, just do it!" Zhu Renzhao said at this time, with an excited expression.
Seeing this, Meng Jin stood up, made fists with both hands, bumped them in front of his chest, and said, "Then uncle, just wait for my good news at home."
"Be more relaxed."
"Mr. Ling, I'm afraid I won't have time to go home these days."
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