Relating Yearning with Sword - C82

For safety’s sake, he used his power to seal the Qi and blood in his right wrist. He used a long fingernail on his left hand to cut open a hole on his right vein, and in an instant, a lot of purplish black blood oozed out. When the color of the blood completely turned bright red, he took out the hemostasis medicine he had brought along with him and applied it to the wound.

But after this, blood loss and sweating, more feeling thirsty.

After a long while, the servant who had sent himself out to look for water finally turned around. With a bitter face, he shook his head and said, “The Old Master …” I’ve searched through everything, but I can’t find even a single trace of water. What should I do? ”

The Eighth Old Master scolded, “Idiot.” He stood up and listened attentively. Sure enough, the sound of flowing water could not be heard. Looking forward, he saw that the mountain path was winding, and the trees above seemed to have turned dark.

He wanted to find some fruits in the forest to quench his thirst, so he instructed the servant to continue forward.

After walking for a while, the child stopped to catch her breath. Grand Preceptor … “I’m so tired, let’s rest for a bit!”

Seeing that he was already sweating profusely, the Eighth Lord cursed, “Useless thing.” He had no choice but to stop.

He was thinking about it, but he couldn’t blame this guy. Yesterday morning, he was almost right. He had not eaten yet, so how could he blame him?

Just as he was thinking about what he could find to stop his thirst, he suddenly heard a whistling sound not too far away from him. A skinny old man with a scarf wrapped around his head popped out from the bushes, and the next moment, the old man came out. He turned out to be a hunter.

He carried a steel fork in one hand, an arrow on his back, a handful of dry firewood on his shoulder, two rabbits tied to his waist, and a string of oranges.

This bunch of oranges had sucked the Eighth Lord’s eyes tightly from the very beginning.

The old man’s movements were agile and agile as he jumped over rocks. In just a few moments, he had arrived in front of the Old Master and the other old man. He then stopped and chuckled, “A rare guest, a rare guest. “I can’t believe this dream or …” He shook his head and covered his mouth as he said, “Maybe, maybe …”

With his build, he seemed like an incompetent and weightless person, yet he was fighting in the mountains for firewood, hunting in the mountains. Carrying such a large bundle of firewood on his back, he was a common citizen, and it showed that he had been through a lot of training, and had already developed a habit of bearing the weight of work, which was rare indeed.

From the moment he appeared, the Eighth Lord and his servant had been staring at the string of three large, red fruits on his waist. At this moment, it was hard to find even one that could earn a thousand gold.

“Brother, please.”

The Old Master lowered his head, clasped his hands, and asked, “What realm is this?”

The axman nodded and said with a smile, “This is Shan Yang Gou. If you continue down into Shan Yang Village, you will enter the county city.”

“Thank you, thank you.” The Eighth Lord had already made up his mind. He would definitely eat the three oranges on his waist.

At this moment, he was dressed like a rich old man who knew his place. Since he knew his way around, he couldn’t act and steal from him. He needed the other person to be willing to do so.

“Do you live nearby?” The Eighth Old Master said.

“Not far, not far,” the axman pointed to the mountain and said, “We’ll be there if we go around the mountain. Esteemed customer, this is … “Where to?”

The eighth grandfather chuckled, stroking the white beard on his chest out of habit. He didn’t answer the other party’s question first, but said, “What did you say just now? Don’t say it. What dream did you dream of …”

The old woodcutter laughed again. He waved his white hand and said, “Cough! Cough! “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s like this …”

He kept shaking his head as if he was forced to it, but he still couldn’t help but say it out loud.

“It’s like this …” Esteemed customer, last night, I had a dream. I dreamed of the mountain god of the Mountain Sun Mountain Range and told me that at this moment, I would meet a kind-hearted person who would buy some things from me. the old woodcutter said.

The Eighth Lord answered with an “Oh,” then narrowed his long, thin, triangular eyes. He was rather interested.

“It’s just a dream,” The old woodcutter’s face was full of smiles as he said, “So I specially got up early today, finished shooting firewood, hunted two rabbits, and then rushed back to the back of the mountain. The back of the mountain is also around the side of the mountain, so let alone a rich person, I didn’t even see a small person … Right at this moment, I saw your master and his wife. I was so happy for them that I couldn’t find the right words to say … I hope you’ll forgive me… “A slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue.”

As he spoke, he bowed twice, shrugged his shoulders, and got ready to leave.

“Bro, go slowly.”

Seeing the old woodcutter stop, the Old Patriarch nodded and gestured, “Sit down and rest, sit down and rest. Let’s have a discussion. What do you think?”

The old woodcutter sat down and for some reason rolled one of his eyes. The Old Master? ”

The Eighth Old Master gave a light cough, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

Embarrassed, even he raised his hand to point at the tangerine tied to the old woodcutter’s belt and said, “Let’s have a discussion. If you sell these three to me, I’ll give you five taels of silver.”

The old woodcutter was startled. “What …” “What?”

The Eighth Lord said, “Fine, I’ll let you really make a small fortune. As long as you give me these three oranges, I’ll give you ten taels of silver. I’ll keep my word.”

As he spoke, he reached into his pocket and took out a big, shiny silver ingot, throwing it over with a swoosh.

The woodcutter caught it with both hands in a panic. He let out an “Aiyo!” and examined the silver ingot for a long time before biting it. He grinned and said, “Old Master, what you said …” Is that true? ”

“You’ve already taken all the silver, how can it be fake?” The Eighth Old Master said.

“Good …” God … “I’ve really made a fortune …” the old woodcutter said.

The old man put away the silver and shook his hands. After a long time, he removed the three oranges that were stuck in his belt and handed them over.

The eighth grandfather took it and threw it to a servant beside him. The latter took it and immediately started peeling the skin and eating with a big smile on his face.

Here, the Eighth Lord shook his head and sighed. As he peeled off the tangerine peel, he asked the old woodcutter, “Are there any other species of citrus on this mountain?”

The woodcutter held the silver taels tightly to his body as he shook his head, “No, my lord. They are wild. There are only three of them in the whole tree. I’ve got them.”

The eighth grandfather put a petal in his mouth and felt a bitter taste. He frowned but could not care less. He ate one in three bites.

The old woodcutter couldn’t bear to continue bowing and taking his leave. It was as if he was afraid that the old man would ask him to return the 10 taels of silver if he stayed too long.

The Eighth Old Master said, “May I ask …”

The old woodcutter stopped and turned his head with a smirk.

“Where can I find water to drink around here? Is there anyone living here?” The Eighth Old Master said.

“I do, but this …” “Oh!” The woodcutter seemed to have suddenly recalled something and pointed at the mountain path. “There’s a melon garden about three miles ahead …” “It’s just that the road is too far, I’m afraid the Old Master won’t be able to get away!”

Upon hearing that there was a melon garden, the Eighth Lord was immediately enlivened. Three miles was nothing to him, so he waved his hand and let the old woodcutter go.

He laughed and said to the servant next to him: “Look, the heavens never forsake us, we’re all thirsty, and now someone has brought us the citrus, but it’s too little, there’s a melon garden in front, if we’re lucky, maybe we can even eat watermelons. Let’s go, we’ll take a look.”

The servant had long since been unable to restrain himself when he heard that there was a melon garden in the garden. Since the Eighth Lord had said so, he was overjoyed. He immediately became spirited and followed him up the mountain.

As a result, after walking for about an hour, they saw a small path winding straight up. There were stone steps on the path, and they were not as difficult to walk on as before. There was even a wooden sign pointing upwards.

Orchard and melon garden were two different things. It was evident that the old woodcutter was not lying.

The Eighth Old Master had made up his mind to take a good rest in the Li family’s orchard. Not only would he have to drink something, but he would also have to disturb a meal in order to be satisfied.

They had been walking for about an arrow’s distance when they saw the so-called Li family’s orchard. A row of thorny thistles and thorns extended out from the mountain road, forming a wall. They heard a person singing a mountain song.

He thought he heard movement, and the singing suddenly stopped.

A teenager with a head wrapped in white cloth stuck his head out and looked around, looking very surprised. This was because there had never been anyone around, much less someone with the elegant demeanor of an immortal god like the Eighth Lord.

The Eighth Old Master stood still and smiled, “Hey, little brother, is this the Li family’s orchard?”

The young man with the white cloth wrapped around his head raised his eyebrows and said, “Yes, which one is the old man looking for?”

Exports were actually Sichuan flavor.

The Eighth Old Master asked in surprise, “So you’re not from here?”

“Yes,” said the boy, “our master moved here from Sichuan… Old customer must be thirsty, eat a watermelon! ”

The eighth grandfather chuckled. The other side’s words had caught his attention.

Before he could reply, the attendant beside him greeted him first.

The Eighth Old Master laughed and scolded, “I’ve never seen a servant like you. Don’t you even know how to speak good words?”

The young boy ran out first and opened a fence full of thorns, allowing the old master and his servant inside.

Only now did the eighth grandfather and grandfather realize that in front of them was a sparse melon field covered in sand. Many of the watermelons seemed to have matured, and nearby were piles of harvested watermelons, waiting to be loaded.

“Haha …” The eighth grandfather smiled and said, “This is great.”

There was a straw pavilion in the garden, which was now used as a watermelon table. Watermelons were piled up inside, leaving only a stone table and a few seats. The eighth grandfather walked in and took his seat impolitely.

He saw a steel knife that was slicing a watermelon on the table. A few baskets beside the knife were filled with rotten melons that had been abandoned.

The eighth grandfather laughed, “Come, come, little friend. I have a reward for making one who has yet to taste it.”

As he spoke, he took out a piece of silver and placed it on the table.

The young boy was so surprised that he became dumbfounded.

Seeing this, the servant in front of the Eighth Lord was already impatient. He took a step forward and picked up a watermelon.

The young boy quickly said, “This is not good, let me, let me …”

As expected, he chose a yellow gourd. The melon was exceptionally sweet, causing the Master and servant of the Eighth Lord to be beaming with joy.

While his master and servant were enjoying themselves, the young boy bluntly put the piece of silver on the table into his bag.

“My luck is really good today. I received two bounty rewards in a row. Hehe!” The young boy said.

The eighth grandfather, with a large piece of watermelon in his stomach, felt his entire body grow cold, feeling extremely refreshed.

When he heard the boy’s words, he stopped and asked, “How did you get two taels of silver? Could it be that there was a guest who came here to eat melon? ”

The kid laughed, “Who says that’s not the case? Not long ago, a woodcutter came by and ate a watermelon and gave me a piece of silver. He said that an esteemed guest would come by soon and picked a big one for me, saying that if the guest was happy, he would definitely reward me with silver. As expected, it wasn’t wrong, and not long after, you and this brother came. ”

The Eighth Old Master smiled and said, “So that’s how it is …”

Then he frowned slightly and thought to himself, “This old man’s footsteps are so fast, he actually arrived so early with a large bundle of firewood on his back.”

As he thought about this, he asked himself, “Has that old woodcutter left?”

“Ah, not yet. Just now, I saw him dozing over there.” The young boy said.

As Fang Xingjian said this, he heard someone say with a smile, “Which one is looking for me?”

From the nearby thatched hut, a gentleman wearing a Taoist robe and in high spirits slowly walked out.

It was fine for everyone to not see it, but when they did, they could not help but be startled. It seemed that this graceful, upper-class gentleman was the old man who’d carried the firewood on his back just now, and had actually transformed into another person in the midst of his heels.

The eighth grandfather’s heart skipped a beat and he realized that there was a trick to it. He used a pair of deep and lively eyes to look at the other party.

The old gentleman’s manner was graceful and graceful as he sauntered over to the old man and said, “Sir Jiang, how have you been? I’m afraid you don’t remember me, this old man?”

The eighth grandfather’s shock was akin to a clap of thunder above his head.

The reason was that the eighth grandfather was truly Jiang Yin Jun’s man, a secret that no one else in the world would know. Even someone as clever as Miss Han would only be suspicious, yet the man before her was able to say it out loud with a tone that could not be denied.

“Oh …” The Eighth Old Master’s pair of slender triangular eyes opened and closed, carefully examining the other person’s face, and said, “Your excellency is …” Which one? “You must have recognized the wrong person …”

The man who had changed from an old woodcutter to an old gentleman grinned and squinted his eyes as he listened.

“How could he have admitted his wrongs?” With brother’s eyes, how could I recognize the wrong person? ” said the old gentleman.