"Old man? Why don't you answer? What are you doing?"
The sound came from the inner room, followed by the sound of someone getting dressed and footsteps. The woman inside also lifted the curtain and came out, and saw her husband collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, with sweat all over his face.
The woman was so frightened that she quickly squatted down to help him, and when she did, she found that Zuo Boran's body was stiff.
"Hey old man, what's wrong with you!?"
Reaching out and touching, she found that even Zuo Boran's hair was wet. Seeing Zuo Boran's slightly pale face, she hurriedly rubbed her husband's chest to help him calm down.
Perhaps it was the touch of the warmth of his wife's hands that finally made Zuo Boran feel a little better, and he circulated the internal energy in his body to calm himself down.
"Ah... huh... just now, I thought I was going to die..."
"What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost!"
“Shhhhhh!”
Zuo Boran immediately became excited and looked at the door carefully.
"Don't talk nonsense, I have seen a god! The judges under the City God of Juntian Prefecture, the civil and military judges are all here, and they were there just now!"
Zuo Boran pointed at the seat in front of the Eight Immortals Table with lingering fear.
"Huh... I thought my life span had come to an end, but the two judges said they were here to decide my fate because of a request from a master... Huh..."
Zuo Boran's voice still trembled when he spoke. The palpitations brought by close and personal contact with ghosts and gods were not something you could easily imagine. It was certainly not as exciting as listening to a storyteller telling a story. He was simply afraid.
However, at this time, a slight sense of excitement was rising and gradually intensifying. In fact, it didn't take long for Zuo Boran's face to go from pale to rosy.
Zuo Boran was a martial artist after all. He rubbed his legs, stood up from the ground, walked to the Eight Immortals Table and looked at the calligraphy on the table. He remembered that Mr. Ji had said that he would go to say hello to the City God of Juntian Prefecture. Sure enough, the judge arrived that night.
Zuo Boran's wife was a little skeptical when she heard her husband say that he had run into the judge. But when she looked at the calligraphy on the table, she thought it might be true. After all, it was a promise from an immortal.
It was not until half an hour later that the couple went back to sleep.
The next day, the news that Zuo Boran had run into the civil and military judges came to his house spread among Zuo's descendants, and then the Yan family also gradually learned about it. However, the Yan family shop was full of their own people, and they would never spread anything outside.
It was the fourth day after Zuo Boran met the judge at night.
There was a strange phenomenon in the Yan family shop these past two days. The twenty or thirty muscular old, middle-aged and young blacksmiths were not working on the ironwork, but were making scabbards.
Some people cooperate to provide a one-stop service from shaping to polishing to oiling, while others complete the entire process independently. It is just like a traditional handicraft workshop. The craftsmen get excited when they think about making a sheath for a magic sword.
As for the instigator of this incident, he was currently touring the city of Juntianfu, unaware of anything.
When he arrived at the teahouse where he had gone to inquire about the news when he first arrived in Juntian Prefecture, Ji Yuan wanted to finish listening to the "Legend of General Huang", but the storyteller in the teahouse had been replaced and the story was also different.
"Sir, please come in. We have soups, fried dumplings, and brewed teas!"
A tea doctor saw Ji Yuan standing at the door for a while without coming in, so he walked over to the door and greeted him.
Ji Yuan just smiled and shook his head, turned around and left without saying anything. The storyteller had changed, and the story was no longer "The Biography of General Huang", so he seemed a little uninterested.
Dr. Tea scratched his head as he watched the great gentleman walk away. It didn't look like the man couldn't afford a pot of tea.
Ji Yuan did not use any magic or body skills, but just walked slowly, directly out of the city and walked towards the Yan family shop on the bank of Yuanzi River.
This time, Ji Yuan did not plan to disturb others any more. What should be done had been done, and there was no need to alarm the people from the Yan family. When they reached the bank of Yuanzi River, Ji Yuan used an sleight of hand to disappear before entering the Yan family's shop.
Something was a little strange today. There was no sound of iron forging at the Yan family's side, but there were a lot of wood friction sounds and discussions coming from the back of the blacksmith shop.
Ji Yuan first put back the umbrella that he had borrowed without asking, and then followed the sound and smell to the back of the Yan family shop's workshop.
"Hiss..."
It was rare that Ji Yuan took a slightly exaggerated breath.
By now, there are many things in the mortal world that can shock Ji Yuan, but not too many. The thing happening before his eyes is one of them.
Under several large sheds, I saw twenty or thirty shirtless blacksmiths all polishing and making scabbards. These were the unfinished ones in their hands. There were at least dozens of finished products stored on the shelves and on the ground beside them.
From the selection of materials to the style, from the color to the carving, they are all different...
"Did the Yan family take the wrong medicine?"
When Ji Yuan had this thought, he suddenly laughed and thought of the reason. The root of the problem was still with himself, the "immortal".
Just looking at so many scabbards, the Yan family had no idea how much manpower, material resources and financial resources they had spent. Originally, Ji Yuan only planned to leave a hundred coins as money for buying the scabbards, and then leave a note to inform them.
But there are so many scabbards now, and I don’t want to be the one to pay for them all.
To be honest, among so many scabbards, except for those fancy ones, Ji Yuan would like any one he picked. He quietly walked to a wooden rack at the edge, reached out and grabbed a simple light green wooden scabbard, and the scabbard disappeared with it.
After that, Ji Yuan hesitated for a moment, and with a somewhat helpless look on his face, he took out two ingots of silver, one tael each, from his arms, and threw them gently towards Mr. Yan, who was in his seventies and was still busy polishing a new scabbard.
“Dongdong~~”
The two silver ingots actually hit Mr. Yan's head with two crisp sounds with soft force. The latter thought someone was joking and subconsciously caught the silver that fell from his head, but also became inexplicably furious.
"Who? Which bastard threw money at me?"
At this moment, Ji Yuan's teasing voice came faintly from afar.
"Who asked you to make so many scabbards? I only have one sword. You can sell your scabbards to make up for the rest of the labor!"
The sound became farther and farther away, and it was obvious that it had gone away.
Old Master Yan immediately covered his mouth, and there was a lot of sweat on his forehead. Did he just curse the immortal
At this moment, all the craftsmen stopped their work upon hearing the sound. For a moment, the blacksmith shop was completely silent, and many people secretly glanced at Old Man Yan to see his reaction.
After a dozen breaths, he confirmed that the immortal should have left and had no intention of making any further plans. Suddenly, Mr. Yan realized an important issue and immediately shouted at the top of his voice.
"Whose scabbard was chosen? Look quickly and see whose scabbard was chosen. Which scabbard is missing? Everyone, look for it!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Look which one is missing!"
"The one I have in hand is not finished yet..." "What the hell are you still working on!"
"It's better to be me!" "It must be me!"
A group of craftsmen were checking the shelves beside them and the scabbards on the ground, hoping to find that one of them was missing.
"Ahahahahaha… It's me! It's me! My scabbard has been chosen! Hahahahaha… My lacquered wooden scabbard on the edge is missing! Hahahaha, it must have been taken away by the immortal~~!"
A blacksmith in his thirties was so happy that he almost jumped up and danced, pointing at the wooden frame and laughing wildly.
Many blacksmiths nearby still refused to give up and continued to turn over their works, but in the end they could only come to the same cruel fact.
In the end, everyone looked at the excited blacksmith, curled their lips and sighed, and gave him a very perfunctory congratulations.
The man was feeling proud when he saw the grandfather leaving in the direction of the ancestral hall. He immediately slapped his head and remembered that the silver had not been given to him yet, so he hurriedly chased after him.
"Grandpa, Grandpa~~~! That silver, you should give it to me, at least one ingot, it was given by the immortal, Grandpa~~~!"
"Hmph, you also know that it is a gift from an immortal, but you have no idea what it is for! It would be a waste of heaven's gift to give it to you. I will take it to the ancestral hall and place it together with the ancestral tablets. Everyone can see it when I burn incense!"
Old Master Yan didn't even turn his head, quickened his pace, and left this sentence, which shocked the man so much that he stood still on the spot.
ps:
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Last year, I saw a post that kept saying "Books recommended by Brother Jiu", so I asked out of curiosity and added it. It's a place that can help you detoxify and find a bunch of high-quality similar books. I wrote this specifically instead of "Author's Words" so that everyone can see it.
I had a chat with Brother Jiu for the first time a few days ago, and I was a little excited. Py definitely exists but it is not something that is hidden. Because Thirty-Six Strategies has such quality, I can confidently write such a long recommendation. I hope that those who find the book will be happy, and those who are even more book-starved, don’t hit me ^_^!