Summer passed and time came to autumn. Ku Sheng and his companions traveled to every corner of Huangzhou, but could not find any news about the descendants of the swordsmith named Shang.
Kusheng knew that the lineage of the swordsmith surnamed Shang had long been extinct, and the method of nurturing the sword to restore its spirituality had also been lost. In this prosperous city, the spiritual energy had long since dissipated.
"Why don't we go take a look here?" Luo Yujing held a stack of travel brochures and pointed to one of the places.
This travel brochure was not about the local tourist attractions in Huangzhou, but about the tourist attractions in neighboring Tengzhou. Luo Yujing just picked it up and flipped through it in the hotel lobby. Unexpectedly, she saw that there was a sword museum in neighboring Tengzhou.
"Look, Tengzhou and Huangzhou are so close to each other, it's possible that the swordsmith named Shang moved to live next door." Luo Yujing just said this casually, wanting to comfort Kusheng, but she saw him staring at the travel brochure with a frown, as if thinking about something.
"What's wrong?" Luo Yujing asked.
Kusheng shook his head: "Nothing serious, it's good to go and take a look."
Arriving in Tengzhou, we headed straight to Longquan District where the sword museum is located. Although it is only a few kilometers away from Huangzhou next door, the atmosphere of the two places is very different.
Compared to the busy modern city of Huangzhou, the pace of Tengzhou is slower. People living here have a sense of leisure, and you will naturally be infected by this leisure when walking on the street.
Although there are high-rise buildings here, some old houses in the old city have not been completely demolished. Instead, they have been integrated into a special style.
Since Kusheng came here, he has become much quieter.
He did not tell Luo Yujing that this place was called Chicheng hundreds of years ago, and his master found him in a well here. Therefore, this place can be said to be the place where he was born, and it can also be said to be the place where he died.
He hadn't been here for many years.
Luo Yujing just thought that he was worried about the Zhuxie Sword, so she dragged him to find the sword museum.
The most intense and vivid yellow in the world is the ginkgo in late autumn, which seems to have condensed the sunshine of the entire summer to become so brilliant.
On the street leading to the Sword Museum, dozens of tall ginkgo trees are shedding their leaves, and the ground is a bright golden color.
When she arrived at the main entrance of the museum, Luo Yujing discovered that this was actually a private museum. In order to match the swords in the collection, the entire museum was specially built in the style of an ancient mansion. From the outside, it was even more refined than the photos in the brochure... The tickets were very expensive.
There are few tourists inside, probably because of this reason. In such a fine museum, there is only one old man sitting next to the gate, squinting his eyes, not looking like he is working, but more like he is just idling around.
“Hey, you two, you are not allowed to bring sharp weapons into this museum... Yes, I’m talking about you two. Young men, put down the swords on your waists.” The old man pointed at the locker next to him with a bad look.
You can't bring iron swords to many places, but Ku Sheng and his companions have gotten used to it. They took off the Zhuxie Sword and put it in a locker before entering the museum.
The interior of the museum is as exquisite as the outside, with spacious space. Knives and swords are displayed separately. Each sword has a dedicated exhibition stand, and visitors can only view them through glass.
Ku Sheng was a little surprised to see these swords. Although these swords had not yet reached the level of spirituality, they were all fine products. Many of them were real antiques to ordinary people, hundreds of years old. He even saw ancient swords that were thousands of years old, which were also placed in isolation boxes for people to see.
Luo Yujing now has some understanding of these ancient artifacts. After hearing what Kusheng said, she couldn't help but be shocked. If such an ancient sword were to be auctioned, it would probably sell for a sky-high price. With so many high-priced collections and it being a private museum, it's no wonder that the ticket price is so outrageously expensive.
At the same time, she couldn't help but wonder in her heart, how could a private person have so many precious sword collections? Could it really be related to the swordsmith surnamed Shang that they were looking for
After walking around the museum, he found that the staff had been replaced by a young woman. Kusheng went to the locker to get the Sword of Zhuxie, but he realized something was wrong before he opened the door. When he opened the door again, the Sword of Zhuxie was gone.
When asked, the staff smiled and said, "You two are saying that your things are missing from the lockers, right? Generally speaking, that's impossible. Our lockers are locked and cannot be opened without a key..."
Luo Yujing: "Check the surveillance. There was an old man here just now. He might have taken it. The locker was not damaged, which means someone opened it with a key. Is that old man an employee here?"
The staff member still smiled: "What old man? Sorry, I'm the only one here. I didn't see you two putting anything in the locker just now."
This person was obviously pretending to be stupid. Luo Yujing and Kusheng looked at each other and became more certain that it was someone from the museum who took the Zhuxie Sword away.
Seeing that they looked upset, the staff member said, "If you two really lost something, you can call the police."
So confident? I wonder where that old man came from.
"Could it be the local evil forces?" Luo Yujing guessed.
Standing at the entrance of the museum, Ku Sheng looked back and said, "Don't be angry. Wait for me to sense the aura of the Sword of Evil Slaying and then take it back directly."
Such rogue tactics can deal with ordinary people, but not with two zombies. The only thing they need to worry about is to be careful not to kill anyone when getting the sword back.
Luo Yujing took off the mask with a murderous look on his face and snorted coldly: "Let's go find that old man and let him experience the feeling of being poisoned by corpse."
As she walked down the stairs, her cell phone rang. It was Luo Yu'an calling. The two sisters would call each other every two days to chat.
"Hey, sister... I'm not in Huangzhou. Cu Sheng and I came to Tengzhou, in a sword museum in Longquan..." Luo Yujing's murderous tone softened, and she recounted what had just happened as she walked and talked.
After hearing this, Luo Yu'an asked with concern: "Can you still handle it? Do you need your sister to help?"
Luo Yujing said: "No need, sister, we can just go to your house and get the sword back."
Qin's God floated beside Luo Yu'an, heard the conversation between the two sisters, and said: "Tengzhou, the place in Chicheng in the past? I remember something about it. That was the place where Shang's God fell."
"Could it be related to the clan god?" Luo Yu'an said to the other end of the phone, "Xiao Jing, you guys should not act rashly. Wait for me to come over."
"Sister, it's just a small matter, you don't have to come here specially." Luo Yujing said.
Luo Yu'an smiled and said, "It's not just for this matter. I called you to discuss something with you. Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. I'll go and spend it with you."
Qin Shishen sighed at the side, and Luo Yujing even heard him say "damn" calmly.
After hanging up the phone, Luo Yujing punched Kusheng's arm and said angrily: "Did you hear that? That Qin family god actually imitated our speech. Damn it!"
Luo Yu'an, traveling by private jet, quickly arrived at Tengzhou Longquan with her standard assistant and security guards.
Assistants Qin Mingyu and Qin Shiyuan took out the information they had just found. The owner of the sword museum was named Shang. He was a well-known collector and also a wealthy man in Longquan.
"No wonder he lives in such a heavily guarded place with hundreds of bodyguards around him." Luo Yujing said.
Before Luo Yu'an came, she and Ku Sheng had followed the scent of the Zhuxie Sword and found a villa area. There were surveillance cameras everywhere, with a sentry post every ten steps, and outsiders were prohibited from entering.
"Let's go. I sent a visiting card to Mr. Shang when I came here. Let's go visit him now." Luo Yu'an naturally used the identity of someone within the Yuzhou Qin Group, but when they arrived at the Shang family villa, Mr. Shang was standing at the door, receiving them in a grand manner.
"I wonder why Lady Qin is here?" Mr. Shang asked.
Her identity was revealed in one sentence. This was based on the clan, not the group. Generally, this was a situation where the other party also had the inheritance of a clan god.
"Please forgive me for coming to visit you in such a presumptuous way." Luo Yu'an said, "Since Mr. Shang knows my identity, I should have inherited the family god. I wonder what family name it is?"
Mr. Shang said calmly, "I'm ashamed. The clan god of our clan has been extinct for a long time. Now we are the only one left in the clan. My father and I are the only ones who know about the clan god. Several hundred years ago, our ancestors suffered a disaster and changed their surnames. In the past, it was Shang."
The surname is Shang.
Luo Yu'an understood. No wonder the clan god was so proud when he mentioned this matter even though it had disappeared for a long time. The clan god of the Shang family was the first clan god to appear. It was the Shang family that refined the divine fetus into a clan god. The Shang clan god was the most powerful clan god in the past, and also one of the earliest clan gods to fall.
Kusheng looked at Mr. Shang. His expression could not be seen clearly because of the mask on his face, but his eyes were deep and contained a hint of surprise.
The group entered the house, and Mr. Shang asked them for the second time what they were doing there. At this time, an old man came down from upstairs. He was wearing a messy work suit and holding a sword in his hand. He said: "Ruochong, come and look at this sword, look at this spiritual light..."
Seeing a room full of people, he paused.
Mr. Shang looked helpless: "Dad, there are guests here, why do you come out like this?"
Mr. Shang glared at the two people wearing masks beside Luo Yu'an: "Why did you come here? I can't give the sword back to you!"
Mr. Shang: “…” Now there is no need to ask them what they are here for.
Luo Yu'an said, "Old man, it's not a good idea to rob other people's things."
Mr. Shang said confidently, "Look at these two people, they are full of evil spirits, they are not good people. How can the magic sword refined by my Shang family ancestors fall into their hands!"
He occasionally looked around his own sword museum, and when he saw the ancient swords the two men were carrying, he recognized them as the magic swords forged using the sword-making method handed down by the Shang family. He also had a keen nose and could smell the earthy smell on the sword, which showed that it had been unearthed not long ago. He suspected that the two men were tomb robbers, and that the evil spirit on their bodies was contaminated by the ancient tomb, so of course he didn't want the magic sword to fall into their hands.
Seeing the old man's arrogant face, Luo Yujing became angry and was about to step forward, but Luo Yu'an grabbed her left hand and Ku Sheng grabbed her right hand at the same time to stop her.
Luo Yu'an said gently, "Old sir, we are not here to discuss anything with you, but to get our things back."
Mr. Shang was so angry that he couldn't speak. "How arrogant! Who are you to speak to me like that in my own home?"
Mr. Shang quickly stood up and whispered something in his old father's ear. When Mr. Shang heard it, his face gradually turned darker.
Ordinary people only know what is on the surface. They say that the Yuzhou Qin Group is an old family business with abundant assets. Only those who have inherited the clan god understand how terrifying the Qin family is. The reclusive clan god in their family is still powerful. The Qin family is huge and will not decline in a short time. It is not wise to confront them.
He finally handed over the Sword of the Evil Slayer reluctantly, muttering, "This is a sword made by our Shang family's ancestors. It should be kept in a glass safe. How can we treat such a spiritual sword so casually and carry it around..."
Kusheng took the Zhuxie Sword and said, "You said it has spirituality? Didn't the spirituality of the Zhuxie Sword disappear?"
He and Luo Yujing can now hold the Sword of Zhuxie without any hindrance without being hurt by it, so he has always thought that the Sword of Zhuxie has lost its spirituality.
Mr. Shang said angrily, "Of course it has spirituality! Just now when I was doing maintenance on it, it was emitting spiritual light!"
Kusheng's expression under the mask gradually became complicated. If the spirit of the Sword of Evil Slaying was still there, but it didn't show up in front of him, could it be that... the Sword of Evil Slaying was disgusted with him again! Damn it!
After leaving the Shang family, Luo Yujing relaxed her grim expression and asked, "If the Sword of the Evil Slayer can recover on its own, then has our search for so long been in vain?"
Luo Yu'an comforted her: "What's wrong with that? Take this opportunity for you to hang out with Kusheng so that you can adapt to the world now."
Ku Sheng then said something shocking: "It's not a wasted trip. I know that the old and young people just now should be my descendants."
Luo Yu'an and Luo Yujing: "..."
When he met Mr. Shang at the museum, Kusheng didn't notice anything because he was old and lacked blood. But when he came here and saw Mr. Shang up close and felt the blood connection between them, Kusheng realized that these two people might be his relatives.
When he was brought back to Baihe Temple by his master, his master told him that he was a divine fetus, but the secret was hidden from him, so he didn't know which tribe he belonged to. It was only now that Kusheng understood. So that's how it was.
If he had succeeded in coming to the world, he would have been the second Shang God to appear in this world, and he would have started the second cycle of the God of the Clan. However, the energy of heaven and earth changed, and the God of the Clan was not allowed to appear again. He was destined to die before he was born, so the existence of the "God of the Clan" ended with him.
"I understand. You stopped me from speaking just now because you wanted to avoid arguing with your grandson." Luo Yujing suddenly realized.
Luo Yu'an said with deep feeling: "Old grandchildren are sometimes more difficult to deal with than young grandchildren. Xiaojing, if that's the case, we, as grandmothers, should not bother with them."
Why does my sister seem so experienced? Luo Yujing said calmly, "Okay, never mind."
She turned around and said to Kusheng, "Next time the Zhuxie Sword needs maintenance, come back here to find them."