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Chapter 38: He Lewei

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    "Well" Huang Tong fell silent.

    "What should I say?" He couldn't help but toss in his heart, "Just make up a lie and say that there are evil spirits? Then pretend to help him exorcise the evil spirits, and charge him a few cents more?"

    "It's not right. Looking at his heartache just now, I'm afraid ten Wen is the limit."

    "If you tell the truth, saying that his sword is not weird or evil, he will definitely not be willing."

    "what to do?"

    "Well¡­¡­"

    "Okay, I'll just say that!"

    After the plan was made, he looked mysterious, lowered his voice, and said to the young man:

    "Little brother, you are lucky."

    "This sword looks rusty and not sharp. It's a rotten sword. It's rubbish. It's really¡ª"

    "Uh, I'm sorry, I just want to say, this sword, as the saying goes, 'real people don't show their faces', although it looks like nothing, sometimes it makes you feel a little bit wrong-do you have it?  What illusion?"

    "Yes!" Zhang Shaochen got excited immediately and shouted, "Master Dao, you don't know that since I got it, I haven't been able to sleep well."

    "After finally falling asleep, I heard a strange sound, as if someone was talking."

    "By the way, this sword was still shining in the middle of the night, but it disappeared after a closer look. It¡ª"

    "Okay, stop talking!" Tongdao Huang waved his hand, stopping the boy's chatter, "That's right! Look, this sword must be unusual."

    "Well, according to my investigation using the authentic Maoshan Taoist method just now, this sword has a very special spirituality. It is a good sword, and it is worth exploring slowly, little brother"

    "Really!" Zhang Shaochen said overjoyed, "I knew this sword was extraordinary! So it is really a good sword."

    "Can the Taoist master tell me what special spirituality it has?"

    "Oh, if you want to know its spirituality, it's fine, but the price is a bit expensive." Tongdao Huang looked at the boy with a half-smile.

    "How much?" Zhang Shaochen asked expectantly.

    "Ten taels of silver." Tongdao Huang said with a smile.

    "Oh." Zhang Shaochen said without changing his expression, "Then I'd better go back and explore slowly by myself. In fact, there is no rush."

    "Thank you Daoist, this is ten coins. I'm leaving, goodbye Daoist!"

    "No delivery."

    Tongdao Huang put away the ten cents, and squinted at the juvenile leaving happily.

    "Heh! This little poor man still wants to ask for help¡ª"

    "Haha, 'I don't want to give up', this word is really wonderful!"

    "Due to the loss, Daoist is as clever as a ghost, so just make up a story and coax him away."

    "The way I see it, you are not only poor, but also mentally ill!"

    "Why do you hear strange noises while sleeping? I think you are not looking for the Taoist master to see the sword, but a doctor for medical treatment!"

    However, it's strange to say that when Zhang Shaochen went to Linquan Town and asked Taoist Huang Tong to look at the sword once, in the next few days, the rusty sword really didn't make any trouble.

    Seeing this, Zhang Shaochen was overjoyed and believed that this sword might really have spirituality.

    "Not to mention, this fellow Huang is really a 'Jinkou Shenjuan'."

    "Although he doesn't have much mana, his ability to taste swords is really extraordinary."

    "When I pass by Linquan Town again in the future, I will stop by to thank him."

    However, after a few days of being happy, He Lewei, the only one of the slaves who was friendly with him, came to him.

    As soon as we met before we had time to exchange greetings, He Lewei hurriedly asked: "Brother Zhang, did you go to Linquan Town to find a Taoist priest to watch the sword a few days ago?"

    "Yes, how do you know?" Zhang Shaochen asked a little strangely.

    "Of course I know, alas." He Lewei sighed, "Those people have spread the word now, saying that you, a person of the devil way, actually went to the Taoist of the Xianmen lineage to look at the sword. It's really shameful. Now they  It¡¯s all being passed around as a joke.¡±

    "What else is there?" Zhang Shaochen was taken aback.

    But after thinking about it, he said calmly: "Just pass it on, I have a lot of meat."

    "Haha, you really can think about it." He Lewei looked at him cheerfully for a while, then smiled, "Shaochen, let alone, you are quite angry with me."

    "The two of us will get closer in the future."

    "In the future, you can discuss things like this with Godot, so as not to make a joke and let those worthless guys getmeaning.  "

    "Okay! Thank you very much!" Zhang Shaochen was very moved and thanked him sincerely.

    Afterwards, He Lewei talked to him for a while, told him about his background as a merchant family, and told him some of his experience in dealing with people in the Demon Sect.

    When he said these words, He Lewei, who believed in being kind to others, spoke very sincerely without any reservations, which made Zhang Shaochen really moved.

    Especially in the end, He Lewei comforted the young man tactfully, saying that the past is over, and many things are not up to him, so don't always take it to heart.

    If the bad things in the past affect the future, then it is really bad.

    In fact, He Lewei's cultural level is not as high as Zhang Shaochen's; but such plain words really reached Zhang Shaochen's heart.

    Therefore, when He Le left to say goodbye, Zhang Shaochen looked at his back, with tears glistening in his eyes.

    But before he could finish being touched, a voice that he least wanted to hear suddenly sounded:

    "Hey! Isn't this Zhang Shaochen who just got a 'good sword'!"

    He looked back, and saw that it was Shao Kang, walking proudly with his hands behind his back.

    "Senior brother Shao, it's you." Zhang Shaochen greeted him humbly.

    "I heard that the tatters you picked up last time are still treasures?" Shao Kang said angrily.

    "No, no, a rusty sword, how can it be a treasure? But the Taoist priest in Linquan Town said¡ª"

    "Ha, is that Huang Tong?" Shao Kang cut off the conversation.

    "Yes, you know him too?" Zhang Shaochen said in surprise.

    "I know him too well!" Shao Kangpi said with a half-smile, "Did you see that he had a signboard saying 'Jinkou Shendu'?"

    "Yeah, he¡ª"

    "Damn!" Shao Kang suddenly changed his face, and cursed, "You are still a Jinkou, an abandoned disciple who was expelled down the mountain after staying in the Xuanling Sect of Jiuyi Mountain for a few days, has no ability, only a red mouth  White Fang wanders the rivers and lakes to make a living, cheating ignorant women, children and children!"

    Having said that, he glanced at Zhang Shaochen: "It's not that senior brother likes to talk about you. This time, you really disgraced our Demon Spirit Cult!"

    "This, this I don't know" Zhang Shaochen was also a little panicked.

    "There are so many things you don't know!"

    "Let me tell you one thing first: Is he called 'Jinkou Shendu'?"

    "That's right, that's what's written on the yellow cloth banner."

    "Then tell me, his name is Huang Tong, what is the homonym?"

    "Brother, do you mean the homonym of the 'brass' of the copper coin?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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