Yu Xiyi smiled and said: "Let me guess, do you want to be a swordsman?"

The child looked surprised and said in disbelief: "How did you know?!"

Yu Xiyi said: "It's not difficult to guess."

The child gave Yu Xiyi a thumbs up, but then sighed and said: "The closest thing to a swordsman in this town is Uncle Liu, the blacksmith in the east of the town, but he doesn't make swords, so it's not interesting."

Yu Xiyi said seriously: "Isn't a pig-killer better than a blacksmith?"

The child was speechless for a moment, wondering what this guy was saying.

Yu Xiyi smiled, "I also want to see the Dragon Suppressing Sword, will you go?"

He had been thinking about this matter all the time, but when he heard Yu Xiyi talk about it, it naturally aroused his thoughts. After hesitating for a moment, he tried: "You won't let me fall into the river, right?"

Yu Xiyi nodded.

So the two people who had just met came to the river and looked under the stone bridge. Sure enough, they saw a rusty iron sword hanging under the stone bridge.

The child was yearning for it, but before he could speak, Yu Xiyi smiled and said, "I guess you must have thought a hundred times that one day you would run away from home with this sword and become an invincible great swordsman."

The child felt like he was seeing ghosts and gods, and said in surprise: "How come you know everything?!"

Yu Xiyi still answered with three words that were not difficult to guess.

The child was a little discouraged, but soon he said with disgust: "This sword can't even be called a sword. If you take it with you to travel around the world, you might be laughed at."

Yu Xiyi nodded, taking it seriously, "It was originally an ordinary iron sword, and I don't know how many years have passed, and it has suffered so much wind, frost, rain and snow. Now, let alone using it to kill people, just pulling it out may be difficult.

Once it was pulled out, only half of it was left, and the other half was rusted to death in the scabbard."

The child laughed.

Yu Xiyi said: "So don't think about taking it away secretly. Without the Dragon Suppressing Sword, who in this town will not regard you as a sinner?"

The child has become accustomed to having his thoughts revealed once again.

He glanced at the young man in front of him and asked again: "Are you here to buy an inkstone?"

Yu Xiyi did not answer directly, but asked: "Do you think I look like a scholar?"

The child nodded, then shook his head.

Yu Xiyi didn't say much, just smiled and said: "Looking for someone, but you can also buy an inkstone by the way. I heard that your Baohe inkstone is one of the top ten famous inkstones in Bailu Prefecture."

The child is also an honest person. He frowned and then said in one breath: "It was like this in the early years, but in recent years there have been more and more inkstones made. Some people are not good enough and do not do well, which has lowered the reputation of Baohe Inkstone.

Okay, what do you mean... there are mixed results between good and bad? Yes, anyway, if you want to buy an inkstone, you'd better keep your eyes open. You may not be able to buy a good inkstone. I don't mean that you have to buy my inkstone.

According to my mother, buying and selling is not about friendship, but don't say this everywhere to offend others."

The child's words were so old-fashioned that Yu Xiyi couldn't help laughing.

Yu Xiyi quickly smiled and said: "So where is your shop? Take me there?"

The child thought for a while and hesitated.

Yu Xiyi saw the concern of the child in front of him and said with a smile: "I understand, if you go back now, you will most likely be left to look at the shop, and you won't be able to run around. So I don't want to go back, but I think there is business, so I should take me there."

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The child rolled his eyes and said nothing.

Yu Xiyi asked: "What's your name?"

The child said: "Yellow River, yellow is the yellow of the Yellow River, and the river is the river of the Yellow River."

Yu Xiyi clicked his tongue and said: "You are so good at talking nonsense. If you write that kind of story novel in the future, you must be a good hand."

Huang He must have made up his mind and said, "Forget it, I'll take you there."

Yu Xiyi was not in a hurry, but said: "It's still early anyway, should I find someone first? Let's make an appointment. When you've had enough fun, let's meet here and then go to your house to buy an inkstone?"

Huang He asked curiously: "Who are you looking for? I know everyone in this town."

Yu Xiyi shook his head, "I won't tell you."

Huang He said disdainfully: "When I saw that you were looking for your sweetheart, you must be a mediocre person, and you were afraid of being embarrassed when you met your sweetheart, so you were so hesitant."

Yu Xiyi couldn't laugh or cry.

However, he was about to walk into the town alone soon, but Huang He ran all the way to catch up, "Anyway, you have never been to this place, and you may not be able to find anyone if you look for it. Why don't I take you for a walk? I'm bored too."

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Yu Xiyi thought for a while and nodded.

So the boy and the boy entered the town.

In a Baohe town, the high and low houses are filled with the fragrance of ink, and the streets are dotted with countless inkstone shops. It is not surprising that the residents of a small town point to these things for living. Yu Xiyi walked slowly.

Okay, listen to the Yellow River's thoughts in your ears and don't take it seriously.

As for how to tell the quality of inkstones, this genius swordsman who has reached the other side realm at a young age does not care. If nothing else, he will almost never have anything to do with these things in his life.

This was actually not the first time he had come to this town, but the last time he came here, it felt like a lifetime ago.

He stopped and walked, deliberately not approaching the alley in his memory, but wandering around other parts of the town like a headless fly.

Huang He was already bored. After talking so much, he found that the strange young man in front of him was not interested either, so he became a little discouraged. Just when he was about to get angry and stop leaving, Yu Xiyi turned to look at him and said, "You can ask me outside

I know more about things than you do."

Huang He was startled, and then asked: "Who is the most amazing swordsman in the world now?"

Yu Xiyi said calmly: "Master of the Sword Sect."

"Sword Sect?"

Yu Xiyi said patiently: "There is only one sect in the world that has sword cultivators in it. It's in Huanglong Prefecture. If you really have the opportunity to travel far away and want to be a sword cultivator, you can go to this sect. However,

It’s hard to find, it depends on your luck.”

Huang He became interested and asked curiously: "How powerful is the master of the Sword Sect?"

Yu Xiyi smiled and said: "It's not very powerful."

"But he is more powerful than any other sword cultivator in the world."

Yu Xiyi bought two candy figures on the roadside and handed one to Huang He. The latter took it unceremoniously, put it in his mouth, and asked vaguely: "Where is the best sword in the world?"

"It's hard to say. There is a place called Jianqi Mountain, which specializes in casting flying swords. They are the sword immortals you call. Most people get their swords from there. That place casts flying swords every hundred years.

Forging a sword that lasts for a hundred years means that during these one hundred years, that sword will be the sharpest in the world. A few years ago, it happened to be the centenary period. Jianqi Mountain forged a sword called Weedao, which was called Weedao.

Yu Xiyi's sword cultivator took him away, and that person is from the Sword Sect."

Huang He raised his eyebrows, "I seem to have heard of this name."

Yu Xiyi's heart moved, but his expression remained unchanged.

"But why is that sword called Weed? The name is too casual."

Huang He didn't like the name of this sword from the bottom of his heart.

Yu Xiyi didn't say much, just looked into the distance.

Then Huang He asked a lot of questions that he was usually interested in, mostly about the Sword Immortal.

In fact, it's quite reasonable. What young man doesn't want to be a suave swordsman?

Yu Xiyi answered most of the child's questions with a smile and was not impatient.

One big and one small, one question and one answer, which is quite harmonious.

Huang He finally asked: "What about you, are you a sword cultivator?"

Yu Xiyi turned to look at him and asked, "Then have you seen my sword?"

Huang He really looked Yu Xiyi up and down and didn't find the so-called flying sword, so he shook his head with some disappointment.

Yu Xiyi said: "It's not that easy to become a sword cultivator. I don't think you have much hope."

Yu Xiyi had seen this kid's bones before and found that he really had no talent for practicing swordsmanship.

Huang He frowned and said, "Do you understand?"

Yu Xiyi smiled and said: "That's nonsense."

Huang He was a little disappointed. Maybe his long-held dream was being mentioned in this way. Whether it was a joke or not, he felt a little disappointed.

Yu Xiyi consoled him: "Actually, it doesn't matter if you can't become a swordsman. You can be a martial artist. I know a guy who is very good at cutting people with a knife."

"What's the point? What's the difference between being a pig butcher?" Huang He obviously didn't catch a cold.

Yu Xiyi laughed. Now the young martial artist in the Liang Dynasty was called a pig-killer by this guy. Next time Yu Xiyi sees Chen Chao, he must ridicule him.

However, the two of them walked around and chatted, and soon it got dark.

Huang He, who had already finished eating the candy but was still chewing on the stick, slapped his forehead and said, "It's over, we've closed the stall at home!"

Yu Xiyi didn't take it seriously, "Just pretend that the deal hasn't been completed, it's not a big problem."

Huang He looked at Yu Xiyi in front of him and suddenly asked: "Are you still looking for someone?"
To be continued...