Chapter 58

After recovering from the shock, He He's thin lips moved:

"Lingling, they..."

Lingxi: "They are content in their own world, and won't be disturbed by the outside world unless necessary. When I reunite with my mother, I will also travel through the long river of time with her."

"The physical ones are spirits that fulfill wishes. What are those balls of light?"

"That which shines brightly is without regret."

"Those dim balls of light, on the other hand, are relics of a past that they have not yet achieved. Their spiritual energy has been depleted and needs to be re-condensed. One day, they will regain their physical form and once again await the opportunity. If this still fails, they will continue to reincarnate endlessly until they meet the person or event they desire and fulfill their destiny."

He He didn't expect that there was a time limit for Lingxi and the others.

He He tightly hugged the ancient sword in his arms, and said nervously, "Lingling, you..."

"I don't have much time left to wake up this time, but I've met some rich people, some good people, and some very nice seniors who are willing to let me cut in line."

"Haha, no matter whether I can find my mother or not, I am very grateful for your help." Lingxi's face was more serious than ever before. In the presence of his compatriots, he clasped his fists and bowed solemnly to He He.

He He didn't know how long Lingxi had waited and how many reincarnations it had experienced before it met its grandfather and itself who could see it.

I don’t know why, but when I was in the venue and looked at the dim spiritual light that was nourishing the spirituality again, He He’s eyes felt inexplicably sore.

Perhaps within his lifetime, these light balls will not be able to accumulate into a telepathic entity. He He also knows that he cannot help everyone.

But Lingxi was right in front of him. They had talked and teased each other, even though they had only known each other for a short time.

Clenching his fists, He He said softly, "Lingling, I will do my best."

He didn't want to see Lingling turn into a dim ball of light again, lying alone in a place, missing her mother who was nowhere to be found.

Lingxi curved her eyes and said, "Thank you, haha, you and Youqian are both very good people."

"It's a pity that I'm just an ordinary person. If only I had some magic, a spell like that could help you figure out where your mother is."

Lingxi curled her lips and said disdainfully: "That's all a lie."

He He: "Ah?"

Lingxi sighed like a little adult: "Haha, you have to believe in science."

He He: "...I believed your lies." The fact that I can see you is the biggest unscientific thing!

As expected and unexpectedly, there was no trace of Lingxi's mother Yunyin Sword in the city museum.

Standing at the bus stop again, He He was afraid that Lingxi was feeling uncomfortable, so he comforted her, "Logically speaking, it's a low probability event to find it in one go. Ling'er, do you understand?"

Lingxi was calmer than He He thought, and even tried to comfort him: "Haha, no need to comfort me. You just saw it. I have so many companions, but only a few of us are lucky enough to be able to fulfill our wishes without regrets."

"Whether intentional or not, I have committed too much bloodshed. Parting with my mother is my punishment. If I never find her, it can only be said that my sins have not yet been washed away."

"Hmm!" Lingxi raised his hand to cover his forehead and looked at He He angrily. He He withdrew his hand from knocking his head:

"A sword is a weapon. Whether it kills or saves lives depends on the person holding it. What does it have to do with you? Besides, even saving lives sometimes requires killing."

"Didn't you say that your and your mother's last master was the leader of the Righteous Alliance? You followed him throughout the world, quelling unrest and slaying countless evil demons. The evil demons deserved death, and even though you killed them, you were still accumulating virtue and doing good deeds."

"With these merits, Heaven will bless you."

Lingxi looked up at He He's face, her pupils trembling slightly. In the end, this guy He He was not handsome for more than three seconds.

"Lingxi, you're super lucky!" He He put his hands on his hips and said proudly, "Because you met a good person like me, hahahaha."

Several passers-by waiting for the bus nearby quietly moved away from He He who suddenly burst into laughter. Lingxi blended into the crowd and together they distanced themselves from the big fool.

He He: “!” You heartless little thing, why are you hiding? Who am I hiding for?

In one day, He He took Lingxi to visit all three museums in the city.

On the way home, Lingxi was still a little lost, but the child was able to regulate his emotions by himself, and his method was very simple and unpretentious.

"Haha, let me tell you the story of my mother and I from the beginning. Do you want to listen?"

After a moment of silence, He He nodded slightly in Lingxi's expectant gaze.

As long as the little ancestor is happy.

After returning home, He He was not idle. He turned on the computer and started to pull files and create tables.

"Haha, what are you doing again? Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Well, I'm not sleepy yet. Lingling, I have to apologize to you. I thought things were simple and made you wait in vain."

Lingxi tilted her head, not quite understanding what He He meant.

He He quickly browsed the official website of the Municipal Museum and registered the information of each cultural relic on the form, while explaining:

"There are many cultural relics in the museum, but the space is limited. It is impossible to display all of them. We didn't see your mother today. It is very likely that she is not on the list of this exhibition."

"Fortunately, detailed pictures and information will be published on the official website of each exhibition. I will first filter through them and select all the nameless ancient swords before showing them to you."

Yunyin Lingxi is a mother and child sword, but in order to hide the Lingxi, the longsword forger engraved all the sword names on the child swords.

There are two words "Yunyin" on the hilt of the sword, and the sword edge will reflect Lingxi's name when illuminated by light.

This means that the mother sword, Yunyin Sword, has no sword name on it. Over the years, the people who knew Yunyin Lingxi have disappeared with history. Whether Yunyin is in the museum warehouse or in the hands of private collectors, it is very likely that it cannot be matched with the famous swords in history.

This also made it impossible for He He to search for the location of Izumogakure by name.

Hearing that He He was helping him, Ling Xi pursed his lips and said, "Haha, I'll look for it with you."

"Don't you need to absorb the moonlight to maintain your spirituality? Go to sleep. I'll sort out all the information about the ancient sword. You can read it slowly at home while I go to school tomorrow."

"Go quickly."

After stuffing Lingxi back into the "bed", He He patted the wall and said, "Sleep well."

Before leaving, He He glanced at the other antiques in the study without leaving a trace, and found nothing unusual. It seemed that the other objects in the room were probably counterfeit goods that the old man had bought with the money he was cheated out of, and none of them were spirits.

Very good, very reassuring.

"good evening."

He He gently closed the study door, and after a moment, pushed it open again. He looked around vigilantly, but still found nothing unusual.

"Am I overthinking it?

The study door closed again, and He He's footsteps faded away.

At two o'clock in the morning, He He applied cooling oil on his temples again and again to drive away sleepiness. However, as the clock ticked, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, until he fell asleep in front of the computer due to exhaustion.

[Lingxi is right, Hehe is a good kid.]

In the previous second, the audience was still feeling sorry for He He, and in the next second, the audience widened their eyes in surprise.

The study door was opened a crack, and a figure cautiously jumped out from inside.

The little mouse's whiskers moved in exploration, and it looked left and right to make sure it was safe. It raised its little paws and pointed behind it, then stepped out the door first.

Immediately afterwards, a series of proportionally smaller animals squeezed out from the door behind the little mouse.

The mouse, the "big" ox, the tiger-like "Hakimi", the jumping little white rabbit...

The audience also saw a familiar black dog.

【Awang! 】

【A Mobilization of Small Animals?】

[Ahhh, so cute, are they all spirits? ]

[I just saw them. They were all squeezed out of a booklet in the drawer.]

When He He fell asleep, the little animals transformed into hardworking "Snail Girls".

The little monkey and the little golden dragon worked together to take the clothes off the shelf and carefully covered He He with them.

The rest of the animals began to help He He with housework, sweeping the floor, picking up dirty clothes, and the audience even saw the little black dog and the lamb sowing seeds in the flower pots.

There was also a large rooster with distinctive features who found eggs in the kitchen and squatted on them to hatch the chicks.

audience:……

【Don’t say it, there is a kind of beauty in order amidst chaos. 】

[I also need hardworking, kind, and capable spirit animals as neighbors. Is that something I can say?]

[Hahaha, guess what He He's reaction would be when he wakes up?]

Perhaps he was too tired, or perhaps the small animal cleaning team, although capable, was also careful not to make too much noise, so He He was not woken up.

At four or five in the morning, the big rooster that was hatching the chicks couldn't help but raise his neck and start singing.

“Oh oh——” Oh.

Although it had only made two sounds, the big rooster was condemned by his companions. The little flower pig pressed down on the big rooster with a mountain, and the big rooster lost all his soul. The little green snake also wrapped around its neck and blocked its beak, making it physically silent.

But He He, who had fallen asleep leaning on the table, still moved his eyelids.

Before He He woke up, the little golden dragon held eleven of them, and the little animals formed a string in the air, like the golden monkey hanging upside down and catching the moon in the water. You bit my tail and I grabbed your mane.

As the little golden dragon staggered and accelerated towards the study, a string of small animals also swayed like a pendulum in the air.

He He opened his eyes and said in annoyance, "How could I fall asleep? It's already morning."

"I just heard a rooster crow. Does Grandma Zhang raise chickens?"

He He stood up. The door of the study was right behind him. He He turned around slowly. At the critical moment, the little pig that was stuck in the gap of the door finally squeezed into the study.

The study door still moved slightly, making a slight creaking sound.

He He's ears moved sharply, and before he could check, the clothes he was wearing suddenly fell to the ground.

He He was stunned for a moment, then bent down to pick up the clothes.

I looked around the room again. It was still the same familiar look, but something seemed wrong.

Frowning, He He walked towards the study.

After knocking on the wall, Lingxi appeared and the little boy yawned: "Haha, good morning."

He He deliberately asked: "Lingling, how did you sleep last night?"

Lingxi: "Yeah, I slept very well."

He He narrowed his eyes and said, "You look good. You can sleep till dawn."

"Yeah..." Lingxi's eyes turned slightly, and in her sight, a little mouse was gesturing something to Lingxi frantically. Lingxi was startled and completely sober.

As expected of a spiritual sword, the little sword spirit reacted quickly, and the words on the tip of his tongue changed: "Is that so?"

He He folded his arms, a cold smile spreading across his lips: "You ask me?"

Lingxi: "Well, I didn't sleep very well last night. I woke up several times."

He He: "Oh, then tell me, what did you do last night?"

Lingxi's gaze wandered again. On the bookshelf behind He He, several small animals were standing in a row, gesturing wildly in coordination with each other.

Lingxi's brain also started working rapidly: "Table, uh, sleep, um, clothes, yes, I covered you with clothes!"

"Then, pick up the trash on the floor, the glass, knock on the glass, no, wipe the glass, tidy up the sofa..."

He He: "...You did a lot in one night."

Lingxi put his hands behind his back and tapped his toes on the soles of his cloud boots.

He He: "Tell me more, what else did you do?"

Lingxi's eyes widened slightly: "What else?! I mean, let me think about what else."

The sword spirit glanced behind He He again, and the small animal circus also came on stage again. The rest of the things were obviously a bit abstract. He used his eyes and brain at the same time, but the CPU was still not enough. He was so anxious that his ears and neck turned a little red.

[I'm just a weapon baby. I've always solved problems with force. Now I'm being asked to use my brain. Isn't this putting it in a difficult position?]

[Lingxi: Baby is feeling sad, but doesn't say it. Hahahaha, so cute.]

Just when Lingxi's sword was about to get hot, He He could no longer hold it in. He sighed and lifted Lingxi up by the back of his collar.

"How long do you want to keep playing the game of guessing? Okay, tell me the truth. Confession will be treated leniently, while resistance will be punished severely!"

He He turned around suddenly.

Ten minutes later, Lingxi and the twelve little animals stood in a row against the corner of the wall.

He He sat on a chair, crossed his legs, and flipped through a set of Chinese zodiac stamps in his hand.

"So, you are the spirits of stamps?"

"squeak."

"Moo."

"Hmph."

…

A chaotic array of animal calls rang out one after another. He He remained silent, forgiving him for not understanding the small language.

He He looked at Lingxi: "Do you understand?"

Lingxi nodded.

He He: "Okay, then I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself from your crime and be the translator."

"You should also send out a representative to answer."

The little animals squeaked, and soon the rat boss stepped forward and bowed to He He like a gentleman.

He He: Okay, you are still a particular rat.

"Are you the spirits of this set of stamps?"

"Squeak." Yes.

"You guys cleaned the house last night."

"Squeak." That's right, labor in exchange for compensation to cover the cost of accommodation.

He He nodded, it was indeed very particular.

"So you're all like Lingling, needing my help to fulfill your wishes?"

The twelve nodded in unison.

He He was curious: "What is it?"

The twelve all shook their heads again, and Lingling acted as an interpreter: "The time is not right yet."

It was all very mysterious, but He He did not press the issue any further. Things had to be done one by one. Even if there were only twelve people, and it was a first come first served basis, He He would help Lingling find her mother first.

He He asked the last key question: "Besides you, are there any other spirits who committed the crime?"

The little animals all shook their heads, and Lingxi also assured them: "There are only twelve suspects."

He He raised the corner of his lips: "So, there are indeed other spirit objects in this room."

Seeing Lingling and the twelve immediately become alert, several of the twelve had their furry tails unconsciously puffed up. He He touched his face and thought, is it really necessary to be so alert?

He He coughed lightly and lowered his voice deliberately: "Confess the truth and surrender yourself to receive leniency. Stand up now and I will forgive you. Or are you not going to meet me in the future and don't need my help?"

However, after He He finished speaking, no new spirit appeared.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak." The rat gestured anxiously.

Lingling also spoke anxiously, "Haha, don't get me wrong, Sister Shan didn't mean to stay away. She has a special wish, and she fell into a deep sleep so she can fully cultivate her spiritual power. Shushu and the others will wake Sister Shan up when the time is right."

"Yes, there is money to arrange this."

The Rat was still gesturing, and Lingxi nodded and translated simultaneously: "Even if I have money, I'm afraid that you'll face everyone at the beginning and the pressure will be too great, so I asked Sister Shan to wait a little longer."

It turned out to be the arrangement made by the old man before he died. He He raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, fishing, and the fish were hooked one by one.

Oh, no, he seems to be the one being hooked.

"However, I feel that the old man should have guessed that you would wake up early and deliberately laughed at me."

"So, apart from Lingling, the Zodiac Set, and the ancient fan, there are no other spiritual artifacts in the house, right?"

Lingling sternly corrected: "Not now."

Hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years later, time will give them life.

Although there were two more spirit weapons in line, He He still breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the old man did not leave him more "legacy" to inherit.

Well, if you really think about it, it seems that He He himself might have caused the trouble.

Lingling and the ancient fan were collected by the old man.

However, this set of twelve zodiac stamps was bought by He He's grandfather when he was a child at a second-hand goods stall at a temple fair. He liked it for a long time and later asked the grandfather to help him make a locked box to keep it well.

If I had known that stamps could become spirits, He He... would have asked the old man to buy them back.

In the following time, He He was busy with his studies while helping the sword spirit tadpole find its mother.

He He even included museums in nearby cities and compiled information on exhibitions of all sizes over the past twenty years.

However, there is still no trace or clue of Yunyin.

After school on Friday, He He refused Mao Erha's invitation to play basketball. As soon as the school bell rang, he rushed out of the school gate with his schoolbag on his back.

"Da Mao, what is Lao He busy with recently?" Friends also noticed that He He has been very busy and tired recently, but they don't know what he is doing.

Mao Erha glanced at He He's back worriedly: "I don't know, he's so secretive. I'll go to his house tonight and check."

Here, He He stood outside the city museum again.

It was getting dark now and the museum was not open to the public at night.

However, He He's purpose was not to visit. When he arrived at the security booth, the uncle saw He He in school uniform and was very kind. He kindly reminded him:

"Young man, the museum is closed. If you want to visit, come back tomorrow."

"Uncle, I'm not here to visit. I want to ask you something. How can I meet the director?"

The security guard smiled and said, "Young man, is this something related to cultural relics?"

It seems like I'm used to this kind of thing. The director had specifically told me about it before, just in case there are people who really need help or want to donate, but are stopped at the first step.

He He touched his head and said, "Yeah, I guess so."

The security guard nodded and took out a notebook. "Come, register. Oh, it's best if it's your parents'. Your family knows you're coming here today, right?"

"There will be a follow-up call to verify basic information. If it's really a related matter, although it may not be the director, other staff members of our institute will definitely follow up. You can rest assured."

He He picked up a pen and said as he registered: "I'm the only one in my family, so I can make the decision. Uncle, please help me mark it. My situation is special and it's a bit urgent..."

"What's going on, kid? Tell me."

An old voice sounded behind him. He He turned around and saw an old lady in a beige coat looking at him with a smile. He He had seen the old lady's photo on the Internet more than once.

"Director." The voices of the security guard and He He sounded at the same time.

He He hadn't expected things to go so smoothly. When he and the curator's grandmother entered the museum's reception room, the curator's grandmother didn't wait for He He to introduce himself and asked first, "Can I call you Xiao He?"

"Huh?" It was He He's turn to be surprised: "Director Granny, how do you know my last name is He?"

"Do you know grandpa?" That's right, if grandpa has been dealing with cultural relics, the curator should have had contact with the old man.

The curator's grandmother sighed, "This circle is neither big nor small. Your grandfather is a very special collector among them. Looking back, it has been several years since your grandfather passed away."

"We have antiques donated by your grandfather in our museum. Your grandfather is special because he is amazing. He has eyes that can see through the real thing."

He He's heart skipped a beat: "... Director grandma, isn't it inappropriate for us to talk about metaphysics here, cough?" After all, it is a public place.

The curator's grandmother laughed out loud: "That's what your grandfather said himself."

"When he donated the antiques, when he registered them, they said they were collected from the public. We later verified that they were indeed 'picked up' from various places."

He He smiled apologetically, unable to follow the director's words.

Fortunately, the curator's grandmother didn't expect He He's answer. She just smiled and said, "Good people are rewarded. Your grandfather has made contributions to the country. We would like to believe that it was the national treasure that was escorted home that bestowed good fortune upon your grandfather."

The curator's grandmother took the initiative to change the subject: "Your grandfather contacted me before he passed away. If you come to me as an adult, I hope I can provide you with all the help I can."

"Your appearance hasn't changed much from the photo. I recognized you right away."

The curator asked patiently, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

He He scratched his face and asked, "Director Granny, are there any cultural relics in our museum that have never been exhibited to the public?"

"Yes, there are some."

"Well, if I want to get the information about those cultural relics, what procedures are required?"

"I have an ancient sword left by my grandfather. Since you and my grandfather know each other, I'll tell you straight away. In his notebook, he said this ancient sword should be a mother-and-child sword, and it's very likely the famous sword Yunyin."

"Grandpa wanted to find the other half of the sword, but he passed away too quickly, so I wanted to help him fulfill his wish."

He He quickly told the lie he had prepared long ago.

The curator was silent for a moment. "The information about the antiques must not be leaked easily. Others don't follow this process either, but you are Lao He's grandson. When you donated it, Lao He also made an agreement with us, so..."

"So, I can help you with this, but you also have to sign a confidentiality agreement."

"Thank you, Director. No problem!"

He He had never expected that his grandfather had actually left him a blessing. Perhaps the "half-immortal" old man had already calculated something. Although he did not have time to help Lingxi, he also provided convenience for their current actions.

With the help of the curator, He He logged into the internal system with a temporary identity, and was able to search not only the information of the municipal museum, but also that of several other museums.

Out of the view of the curator's grandmother, Lingxi followed He He to browse the pictures on the screen.

Disappointingly, Kumogakure is not included in any museum.

He He spent the entire weekend in the museum, and the curator's grandmother also saw Lingxi's true form.

When He He closed the last piece of information and exited the temporary account, the curator offered another idea:

"Xiao He, since the mother sword is not in the public treasury, if it were to appear in the world, the chances of it being in the hands of a private collector would be greater."

"I think so too, so I want to visit them one by one later."

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