Chapter 1143 Call Me Grandpa

"Oh, thank you so much, thank you so much, kind person." The old man's voice was hoarse and dry. "This child hasn't eaten for two days. Thank you, living bodhisattva."

Looking at the old man's clothes, Song Chunxue noticed that his shoes fit well, though they were worn out and the embroidery was still faintly visible.

"You're not beggars?"

The old man paused for a moment, rubbed the child's head, and pulled out a stool for him to sit down.

“Yes, we are not beggars.” The old man choked up as he said this, “but we have no choice but to beg now. Our things have all been stolen. As long as we can live, what does it matter if we have to beg all the way?”

Watching the children quietly pick up their chopsticks, staring intently at the noodles in their bowls, swallowing their saliva.

Song Chunxue asked, "Where are you going?"

"We are heading to the capital to seek refuge with relatives."

Looking at the child's face, Zhang Chengxuan suddenly asked, "What did your ancestors do?"

The boy finally reacted, looking at Zhang Chengxuan warily, "Our ancestors were farmers."

“It doesn’t look like it.” Zhang Chengxuan picked up the bowl, took a sip of soup, then scooped up a large mouthful of noodles and ate them in big mouthfuls.

Song Chunxue also felt it didn't seem right. This child clearly had the appearance of wealth and nobility, with an indescribable air of nobility hidden between his eyebrows and eyes, but this old man didn't seem to have that quality.

"If you had the money to hire a guard this time, would you be able to reach the capital safely?" After saying this, Zhang Chengxuan laughed again, "My bad, my bad, I asked a pointless question."

As he spoke, he took out two silver ingots from his pocket and stuffed them directly into the old man's sleeve. "Don't let anyone see this. Change your clothes, buy a good horse, and have a safe journey."

The elderly person should stand up and express their gratitude.

"Sit still and don't move," Zhang Chengxuan said. "Don't flaunt your wealth. Don't let anyone target you. I just hope that your wishes will come true."

"And there's one for me too," Song Chunxue stuffed a brocade pouch into the child's arms, and gave him a very ordinary dagger, small and exquisite, "If you encounter danger, use it to protect yourself."

"Thank you so much, heroine. I will definitely repay your kindness in the future," the child said in a childish voice. "May I ask your surname?"

"My surname is Song," Song Chunxue said, pointing to the person opposite her. "His surname is Zhang."

"Thank you, Master Zhang and Master Song," the child said again.

"Did you hear that? He called us 'hero'!" Song Chunxue laughed. "It's such a novel title. Suddenly I want to travel the martial world."

"Whoosh~"

Suddenly, a sword was thrust straight into the table.

The child had just picked up the bowl to eat when he was so startled that he knocked over the hot soup noodles in front of him.

"It's alright, don't worry, let's eat our noodles." Song Chunxue stood up and placed a dozen or so copper coins on the table. "Let's settle the bill."

"Alright, sir, please take care."

“They’ve already paid, we can’t ask for more,” Song Chunxue said. “Be kind, and I guarantee I’ll have a son next year.”

"Oh, oh, alright, sir, please take care."

Zhang Chengxuan turned to look at the noodle stall owner and asked, "How do you know he doesn't have a son?"

"I heard that. Wasn't he just cursing his wife for not being able to give birth to a son?" Song Chunxue said seriously. "However, judging from his appearance, it is indeed difficult for him to have a son, but he will at least have one."

“You are indeed more experienced than I am in this regard,” Zhang Chengxuan said thoughtfully. “But I see that his philtrum is quite wide and deep. Could it be that his wife’s philtrum is flat?”

“Who knows?” Song Chunxue said irritably. “Whether a man has a son or not depends on whether the father is good or not. What does it have to do with women? You good-for-nothing, you just take advantage of others.”

"Yes, yes, I misspoke. I'll punish myself with a drink," he said, pulling out a gourd and taking a gulp of wine. "Wuyou, where are we going?"

"Sword Master, come with me!" Wuyou exclaimed excitedly, "We're going to Ten Thousand Swords Mountain!"

Song Chunxue asked curiously, "Where is Wanjian Mountain?"

"It is a must-visit place for swordsmen in the martial arts world. It is said that there are all kinds of famous swords left behind by the major sects of the martial arts world. They are all stuck in the cracks of the rocks. Whoever can pull them out can keep them."

Song Chunxue asked in surprise, "Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?"

“Mount Wanjian is not a place you can just go to. It opens every five years, inviting heroes from all sides to come and challenge the swords, but very few people can actually draw the swords.” Zhang Chengxuan sighed. “By just practicing hard, very few people can obtain the swords. Most of them are martial arts practitioners who cultivate.”

Song Chunxue frowned. "A martial arts practitioner who cultivates?"

"Isn't the martial world a place for cultivation?" Zhang Chengxuan scoffed. "Don't even think about it. You can't draw your sword. You're lucky to have Wuyou. Don't be too greedy."

"So what are we going to do?" Song Chunxue asked cheerfully. "Come on, Wuyou, tell me secretly how to pull out the famous sword?"

"I don't know, but there is a sword that is the treasure of the mountain. Whoever can pull it out will become famous in the martial arts world and will be sought after by masters of the martial arts world to exchange sword skills."

Song Chunxue nodded, "Let's go take a look. We can just pick a couple and give them away later; that'll give us something interesting to talk about."

Zhang Chengxuan's eyebrows twitched violently twice.

"It seems like we came here to buy snacks for our senior sister. If we don't go back today, we'll get scolded."

"Don't worry, she hasn't sent a telepathic message yet, which means she wants us to get some fresh air. Senior sister is so considerate, don't let her good intentions go to waste."

Zhang Chengxuan smiled and said, "Very well."

"But if I were Xie Zheng, and if I were to remember this in the future and discover that you were heartless, I would definitely be sad."

“No, you don’t understand. He will be happy for me,” Song Chunxue said softly. “I will get him a sword, and if he remembers it in the future, I will give it to him.”

"What if you can't remember?"

“Then I’ll save it for the next one,” Song Chunxue laughed loudly. “Hmph, when I get younger in the future, I’ll go down the mountain and seduce thirty-year-old men. Hahaha, just thinking about it is wonderful.”

"Heh heh, you dare! Master Han will definitely break your legs! My master and I will break your legs first!"

Song Chunxue laughed, "Not only that, I'm also going to bring her to Xie Zheng!"

"..." Junior brother was just being stubborn. If she could really do that, he would call her grandpa.