Chapter 0028 Magical Weapons

That is to say, on the first day of departure, everyone was still very excited, but by the second day, everyone got tired of the scenery along the road and returned to normal.

This so-called normal is just being rather depressed, with the word "missing" written all over your face.

It is not true that the ancients were more humane than modern people. They would stab someone with a knife if they wanted to, and would kill someone if they wanted to. At least in modern times, there are laws to control people. In this era when the government is almost non-existent, as long as you are powerful enough, the cost of committing a crime is almost zero. This has led to robberies everywhere, and everyone you meet when you are alone may be a gangster.

Therefore, people attach more importance to separation, as no one knows whether they will see each other again in the rest of their life. Especially for separation involving a long journey, people treat it as the last time they see each other.

Everyone has limited time. Apart from the time for sleeping and working on life, only this much time is left for friends and relatives. Woes and repeated considerations are luxuries that only princes and nobles can have. For ordinary people, usually a few words can decide whether to get married, and a few drinks can decide whether to become sworn brothers.

This seems a bit casual, but it is also the inevitable result of the influence of the environment. Xiao Rong feels that his younger brother is too enthusiastic about him. However, if it were someone else, they would think it is no problem. After all, for Xiao Rong, he knew that he still had a lot of time, but for Xiao Yi, he thought that they might only have ten days, so he would naturally give everything he had to repay the person who helped him.

Xiao Rong sat in the carriage, leaning against his chicken feather pillow, half paralyzed and daydreaming.

He is not good at close relationships.

In modern times, his parents had divorced long ago. After that, he lived in his grandfather's house for a few years and then in his grandmother's house for a few years. Both of his parents were second-generation rich people, which means that both his grandparents' family were first-generation rich people who started from scratch and had serious temperaments.

It cannot be said that he has never experienced what family love is in his life, but the family love in his family is a little indifferent. However, Xiao Rong does not feel sorry for himself. He likes this way of getting along with others. His family has never treated him badly materially, and his parents would ask him on the phone from time to time how he is doing and whether he wants to go out for dinner together.

He was unwilling to study management, and his family never forced him to do so. When he had an accident at school, he insisted on taking a leave of absence, and his family agreed directly, even telling him that it didn't matter if he didn't continue studying in the future.

So Xiao Rong felt that he had lived a good life in the past. He inherited the genes from his parents and was born to be a person who liked to be alone. The happy family scenes that often appeared in New Year advertisements only felt weird to him.

But his solitary life was about to end.

From the moment he accepted the identity document of that poor man named Xiao Rong, Xiao Rong knew that this old man and this child had become his responsibility. This was an era where the country was ruled by one family and filial piety was the way to govern. Family ties were extremely close, and when a person went out, he never represented himself, but a family. Even if the family was very small, they would prosper and suffer together.

Xiao Rong's face looked haggard.

He once again began to wonder how he had ended up in this situation.

Before he could figure out what was going on, the reason came in through the curtain.

The carriage was moving, yet someone could jump on it easily. Xiao Rong was startled and froze. Then he sat up quickly, patted his back, straightened his clothes, and kept himself in a straight sitting position.

Qu Yunmie: “…”

He has seen it all, so what is there to hide?

There is a saying that goes "A gentleman is cautious when alone", which means that a gentleman must remain the same regardless of whether there are people around him or not. Xiao Rong obviously couldn't do it, but he didn't want others to know that he couldn't do it, so he suddenly jumped up like a spring.

The two looked at each other, and Xiao Rong felt a little embarrassed. Qu Yunmie looked at him, then lifted up his clothes and sat down casually.

He picked up the teapot beside him and poured himself a cup of tea. As he poured, he said, "You don't have to be so reserved in front of me. Sit however you want."

Xiao Rong: “…”

I said this as if I still have to thank you.

He was a little unhappy, actually he felt embarrassed: "Then I can't do this in front of others?"

Qu Yunmie picked up the teacup and looked at Xiao Rong. He hesitated for a moment, then asked him incredulously, "Aren't you always afraid of being laughed at by others?"

Xiao Rong: “…………”

He flatly denied it: "Who said that? I'm not afraid!"

Qu Yunmie glanced at him, said nothing, and just lowered his head to drink a sip of tea. ... Xiao Rong was so angry that he was about to die.

He couldn't quarrel with Qu Yunmie, because he was the king and he had to take the lead in respecting him. Therefore, the sulking Xiao Rong could only ignore him and took the dean's sword from the side. He lowered his head angrily and studied the pattern on the scabbard.

Qu Yunmie had not seen this sword since Xiao Rong was abducted. He almost forgot that it existed. When he saw this treasure, his eyes suddenly lit up, and then he praised it in a low voice: "This is a magical weapon."

Xiao Rong's teeth were aching. He had been in the Zhenbei Army for two months and had not received a single compliment from Qu Yunmie. Yet, this sword received such a high evaluation as soon as it appeared.

Xiao Rong curled his lips and said, "Of course, this is made of meteorite iron. It takes three years to make a sword, and every part is polished by the sword master himself. Has your Majesty seen these patterns? This is all gold and silver inlay craftsmanship. There are many kinds of gold and silver inlay. This one is passed down from generation to generation in this master's family. You can't learn it outside."

As for whether it was true or not, Xiao Rong didn't know. Anyway, he was just repeating what the dean had told him.

After listening to it, Qu Yunmie said, "How fast is it?"

Xiao Rong: “…” Straight man.

Xiao Rong looked at the sword in his hand and shook his head: "I don't know either. This sword is not as neatly sharpened as Sen Wan's."

Qu Yunmie was shocked this time: "Not sharpened?!"

Xiao Rong: “…Yeah.”

Qu Yunmie didn't understand: "Why not sharpen the blade?"

Xiao Rong frowned, "Why do I need to sharpen the blade? I am a scholar, not a Confucian scholar like in the past. I still need to learn swordsmanship. This sword was given to me by a mentor I met by chance. Although I have only known him for a short time, this sword is really his favorite. I just want to keep it well and don't want to destroy it."

Qu Yunmie: “…………”

This was truly the most outrageous thing he had ever heard.

He opened his mouth and wanted to scold Xiao Rong. It was a waste to put such a good weapon in his hands. It would be fine if he didn't use it, he could keep it as a family heirloom, but not sharpen it? !

It's simply... such a waste of resources!

You see, this anxiety forced him to use more complicated idioms.