Chapter 57
He He asked the little goblin to "confess the truth."
After exchanging glances with He He for a moment, they agreed: "Is this the necessary procedure for finding my mother?"
He He nodded seriously: "Yes." He wanted to know why Lingxi chose to find him. Considering the old man's hint last night, he was afraid that she had known something for a long time and deliberately didn't tell him.
At this moment, He He really believed that the old man was a half-immortal. He He recalled that when he was a child, his grandfather always took him to do some inexplicable things.
For example, he bought a wooden fish from a fake antique dealer at a high price, and then insisted on taking the wood to the river and releasing it.
For example, the old man's study is renovated every once in a while, adding some things and removing some things. Although he is the only one in the room, you can occasionally hear the sound of him talking to someone.
I'm afraid the old man is dealing with these monsters.
Looking closely, He He's expression was still a little stiff, and he was obviously still afraid when communicating with Lingxi.
But he forced himself to overcome his fear and accept the supernatural existence around him. It was not because he was crazy, but because he wanted to understand the old man's affairs and perhaps find a way to see him again.
Looking back now, he actually knew very little about the old man.
All I know is that his grandfather adopted him from an orphanage, so he has a home and relatives. Although the old man is sometimes unreliable, sometimes neurotic, and sometimes called a weirdo by some people behind his back, he is very good to him. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a true blood relative.
I hope it’s not too late to learn about the old man’s past now.
Hearing He He's affirmative answer, Lingxi stroked the hilt of the sword, and after a moment, he slowly said: "I am..."
"Excuse me for interrupting." He He laughed dryly and suggested, "Don't use 'I' and 'You'. It makes my head hurt. Use modern, concise language. You know, the you, me, and him."
Lingxi frowned. He He had already prepared to squat down with his head in his hands and raise the flag to surrender. Unexpectedly, a moment later, the sword spirit's clear voice rang out clearly, speaking standard Mandarin:
"Lingxi, Qiansui, I can't remember the specifics, race, leader of all weapons, you don't need to use honorifics."
As he spoke, Lingxi placed the sword on the table, and stretched out his hand to push it forward, letting He He look at it.
It turns out that the little ancestor has been carrying his real body with him all the time, and just stepped on it.
He He's gaze fell on the ancient longsword, and he thought, "Why do I feel like...your true form looks a little familiar?"
Lingxi: "I said, I have lived here for five years and waited for you for five years." Lingxi raised her hand and pointed to the study.
Following the open door of the study, He He saw the empty wall where an ancient sword was hanging.
"So it's you." The gentleman on the wall.
"But why do I remember that sword wasn't called Kumogakure?"
Hearing the word "Yunyin", Lingxi's long eyelashes trembled violently. She did not explain immediately, but continued to answer according to the order of He He's previous questions:
"When I met He Youqian, he was already on his last legs."
He He: "Sorry to interrupt again, it's Youxian, not Youqian."
Lingxi: "I have money."
Still a sword with an accent.
"You come with me... Never mind, it's up to you." He He originally wanted to say that you should call me grandpa together, but he changed his mind and gave up. Although the man in front of him looked young, he was actually an old antique. It was hard to say who was grandpa.
He He raised his hand and gestured: "Please continue."
Lingxi: "I asked Youqian to help me find my mother, but Youqian was old and couldn't walk very far. At that time, there were also companions who were more anxious than me, so Youqian told me to wait five years."
"When your Yin-Yang eyes open and you can see us, you will help me."
Seeing that He He didn't say anything, Lingxi confirmed, "You will help me, right?"
The child's hand directly grasped the hilt of the sword, and the uncontrollable sword energy emanated, causing the temperature in the room to drop.
This is definitely a threat.
He He's eyes twitched. "Don't be so cold. I didn't say I don't care. The problem is, I don't know your mother. How can I help you?"
What else can I do if the old man makes random promises?
He inherited the old man's surname, so he had to complete the task for others. Otherwise, what if the old man became a dishonest ghost in the underworld and it affected his reincarnation in the next life?
After getting He He's assurance, Lingxi's coldness was instantly dispelled, and a smile appeared on her tense little face for the first time. The two dimples on her chubby face looked quite cute.
I don't know if he watched some messed up soap opera when he was with the old man, but when he spoke, he directly gave He He a good guy card: "Thank you, haha, you are a good person."
The good man He He said with an awkward yet polite smile: "Tell me about your mother."
"Yeah!" The chubby-faced man nodded heavily, his spirits suddenly brightening. At this time, He He had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter, and was ready to listen to the story with great interest.
Seeing the curiosity on He He's face, Lingxi couldn't help but sit up straighter, puffed out her small chest, and spoke proudly:
"Clouds hide on the horizon, the wind is clear on the river tide. My mother is the famous sword Yunyin. She is the most beautiful sword in the world, and also the swiftest, sharpest, and most... In short, she is the best sword in the world."
He He added silently in his heart: The self-proclaimed number one in the children’s hearts.
He He: "I still don't understand the relationship between you and your mother. Your name is Lingxi, but the name written on the hilt is your mother's name, Yunyin?"
Lingxi: "I wonder if you have heard of the Mother-Child Sword. My mother and I are of one mind and one body. Yunyin is in the front, leading the attack, and Lingxi is behind, killing anyone who sees me. Lingxi is my mother's shadow, and the shadow follows me wherever I go. As long as my mother knows of Lingxi's existence, that's all that matters."
Lingxi sighed slightly, tilted her head, and looked at He He helplessly: "Such a simple truth, you still don't understand."
He He smoothed the wrinkles on his notebook and replied while writing on the paper without looking up: "I understand. You and your son are quite sinister."
There is a sword hidden within a sword. When the opponent thinks the outcome is decided, the two swords appear in the sword body and mess with the opponent's mentality. Isn't that the Xiaoyin Sword?
Lingxi: "..."
Lingxi looked at He He silently, but the body on the table began to tremble, the sword energy scattered again, and the temperature in the room dropped sharply again, which was better than the cooling air from the air conditioner.
He always threatens people, and Grandpa Xiong Jian's child has a bad temper.
He He: "Hearing your description, I can imagine that your mother must be a great and beautiful sword that everyone covets. Tell me your story again, and also, how did you get separated, and how can I help you find her?"
Just as He He guessed, when the child mentioned his mother, his expression changed in an instant, and his whole body was covered with little flowers that said "My mother is the best in the world."
He He turned the pen and blew the hair on his forehead: Haha, even if it is a thousand-year-old sword spirit, its mind is still very simple, and it is still easily controlled by despicable humans.
[The thousand-year-old sword spirit baby is so cute. 】
[Blade and Soul are good, humans are bad! ]
[Hehe, now I really look like a weird uncle who kidnaps children, ahahaha.]
Without hesitation, Lingxi offered another string of praise for his mother: "Mother taught me swordsmanship, mother taught me to hone myself, mother taught me to kill... well."
He He raised his hand to cover Lingxi's mouth, and cold sweat almost broke out on his head: "Little ancestor, we are now in a society ruled by law, so we can't talk nonsense. Not to mention people, it's even afraid of sharks!"
"A pair of iron handcuffs, and you'll never see your mother again in your life."
Lingxi glanced at He He and suddenly said, "I forgot to mention that when Youqian brought me back, I had already been killing fish for ten years in the hands of that butcher."
He He thought to himself, why are you still playing a joke? But he subconsciously replied, "Is your heart colder than the sword in your hand? No, your heart is as cold as the sword."
"Alas..." Lingxi suddenly sighed, raised her little hand and patted He He's shoulder, her eyes seemed to be pitying the little fool: "I have already retired from the underworld. Don't worry, I won't hurt innocent people at will."
"By the way, there's a row of modern legal encyclopedias on the shelf in Youqian's study. I think your ideas are a bit dangerous. You need to read and memorize them carefully to avoid making mistakes."
He He always felt insulted when being taught by an antique sword spirit to learn magic.
Facts have proved that the age difference is indeed an insurmountable gap.
He He closed the notebook with a "snap", stood up, and decided to send the little ancestor away immediately.
"Tell me where your mother is. I will help you reunite now."
Lingxi: "I don't know."
He He: "Say it again?"
Lingxi looked up at He He with her innocent little face: "I don't know."
He He: "Then you want me to take you to see your mother?"
Lingxi nodded and said confidently: "Yes, it's because I don't know where my mother is that I need human help."
What you said seems to make sense...but what?
He He carefully probed: "Well, you and your son must have telepathy, right? Can you determine the approximate location?"
"Of course, I'm my mother's good child." Lingxi held her head high and chest puffed out under He He's expectant gaze: "I know my mother is waiting for me to find her somewhere in this city!"
He He: "Anything else?"
Lingxi: "No."
He He: "But the city is so big - I can't knock on every door to look for it for you, right?"
Lingxi's eyes lit up: "It's a good idea to search every house. Today is worse than tomorrow. Let's set off immediately."
He He: "..." I dare say, you actually dare to believe such unreliable advice?
However, when he met the child's bright and eager eyes, He He swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
【People who say hehe are quite nice. 】
【Hard-mouthed but soft-hearted, haha. 】
"Well, don't worry, I'll think of a better way." Not to mention that he is still a student, even if he is not, you can't ask everyone if there is a monster in your house, right?
"Why? I think your idea is great. I'm impressed by you. You're smart, even smarter than being rich. You're even better than your teacher. Let's get going."
In order to get He He to help find his mother, the sword spirit who was brave and dedicated to killing actually began to praise He He for his intelligence against his will.
He He: "Thank you." It would be better to just scold him directly.
"First, going door to door, regardless of whether they're willing to cooperate, would be incredibly inefficient. Do you know the population of this huge city? The last census counted 20 million. Even if we were to run ourselves to death, it would still take years to count. And that's even if I didn't eat, drink, or go to school."
"You know, I'm still a student and I have to take the college entrance exam. I'm willing to help you, but it can't affect my normal life. Summer vacation is coming soon. My plan is to come up with a more effective and feasible method to narrow the scope. During the summer vacation, we will take action and try to help you find your mother within a summer."
After a moment of silence, Lingxi nodded: "Okay, I believe you."
He He couldn't help but rub the top of Jian Ling's head: "Why are you so easy to talk to?"
Lingxi blinked: "A few years is indeed too long."
He He felt that the child must have other reasons, but the child was unwilling to say, so he did not continue to ask.
During the weekends, He He locked himself at home, thinking about and making plans, while Jian Ling was beside him, occasionally telling He He some things he had just recalled about himself and his mother.
As I get older, my memory isn’t very good and it takes a long time for me to recall the past.
He He was too tired to complain, and confirmed once again that Lingxi was a complete idiot. He didn't know where he got so many words to describe her. He could play the same words all afternoon without repeating himself. He was really amazing.
"Lao He, Lao He, open the door."
Mao Erha's loud voice rang out outside. He He, feeling guilty, said to Lingxi, "Hide in the closet quickly. Don't let Silly Mao see you, okay?"
Otherwise, how to explain the sudden appearance of a child in his family and then being regarded as a bad guy who kidnapped children.
Lingxi sat calmly on the sofa, wiping the sword with a clean white cloth: "Except for you, no one else can see mine."
After letting Mao Weining into the house, Mao Weining rubbed his arms and said, "Haha, how high is your air conditioner? It's so cold, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"
He He: "Haha."
Mao Erha didn't know what luck he had. There were so many places to sit, but he chose the place where Lingxi was sitting and almost sat on the little ancestor.
Lingxi was sitting behind Mao Erha at this moment. He put away the white cloth, replaced it with a sword-grinding stone, and started sharpening his knife.
Judging from the posture, Mao Erha is almost treated as a fish on the chopping board, and the next step is to scrape off the scales.
He is indeed a ruthless killer who has been killing fish for ten years.
[Lingxi: Is it you, Mao Erha, who is getting carried away, or is it me, Lingxi, who can no longer hold the knife?]
【Hahahaha burp.】
After sending away Mao Erha, who believed ignorance is bliss, before going to bed at night, He He took the small notebook and said to Lingxi confidently, "Ling, let's go find your mother tomorrow."
Lingxi:?
He He snorted, "I think we've been overthinking things. You're Gu Jian, but because everyone who's seen you is dead, no one has left any stories about you. That's why you were buried in a small fishing village, working as a fish butcher for ten years."
Telepathy:
This joke can't be overcome, right?
"Ahem." He He coughed lightly. "Let's get back to the point. According to what you said, your mother was a famous soldier. I just checked online and actually found some rumors about your mother."
Although it is not as awesome as Lingxi boasted, the fact that there is a story passed down is enough to show how powerful the Yunyin Sword is.
"A sword like this would surely be recognized by someone with discerning eyes. If it were to appear in the world, it would surely be cherished."
"If you ask where we have the most cultural relics, it must be the museum."
"According to my analysis, your mother is most likely waiting for you to find her in the museum. I'll make an appointment and buy the tickets right away, and we'll go to her house tomorrow to give her a surprise."
Lingxi: "Haha, you are so smart!"
He He: "Ouch, I've been looking up information all day and my shoulder hurts a little. What's going on?"
Lingxi was very understanding. She immediately stood behind He He, raised her hands and started massaging He He, and asked considerately: "Haha, is this strength okay?"
He He: "Well, a little to the left, yes, like this."
He He closed his eyes and enjoyed the service of the little ancestor. He thought to himself that no wonder the old man liked to have him massage his shoulders when he was a child. It was quite comfortable.
He has to go to the museum tomorrow, and the transportation and tickets will cost money. He is an orphan, and although his grandfather left him some inheritance, he still has to budget his monthly expenses carefully.
He took the little sword spirit on a long journey to find his mother at his own expense. He did not expect any material rewards from the mother and son. It was not too much to ask the child to give him a back massage as a reward.
The first episode of "Zi Bu Yu" comes to an end with He He and Ling Xi imagining their reunion tomorrow.
[The episode ended so quickly, I still haven’t seen enough. 】
[Ahhh, after hearing Little Lingxi brag about his mother, I really can't wait to see Yunyin's peerless and beautiful sword.]
[Luckily, it's three episodes in a row, otherwise I'd be cursing if it got stuck here.]
Watching the first episode, it felt lighthearted and bright, and I couldn't help but laugh. Huan Tiantian, please keep it up! I really love this relaxed, fresh, and everyday style with a touch of warmth between the lines.
Audiences have seen everyday-style films and the mother-star films shot by Director Huan, but they have never thought that these two seemingly incompatible people and things can collide to create a new story.
Ancient artifacts have spirits and can see Yin and Yang.
One setting cleverly combines the two, and under the conflict between ancient and modern times, it leads the audience into the fairy tale compiled by the director.
While the audience was praising Director Huan's creative ideas, film critics were also writing furiously during the breaks between commercials.
Even the more professional film critics couldn't help but admire Director Huan's brilliant ideas.
"No wonder he can become a great director." But I can only be a film critic who analyzes the film afterwards.
The difference is probably as great as a well-functioning brain.
Compared to amateur audiences, film critics think more deeply. After one episode ends, some people have roughly deduced the main plot of the entire film and television series through the director's few words -
The whole drama should revolve around the male protagonist getting to know the spirits of the weapons and helping them fulfill their wishes.
The first spirit's wish is to reunite with his mother, and the first thread of the story is family affection.
The film is labeled "healing", healing the spirit of the instrument, and perhaps also healing the hearts of the audience.
Some film critics also wrote down the keyword "Grandpa" in their notebooks.
There is a lot of information in the grandfather’s previous lines, and there is still room for exploration. The male protagonist and his grandfather have a deep relationship, and the grandfather also said that the two will meet again in the future.
"I don't know how Director Huan will arrange this. Could it be that Grandpa can also become a weapon spirit? Director Huan won't do anything big, will he? I'm not sure, let's wait and see."
The commercial ends and the second episode begins.
On Sunday, early in the morning, the male protagonist took Lingxi out.
Lingxi's original ancient sword was wrapped in cloth by the male protagonist and carried on his back, and Lingxi became He He's back spirit.
"Xiao He, where are you going so early? Come and have some buns, they smell so good right out of the pot."
Passing by a breakfast shop at the corner of the street, the chubby owner took the initiative to greet He He. He He smiled and declined the owner's kindness: "Thank you, uncle. I had breakfast this morning. I'm going to visit the museum today. I'll leave first."
"Have a good visit, and be careful on Xiaohe Road."
On the bus, He He gave up his seat to a child. He started by doing good deeds early in the morning. Lingxi tilted her head and was about to give He He the good guy card again when she received a threatening look from He He.
Lingxi blinked, spoke, and continued to tell He He the story of him and his mother.
He He didn't care that she couldn't respond to Lingxi outside, and she just shared the story of mother and son bravely traveling the world.
What about "Once Yunyin appears, who can compete with him in the world?", "Whoever gets Yunyin gets the world?", "Seven times in and seven times out, he challenges the Sword Sect single-handedly and is invincible"...
He He almost couldn't control his flustered expression. What the hell is this? The more he talks, the more outrageous it becomes. It's just a mashup of stories like the He Shi Bi, the Heaven Sword and the Dragon Slaying Sword, etc.
Children’s mouths are deceiving!
But Lingxi became more and more excited as he talked, and he never stopped talking all the way.
"Dear passengers, we've arrived at the City Museum stop." When the bus arrived at the stop, He He finally couldn't help but speak after getting off the bus:
"Ling, tell me the truth, are you nervous?"
Lingxi raised her little face and looked at He He, her lips pursed, but her cheeks turned a little red.
[Oh, let alone this angle, Lingling's jawline is quite nice. He will definitely be a handsome guy when he grows up.]
[Who should I call Lingling? I should call Lingye (ye), dog head.]
He He suppressed his laughter, raised his hand and rubbed Lingxi's head, then changed the position of the ancient sword on his back and held it in his arms:
"It's okay. I'll hold you. If you want to cry but are afraid of being embarrassed, you can secretly wipe your tears and snot on me."
Lingxi stepped forward and tugged at He He's sleeve: "Haha, if you find your mother, you will return me, right?"
It turns out that the little guy just thought of the key to the problem now.
He He deliberately looked Lingxi up and down before revealing a devilish smile: "That's right, if Lingxi is successfully matched with your mother, her value will skyrocket. She won't be an ordinary fish-killing sword, but a famous soldier 1/2, hehehe."
Lingxi met He He's evil gaze and finally couldn't help but tear up. Just as she was about to cry, He He quickly said:
"Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. A gentleman loves money but earns it in a proper way. Don't worry, when the time comes, I'll donate you in your grandfather's name so you can be reunited with your mother."
"Oh, don't be upset. I'm not lying to you. You are the old man's legacy. If I dare to sell you for money, the old man will climb up and beat me to death, believe it or not."
He He pulled the little sword spirit's face and said, "Smile, quickly."
Lingxi finally burst into laughter, and He He also smiled with his eyes curved.
Then, He He heard a conversation between a young couple not far away: "Honey, let's go over there. That person is a bit strange. It's not illegal for a mentally ill person to hit someone."
He He: “…”
To others, it must have been quite strange for him to squat in the open space, holding a stick in his arms, talking to himself, and laughing from time to time.
Grandpa has been misunderstood like this before, right?
He He stood up and dodged his feet, then called Lingxi: "Come on, let's go in."
Lingxi nodded excitedly, then became nervous again: "Haha, will mother be here?"
He He comforted her, "I can only say there's a chance, but even if he's not there, it's okay. There are three museums in the city, and we'll try to visit all of them today."
"Lingling Qi, let's go!"
"Lingxi! It's Lingxi!"
"Okay, 007."
"Bad! I'm going to tell my mother that you bullied me!"
"Telling tales is shameful. We elementary school students don't do that anymore."
"Oh, then I won't tell Mother."
"Pfft, Lingling, you're so naive."
"Haha, you're bullying me again! Believe it or not, I'll shake someone off."
"Shh, no noise in the museum...whoosh." He He stood stiffly in the middle of the venue, his eyes wide in disbelief.
Under the mask, He He opened and closed his mouth, sobbing, "Ling, who were you talking about? Could it be... them?"
Lingxi and He He looked forward together. The museum in their eyes was completely different from that in the eyes of ordinary people - bizarre, fantastic and chaotic.
Most of the cultural relics lie quietly in the exhibition hall, with light balls representing spirituality floating up and down above them.
There are also a few spirits that can transform into human form like telepathy.
In front of a set of armor unearthed from an ancient battlefield, the general stood with a sword in his hand. He had been a soldier all his life and was still guarding the mountains and rivers that belonged to him across time.
In the unfolded scroll, the scholar in white clothes paints the same scenery over and over again in the ink-colored landscape.
There are also blue and white porcelain bottles, with peonies blooming beautifully in the azure mist.
The gears of time rotate, and the Yin-Yang Eyes travel through the long river, becoming the most precious gift between heaven and earth, allowing one to glimpse the depth and magnificence of the universe at a glance.
After a while, He He finally found his voice and said in a hoarse voice: "All things have spirits."
【All things have spirits!!!】
[Oh my god, so shocking.]
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