Chapter 85 The Treasure Box is Found
The three people were shocked, but Baoya didn't feel anything at all.
She used fire to ignite the wood, then clapped her hands and stood up: "Okay, isn't it lit?"
Nan Xuan's face was filled with black lines. He rubbed his forehead and said, "It seems that you and Jing Zhen, one is extremely lucky, and the other is extremely unlucky. Only when you put them together can they balance each other out."
"Taking you two in was the right decision!"
If you can light a fire, you can cook.
Nan Xuan skillfully prepared a sumptuous meal, using the tofu, sweet potatoes and bacon brought by Baoya and the others.
He made a dish of Mapo tofu, a dish of candied sweet potato, a dish of stir-fried bamboo shoots with bacon, and steamed millet rice, making four portions.
The unlucky master and disciple who had been hungry for almost two days, plus little Baoya who could eat happily at any time, the three of them ate with relish.
Only Yun Chenglu had just finished lunch and was not hungry, so he only tasted a little of each dish.
Then, after eating and drinking his fill, Nan Xuan finally remembered the important matter. Since he had accepted a disciple, he had to teach him something.
So, he narrowed his eyes, looked at Xiao Baoya and said, "Little girl, why don't you tell me first, what do you want to learn from me?"
"Hmm..." Baoya thought very seriously.
She felt she had finished thinking, so she started counting on her little finger: "There are chestnut cakes, red bean cakes, peach blossom cakes, wild yam and old turtle soup, and today's candied sweet potatoes, mapo tofu, and stir-fried bamboo shoots..."
Nan Xuan:......
Wait, something seems wrong.
"Stop, stop!" He quickly called a halt.
God knows, he is a master, not a cook!
"Isn't that right?" Baoya asked with a silly look of confusion.
"That's definitely not right." Nan Xuan was very sure, "Jingzhen, go get the wooden box next to my bed!"
Jingzhen obediently reached into the bamboo basket, took out a small box, and handed it to him.
Baoya looked at the small box in his hand, and something slowly revived in her mind.
Her little treasure box seemed to still be in the kang hole in the Chen family's firewood room...
As a result, Nan Xuan took out a picture book of martial arts from the box and talked to Bao Ya for a long time, hoping that she would be fascinated by the style of the heroes and become interested in learning martial arts.
When he looked up, the little girl was in a trance.
Jing Zhen, who was standing next to him, also noticed the problem. He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Bao Ya: "What's wrong with you?"
Baoya came back to her senses, shook her head, thought for a moment, and then said, "Brother Xiaojing, Second Brother, Master, what do you think we should do if we forget something at someone else's house and can't just go get it?"
She really didn't dare to knock on Chen's door directly and tell Zhou Cuihua that she wanted to get her own things!
Not only will you not be able to get that thing back, you will also be beaten to death!
"But why are your things in someone else's house?" Jing Zhen was very curious.
But Yun Chenglu had already sensed something: "Baoya, is there something you forgot at Chen's house that you didn't bring with you?"
Baoya nodded dejectedly.
"It's okay, second brother will help you get it!" Yun Chenglu patted his chest, "Second brother is very powerful."
"Just a little kid like you?" Nan Xuan held his chin and looked at him with a smile.
He turned to Baoya again and poked her cheek with his hand: "Tell me, maybe the master can help you."
Bao Ya hesitated for a moment, and Yun Chenglu thought of what she had experienced in the Chen family before, so he spoke directly for her.
Baoya also told Jingzhen and Nanxuan everything about the little treasure box.
Unexpectedly, Nan Xuan's eyes lit up: "How difficult is this? This is a good opportunity! Later, let Jingzhen go with you, it's a good opportunity for him to practice Qinggong!"
It was not until the evening, when Baoya met in the front yard of the Yun family under the cover of Yun Chenglu at the time agreed with Jingzhen, that she understood what Nan Xuan meant.
Jingzhen was wearing a black nightgown and a cloak of the same color. Seeing Baoya still wearing her light pink jacket, he frowned, took off the cloak and wrapped it around her.
Then he reached out and easily held Baoya in his arms with one hand.
Turning to Yun Chenglu, he said, "Don't worry, I will definitely return your sister within an incense stick of time."
After he finished speaking, he pointed his toes, held Baoya in his arms and jumped directly onto the roof. After a few leaps, he disappeared into the night.
Yun Chenglu stared with eyes wide open, this... this must be the legendary hero!
He must learn calligraphy well! He must become Nanxuan's disciple as soon as possible and become a hero like Jingzhen!
On the other side, Jingzhen easily jumped into the Chen family's yard with Baoya in his arms.
After all, Baoya had been here for more than two years and was very familiar with the place. She put her arm around Jingzhen's neck and showed him the way.
The two of them pushed the door open quietly and entered the woodshed. The dust blowing in their faces almost made Jingzhen cough.
In the moonlight, he saw that the woodshed was dirty and dilapidated, with only a damp, broken earthen kang.
The window paper was torn and the wind was leaking in. Half of the woodshed was filled with dry firewood. It was not a place to live at all.
When he thought of what Yun Chenglu said during the day, that Baoya used to live here, he felt upset.
How could anyone be so cruel as to let a little girl live in a place like this?
"Do you remember where you put your things?" Jingzhen asked in a low voice.
Baoya nodded and pointed to the hole in the earthen kang: "In there."
Because it was inconvenient to move while holding Baoya, Jingzhen gently put Baoya down, lit a fire starter, asked Baoya to hold it, and then he began to try to reach out and dig the hole in the kang.
However, the kang hole has been blocked by something...
Jingzhen tried to reach out and dig it out, but he couldn't. It was caused by grinding with mud.
He looked up, and the little girl's eyes were red.
"You... don't cry," he raised his hand and pinched Baoya's little face, "Stand away, I have a way."
Baoya nodded obediently, stepped back a few steps, and stood in the innermost corner.
Jingzhen pulled out a slender soft sword from his waist. The sword was very flexible and had been wrapped around his waist before.
"Wait a minute, we might have to run right away," he turned to look at Baoya and said firmly, "Don't be afraid, don't make a sound, I'll hold you."
Baoya covered her mouth with her little hands and nodded hard.
Jingzhen felt relieved, held his breath, raised his sword, and chopped it down towards the hole in the kang.
This soft sword is called Broken Dust. It is sharp and flexible, and can cut iron like mud. Nan Xuan got it from a god who specializes in making weapons in his early years. It is very precious.
After accepting him as his disciple, he passed on the Shattered Dust to him.
Baoya only felt a flash of white light before her eyes, and then there was a loud crack, and the kang actually cracked!
In the dark kang hole, the old little wooden box lay quietly, having been waiting for her for a long, long time.
Jingzhen reached out and took out the small wooden box, stuffing it into Baoya's arms: "See if the things are still there."
Baoya opened the box and saw a yellow jade pendant and an old silver hairpin inside.
She bit her lip and looked up at Jingzhen happily: "They are all here, not lost!"
"Okay," Jingzhen pinched the little tuft on her head and picked her up, "Then let's go."
As he finished speaking, Zhou Cuihua's impatient voice suddenly rang out from outside.
"Why is there such a big noise in the middle of the night?"
"What a ghost! There's no thunder or rain!"
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