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You must not know Fan Xilin. Fan Xilin, a children's literature writer, has super good-looking martial arts novels. His books include The Tree of Kung Fu, The Sword of the Third Young Master (I have this book) and Finger Gate. The following is his article: hide the sword Stone.

On the beach outside the village, there is a big bluestone as big as an elephant, with a round head and a round brain, like an elephant. Rich and smooth, no gaps in the whole body.

One day, a stranger was walking by the river, and when he saw this big bluestone, he couldn't help but feel excited and said, "This stone has an extraordinary temperament, and there must be a treasure hidden in it."

He went to the big bluestone, flicked his fingers, listened for a long time, and then said, "The clanging sound is the sound of a sword. There is a sword hidden in the stone, a sword of chinese odyssey! "

This incident happened to be heard by the villagers who were fishing at the seaside, and it spread after they returned to the village. Most people in the village don't think so. They think this stone is round and there is no gap. How can a sword be hidden? But some people think: since there is such a saying, you might as well listen to it, and maybe you can make a big profit from it! Then, someone carved three words on the big bluestone: "hide the sword Stone".

Sure enough, it didn't take long for someone to hear about it and specially came here from the provincial capital. They bought the big stone without saying anything.

The villagers saw that Mr. Huangfu, the provincial capital, was well dressed and spoke frankly. He must be a rich man, so a lion opened his mouth and said, "This stone is the treasure of our village. According to the calculation of 220 taels of silver per household, the village 150 households, the total * * * is exactly 3200, and there is not a penny left! "

Mr. Huangfu agreed without hesitation: "OK, but I have 1,200 pieces of silver on me. I will send it when I go back and raise all the money."

A few days later, Mr. Huangfu really came here in a big ship. He paid enough money, hired dozens of people to load the big bluestone on the boat and left.

It took Mr. Huangfu a lot of time to finally transport this big bluestone to his Mingjian Villa.

It turns out that this Mr. Huangfu is a man who loves swords. He also practiced fencing for a while when he was young, but he didn't become a great swordsman. But this does not prevent him from being obsessed with swords. Over the years, he almost exhausted all his family wealth, collected 36 good swords and hid them in his famous Sword Villa.

But unfortunately, none of these swords can be called chinese odyssey. This made him feel uneasy and ashamed all the time, so when he heard that there was such a stone and there was a sword in it, he decided that it must be his dream sword. So he was determined to get this sword.

Therefore, he sold twelve good swords, raised 3200 silver and bought hide the sword Stone. He also sold twelve good swords, hired a big ship, and transported the stones to his villa in the Ming Dynasty and put them in the middle of the courtyard of the villa in the Ming Dynasty. He invited a dozen first-class masons to cut open the big stone and find out the hidden sword.

With the efforts of more than a dozen masons, the big bluestone was cut in half in a few days. A few days later, from two to four, then from four to eight, from eight to sixteen, from sixteen to thirty-two. ...

After more than a month, the elephant-like bluestone became 256 bluestone strips two feet long and one foot wide. However, it is extremely disappointing that the sword has never been found.

The masons were exhausted and Mr. Huangfu was extremely depressed. Because the general sword is three feet long, now the big bluestone has been cut into two feet long and one foot wide stone strips. If there was a sword in it, it would have appeared long ago.

"I'm afraid it's nothing to hide the sword in this stone. It's deceptive."

Now even Mr. Huangfu himself is beginning to doubt it. I was taken in. There is no sword in this stone.

To make matters worse, the money for selling 24 good swords has now been used up. No way, the exhausted masons dispersed separately, and the project to find hide the sword Stone was empty.

Mr. Huangfu looked at the 256 bluestones lined up in the yard, only sighing and chagrin. In desperation, he turned these bluestones into a wall and ignored them.

Soon, Mr. Huangfu died, and his son Huangfu brothers inherited Mingjian Villa. When he saw this useless stone wall covered with moss in the yard, his heart couldn't help moving. Of course, he knows the origin of these two-foot-long and one-foot-wide bluestones. He suspects that the sword hidden here is not a three-foot sword, but a dagger, a delicate dagger. For example, the famous fish intestine sword is said to be less than a foot, which can be hidden in the stomach of a braised fish, but its sharpness can pierce seven layers of armor, so it is a good sword that is hard to buy.

If it's such a dagger, it's more than enough to hide it in this two-foot long and one-foot wide bluestone strip.

Thought of here, he can't help but get excited. So, he sold the remaining twelve good swords in Mingjian Villa, and used the money to hire a few capable masons to tear down the stone strips on this wall one by one.

After working for three months, the original bluestone strips two feet long and one foot wide have all been cut into small stones three inches square. However, to his consternation, where is the shadow of the dagger?

Brother Huangfu, who had been busy for nothing, had to sigh: "Dad, you suffered from this stone, and I also suffered from this stone. Now, Mingjian Mountain Villa doesn't even have a sword! "

What's the use of running out of money and scattered masons and pebbles all over the floor?

In desperation, the depressed Brother Huangfu had to lay them in the yard as paving stones.

However, Huang, the only son of Huang's brother, refused to stop there: "Dad, why don't you look among these small stones?"

Brother Huangfu looked at his son, who was shoulder-high with a wry smile. "Silly boy, where did you get the sword on such a small stone?"

"Dad, let me find it. Maybe there will be one inside! "

"But there are so many small stones that you have to knock one by one, and you have to knock many times!" Brother Huangfu doesn't believe that his son can suffer so much, and thinks it's just a child's impulse.

Bao Xiao is doing this.

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Many blood bubbles, large and small, broke out on his hand, and the blood bubbles became calluses, and his face was scratched with many blood cuts by flying stone chips. Under the scorching sun, he is knocking at the door; He is still knocking at the door in the cold wind; Even when it rains heavily, he holds an umbrella with one hand and knocks on the door with the other.

A few months passed, and half of the bluestones in the yard were broken by him; Half a year passed, and two-thirds of the blue stones were smashed into stone chips. But I still didn't find anything valuable except stone chips or stone chips.

"Come on, kid, obviously there won't be any swords here!" Boss Huangfu was distressed by his son and repeatedly persuaded him.

However, Huang Xiaobao, who is getting stronger and stronger, refused to listen and stubbornly said, "Dad, I tell you, I won't give up or stop until I break the last piece!"

Finally, only the last piece of bluestone was left in the yard.

With a bang, the hammer fell, and the yellow eyes lit up: the blue stone was broken, and a shiny thing the size of a needle tip was embedded in the stone that split in half; If you hammer down again, this half stone will break into several pieces, and shiny things will appear and peel off as a whole.

It's a small sword!

A thick and long sword!

But the hilt, lattice and body are ready-made, angular and exquisite. It is really a sword!

"Dad, I found it, I found it!" HuangFuXiaobao carefully holding the small sword, shouted excitedly.

Although the sword is small, it shines brightly. When it turns slightly in the palm of your hand, it will glow with layers of threats in generate.

Brother Huangfu was excited to see that his son really found a sword in the stone, but he was disappointed to see that the sword was only as big as a sewing needle: "How useful can such a small sword be?"

Words just say that finish, I saw the small sword in Bao Xiao's hand suddenly disappeared. Take a closer look, not good. This small sword has reached the palm of Bao Xiao's hand. You can clearly see that it is buried in the flesh of the palm, but you can't touch it.

This startled the father and son: "How did this happen? How can this work? "

However, although it is in the flesh, Bao Xiao doesn't feel pain at all. His palm moves freely without any discomfort, as if the sword has been integrated with the flesh on the palm.

What the hell is going on here?

The story spread quickly. Many swordsmen came here specially to have a look after hearing about this incident, but no one could tell why this little sword was buried in their hands.

Until seven days later, a Taoist priest came. The Taoist priest looks dignified and elegant, only in his forties, but his shawl is as white as snow. Brother Huangfu is a man of insight. I can see at a glance that she is not an ordinary person and greets respectfully.

"Good sword, good sword!" The Taoist priest looked at Bao Xiao's small sword and nodded approvingly.

"Teacher, what's good about this sword?" Any suspection.i brother asked quickly.

The Taoist priest took out a handful of copper coins and said to Bao Xiao, "Did you see it, son? Then I threw them out, and you had an idea in your heart, sword, sword, split them in half! Remember? "

"Remember!" Bao Xiao nodded and watched the Taoist priest's every move attentively.

"Wow!" The Taoist waved her big sleeve, and the handful of copper coins flew into the air like scattered flowers. I saw Bao Xiao raise his head and move his hand. A white light immediately from the fingertips, direct into the air. Just for an instant, the white light disappeared, and all the copper coins thrown to the ground with a swirl were separated from the middle and turned into two petals.

"This, this is how to return a responsibility?" Brother Huangfu was very surprised.

"This is the little sword in your son's hand." Taoist Kan Kan spoke again. "This little sword, this is a unique secret method used by a swordsman with profound martial arts. It took decades to learn from the bright brilliance of the sun and the moon, and then condensed into a sword called the sun and the moon crossing the mountain. On his deathbed, he deliberately hid his sword in a boulder. Although it is only the size of a needle, it is immeasurable in power and extremely sharp. Because it is condensed from the sun and the moon, it is tangible and has no quality, so it is hidden in the flesh of your palm, but you have no feeling. "

"But why does it fly out when I move my mind and split the copper coins in the air?" Bao Xiao asked curiously.

"Because this sword is very spiritual and human, it won't be found until you knock on the last small stone. Now, since it can be hidden in the palm of your hand, it is that it has willingly recognized you as the master, and has been obedient to you since then. Within a hundred feet, freedom is like lightning. It is really an invincible sword! " The Taoist priest said this sentence with emotion, "This is also the fate between you and this sword. It is your persistence and belief that moved it!" " ! But there is a saying, you must remember that this sword is the condensation of the sun and the moon, and it is the aboveboard crystallization. It can only be used for good, not for bad. Remember, remember! "

With these words, the Taoist priest suddenly turned around, and in a blink of an eye, she arrived at the gate of Zhuang. When the suspection.i father and son chased her out, she was gone, and there was no time to ask, what was her name, where she came from, and how she knew all this.

Since then, Mingjian Villa has become a veritable Mingjian Villa because of such a magical sword.

Diamond blade: 1. Three knives on Shengli street

This is an old street in Yangzhou, an ancient city in the early years of the Republic of China. Its name is very loud, called Shengli Street.

The streets are paved with long bluestone strips, which have been polished by countless years and have been as smooth as a mirror. On both sides are bungalows made of hemp bricks and white ash. The houses are very old and the eaves are very short, as if an old weather-beaten man were struggling to bow his back. From time to time, the shop can hear a tinkling knock on the door, and some tinkling ironware is hung under the eaves facing the street. There are also stalls at the door, and the shiny ironware is neatly placed on the stalls.

These ironware are just knives.

Most of the shops in Shengli Street are front shops and back shops. The iron shop in front sells knives, and the workshop in the back fights knives. These knives are all Yangzhou three knives: "kitchen knife, razor, pedicure knife.

Speaking of Yangzhou three knives, it is world-famous. This is because since ancient times, Yangzhou chefs, hairdressers and pedicure masters are the best.

The world is very big, but wherever you go, you can see the restaurants in Yangzhou. This is because in the Qing Dynasty, Emperor Kangxi and Emperor Qianlong were addicted to Yangzhou cuisine and ordered it everywhere they went. As a result, the signboard of Yangzhou chef was hung all over the world.

Of course, a good cook can't do without a good kitchen knife. Take the "eight-treasure dried silk" in Yangzhou famous dishes as an example. A palm-sized piece of dried bean curd is cut like the wind with a 998 1 knife, and the cut dried bean curd is as thin as silk, even like hair, and the needle can thread the needle. To cut such dried tofu, you must use a kitchen knife in Shengli Street. The kitchen in Desheng Street has a sharp and heavy blade, which cuts cattle bones without digging holes, and kills chickens and ducks without blood.

It is said that the barber shop business didn't flourish until the Qing Dynasty. In the north and south of the great river, nine out of ten hairdressers are from Yangzhou, and one is the son-in-law of Yangzhou hairdresser, though not from Yangzhou. Yangzhou barber pays attention to the sum of all his property, no more or less, just two catties, thirteen, twenty-four cents and five cents. This figure implies that the hairdressers in Yangzhou have visited the "Second Beijing", "Thirteen Provinces", "Four Seas" and "Five Lakes". The most important one is the razor.

A razor used by the technical secondary school of Liangjiang Governor's Office for Li's hairdresser has been used for 50 years, and it has never been sharpened, but it is still broken and unstoppable. The back of the knife is engraved with the words "Ji Xu of Shengli Street", which is of course a good skill of the barber, but it also shows that the razor of Shengli Street is really good in steel fire and sharp in blade.

As for pedicure knife, that's a unique skill. The pedicure master's craft is to pass on from son to son, from generation to generation. It is used to embed fingers, dig corns, peel old skin, rub acupoints on the soles of feet, and cure all diseases, thanks to the handle pedicure knife in his hand. The longest knife is only six inches, and the widest knife is only over an inch. A set of 36 knives, with a flat head like a spear and a sharp point like a needle. They have different shapes and different uses and technologies. Pedicure knife in Shengli Street, steel-blue hilt, discerning blade. It doesn't take much effort to carve through three layers of dry cowhide. Pay attention to soaking in water for 99 days, and there is no rust spot when fishing. A set of pedicure knife can often be done for generations.

In a word, the three knives in Shengli Street are the best. Not only chefs, hairdressers and pedicurists in Yangzhou travel all over the world, but also people who always want to make a difference in these fields always come all the way to Shengli Street in Yangzhou and respectfully choose a set of satisfactory knives. For many years, Shengli Street, which is less than 100 feet long, has been very prosperous, with a constant flow of people from morning till night.

However, just as people in Shengli Street were busy spending the third Dragon Boat Festival after the Qing Dynasty changed to the Republic of China, a strange-looking man came to Shengli Street.

2. Who is the opponent of Japanese Dao?

This man is not tall, wearing a fine silk robe and jacket, a dark black wide-brimmed hat and a pair of shiny leather shoes. None of this is surprising. What makes people feel dazzling and uncomfortable is a lock of beard left under his nose, which is square, like a short brush hair, just like the aggressive old man's beard in Oriental Ren Dan advertisements posted on the street in recent years. His eyes were hidden under the brim of his hat, and they were as cold as an eagle. When he stared at them, he could not help shivering.

Now he went to the door of the first shop at the east end of Shengli Street, looked up and glanced at the knives on the stall and asked, "Are these knives all right?" His tongue seems a little stiff, his speech is stiff and his accent is strange. Although the shopkeeper is well informed, he can't recognize where he is from.

"Of course, the three Yangzhou knives we sold in Shengli Street are not bad!" The boss replied humbly and proudly, picked a good kitchen knife and handed it to him: "guest officer, you can have a look!" " "

"I want to have a try!" This Ren Dan hummed in his beard and nose, reached out and pulled out a knife from his waist. The boss can't help wondering, because the shape of his knife is really rare.

This knife is only one and a half feet long, but the handle inlaid with silver wire accounts for more than one third of the total length. It is said to be a sword with a single edge, flat head and no tip, and slightly curved. It's a knife, but it's actually three fingers wide.

After all, the shopkeeper is old and has some experience. He blurted out, "Japanese Dao!" ""no, it's a oriental knife! Ren Dan beard rudely corrected: "This is the' samurai soul' from Kobe, Japan! "

The man behind Ren Dan's beard, wearing a short black coat and spinning three big iron balls in one hand, stepped forward and said, "I don't know, this is Mr. Song Tian, a famous East Asian foreign firm class in Shanghai!"

"Japanese!" The shopkeeper was secretly surprised.

Someone recognized the man behind the Japanese, and some fingers of the iron ball player were missing. He is none other than Wang Shidai, the rascal of Yangzhou City. He practiced several sets of fists and fists, specializing in extortion. When he was young, he often ran to the pawnshop or casino, spread out on the table in one hand, took a pig-killing knife in the other, broke off a finger and shouted, "One finger is one hundred dollars!" " "One finger, put all the bets on your table!"

This posture is too scary to provoke him, so I have to admit my bad luck and give him the money. Later, it gradually became a climate, and many apprentices were accepted, and they became bullies in the city. Now, somehow, I'm hanging out with the Japanese again.

See Song Tian took the kitchen knife, looked for a while, then raised the Japanese knife handle, with fierce power, aimed at the blade of the kitchen knife and cut it off. The two blades collided, and there was a sound of "dang", and sparks were flying, which was soul-stirring. After a closer look, the blade of the Japanese knife was still intact, and the blade of the kitchen knife had been cut out of a gap the size of a rice grain.

"Such a knife," Song Tian threw the kitchen knife at the stunned shopkeeper. "I don't want it!"

Then he turned and went to the second shop.

There, he asked for a razor and cut it off with his Japanese knife. As a result, the razor blade broke. Without saying anything, he went to the third shop with a smile, where he cooked it according to law and cut a handful of pedicure knife.

This alarmed the whole people in Shengli Street. They all watched the Japanese's every move silently, annoyed and worried. What annoys me is that I am so arrogant this day, obviously trying to discredit Shengli Street. I'm afraid this Japanese will come to my shop. So, can these three knives in my shop compare with his damn Japanese knives?

"Ha ha ha!" Song Tian stood in the middle of the street at the moment, and laughter shook the whole Shengli Street. "The sword of Victory Street, known as the best in the world, is just so so. It is no match for our Oriental nod! Ladies and gentlemen, which of you has a better knife, take it out and compare it with me! "

Third, pass on the secrets of children instead of women.

Facing the aggressive challenge, people in Shengli Street were speechless. Only a few old, white-haired bosses sighed quietly and said, "Alas, if Jin Laotie is still alive, his sword will surely win the Japanese sword. I don't know if there are any knives that Ji Xu has played in his shop now. "

"Yes, yes, the knife he made is called diamond blade, which can cut jade, porcelain, copper and iron. I just wonder if Ji Xu's shop has any knives he made, even if there are. "

"I'm afraid not. It has been sold out for so many years! "

Just then, a boy of fifteen or sixteen came out of the shop with the sign of "Ji Xu Dao". The boy has heavy eyes and a dark face. Although he is as weak as a small tree, he looks tall and strong. He strode to Song Tian and said in a clear voice, "The knife in Shengli Street is sharp, light and does not rust. If you are more dedicated than a steel fire with a blade, come back to Shengli Street in five days, and we will definitely take out a knife that can hit you! "

Song Tian looked at the boy with a little surprise, and then nodded generously with great interest: "Well, I'll come back in five days. I hope you're not joking, let alone bragging about Daniel! "

This young man is none other than Xiao Haiquan, the son of Ji Xu's knife shop owner.

To say that this Ji Xu knife shop is an old shop in Shengli Street. In the early years, there was a palm master named Jin Laotie in the shop. He made a knife from a very good steel fire. There is a pile of copper coins on the table, cut in half. A scaffold bone the thickness of a human arm is cut in half effortlessly like a sugar cane. So people call this knife he made "Golden Steel Knife".

However, Jin Laotie has a strange temper. In a year, he only played four "golden steel blades". He plays one every season in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the price is of course extremely expensive.

However, even if the "King Kong Blade" knife is dozens of times more expensive than ordinary knives, it is still in short supply, and it often takes one year to make an appointment to buy it.

Jin Laotie worked in a knife shop for decades, but she had no children and only one daughter, so she married the small boss of the knife shop. It happened that there was a plague in Yangzhou that year. In a few days, Jin Laotie and his son-in-law died one after another, leaving only Jin Laotie's daughter, Xiao Haiquan, the female boss and son of the knife shop now.

Every time Xiao Haiquan heard people on Shengli Street talk about his grandfather's skill in refining diamond-edged knives, he would always go back and ask his mother, "Since my grandfather's diamond-edged knives are so good, why not play more?" Why do you only want to play a few a year? "

Jinfeng said, "Silly boy, there is a truth in the world that the better things are, the harder it is to get. It takes a lot of effort for your grandfather to hit a diamond blade knife! Forging alone takes three days and three nights. During these three days and nights, there can be no pause. More importantly, the water for quenching is a kind of water that is difficult for ordinary people to get. "

Haiquan asked, "What kind of water is it?"

Jinfeng shook her head and said, "I asked your grandfather once, but he wouldn't tell me." He said that my secret was passed on from my son to my daughter. I said, you have no son now, only I have a daughter, and I am your son. He said that because I only have a daughter like you, I can't tell you. "

"Why?" Xiao Haiquan asked.

"Your grandfather only said a word, there is no need to let your husband and your children work hard for this." Jinfeng said, "well, don't ask. Ask again. I don't know."

But Xiao Haiquan always felt that Niang was not ignorant, but refused to tell him everything she knew.

Fourth, the strange tin duck

Although Haiquan just turned 15 this year, she has helped her mother take care of everything inside and outside the store. She often likes to accompany the master in the back workshop to pull the bellows for a while, swing a few hammers and step on the grinding wheel. He has always prided himself on being a descendant of Shengli Street. He thought that one day, he would be able to produce some of the best knives he had ever made, adding luster to Victory Street, which he was proud of.

Now, he watched helplessly as Song Tian, the oriental guy, was so arrogant that he ignored the knife and the people in the street. It was the last straw, so I stepped forward and proposed that five days later, I would come up with a good knife that could defeat Song Tian's "samurai soul".

After Song Tianhe and Shapi left, people in Shengli Street asked with concern around Xiaohaiquan: "Haiquan, do you really have the' King Kong Blade' left by your grandfather? How many? "

Haiquan shook his head: "No, none."

People were disappointed and surprised and asked, "Since you don't have a' diamond blade', why did you beat that Japanese knife?"

Hai Quan said, "Let's make our own diamond blade!"

"Do you want to go on strike? This is easy to say! " Someone shook his head and sighed.

"Hey, after all, it's a child, I don't know how little!" Someone sneered coldly.

"Well, well done and ambitious. If you need our help, just let me know!" More people help generously.

The words have been said, but what should I do? Xiao Haiquan has no bottom in his heart. When he returned to his shop with a heavy heart, he found his mother standing at the door staring at himself. Obviously, she saw what he had just done.

"Mom, can you help me?"

Jinfeng is, after all, the blacksmith's daughter. Now, she must stand by her son and help him. She sighed: "Come, let me show you something."

Xiao Haiquan came to the room with his mother. Jinfeng took out a cloth bag from a locked wooden box behind the bed. It looks very heavy. When she opened it, Xiao Haiquan couldn't help but blurt out in surprise: "A duck!"

This is a flat-billed duck made of thick iron. No wonder it's heavy. It is a little smaller than a real duck, with its head held high and its tail cocked. It has a ring on its back. After careful examination, it is found that there are a pair of communicating holes in the upper jaw of the duck's mouth, like the duck's nostrils. After opening it, you can see that the duck's throat goes straight through its belly, and the inside is empty. Under the duck's tail, there is a hole the size of sesame, which can only be seen. It is naked. Is this a duck's asshole?

Xiao Haiquan pondered the tin duck for a long time and couldn't figure out what it was for: "Mom, what is this?"

"I don't know, I only know that your grandfather always took out this tin duck for two or three days before he wanted to make a' King Kong Blade' knife. Therefore, I estimate that it must be related to the' King Kong Blade' and it is very crucial. "

"What does it matter?"

"Well," said Jin Feng thoughtfully, "someone might know something."

"Who? Mom, tell me quickly! " Xiao Haiquan pleaded eagerly.

"He is a boatman."

"Boatman, where is he?"

"He lives in the south of Yangzhou, Guazhou Ferry on the edge of the Yangtze River. I've heard your grandfather often talk about him, saying that he is the best boatman in this hundred-mile Yangtze River and your grandfather's brother. On one occasion, he made a bet with someone, blindfolded with black cloth, and still rocked the boat from Jinshan Temple in Zhenjiang to Guazhoudu Pier, just in front of the imperial monument engraved with a poem. His name is Yang Tuozi. "

"Humpty Dumpty, is he hunchbacked?"

Verb (abbreviation of verb) Visit Guazhou Town in the evening.

Jinfeng nodded: "Yes, he has a hunchback, but I haven't heard from him for many years. I wonder if he is still there? "

"This is easy. You can ask Guazhou Town, and you will know?" Haiquan said, "Mom, fortunately Guazhou Town is only a few tens of miles away from here. I'm going now! " After that, I wrapped a few pieces of yesterday's crispy rice with a towel in the kitchen, looked up and drank a bowl of water, and strode out.

Before I walked out of the street, I heard my mother catch up behind me: "Haiquan, Haiquan, walk slowly!" " "

Xiao Haiquan Zheng thought that Niang had changed her mind again and wouldn't let him go to Yang Tuozi. Looking back, I saw Niang holding a cloth bag in her hand and panted, "Haiquan, take this with you!" " "

Xiao Haiquan took the bag and touched it: "Is that a tin duck?"

"Yes!" Jin Feng said, "Even if you find a chubby Yang, he doesn't know you at all. How could he tell you the secret of' King Kong Blade' casually? You bring this tin duck, he must know about it, and he will believe that you are the grandson of Jin Laotie. "

"Mom," Xiao Haiquan said gratefully, "you are so thoughtful."

At this moment, Xiao Haiquan wished that he couldn't fly to Guazhou Town, so running all the way even ran away and couldn't even stand up. He fell and poured a lot of sand into his shoes. He just walked to Guazhou Town in one breath, and it was already noon. Standing at the mouth of Guazhou Town, the water of the Yangtze River is falling from the sky at the foot. It is majestic and faintly visible in the river. Jinshan and Jiao Shan stand in the river, but where can we find hump dumplings?

There is a small restaurant not far away. Xiao Haiquan went over and said, "Sorry, big brother, there is a camel here. Do you know where he lives? " The young man shook his head: "Yang Tuozi? Never heard of it. " Then I went to work by myself.

Xiao Haiquan is a little embarrassed. Isn't Yang Tuozi a famous boatman in this area? Is he already dead? But on second thought, by the way, this Tuoziyang and his grandfather are brothers. Even if he is alive, he is very old. Of course, young people don't necessarily know, but they have to ask the older ones.

So, he saw a white-haired old woman sitting under the eaves and asked, "Grandma, I'm looking for an old man named Yang Tuozi. Do you know where he lives? "

The old woman said, "Ah, Tuoziyang, I know him, but he is dead." "Is he dead?" Xiao Haiquan could hardly believe his ears. "Really?" "This is false? His grave is by the Yangtze River. Why don't you go and have a look? " The old woman pointed out. (To be continued)

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