After a moment, the shopkeeper slowly spoke.
"Sir, I really can't figure out the two sacred stones you mentioned."
Xin Yun smiled and then asked the shopkeeper to follow him down the mountain.
"Don't worry, shopkeeper.
This matter cannot be rushed.
If you know it as soon as you tell it, it's still called a prophecy."
The shopkeeper nodded, stopped talking, hurriedly coiled the rope he brought, put it on his shoulder, and then followed Xin Yun to the mountainside.
The two of them were talking and laughing along the way, and before they knew it, they had returned to the mountainside where they parted ways with their master.
At this time, the master was lying on the mountainside basking in the sun, snoring loudly.
The shopkeeper put down the rope on his shoulder and was about to shout, but was immediately stopped by Xin Yun.
"Master" "Don't bother me, the shopkeeper."
After saying this, Xin Yun randomly picked a fluffy weed, carefully approached the master, and tickled his nose.
The master stopped snoring and sneezed as expected.
He opened his eyes and saw Xin Yun smiling secretly.
With a look of surprise on his face, he stood up suddenly and dusted himself off.
"Little master, you are back, have you found the Feng Ai Stone?"
Xin Yun frowned deliberately, then shook his head repeatedly and sighed.
Seeing Xin Yun's expression, the master panicked and felt that the sunlight that was still shining on him was no longer warm.
"Little master, what happened?"
Xin Yun still sighed, but lowered his head and carefully took out a mysterious object wrapped in cloth from his arms, and then slowly unfolded it.
The moment he saw the wind invade the stone, the master didn't speak for a moment, he just stared at it with his two big eyes.
"Little Master, I knew you could do it."
"Sir, thanks to the young master, otherwise this sacred stone would have flown away long ago."
The shopkeeper quickly praised Xin Yun.
"What's going on with the sacred stone that's so heavy, and how can it still fly?"
Master asked in confusion.
The shopkeeper smiled and hurriedly explained.
"Sir, it's all my fault that the villain didn't speak clearly."
"Tell me how you got this sacred stone," the master urged excitedly.
So the shopkeeper told the master everything about the stone quarrying process.
The master nodded and praised Xin Yun.
"The little master is really a god" "What am I talking about?
Just the two of us can find the divine stone."
Xin Yun was very proud.
"What the young master said is that even if I reach the top of the mountain, I won't be able to help you, and I will still cause trouble for you," the master said with a smile.
"Although the Wind Invasion Stone has been found, I was only happy for a while."
Xin Yun thought of the other two sacred stones that had no clues at all, and his previous pride immediately dissipated.
"What the young master said is, this is just a piece."
After the master said it, he was no longer as relaxed as before.
"I say, sir, no matter what you say, everything is difficult at the beginning, but we finally made a good start."
Seeing that the two of them were not interested, the shopkeeper quickly comforted them.
The master sighed after hearing this.
"The shopkeeper said this is the beginning, we will always find a way."
Xin Yun thought about it.
Although it was a bit dangerous to search for the Fengtai Stone, it was relatively smooth.
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"Okay, wait until we get down the mountain and we can discuss it in the evening."
The three of them were talking and laughing, and returned to the foot of the mountain from the mountainside.
Although it was easy to go down the mountain, the pace of the three of them was not slow, but when they returned to the farmhouse where they stayed, the sun had already set.
"Master, sir, it's suitable."
The shopkeeper looked at the darkening sky and couldn't help but feel lucky.
"Yes, you have been tired all day.
I will ask the master to cook some home-cooked dishes to reward you for your hard work," the master said with a smile.
The shopkeeper immediately thanked him, and Xin Yun said teasingly.
"When I heard that there was a good meal, my stomach was so upset that I started snoring non-stop."
"Good food is nothing.
I'll ask the master to prepare some more wine to relieve your fatigue."
The master laughed, took Xin Yun and left, followed closely by the shopkeeper, thinking about the food and wine that was about to be eaten, the taste in his mouth My saliva is about to flow out When the three of them entered the small courtyard where they were staying, the afterglow of the setting sun had disappeared.
When the host heard that there was a visitor in the courtyard, he hurriedly came out to greet him.
Seeing that it was Xin Yun and others returning, he was very enthusiastic and quickly greeted them into the house.
The master was very generous and gave the host additional meal money before entering the house.
The host thanked her profusely and went to prepare the food and wine.
"Those who sell fire sickles are selling fire sickles," a cry suddenly came from outside the courtyard.
Xin Yun couldn't help but feel curious and was not in a hurry to enter the house.
"I can't believe that in such a remote place, there are still sellers selling fire sickles."
"Sir, in order to make a living, it is common for such traders to come to the countryside to sell goods."
The shopkeeper was a businessman himself, so he was naturally deeply touched.
"What the shopkeeper said is that he is selling fire sickles, which is really strange," the master sighed.
"Why don't I see anything strange?"
Xin Yun asked.
"Young master, how can you not find a place to stay after dark and slander business?
I don't know what he is busy with during the day.
We don't need to worry about it.
Come in and rest for a while."
After the master finished speaking, he called Xin Yun and the shopkeeper into the house.
At this moment, the fire sickle seller unexpectedly entered the courtyard.
When he saw Xin Yun and others who were about to enter the house, he greeted them politely.
"Excuse me, does anyone need a fire sickle?"
When everyone got closer, they saw clearly that the salesman was an old man with white hair and beard.
Although his coarse cloth was clean, there were many holes in it.
The burden on his shoulders was shiny and must have been there for many years.
"Old man, you have to ask the master," the master replied casually, and then went to pull Xin Yun again.
"You guys go in first."
Xin Yun felt pity for the old man when he saw it, and motioned to the shopkeeper to invite the master into the room.
The master nodded and ignored him.
He was supported by the shopkeeper and walked into the house together.
"May I live long, old man?"
Xin Yun asked with concern.
"Sixty and seven" the old man blurted out.
"At such an old age, when you should be enjoying a peaceful family life, why are you still living in the open as a salesman?"
After Xin Yun finished speaking, he asked the old man to sit on a wooden bench in the courtyard.
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"Well, it's a long story.
I'm an old man and I'm not so lucky," the old man replied with a sigh.
Xin Yun stopped asking about family affairs.
He knew that the old man must have something miserable.
"Old man, it's getting late, where can you stay?"
"As a salesman, all you have to do is find a place in the wild," the old man said with a wry smile.
Xin Yun sighed and continued.
"Old man, I'll stay here tonight if you wait a moment."
"You don't need to trouble me, sir, to see how you're dressed.
You're not like the farmers here, and you don't need the fire sickle.
Old man, I'll leave now."
After saying this, the old man was about to stand up, but was held back by Xin Yun.
"Wait a moment, old man," Xin Yun said, turning around and entering the kitchen of the small courtyard.
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