"Yue Ming, you have to put that thing away, and never let others know that you have this thing, otherwise it will cause trouble."
The uncle seemed to be a little worried and warned me again.
"Where is this thing?"
I pointed to the yellow cloth bag on the ground not far away and said.
"You are really serious.
This is a good thing.
As long as it is a disciple of Maoshan, no one wants it.
Of course, this includes your uncle and me."
The uncle seemed to be speechless when he saw me treating the treasure like this.
"Master, if you want it, just take it.
It's not my thing anyway."
I said indifferently.
"You kid, pick it up quickly and put it away.
Study the gift your uncle gave you as a meeting gift.
As long as you can thoroughly study the secret book, your achievements will surpass us."
He shook his head and said.
What kind of thorough research can surpass the masters and uncles?
That is a good thing.
Since Han Bing's master still gave this thing to me after knowing my identity, then I don't want it for free.
I quickly rushed over.
Holding the secret book in his arms, he bowed again to Han Bing's master: Thank you, uncle, for the gift.
Han Bing's master nodded gently to me, and then turned to his uncle: "Senior brother, let's go, follow me to my house."
"No need, it's a kind of fate to meet you again.
I'm contented and can't be greedy."
What I didn't expect was that my uncle directly rejected Master Han Bing's kindness.
"Tch, I don't know who stays here for a few days every year."
I glanced at my uncle secretly and muttered in a low voice.
"Good boy, if you have nothing to do from now on, come and play with your uncle."
Obviously, Han Bing's master was overjoyed when he heard my murmur.
"Talk too much.
I'll deal with you when I get back."
The uncle glared at me.
"Ouch, senior brother, you actually want to teach this good boy a lesson, junior sister, I won't agree."
Han Bing's master joked to his uncle.
"Tell me, what I'm saying is, junior sister, don't keep trying to undermine your senior brother and me.
There are disciples here."
The senior uncle seemed to be confused about whether to laugh or cry.
"Are you really not going to sit at home and have a drink of water or something?"
Han Bing's master once again invited his uncle to sit there.
"No need, I've already drank the water.
Okay, it's already dawn, I still have some things to do, so I have to go first.
Yueming, do you want to follow me or go home?"
The uncle refused Han Bing again Master's invitation, and then asked.
"Anyway, there's nothing going on, so let's go for a walk with my uncle."
I thought about it, and there seemed to be nothing going on at home, so I decided to go out with my uncle for a walk.
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"Okay, take your things and go."
After the uncle said this, he turned around and left.
"Senior brother" Han Bing's master seemed a little reluctant to give up and shouted to his uncle who had already walked more than ten steps away.
"Junior sister, come back, we will definitely meet again if we are destined."
The uncle did not stop and replied without looking back.
After I carried all the things I brought, I bowed to Han Bing's master for the third time, and then quickly chased after him.
After walking for about ten minutes, I spoke: "Uncle, why don't you go sit with me for a while?
You haven't seen each other for so many years.
I think there is still a lot to say."
"As I said just now, I am very content to be able to see her.
I will not push for an inch.
Those who are content will always be happy.
Yueming, you must remember this sentence."
"But aren't you afraid that your uncle will be sad?
She must be thinking about you day and night."
"You are still young, and you don't understand some things.
When you grow up, you will understand why the uncle did what he did."
The uncle didn't seem to want to talk about this matter with me anymore.
Come on, since that's the case, I won't ask any more questions, so as not to appear too gossipy and pretentious.
After walking for about half a day, I followed my uncle to a village.
I heard from my uncle that he must have been wandering around recently, killing or saving ghosts on the road.
But at the entrance of the village, we met a carpenter who was working, so my uncle took me forward.
"Master, I would like to find out if there are any ghostly things nearby."
The master asked very politely.
"Ghosts may exist in other places, but they will never appear in our village."
The carpenter raised his head and said with a smile.
"Oh, how do you say this?"
The uncle asked as if he was a little puzzled.
"Almost all people in our village are carpenters." the carpenter replied.
"Oh, it looks like this.
Sorry, Yueming, let's go."
The uncle nodded, and then asked me to follow him.
"Uncle, why did you leave as soon as you heard that most of the people in the group were carpenters?
And why did the carpenter say that there might be one in other places, but not in their village?"
I asked curiously.
"Because the things used by carpenters are basically to ward off evil spirits, and among the magic tools commonly used in our Maoshan Shu, there is one thing that belongs to carpenters.
Do you know what it is?"
The uncle explained the reason and asked me a question in passing.
"Ink Dou" "That's right, it's the Mo Dou.
It's an easy-to-use magical weapon for subduing zombies.
Maybe your master hasn't told you about it before."
"It's true that I haven't mentioned it before.
I only knew that the ink fountain was a magical weapon.
I saw a carpenter using that thing when he was working.
I was surprised at the time."
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I nodded and said.
"Let me tell you a story.
It is said that more than a hundred years ago, there was a carpenter with extraordinary skills.
He was also very famous at the time.
Whether it was a rich or a poor family, as long as they needed to make something, he could basically make something.
People would come to him in the city.
Once again, he was invited by a landowner to build a home.
Since there were many things to do, he didn't finish until very late.
The landlord just gave him some money and didn't let him stay at home overnight.
As you know, more than a hundred years ago, ghosts were not as common as they are now.
Ghosts were everywhere wherever there was no one.
Of course, the carpenter also knew this.
Normally, as soon as it got dark, he would stay at home without leaving the door.
But that day was a special situation.
After all, he didn't expect that the landlord would be stingy enough to stay overnight.
Not even late.
With no choice but to carry tools and barrels, he rushed home.
I have to say that this carpenter is quite courageous.
If he were an ordinary person, he might find someone to stay near the landlord's house. s: Thanks to book friend Lalawen for the reward: