20 Rice Sword

"You don't have to say anything, Fengchuan."

Wu Lingchun quickly calmed down. He patted the folding fan in his hand: "Now, how about taking me to see your father?"

See the old man? It's so obvious. Do you still need to prove your background?

"Uh? It's okay... I'll go now, I'll go..."

Although Fengchuan was full of promises, he was thinking about another thing. After leaving Yangchun Hall for so many days, first of all, for the broken restaurant, he can't wait for it to be burned and smashed - as long as he doesn't have to lose money by himself; secondly, for the old man, he doesn't want to look at it at a glance...

However, it's okay to go back and say hello to the wolfberries. Take it and do some damage for the old man, haha~~

As soon as I arrived at the Yangchun Hall, Fengchuan really disappeared. Wu Lingchun is also quite familiar with restaurants.

It's too familiar. He went straight to the door of a box. The folding fan swiped, and an image of a small abacus appeared on the door.

Wu Lingchun gently clicked a few times with a folding fan to dial the abacus into a specific number.

The door opened.

"Uncle Xiao still likes to be mysterious."

As soon as Wuling Chunfu entered the door, he automatically opened it. The abacus just now is an illusion called "Guessing". The person who breaks the spell not only needs to find the abacus, but also needs to dial out the number in the caster's mind to open the door.

Xiao Yangchun still sat at the table and knocked on the abacus. In this situation, it is hard to guarantee that he is not studying new illusions.

He knocked out the number that was just cracked by Wu Lingchun: four, two.

On the second day of April, the day when the moon disappeared.

He really came here for this.

"It's not easily cracked by Xiaochun." Boss Xiao laughed at himself, and his index finger and thumb pushed the bead to liquidated.

"I'm not talking about that."

Wu Lingchun sat opposite him: "Uncle Xiao has a son. I didn't know until today."

"The ugliness of the family should not be publicized." Boss Xiao smiled and said, "Fengchuan has always hated me. He hasn't called me father until today."

Wu Lingchun's vision when he saw Boss Xiao say this.

Disappointed. Helpless. Desolate.

This is the father's eyes... It really doesn't seem to be pretended.

Fortunately, after wandering around the world for many years, Wu Lingchun has long believed in anyone's acting skills.

"That's me taking the liberty. After all, I've been looking for my second brother for so many years, and I'm going crazy. Wu Lingchun stood up and walked around the room.

Stop in front of the hairpin lady hanging the painting on the wall: "I remember that the second brother gave Uncle Xiao a sword in the past. I don't know if Uncle Xiao still collects it now?"

Boss Xiao also walked to the front of the painting: "I'll take it." Mr. Tayue also said that if Xiao has a son, he will pass on the sword to him - don't take it seriously after drinking.

He said, reaching out and stroking the lady's hair.

With a little effort, he pulled down the hairpin on the lady's head.

The lady's black hair tilted to the ground like a waterfall. The black ink splashed over their clothes, but neither of them stepped back.

Because - this is just an illusion.

The ink flow gradually disappeared as if it had penetrated into the ground, revealing an ordinary but cold sword.

Seeing a sword is like seeing a person. Wu Lingchun's heart was like a heavy punch, and he couldn't bear to look at it again.

"So it's back to Xiaochun." Boss Xiao returned the sword to Wu Lingchun.

"No." Lingchun didn't answer, "Why don't you send this sword to Fengchuan according to what your second brother said?"

A joke for a moment turned out to be a proveive. Is it God's will?

Both of them stopped talking and looked at the sword at the same time. This sword, like the cluster water sword of the prince, comes from a famous Tangxi craftsman. No special materials and quenching methods are used in the forging process.

It has only one characteristic, which is sharpness. There is only one legend about it: the sharpest sword in the world. There is nothing that it can't pierce.

But the legend is often like this. There are many people passing it on, but few people can really verify it.

When stepping on the moon to get the sword, I like the sharpness of this sword very much, but I also hate this legend. It's too vulgar.

However, the name of the sword is taken by the owner of the sword. Naturally, he refused to let go of the opportunity to completely erase the legend, so...

"What?"

Fengchuan inserted the sword into the ground. He couldn't believe his ears: "Brother Wu, can you say again, what is the name of this sword?"

Wu Lingchun was so worried that he stared at the ground inserted by the sword. He said, "What's wrong with the name of this sword?"

"Is there no problem? Do you think this name is safe? I've been a chef for half my life, and I'm afraid you'll give me a kitchen knife, a big spoon or something as a weapon--"

kitchen knife. Large spoon. Even a kitchen board. It's not that Wu Lingchun hasn't thought about these ideas.

After all, these things are the most familiar to Fengchuan, and they should get twice the result with half the effort.

But...

"The sharpest sword in the world, there is nothing it can't pierce." Wu Lingchun still decided to strengthen the legend, "Is Fengchuan not satisfied with such a sword?"

"It's not that I'm not satisfied with the sword, it's the name!" Fengchuan inserted the sword an inch again, "Do I have to be a hero behind the back of a chef? The name of this sword is too cheap!"

"It's actually called 'Fan Jian'!"

"Boom - Bang -"

The floor made of a whole piece of jade in the Wuling Chunzang Sword Pavilion was split into a scattered turtle shell by Fengchuan's sword. All right, all right, I'll find a craftsman to set it up with gold...

"It's called Fan Jian! Who gave me such a cheap name? Why did you have a fight with me! I'm going to kill him!"

"Ch, stop! If you wave your sword again, all these famous swords on the first floor will be smashed by you!" Wu Lingchun hurriedly stopped Fengchuan. The boy was so strong that he was so tired that he was sweating...

If the second brother saw this scene, he would turn to the ground without laughing.

Thinking of this, Wu Lingchun suddenly let go. Fengchuan's strength for a long time suddenly broke out. For a moment, the whole row, even the sword and scabbard were cut in the waist.

Feng Chuan was stunned. This guy is really cheap... Awesome.

It is a famous sword among famous swords. Compared with it, these swords are no different from scrap iron.

"This... can't be controlled for a while." Fengchuan scratched his head. When he looked at Wu Lingchun's melancholy appearance, was he angry or not? I'm not sure.

Fengchuan tentatively said, "By the way, why is the name of this sword..."

Remember Wu Lingchun. At that time, it was also in this room. He and his second brother quarreled for a whole day.

From morning to night.

In fact, two people quarrel every three or five days. That time was very awesome. Both of them were really angry.

At that time, the second brother's sword did not have a name.

He always calls "this goods", "this sharp goods" and "this goods that cut iron like mud".

"Explain to me what it means to be cheap!"

"Explain to me, what a bitch!"

In the end, Lingchun was tired of quarreling first. He slammed the door and went away. Not far away, he heard the sound of destruction from the Tibetan Sword Pavilion.

Hurry back to have a look.

It was really destroyed...

All the swords on the first floor were cut in the back of the second brother's hand. Among them, there are many things that Lingchun has worked hard to find and collected for many years...

Anger is uncontrollable! I really want to jump on it and bite my second brother to death!

The second brother carried his sword and gasped, "I'll explain to you. This mother is called bitch!"

He waved his sword and said, "Didn't you throw something every time you quarrel with me? I'll fall for you this time! Let me tell you, this mother is called a bitch!"

So the goods that cut iron like mud have a name from then on - Fan Jian...

"Second brother, you are too bad. I'll bite you to death, bite you to death!" Wu Lingchun said and really rushed up and bit several mouths on his second brother's frank chest.

"Wow, it hurts..." The second brother ate the pain and even threw his sword on the ground. "Xiaochun, stop it. It's not painful this time. It's itchy. Give me a break..."

"Xiaochun!"

"Wu Gongzi? Brother Wu? - Xiaochun?"

Wulingchun fell into memories. Fengchuan called for a long time, and he finally came to his senses when he heard the name.

This...what kind of look is this? It's like he's going to jump over and bite me a few times!

Fengchuan stepped back a few steps and smiled and said, "Brother Wu doesn't need to care so much. The name is just a code name; my Xiao Fengchuan's name was picked by the old man according to the name of the dish, and Feng's clothes are nice. If it is called peony or shredded chicken, won't it be ruined? So, one dish and one meal, I'm also complete here..."

"Fengchuan. Promise me not to change the name of this sword.

Wu Lingchun knew that it was too unfair for him to use Fengchuan as his second brother's double.

Try not to look at the second brother's eyes. Not to know...

You should not make such a request to him. Now, he is the master of the sword.

He should... not agree to such an unreasonable request.

......

"Good. I promise you."