My Sword Has a Way

Chapter 41 Half a Friend

The young man turned his head and looked sideways. An old man in an animal-skin apron was knocking his pipe against a pillar nearby. He looked at him with a mouthful of yellow teeth.

Xu Zhian stepped forward and bowed, "Father, I want to buy an axe."

The old man put his pipe on his waist and said, "Young man, which one do you like on the shelf over here?"

Xu Zhian looked at the wooden rack on the side. The rack had three layers, mostly containing daily iron tools such as kitchen knives and hoes.

Xu Zhian walked to the wooden rack, picked up a short axe from the bottom layer, and asked the old man, "Old man, how much is this axe?"

The old man walked to the hammer and began to forge the red-hot iron that had just come out of the furnace. He said calmly, "Ten cents."

Xu Zhian nodded, placed ten copper coins on the wooden rack, and left the shop.

The old man stopped what he was doing, looked at the black sword behind the young man, and moved his lips: "Not a bad sword."

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At this time, there is a majestic mountain villa in the vast sea of ​​clouds. This villa is always accompanied by auspicious signs and the long cries of cranes.

In an attic, a girl in white stood in front of the window, watching the clouds rolling in the distance, her eyes flickering and slightly absent-minded.

At this time, the door opened, and a majestic middle-aged man stepped in: "Meng Yao, now the clan members have already started to go to the sword tomb, you should go as well."

The girl turned around and looked at the man in brocade clothes in front of her and said, "I understand, uncle. I will go there in a while."

The girl didn't seem to like talking much. She always looked cold since she came to the villa. The man could only sigh helplessly, thinking that the girl was shy and unfamiliar with the environment.

The girl in white was Qi Mengyao from Daliang State. She had been following her uncle to Qijian Villa for more than half a month. Even though she had seen many strange things her brother had mentioned along the way, when she first arrived at Yunhai Huancheng, it was like a dream.

There are all kinds of immortals, gods, and wild monsters everywhere. Each of them has the power to move mountains and fill the sea, fly into the sky and hide in the ground. The stories are even more fantastic and exciting than those told by storytellers.

In more than half a month, the girl has already known what a behemoth the Qijian Villa where she is and the Qi family are. It is rumored in this city that below the top of the mountain, everyone is a grass or ant, while the Qi family is the gods on the top of the mountain, one of the most powerful forces in the world.

The middle-aged man showed a look of pity and said, "Meng Yao, your grandfather's words a few days ago were a bit harsh, don't take it to heart. He is a face-conscious person and can't bring himself to apologize to you in front of the ancestral temple. But your mother has entered the ancestral land now, so don't be angry with him anymore."

The girl nodded and said, "Meng Yao dare not. I am not angry with my grandfather. I just want to ask my uncle one question. After my sword body awakens, can I live in the villa? I don't want to go back to that big house. The people there don't welcome me very much."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Relax, this is my uncle's manor, you can stay as long as you want, my uncle and aunt are eager for you to stay, your three cousins ​​said that you are their biological sister from now on, if anyone bullies you, just go find them."

The girl smiled, which was rare for her, and said, "Thank you, uncle. Meng Yao will go to the sword tomb now."

The girl walked out of the pavilion, and a servant bowed and said, "Miss, I will take you there."

After the servant finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the crane on the eaves of the building nearby suddenly grew larger, swooped down, and landed next to the attic.

The old servant pulled the girl and jumped onto the back of the crane. It was not the girl's first time riding a flying beast, so naturally her expression did not change much.

The girl looked at the middle-aged man in front of the attic and thought of the young man again. She murmured, "Brother, uncle, Meng Yao will not let you down!"

Following the cry of a crane, the girl disappeared into the clouds.

The middle-aged man in the attic smiled slightly and murmured, "Little sister, did you see it? Meng Yao really looks like you."

The days in deep winter are very short, and time seems to pass quickly in the busy world.

When Xu Zhian walked out of the town, the sunset had already hidden halfway up the mountain.

The young man came to the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain, carrying the scattered goods he bought from the town.

Looking at the small lanterns emitting warm yellow light in front of the courtyard gate, the boy knocked on the door of the courtyard.

At this time, the young man in the room was carefully carving a piece of unknown wood, which looked like a sword.

When the young man saw Xu Zhian coming in, he said calmly, "Do you really think this place is your own home?"

Xu Zhian put down his things and smiled faintly: "I think this is my first time visiting you."

The young man laughed: "Yes, it's your first time entering my yard. Well, I won't count it as rude for now."

Xu Zhian asked curiously, "Are you also a sword cultivator?"

The young man stopped what he was doing, put the half-carved wood aside and said, "I was like that before, but not now. Now I am just a poor, destitute, and miserable person who has been ravaged by life."

The boy looked surprised: "You have a lot of stories?"

The young man laughed: "Haha... Too bad there's no wine!"

Xu Zhian frowned and asked, "Are we friends?"

The young man quickly replied, "Of course it counts. I saved your life. If this doesn't count, it would be really disheartening."

Xu Zhian smiled gently and said, "I don't have many friends. If you count you, I should have two and a half."

The young man added a piece of firewood to the brazier beside him and said curiously, "I'm really honored, but I don't know what kind of person your half friend is."

Xu Zhian said seriously, "One is my playmate since childhood, and the other is both a teacher and a friend to me."

The young man suddenly realized, "I see. I thought your half friend wasn't a human. It seems I was a little misled."

Xu Zhian quickly corrected him, "No, I meant to say that these two are my friends."

The young man was stunned for a moment, then he smiled bitterly: "After all this time, it turns out that half of the friend is me."

Xu Zhian smiled, raised his hand, and placed a jar of fine wine on the table: "You are half a friend, and half a benefactor."

Seeing this, the young man hurriedly opened the jar and smelled it, and asked in surprise: "This wine has not changed?"

Xu Zhian nodded and said, "I don't know why, my wine didn't turn into water."

The young man frowned and said, "How many jars of wine do you have left? Forget it, I'll leave it with you. I'll ask you for more when I want to drink."

The young man nodded and said seriously: "Lin Jianyi, can you tell me about Jianya and this town?"

Lin Jianyi poured a glass of wine, took a sip and said, "Actually, you shouldn't have come here. If you can leave, you'd better leave early."