When my master said these words to me, I always felt sour. My master is now in his seventies, and I also know that when my master was damaged by the Yang God in his early years, he was also affected to a certain extent.

Master Xia also said that it is God who can live to this age. When Master Xia talked about these things in the past, I never took them to heart, but now when Master said these words, I suddenly had a very bad premonition, and I felt that Master seemed to be leaving me soon.

I watched the master walk extremely vigorously, as if exactly the same as when I first met him, and comforted myself in my heart, maybe the master was just talking, because I was thinking too much myself.

At that time, I really couldn't imagine what my life would be like if Master really left me one day.

At this time, my master had already pushed open the stone gate and led us into the underground treasure house of Mendingjiao City.

It is not an exaggeration to say that this is a treasure house. Here, Chen Fang has accumulated various magical instruments and spiritual objects that the Shouzheng vein has opened for two thousand years. In this underground cave that is enough to accommodate thousands of people, there are more than fifty treasure racks made of white marble. Almost every treasure rack is full of things, and there are also several boxes with large capacity in the four corners of the cave, with talismans sticking on each box.

I was more than ten meters away from those boxes, and I could feel the breathtaking and strong evil aura emitted from it.

My master took us on the aisle between the treasure shelves, looking at the things on the shelves from time to time, talking to ourselves from time to time, and shaking our heads from time to time.

While walking like this, the master was distracted and said to me: "Every time we arrive at a small market, we must prepare the same commercial goods that can be used for sale, and when we are in a big market, we must prepare three. The things in this warehouse are kept for you, Master Xia. If you have time in the future, please ask Master Xia to come to the registration record to check it out. The above records the origin, age and approximate prices of these things."

As I was talking, I saw Master picking up a pebbles-like thing from the treasure rack. The thing was originally pure black, but when my Master hit the flashlight on it, I saw seven different colors of luster appearing on it.

The master put it in a snakeskin bag, handed it to me, and said to me: "This seven-color relics were left by a monk during the Western Jin Dynasty. At that time, Master Xuanzang had not traveled west and the scriptures introduced to the Middle Land were very limited. This monk could reach the Mahayana state in such an environment. His wisdom and Buddhahood were rare in the world. This relics are of great significance to many contemporary monks."

As soon as I heard the word "Xuanzang", I immediately became interested and asked my master: "Are all the things said in Journey to the West true?"

My master turned around and glanced at me: "Of course it's fake. If you have time to read more history books, you have to ask even such things!"

Afterwards, the master came to the corner of the treasure house and opened one of the boxes. I saw that there was only a green mud jar in the box. The jar looked crooked and there were some small holes on the surface of the jar. It looked particularly rough at first glance.

At this time, my master brought a snakeskin glove and carefully took it out. He also said to me: "This Gu Refining Cup was bought by a Miaojiang Gu Master a few years ago. Their lineage was considered the most prosperous lineage among Miaojiang Gu Masters six hundred years ago. But now, many inheritances have been cut off. It's a pity to say it."

When the master was talking, I subconsciously wanted to touch the jar with my hands.

My master kicked my hand away and shouted at me: "You kid, so stupid! This thing is poisonous!"

Isn’t it just a broken jar? It’s even poisonous!

I felt strange in my heart. Why did my master take out such a poison? Is he planning to sell it? But will anyone buy such a thing?

My master ignored me and walked straight to another box, took out a piece of white cloth that had been broken for a long time from it, then shook his head and said to himself: "The people from Nanyang have not come this year, and this shroud can't be sold, so let's forget it." After that, he put it back and locked the box.

My master stood in front of the box and pondered for a while. He seemed to suddenly remember something. He ran to the last shelf of the treasure house like a gust of wind and took a gilded box from it.

Liang Houzai and I were curious and ran over to see it. We saw my master opening the lid of the box, which contained some bright red fine sand.

I don't know what the fine sand is for, but I found that when Liang Houzai saw the things in the box, his eyes were glowing. His expression was as if a wolf had seen the meat, which scared me.

The master also noticed Liang Houzai's eyes and said to him with a smile: "These cinnabars are to be sold this year, so I can't give them to you."

But Liang Houzai clearly wanted that box of things very much. Even though my master said so, he still stared at it intently. When my master buckled the lid, his eyes moved with my master's hand.

Later, my master was also a little uncomfortable by him. He sighed and stuffed the gilded box to Liang Houzai, saying, "Oh, what kind of bad luck did I save in my life? I raised you two wolf cubs. Save some use!"

Liang Houzai quickly nodded to my master, and then carefully put the box in his pocket.

After that, the master picked up the treasure racks for more than a day before finally taking a thin small cloth bag from the top of a treasure rack.

There was a very simple brush inside, which was a bare thin bamboo pole with a tuft of long hair stuck to the top.

Some of the brushes like this are sold at the entrance of the Experimental Primary School, which seems to be five yuan per piece. When I was in elementary school, I had to write brushes because of activity classes, so I bought one. I have to say that such brushes are particularly durable, do not absorb ink, and are still worn out.

But my master held the pen and shook it in front of me, saying, "This purple hair is made of the thousand-year-old spiritual bamboo in Xiaolongtan and the hair of the five hundred-year-old rabbit essence. It is said that this pen was written by Huang Hui, a pen master in the Tang Dynasty. Looking around the world, there are only one brushes like this. However, this thing is very expensive, and I don't know if there is a financial backer who can buy it this year. Forget it, if you like it or not, just it!"

At that time, I felt quite disdainful, and I felt that my master was bragging. I couldn't tell anything like this with such a broken pen anyway.

The master took back the snakeskin bag from me, put it together with the slender cloth bag containing a brush, and then said to me: "Come on, while there is nothing to do now, pass the Tiangang Sword to you first." Then he turned to Liang Houzai and said: "Houzai, you can go around here by yourself, don't move the things in the box."

My master said this, but in fact he told Liang Houzai that the Tiangang Sword involves a deeper inheritance of our lineage. When the master teaches me later, he will avoid it.

Liang Houzai's mind was spinning fast, and he quickly understood my master's intention. He nodded to my master, then ran behind the last row of treasure racks.

The master took me to a relatively spacious position in the warehouse, handed me the Tiangang Sword, and said to me: "The Tiangang Sword Technique in our lineage is similar to the Tiangang Lock you have practiced before. For example, the Tiangang Lock is not only fast, very accurate, but also pays attention to the word "Single" and Tiangang Sword is the same. It pays attention to the odd victory. The angle of action is often very tricky, but this trick can only be appreciated through long-term practice routines. You are sharpening your guns in the face of battle, and you only need to remember one word, that is "fast". In this way, you should use the Qinggang Sword to beat the Tiangang Lock routines now, come on."

I didn't hesitate, and I set off on the spot and prepared to play the Tiangang Lock routine. In fact, the Tiangang Lock has high requirements for basic skills, but the routine is very simple, with only about a dozen moves in front and back, but when I was about to play the starting posture, I was in trouble.

The starting position of Tiangang Lock is to sag your arms and turn your palms backwards, but I hold the Qinggang Sword in my right hand. If the palm of this hand also turns backwards, the Qinggang Sword is just stuck on my thighs.

I glanced at the green steel sword in my hand and looked at my master again.

I saw my master looking at me with a smile and said, "Why, if you have an extra sword in your hand, you can't get a trick? You kid, you were very smart when you were a child. After following me for a few years, why did you become more and more rigid? Don't stick to routines and forms, just do whatever you want."

Do you want to do whatever you want? Wouldn't that mean, I'll fight whatever I want?

So I beat the Tiangang Lock routine according to my master's wishes. Every time I felt that the Qinggang Sword might hurt me, I would change my posture casually, and I felt that the whole routine was messy by me. What's even more troublesome is that the Qinggang Sword is very heavy for me. Although I couldn't take much effort to hold it with both hands, when I wanted to swing it with one hand, I obviously felt that I couldn't bear it on my wrist.

After playing the routine, the master seemed not satisfied and asked me to play it again. At that time, my wrist was already a little clear. When I was shaking the sword, the green steel sword almost flew out of my hand.

My master yelled at me, "Are you stupid? You can't hold one hand, can't use both hands?"

I just freed up one hand to get the Qinggang Sword, and I beat the Tiangang Lock up routine in a mess. Now my master asked me to hold it with two hands. How can I fight this routine?

But since the master said so, I couldn't go against him. I could only hold the hilt of the sword at the same time and wave it casually, with only the footwork and waist, and still follow the Tiangang Lock routine to make corresponding movements.
Chapter completed!