"Damn, it's still related. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Feng Ping couldn't help but take a sip in his heart. Two almost identical figures, it is certainly impossible to say that there is no connection. It seems to be more like a series, thinking about the self who was poisoned in his dream, Feng Ping feels that such a series is definitely not a good thing. He wanted to stay away from the messy stories, but he wanted to figure it out. Although reason told himself that the young master of the Feng family was imagined by himself, but the feeling of being there made the sense of substitution stronger and stronger, and he was endlessly curious about the elder and the triangle that Lu Ying said, maybe it was fate that he encountered these?

I saw Feng Ping suddenly look at the dog seriously, the sharpness in his eyes made the dog feel cold, and just about to ask, he heard Feng Ping say: "Ergouzi, this sword is given to me, as a debt." ”

The dog was about to refuse, but when he saw Feng Ping's eyes again, he suddenly lost his courage. After all, although the sword was not of the right age, it was almost exchanged for half of his net worth, and there were so many magical things, how could it be so easy to give it to others. But thinking about the identity of the person opposite, I lost my confidence again. During that period, Ai Ai didn't dare to say anything for a long time.

Feng Ping looked at the second dog, where could he not understand the dog's mind, thought about it and said, "That's it, the sword is still yours, I'm just borrowing, you see those strange things yourself, even I saw it, then at least check these, I can't stop if I have curiosity, the sword is placed here, and it's still yours when the investigation is understood."

When Ergouzi heard Feng Ping say this, he instantly became the slippery boy again, patting his chest and saying that it was okay, even if he didn't return it, it would be fine, but both of them understood in their hearts, judging from what happened before, this sword is not just as simple as a sword.

I didn't have the heart to speak, and after a while. Ergouzi took out a box and wrapped the sword for Feng Ping, the box is made of good wood, it is not smooth to the touch, but the whole is very thick, the thick black color exudes a kind of quaintness, it seems to absorb the surrounding light, and it seems that it is not ordinary. Thinking that this second dog is not old, but there are a lot of people, Feng Ping secretly praised it in his heart.

The second dog didn't notice so much, and it seemed that he also had something on his mind. Looking at the box, he said with empty eyes: "The box is with the sword, the sword seller said that the age of the box is much bigger than the sword, I was still curious about what wood can be passed down for thousands of years, and now I think about it, it is estimated that it is also bluffing me." But this box of wood is really good, I don't know woodwork, and I know that this must be a good product, if you are interested, you can check it together. The sword will be left with you, and if you find out anything, you can let me know. But Brother Ping, this sword is so mysterious, you have to be careful in everything. After speaking, he looked at Feng Ping with a serious face, and there was no smoothness in his expression, and his serious appearance made Feng Ping uncomfortable. Yes, I will. After a perfunctory answer, Feng Ping took the box and left Ergouzi's warehouse.

It was still morning when I came, but it was also in the afternoon. Feng Ping walked down the street carrying a long black wooden box, always feeling like a lone wanderer. Looking down at the box, I saw that the wood did not have a trace of luster flowing in the sun, but it was also magical.

The dog's warehouse was not far from Feng's house, and Feng Ping felt that he had arrived at the door of the house after not walking for a while. Fengjia is in the old city, the old streets, old alleys, old buildings, from the road into a small alley a few meters wide, people feel that from civilization into history, whether it is a house with white walls and black tiles or a blue brick road that has been polished smooth like a mirror, it is full of the taste of the times, and the modern buildings not far away are a little out of place.

It may be the reason why there has been no rain for some days, and there is a lot of dust on the bluestone slabs, but it is still quite clear. I turned three corners in the alley, and in front of me was my own alley. I saw an old man sitting around the corner, with white hair and a full face, who seemed to be in his old age. This old man Feng Ping is very familiar, he has been begging here since he was in elementary school, and he has been counting it for more than ten years. When I was a child, when there was no one at home, Feng Ping often ran out to chat with the old man when he had nothing to do, the old man was very talkative, he seemed to have been to many places, and ancient and modern history seemed to be able to tell one, two, three. Feng Ping felt that maybe this old man was more powerful than most famous people on TV, and no matter how poor he was, he shouldn't need to beg for a living, there must be a reason, but the old man didn't say that Feng Ping had no choice. Even at that time, the old man didn't even want to tell Feng Ping his name, so he only called him Grandpa, and Feng Ping thought he was the father-in-law of the land for a long time.

Later, after the age of twelve, the old man told Feng Ping that he was called Gui Xuanzi, and as for the name, he had long forgotten it, and asked Feng Ping not to tell anyone. In the more than ten years that Gui Xuanzi has been here, he has always appeared one after another, every time he begs at the mouth of this alley of Fengjia, there are not many pedestrians here, most of them are old neighbors who have lived for decades, and I don't know why he is here, how to go to a downtown area is more reliable than here. Anyway, in Feng Ping's impression, I haven't seen him begging for any money, but the neighborhood will always help him with some meals cooked at home, but this has not been eaten, and I don't know how he has survived for more than ten years.

For a long time before, Gui Xuanzi was in the process of disappearing several times a year, and today when he saw Feng Ping again, he naturally wanted to go up and talk about it.

"Grandpa Tu, I haven't seen you for a long time, where did you go to fight the autumn breeze again?" Feng Ping asked, and sat down beside the old man unceremoniously. Although Gui Xuanzi is a beggar person, the gray robe on his body is always very clean, and there is never any peculiar smell but a very fresh smell, which is why Feng Ping was willing to approach him when he was a child.

Today's Gui Xuanzi seems to have a very heavy heart, Feng Ping sat down beside him, and was stared at for a long time before he heard him say slowly: "Ah Ping, Grandpa Tu is okay to wander around, but it's you, young people have to go out more often, it's not good to stay at home like this." ”

This sentence for no reason makes Feng Ping very strange, no matter how much he talks about the old man in the past, he only talks about things and not people, and never instructs himself what his juniors should do.

"The little one has no interest, he has missed home since he was a child, and he will not pursue anything to get ahead if he can live an ordinary life here. What's more, grandpa needs personal care when he is old, and it is not easy to go out and run blindly. ”

"It's naturally good to think of filial piety, but it's hard to avoid good and evil, and sometimes you have to give it up." After speaking, he seemed to be tired, and he didn't wait for a response, so he spread out his robe, and he was lying on the ground on his side like this, and he didn't care about it.

Feng Ping felt very bored, so he was about to get up and go home, and as soon as he stood up, he heard the old man's voice again: "Boy, don't be too curious, if you really care about your grandfather, you have to learn to let go." Wensheng looked at the old man and found that he was still in that position, as if he had not said that sentence. Why is everything so strange today? Feng Ping muttered as he walked through the alley and into the house. What he didn't know was that there was a pair of eyes behind him, staring at him until he entered the house. The sharpness in his eyes is like a sharp knife, pointing directly at people's hearts.