When the shadow said his surname, it was Zhao Rang's turn to be silent.

The surname "Yuan" is known to everyone in the northern border of Dawei, and everyone knows it.

Because what "Yuan" represents is the Dawei royal family.

Although Dawei is now bounded by the Taishang River, divide and rule, and the north and the south have each erected their own big stalks, but the entire north still recognizes the surname "Yuan" as orthodox.

After all, the surname "Yuan" is a relative of Taizu, and the surname "Chen" in Nandi is just a cousin.

What happened between the two families and why they broke up so far, Zhao Rang didn't know. Since he was born, the pattern of the world has been like this.

But since he was a child, he has a deep identification with the Northern Yuan clan in his heart.

At this moment, hearing that this "shadow" was actually surnamed Yuan, Zhao Rang couldn't help but be solemn.

He slowly put down the knife he had raised, walked to the table, picked up the fire sickle on the table, and with a "click", the spark ignited the cotton wool and lit the candlestick.

Looking around, except for the broken porcelain pieces of the wine jar, the fierce fight between the two did not make a mess of the room.

Zhao Rang leaned against the table, pushed it a few feet to the side, avoided the splashed broken porcelain and wine, and made a gesture of please with his right hand.

The "shadow" sat generously opposite Zhao Rang.

Under the candlelight, his face was about the same age as Zhao Rang, and Zhao Rang didn't know what to call for a while.

Although the surname Yuan in the north is not necessarily royalty, looking at his skills and current bearing, he really doesn't look like an ordinary person.

In particular, he also said that his rigid body boxing was learned after Zheng'er Bajing worshipped his teacher in Zhang's house.

Zhao Rang made a move against him, and he felt that his rigid body fist had not only obtained the true inheritance, but also had cultivated nearly fifty percent of the fire.

Those who can do it without changing their names and sitting without changing their surnames, and get the true surname of Zhangjiaquan must be from the heavenly family.

"What's your name Zhao?"

The young man surnamed Yuan was anti-customer, and asked first.

"Zhao Rang."

Zhao Rang replied very simply, without the slightest hesitation.

This is the happiest time he has reported to his home since Yangguan.

First, this person's situation gave him a feeling of great trust, and secondly, when he started to fight, he used his own family's knife technique.

But anyone with some knowledge in the north can recognize it, and it will not be like the group of fools who robbed the darts, because a Western Regions saber without a scabbard does not mean that he is the descendant of Shang 11, the sword king of the northern border.

"Yuan Mingkong!"

Zhao Rang also knew a few people from the Yuan family of the same generation, but after thinking about this name in his mind for a while, he didn't think of anything, so he just nodded politely and didn't say much.

"It's normal that you haven't heard my name, but I know you!"

"You know me?"

Zhao Rang said with some incredulity.

Calculating the time, he has been away from home for more than half a year. In the first few months of the past six months, although he was still active in the Northland, he never reported his home, and he didn't even use a knife a few times, how did Yuan Mingkong know about it?

He just wanted to ask, but saw Yuan Mingkong shake his head, and then said:

"None of that matters. Whether you knew it before or not, don't you know it now? ”

"That's right!"

Zhao Rang smiled knowingly.

He felt that Yuan Mingkong and himself were very good-tempered.

There is no need to bring up the past, even if it was yesterday. Now that the two are sitting facing each other, what else can't they talk about?

"We don't know each other anymore!"

Zhao Rang said, slapping open the sealing mud of another jar of the best Western Regions Spring on the table.

Yuan Mingkong asked with a smile:

"Now I can't drink it, right?"

Zhao Rang took the wine glass, poured out two full glasses, and replied:

"I don't know each other anymore, what's a glass of wine? You can give this jar to you! But it's a pity that the wasted half of the jar is still a pity......

Yuan Mingkong couldn't stop laughing after hearing this.

He has come into contact with many children of the family, but there are really not many who are as honest and open-minded as Zhao Rang.

After the two clinked glasses, they each leaned their necks and drank it all, Zhao Rang got up and took the small iron box from the bedside, handed it to Yuan Mingkong, and said:

"This is what Ye Sanniang gave me, and now it is returned to its original owner!"

Yuan Mingkong took the iron box, rubbed it in his hand for a while, and then put it back on the table, looked up and looked at Zhao Rang quietly, as if he had something to say, but he hadn't figured out how to speak.

After a long time, Yuan Mingkong sighed and said:

"Brother Zhao, do you know what's in here?"

Zhao Rang shook his head and said he didn't know.

He didn't have the habit of peeking at other people's things.

What's more, Ye Sanniang asked him to send this iron box to this point, which was originally a transaction. Even who to give it to, Zhao Rang didn't ask much.

"Then why did you come to the Western Regions?"

Yuan Mingkong continued to ask.

Zhao Rang thought about it and felt that since the other party's surname was Yuan, there was nothing he couldn't say, he probably knew much more than himself.

"Although my cultivation is average, and my sword training is not good, I still want to try my luck."

The major families and sects in the north and south of Dawei will let the most potential backs of the sect come to the Western Regions for training.

The reason is nothing more than a rumor.

It is rumored that the world has three points of luck, and after the establishment of the country, it already has two points, but later it was stolen by the Chen family, so the Chen family has the confidence to divide the boundary.

As for the rest of the penny, it will fall on the Western Regions.

If you can win this point, the pattern of the world will be very different.

First of all, regardless of the royal family like Yuan Mingkong, just the major families and sects can prosper because of the power of luck.

For this statement, Zhao Rang felt that it was too illusory and ethereal, and he didn't believe it.

But he also does not deny that the Western Regions is indeed a very interesting place, and it is worth visiting with or without luck.

And as long as you come, even if you have the idea of distraction, you will be involved in all kinds of incidents without explanation, as if there is an invisible big hand behind the control, pushing the people who come here to do so.

Zhao Rang has a deep understanding of this.

From the fact that he was mistaken for the descendant of Shang Shiyi, the sword king in the north, to the underground arrow-making factory that Jin Sanliang took him to see, and then to the three-story building where Xi Fenglie was located a few hours ago.

One by one, it seems to be chaotic and complicated, but when you think about it, there is a kind of obscure connection between these things.

Now he has at least accomplished one thing - to return the tin box to its original owner, maybe this is a thread, and with a shake of it, everything can become logical.

After listening to Zhao Rang's answer, Yuan Mingkong took a pendant from his neck.

The pendant is not a precious ornament, but a delicate key, snow-white, made of silver of the highest purity.

Silver is extremely soft, and it is very risky to use it to forge a key.

In case of accidental external force, it is distorted a little, and it will be scrapped.

But there is also an advantage, that is, the key can be easily destroyed at a critical moment, so as to achieve the purpose of protection.

Yuan Mingkong hung the key to the iron box around his neck, hung it on his chest, and pressed it close to his heart, which was really the most important place for a person in addition to his head.

However, Zhao Rang has also played with this small iron box many times, and the appearance looks like it is completely integrated, and there is no place where the key can be inserted.

Just when he was confused, he saw Yuan Mingkong leaning under the lamp, flipped the iron box over, pressed the bottom with his thumb, pressed hard, and then pushed, a piece of iron stuck by the bolt popped out, revealing a black hole in the keyhole.

Then he inserted the silver key and slowly turned it to the right for a circle and a half, and the iron box made a "squeak" sound, turning into several pieces of iron and scattering them on the table.

"Empty?!"

Zhao Rang said incredulously.

The tin box was empty.

The reason why he felt heavy was because the iron block used to make the iron box was so thick and heavy that there was only one space the size of a broad bean in the iron box, and there was nothing to fit in it.

Yuan Mingkong pressed the iron pieces scattered on the table towards the middle and said:

"This tin box is the same thing in itself, it's not that it has something in its stomach!"

Zhao Rang took a closer look at the edges of the iron, and all of them were extremely smooth and flat, so they could be tightly closed after being put together, and there was no trace to be seen.

This kind of craftsmanship, as far as Zhao Rang knows, can only be done in one place.

Sure enough, at the bottom of the inside of an iron block, he saw a red dot the size of a needle.

Yuan Mingkong saw what Zhao Rang was thinking, so he picked up the iron piece and held the candle flame directly above, as the distance between the candle flame and the iron block widened, a dragon flying phoenix dancing "Zhu" character light and shadow projected on the table.

"Except for Boss Zhu of the Red Pavilion, there is really no second one for this kind of craft!"

Yuan Mingkong said.

"You put so much effort into asking Boss Zhu to build an iron box, it won't be just for fun, right?"

Zhao Rang asked as he looked at the iron on the table with a playful expression.

"Of course not, how can I have that leisure?"

After that, Yuan Mingkong rearranged and combined the iron pieces like building blocks, and put them together into a whole along the latches on the four sides.

"Look!"

Like the word "Zhu" of Boss Zhu of Fang Cai, all of these iron pieces have extremely fine holes, so small that they are not visible to the naked eye. But in the light, it is exposed.

The light passes through the tiny holes and falls densely on the tabletop, outlining lines.

Zhao Rang looked at it for a moment, and suddenly said:

"This is a map?"

Yuan Mingkong straightened up and replied:

"Haha, Brother Zhao is really smart! Yes, that's a map! ”

Although Zhao Rang couldn't tell that it was a map, he didn't know what it was for.

However, Yuan Mingkong spent so much effort, presumably the map drawn on this map must be a secret place of great importance.

"This is a valley one hundred and twenty miles west of this, and the terrain around it,"

Zhao Rang picked up the iron piece and looked at it again, but he didn't see anything strange about this valley, so he asked again.

"What's so special about this valley?"

Yuan Mingkong put away the iron piece, and Zhengse said:

"Three days later, at noon, there are 500,000 feathered arrows to trade in this valley."

Zhao rang's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously looked in the direction of the backyard.