As soon as the young man finished speaking, the originally weak old man in the room raised his voice and shouted: "Boy, I have lived for so many years, do you still want you to teach me a lesson? Are you a son or I am a son?"

"I'm not teaching you a lesson, just..." The young man's tone soon softened, "It's just that you've been too wronged in criticism."

The old man in the room also knew that the young man was caring for him, and his tone also lowered, saying, "Stop talking nonsense, don't you invite people in."

"You... I don't care about you anymore, I'll do whatever you want!" When the young man saw that the old man was still preparing to see Xu Changqing, he was deeply angry, but he had no way to stop him. He could only glar at Xu Changqing fiercely, then grabbed the military coat beside him, put it on his body, and walked out angrily. When the door was closed, the broken tiles that had already been shaking on the door of the general were also shocked.

The old man sighed softly at this time, then said to Xu Changqing outside the door, "Sir, please come in! I am now injured and it is not convenient to go out to greet me."

"I'm upset! Please forgive me." Xu Changqing did not affect his emotions because of the quarrel between the father and son. After receiving the invitation, he responded, pushed open the door and walked in.

I saw that this house with some old appearance looked different. It was similar to an ordinary farmyard, with some farm tools and tools placed on it, but the house looked like a large family's Sutra Pavilion, and six or seven large bookcases were placed on it. If you look closely, you can find that it was deliberately made old. In fact, each bookcase is made of golden nanmu. Such decorations are not common even in the palace. What is even more exaggerated is that the desk is made of piece of red sandalwood, and its value is immeasurable. I am afraid that it will be difficult for the whole of China to find another desk that is also spliced ​​with red sandalwood.

The big items in the house can be said to be worth a lot of money, not to mention some other small items that are randomly placed, and there are also many items that can be called national treasures, such as the bronze palace lantern of the Han Dynasty held by Xu Changqing now.

Compared to the precious items in the house, the owner of these items seemed very chilling. The old man was not tall and had a hunchback. He shrank together and looked thinner, and his pale hair was sparsely covered his scalp. It seemed like deep grooves around his face that had not been very beautiful, which twisted and deformed. In addition, more than ten abscesses of all sizes on his face made him look even more ugly.

The only thing that attracts attention on the old man is his hands, which are flawless hands like white jade. Anyone who sees them will think that such hands should have grown on a beautiful woman. But now it is actually growing on an old man with a cringe image and abscessed face. The huge contrast has a huge visual impact on others, and it is difficult not to pay attention.

"He probably isn't his surname Fan?" After Xu Changqing came in, he didn't say anything else, and came up and said inexplicably to the old man sitting on the chair.

The old man was stunned for a moment and said, "How can I see it?"

"Bronze casting hand, bloodline curse." Xu Changqing pointed at the two most prominent features of the old man.

The old man's white jade-like hands are a masterpiece in the world of cultivation, called the bronze casting hand. Although the Fan family is only a craftsman at the bottom of the world of cultivation, their family is very ancient. The first generation of ancestors in the family tree can be traced to the Mo family during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and later the Mo family declined. They merged with the Mo family, casting masters, Lubanmen and other methods to create the unique skill of copper casting hand. It is said that this skill can be practiced to the highest level and can easily melt copper into soft mud, and then knead the copper into any shape.

However, this unique skill can only do this. It can neither make the practitioner live long nor have the practitioners possess extraordinary magic power, nor can it allow the practitioners to obtain powerful power that can protect themselves. However, its only effect is to make bronze ware. Moreover, this unique skill has a strong rejection of other methods. Almost after practicing this magic technique, it is insulated from other methods of cultivation. Therefore, even if this unique skill is very unique, it is a unique in the cultivation world. But no one will care about it.

The old man raised his arm with splints and bandages slightly, looked at the white jade-like palm as if he was looking at an object outside of his body, and said, "I didn't expect that anyone can recognize this bronze casting hand now!"

Xu Changqing said: "People in the world think that when practicing bronze casting hands to the highest level, their hands will turn into bronze, but in fact, the highest level should be white jade. This method actually originated from the jade-grinding hands that were passed down from the Jade Master lineage in the Spring and Autumn Period. When practicing to the highest level, they will transform back to their original appearance."

"Your Excellency, are you..." The old man couldn't help asking curiously when he saw that the other party knew so well about his unique skills.

"Xu Changqing." Xu Changqing said simply.

The old man was stunned for a moment, looked up and down at Xu Changqing, and asked, "Nine-Rank Idle Man?"

Xu Changqing nodded slightly.

"You are not already..." The old man took a breath and looked at Xu Changqing, who was still young, and opened his mouth slightly, trying to ask something, but in the end he didn't ask, his lips trembled slightly and closed again.

"Why don't you ask?" Xu Changqing asked curiously.

"If it were decades ago, I might have asked, but now..." The old man raised his hand, as if to let Xu Changqing see what he is now, and said: "Now I have no extravagance or imagination. Whether you are that person means nothing to me!"

Xu Changqing was silent for a moment and then asked, "Fan Jiuyue is yours..."

"Family ancestor." The old man seemed unwilling to mention his family again, so he deliberately changed the topic and said, "What's the matter with me?"

Seeing this situation, Xu Changqing did not say anything more without any ignorance, but turned to the point and asked: "I saw nine copper gourds arranged in a gourd bureau. In my memory, it seems that only the Fan family in the north is capable of making such a perfect copper gourd."

"Thank you for your compliment." The old man seemed very proud of his family's skills in making gourds. Even though the man in front of him was a land god who was already considered to be transcendent to the secular world, his confidence in his pride was not weakened at all. Then he asked, "What does that gourd look like?"

Xu Changqing raised his hand and picked up the teacup on the table, poured a cup of boiled water, and then gently tapped the teacup with his fingers. The white water in the cup immediately gushed out like a fountain, unfolding in the air, turning into a water mirror in front of the old man, and the scene he saw in the back hall of Yongsi Hall appeared on the mirror.

The old man was attracted by the magic spells cast by Xu Changqing at the beginning. Although he had completely lost interest in the things in the world of cultivation, such magical magic still made him feel extremely novel. However, when he saw the nine copper gourds on the mirror, his attention immediately shifted to the nine gourds. After watching for a long time, he did not close his eyes. Until his eyes became dry and sore, he blinked quickly, allowing his eyes to adapt, and breathed out a long breath of turbid air, saying, "I didn't expect that I would see these nine copper gourds in my lifetime."

Xu Changqing tapped the table with his fingers, and the water mirror in the air turned into a pool of white water again, and fell back into the cup without sprinkling. Then he said, "It seems that these nine copper gourds were made by your Fan family."

"Your Excellency believes that besides our Fan family, there is anyone in the world who can make such a perfect copper gourd?" The old man raised his anger, raised his head, and said proudly.

Xu Changqing did not refute. Although the old man's behavior was a bit arrogant, it also showed a fact that no one can compare to the Fan family by making copper gourds in the entire Chinese world.

After the old man's aura passed, he got back to the point and said, "Can you tell me who asked you to make these nine gourds from the Fan family?"

"Sorry, I don't know this." The old man shook his head and explained before Xu Changqing continued to ask: "When I saw these nine gourds, I was still very young, only seven or eight years old. I still remember that it was the day when Yuan Shikai died. White sails were hung at home and outside, just like the dead emperor. That night, someone came to my house and said something to my father. Then my father took out a few pieces of copper ore hidden in the secret cellar and spent three years specifically making these nine copper gourds. After the production, my father's body was getting worse and worse, and it would pass two years later. I believe that when my father made these nine copper gourds, he used the family's forbidden method."

Xu Changqing asked: "Forbidden law? What kind of forbidden law?"

The old man sighed lightly and said, "I don't know that my father just passed on the complete method of casting bronze hands to me. As for the others, maybe he didn't have time to pass on, or maybe he didn't want to pass on it. In short, I didn't have time to learn all the unique skills of the whole family, and he passed away."

Xu Changqing frowned. He just knew that the source of the copper gourd was not very useful to him. Only when he knew about the copper gourd, the more he could know who laid the gourd system. He was not worried that he could not relieve the turbulent flow of the spiritual vein suppressed under the gourd system, but worried that if his front foot solved the big hidden danger of the dragon vein in the capital, someone would jump out to make trouble again. Although he was not completely sure that the person who laid the gourd system had evil intentions, if he estimated the trend of the spiritual vein flow, the possibility of this hidden danger turning into a major disaster in the end was very high, so he had to think about the bad things.

After thinking for a while, Xu Changqing made a request and said, "Can you let go of your mind and let me see your memory?"

When the old man heard this, his brows immediately frowned. Although he did not refuse, the expression on his face had already told Xu Changqing the answer.
Chapter completed!