When Shadow said his last name, it was Zhao Rang's turn to remain silent.
The surname "Yuan" is known to everyone in the northern territory of Dawei.
Because what "Yuan" represents is the Dawei royal family.
Although Dawei now uses the Taishang River as a boundary to divide and rule, and the northern and southern territories have each erected their own banners, the entire northern territory still regards the "Yuan" surname as orthodox.
After all, the surname "Yuan" is from Taizu's lineage, while the "Chen" surname from Nandi is just a cousin from another family.
Zhao Rang didn't know what happened between the two families and why they broke up so far. Since he was born, the world has been like this.
However, the influence he has had since childhood made him deeply identify with the Yuan clan in the north.
At this moment, Zhao Rang couldn't help but become serious when he heard that this "shadow" was actually named Yuan.
He slowly put down the raised knife, walked to the table, picked up the fire sickle on the table, and with a "click", the sparks ignited the cotton wool and lit the candlestick.
Looking around, I saw that except for the broken porcelain from the wine jar, the fierce fight between the two had not made the room a mess.
Zhao Rang pressed against the table, pushed it to the side a few feet to avoid the splashing of broken porcelain and wine, and made a gesture of invitation with his right hand.
"Shadow" sat generously opposite Zhao Rang.
Under the candlelight, his face was almost as young as Zhao Rang's, and Zhao Rang didn't know what to call him for a while.
Although not all people with the surname Yuan in the north are from the royal family, judging from his previous skills and his current demeanor, he really does not look like an ordinary person.
In particular, he also said that his rigid body boxing was learned by Zhenger Bajing after becoming a master in the Zhang family.
Zhao Rang had a fight with him and felt that his rigid body boxing was not only authentic, but also nearly 50% perfect in practice.
Those who can practice without changing their names, sit without changing their surnames, and have received the true transmission of Zhang family boxing techniques with the surname Yuan must come from the Tian family.
"What's your name Zhao?"
The young man named Yuan turned his back on guests and asked first.
"Zhao Rang."
Zhao Rang answered very simply without any hesitation.
This was the happiest time for him to declare his family since Yangguan.
Firstly, this person's situation gave him a feeling of great trust, and secondly, when they started fighting fiercely, he used his own sword skills.
Anyone with some knowledge in the Northern Territory would be able to recognize him, not like the idiots who robbed the darts. Because he had a Western Region saber without a scabbard, he must be the descendant of Shang Shiyi, the sword king of the Northern Territory.
"Yuan Mingkong!"
Zhao Rang also knew a few people of the same generation from the Yuan family, but after thinking about the name for a while, he didn't think of anything, so he just nodded politely and didn't say anything more.
"It's normal that you haven't heard my name, but I know yours!"
"You know me?"
Zhao Rang said somewhat incredulously.
Calculating the time, he has been away from home for more than half a year. Although he was still active in the North in the first few months of the six months, he never reported his home, and he didn't even use a knife a few times. How did Yuan Mingkong know this?
my own?
He was just about to ask, but he saw Yuan Mingkong shook his head and continued:
"None of this matters. Whether you knew it before or not, don't you know it now?"
"That's the truth!"
Zhao Rang smiled knowingly.
He felt that Yuan Mingkong and he had a very different temperament.
There is no need to talk about the past, even if it was yesterday. Now that the two of them are sitting face to face, what else can't they talk about?
"We can't be considered acquainted without fighting!"
Zhao Rang said as he slapped away the sealing mud from another jar of the finest Western Region Spring on the table.
Yuan Mingkong smiled and asked:
"Now if I drink it, it doesn't count as stealing, right?"
Zhao Rang took the wine glass, poured out two full glasses, and replied:
"If we don't know each other anymore, what's the point of having a glass of wine? I can give you this jar! But it's still a pity to waste half a jar..."
Yuan Mingkong burst into laughter after hearing this.
He has come into contact with quite a few children from aristocratic families, but not many are as frank and open-minded as Zhao Rang.
After the two clinked glasses, they each raised their necks to drink. Zhao Rang stood up, 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 has 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. He raised his head and looked at Zhao Rang quietly, as if he had something to say, but he hadn't figured out how to say it yet.
After a long time, Yuan Mingkong sighed and said:
"Brother Zhao, does he know what's inside?"
Zhao Rang shook his head and expressed ignorance.
He has no habit of peeking at other people's things.
What's more, Ye Sanniang asked him to send this iron box here, which was originally a transaction. Zhao Rang didn't even ask who to give it to.
"Then why did you come to the Western Region?"
Yuan Mingkong continued to ask.
Zhao Rang thought for a while and felt that since the other party's surname was Yuan, there was nothing he couldn't say. He probably knew much more than he did.
"Although my cultivation level is average and my sword practice is not very good, I still want to try my luck."
The major families and sects in the northern and southern regions of Dawei will send their most promising backs to the Western Regions for training.
The reason is nothing more than a rumor.
It is said that there are three points of luck in the world. After Dawei founded the country, he already had two points, but one point was stolen by the Chen family, so the Chen family had the confidence to divide the country.
As for the remaining point, it landed in the Western Region.
If we can win this point, the world situation will be very different.
Regardless of the royal family like Yuan Mingkong, the sects of the major aristocratic families can all prosper due to this power of luck.
Zhao Rang felt that this statement was too illusory and illusory, so he didn't believe it.
But he does not deny that the Western Region is indeed a very interesting place, and it is worth visiting whether you are lucky or not.
And as long as you come here, even if you have the idea of relaxing, you will be involved in various incidents for no apparent reason. It seems that there is an invisible big hand controlling behind the scenes, forcing everyone who comes here to have no choice but to
in this way.
Zhao Rang already has a deep understanding of this.
From the fact that he was mistaken as the descendant of Shang Shiyi, the Sword King of the North, to the underground fletching factory that Jin Sanliang showed him, and then to the three-story building where Xifeng Lie was located a few hours ago.
One after another, they seem chaotic and complicated, but upon closer consideration, these things have a dark and unclear connection with each other.
Now he has at least accomplished one thing - returning the iron box to its original owner. Maybe this is just a piece of thread. If you flick it along, everything will become more logical.
After hearing Zhao Rang's answer, Yuan Mingkong took off a pendant from his neck.
What hangs on the pendant is not any expensive ornament, but a delicate key. It is all white and should be made of extremely pure silver.
Silver is extremely soft and is very risky to use for making keys.
If it is accidentally distorted by external force, it will be scrapped.
But there is also an advantage, that is, the key can be easily destroyed actively at critical moments to achieve the purpose of protection.
Yuan Mingkong hung the key of the iron box around his neck, hanging it on his chest, close to his heart. This is really the most important part of a person's body except his head.
However, Zhao Rang has played with this small iron box many times, and it looks completely integrated, with no place to insert a key.
When he was confused, he saw Yuan Mingkong leaning under the lamp, turning the iron box over, pressing the bottom with his thumb, pressing hard, and pushing again, and a piece of iron stuck by the latch popped out, revealing a black hole.
keyhole.
Then he inserted the silver key and slowly turned it one and a half times to the right. The iron box made a "squeaking" sound and turned into several pieces of iron, scattered on the table.
"empty?!"
Zhao Rang said in disbelief.
There is nothing in the tin box.
The reason why he felt it was heavy was because the iron block used to make the iron box was so thick and heavy that there was only a space about the size of a broad bean in the iron box, and there was no room for anything at all.
Yuan Mingkong gathered the scattered iron pieces on the table towards the middle and said:
"The iron box itself is the same thing, not that it contains anything in its belly!"
Zhao Rang carefully looked at the edges of the iron blocks. They were all polished extremely smooth and flat, so after being put together, they would fit together perfectly without any traces.
As far as Zhao Rang knew, there was only one place that could do this kind of craftsmanship.
Sure enough, he saw a red dot the size of a pinhead at the bottom of the inside of an iron block.
Yuan Mingkong saw what Zhao Rang was thinking, so he picked up the iron block and held the candle directly above it. As the distance between the candle and the iron block widened, a dragon and phoenix dancing in the character "Zhu" were projected.
on the desktop.
"Apart from Hongge Boss Zhu, there is really no other shop that offers such craftsmanship!"
Yuan Mingkong said.
"You put so much effort into asking Boss Zhu to build an iron box, isn't it just for fun?"
Zhao Rang asked, looking at the iron block on the table with a playful expression.
"Of course not, how can I have that free time?"
After that, Yuan Mingkong rearranged the iron blocks like building blocks, and followed the latches on the four sides to assemble them into a whole.
"look!"
Just like Boss Zhu's "Zhu" character just now, these iron blocks all have extremely fine holes, so small that they can't be seen with the naked eye. But under the light, they are fully exposed.
The light passes through extremely small holes and falls densely on the table, outlining lines.
Zhao Rang looked at it for a moment and suddenly said:
"Is this a map?"
Yuan Mingkong straightened up and replied:
"Haha, Brother Zhao is really smart! Yes, this is exactly a map!"
Although Zhao Rang couldn't tell that this was a map, he didn't know what it was for.
However, since Yuan Mingkong spent so much effort, the map drawn on this map must be a secret place of great importance.
"This is a valley and the surrounding terrain a hundred and twenty miles west from here,"
Zhao Rang picked up the iron piece and looked at it again. 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 said seriously:
"At noon three days later, there will be half a million arrows to be traded in this valley."
Zhao Rang's pupils shrank and he subconsciously looked in the direction of the backyard.