After Ye Fan came out of the cave, he urged his spiritual energy to fly all the way in the direction of Miaojiang. At this time, the sky was already bright. The sharp-eyed people on the ground saw Ye Fan flying in the air and shouted, "Look at the Immortal!" It attracted the attention of the passers-by. Some people even bowed down and kowtowed.
Ye Fan smiled bitterly. If he was not in a hurry, he would not dare to fly in the air in broad daylight in front of everyone.
Two hours later, he had no choice but to land in a dense forest with few people. He did this with too much fanfare. If those people who were chasing Fujiwara No Chiko found his trace, it would inevitably lead to unnecessary trouble.
After Ye Fan landed, he walked down the mountain. He came to a ready-made clothing store and bought a navy blue robe. He changed out of the blue robe with Fujiwara No Chiko's blood stains. He did not throw away the long robe he had taken off. Instead, he wore it inside. The reason was simple. There were traces of Fujiwara Chiko's blood on it. He had hugged her while wearing this robe. Ye Fan did not know why but he was very afraid. He was afraid that this robe would become his last thought.
After changing his clothes, Ye Fan found an inn that was doing very well. No matter what, he had to ensure that he had enough stamina first. Without stamina, he would not be able to do anything. He had plenty of money on him so he chose the best inn to stay in. During the day, he only did three things, eat, sleep, and practice his Qi. When the sky was dark, he immediately went out and used his movement technique to fly in the air. He madly poured his spiritual energy all the way, and used his movement technique to the extreme. It only took him one night to arrive at the Miaojiang area.
After living in the most famous "Miao Family Village", Ye Fan asked the old people here about the whereabouts of Jinchan. The people here were simple and honest, unlike the Han people where money was the most important thing. After asking more than a dozen old people, Ye Fan learned from them that although Jinchan had a strange temper, she was also kind-hearted.
Miasma raged in Miaojiang, poisonous insects were rampant, and many people would use Gu to harm people. Jinchan often dispelled the Gu poison for kind-hearted people and did not accept a single cent. When she encountered someone who used the Gu poison on others, Jinchan showed her ruthless side. It was said that anyone who used the Gu poison on others by Jinchan ended up in a miserable state. What was even more mysterious was that no one had ever seen Jinchan's true face. Some of these old people said that Jinchan was an old woman with white hair and a youthful face. Some said that Jinchan was a middle-aged woman with a kind face. Some even said that Jinchan was actually a young girl! The only consistent thing was that Jinchan wore a bell bracelet on her right hand and a silver longevity lock around her neck.
Longevity lock? Ye Fan suddenly remembered the silver lock that his grandfather, Ye Yun, had given him. There must be some connection between the two.
"How did Jinchan save you that year?" Ye Fan asked. The person in front of her was the old man who said that Golden Silkworm Granny was a young girl. Back then, Golden Silkworm Granny had saved her once.
The old man told Ye Fan that a year ago, he had a feud with someone because of a herbal medicine business. As a result, the other party became angry and asked a Gu master to put a Gu poison on him. Every day at noon, he felt like there were thousands of ants gnawing on his stomach. It was so painful that he was rolling on the ground. Several famous doctors who knew how to dispel the Gu poison were invited, but they were also helpless. Just as his descendants were preparing for his funeral, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl with a bamboo basket on her back and a silver lock on her neck came to ask for water. There was a dying person in the family, so the family did not take this girl seriously. After passing the water to the girl, they continued to take care of the old man.
The strange thing was that the girl did not leave after drinking the water. Instead, she went directly to the old man and took out a bamboo flute made of green bamboo from the bamboo basket on her back. The old man's family members were very strange and did not understand what the girl wanted to do.
Under the strange gaze of the family members, the girl put the bamboo flute to her mouth and blew it. The sound of the flute was clear and melodious, mellow and ethereal. It was even better than the chirping of the mountain larks. Everyone present was moved by the beautiful sound of the flute and became intoxicated. They even forgot about the dying old man in front of them.
Just as everyone was immersed in the intoxicating sound of the flute, the sound of the flute suddenly became hurried. It was short and sharp. Only then did everyone wake up. However, the scene in front of them shocked everyone and made them retreat in fear.
Countless yellow-brown ants crawled out of the old man's mouth, nose, ears, and even eyes. It made one's scalp tingle. After these ants crawled out, they lined up in a long line and crawled out of the old man's door as if they were intelligent.
After seeing that no more ants crawled out of the old man's body, the girl's flute sound suddenly stopped. The dying old man suddenly stood up and spat out a mouthful of yellowish-brown acidic water. The stench was unbearable.
"Give him more water. He'll be fine after a few days of rest." The girl said as she put the bamboo flute into the bamboo basket on her back and turned to leave.
"Thank you, benefactor." The old man's eldest son was the first to recover. He knelt on the ground in front of the girl's back. "May I know the name of the benefactor?" As he knelt, the people around him immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
"Hahaha …" A clear laughter came from afar. The girl did not turn around. Instead, she stretched out her right arm and shook it a few times. A string of golden copper bells swayed on her white lotus-like arm. The bells were crisp and pleasing to the ear.
Silver lock, copper bell. At this time, everyone suddenly realized.
"Jinchan!" Everyone present blurted out. After they finished speaking, they cried out Golden Silkworm Granny's name while constantly kowtowing …
After the old man recalled this, his eyes were still filled with tears. "If grandma didn't save me, I wouldn't be able to live until now." The old man said while wiping his tears. "Unfortunately, I was unconscious at that time and didn't see grandma with my own eyes. Otherwise, I would have thanked her in person."
"Grandma?" Ye Fan asked puzzledly. "Didn't you say she was a little girl?"
"Silly child," The old man smiled through his tears. "Grandma is not a mortal, how could she see her real body."
"And then? Do you know where Jinchan went? "Ye Fan continued to ask.
"Later, I heard that the Gu Master who put the gu in me was besieged and gnawed by the ants that crawled out of my body in the middle of the night. His two arms were gnawed until only bones were left. He has become a cripple." The old man said. "As for grandma's whereabouts, I don't know. But don't worry, grandma has always been in Miaojiang. It's just that you can't recognize her."
Ye Fan frowned after hearing this. This Jinchan was elusive and often appeared with different faces. Miaojiang was so big, where could he find her? Although there were clues like the bronze bell and longevity lock, there were too many people who wore the bronze bell. As for the silver lock, it was even more difficult to find. He couldn't just rashly check someone's neck. Ye Fan suddenly felt that finding Jinchan was like finding a needle in a haystack. It was as difficult as ascending to heaven.
After bidding farewell to the old man, Ye Fan returned to his residence and pondered. Looking at the silver lock in his hand, Ye Fan suddenly had an idea and came up with a plan.
He immediately got up and went to a silver jewelry shop. Miao people wore silver jewelry, so there were a lot of silver jewelry shops here. After asking around, Ye Fan directly went to Miaojiang's most famous silver jewelry shop "Miao Yinlou". This Miao Yinlou was opened by Han people. Because Han people had many skilled craftsmen, the silver jewelry here was much more exquisite than the silver jewelry shops opened by other Miao people.
After Ye Fan entered the shop, he directly asked the shop assistant to call the boss out. However, as the saying goes, a big shop bullies the customer. The shop assistant didn't pay much attention to Ye Fan until Ye Fan slapped a banknote worth twenty thousand taels of silver on the counter. Only then did the shop assistant bow and take the banknote to the boss.
After a while, a slightly chubby man of medium build walked out. His pair of small eyes were shining. At a glance, one could tell that he was a very shrewd businessman. After seeing Ye Fan, the chubby shopkeeper immediately smiled.
"Sir, what do you want to buy?" The chubby shopkeeper was very polite. Twenty thousand taels of silver was not a small amount. It was equivalent to two years of profit of his shop.
"I'm not buying anything." Ye Fan said as he took out the silver lock from his arms and handed it to the chubby shopkeeper. "This thing, do you know how to make it?"
The chubby shopkeeper respectfully took the silver lock with both hands. After looking at it carefully, he said, "This is only an ordinary silver lock. The silver locks in my shop are much better than this in terms of both quality and style."
"I want this," Ye Fan said. "And it has to be exactly the same. Even the scratches on it have to be exactly the same. Can you do it?"
"This …" The chubby shopkeeper looked at Ye Fan and then lowered his head to look at the silver lock in his hands. He didn't understand why Ye Fan wanted to do this. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that it was just an ordinary silver lock. Any silver lock in his shop was a hundred times better than this.
"If you can't do it, then forget it." Ye Fan stood up and prepared to take back the banknote and silver lock from the chubby shopkeeper's hands and go to another shop to look.
"Sir, what are you saying?" The chubby shopkeeper said with a smile as he put the banknote into his arms. "My family's craftsmanship is famous. For goods like this, it is a piece of cake to make a copy."
"That's good. Immediately work day and night. I need it urgently. "Ye Fan said.
"How much does Sir want?" the chubby shopkeeper asked.
"The weight of this silver lock is at most one tael," Ye Fan said. "I gave you twenty thousand taels of banknote. I want you to make ten thousand of these silver locks for me. In two days, I will come and pick up the goods. "
"Ten thousand? Two days? "The chubby shopkeeper was shocked." Can you give me a few more days? "
"I need it urgently. Two days at most," Ye Fan said.
"Time is too tight." The chubby shopkeeper looked troubled. "Even if I have the craftsmen work day and night, they can only make five thousand in two days."
After hearing this, Ye Fan took out another banknote worth ten thousand taels of banknote and placed it on the table. "Do you have any other questions?"
"This … Haha." The chubby shopkeeper looked at the banknote and beamed. "Don't worry, I will definitely finish this batch of goods in two days."
"That better be the case. Otherwise …" Ye Fan said as he stretched out his right palm and pushed at the bronze golden toad on the counter. He released his spiritual energy and with a boom, the golden toad, which weighed several kilograms, instantly shattered!
The chubby shopkeeper and the shop assistant at the counter were immediately scared out of their wits by the scene before them. They trembled like sieves. They didn't expect this young man to have such means.
Ye Fan slowly walked out of Miao Yinlou under their fearful gazes. This was the effect he wanted. Only then would they be able to complete the orders with quality and quantity.
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