The Red Chamber: My Stunning Confidante with a Variety of Styles

early morning.

Jia Jue jumped out of the carriage, stretched her waist, and asked Ji Yun beside her:
"Are you cool?"

"What do you mean?" Ji Yun was taken aback, looking at him in a daze.

Jia Jue's oral language from later generations made it difficult for her to understand.

"I just want to ask if your legs have been refreshed?" Jia Jue coughed lightly.

Ji Yun nodded quickly, and said seriously: "It's cool!"

Jia Jue's massage technique is really unique. She really feels that her legs and feet are much more comfortable, even more flexible and lighter than before.

Jia Jue looked at her and couldn't help laughing.

Ji Yun looked at him worriedly: "You must be very tired, right?"

Jia Jue helped her massage for several hours without stopping for a moment, which made her both moved and worried.

Even a martial arts practitioner like her can't bear such intense fatigue, let alone a scholar like Jia Jue.

"It's okay, let alone you, even if there are more, it's not a problem." Jia Jue laughed.

Ji Yun frowned and looked at him: "I always feel that there is something in your words, and it seems that it is not a good thing."

Jia Jue laughed out loud when he heard this, spread out his folding fan, and walked forward.

Ji Yun quickly chased after her: "You really don't need to take a break?"

"No, just rest assured."

"Okay, if you have any complaints, just tell me." Ji Yun said.

Jia Jue nodded.

Ji Yun was silent for a moment, then asked again: "Where are we going?"

"Didn't I tell you? Go to a place that will make you blush and scream with excitement."

"Where is that?"

"You'll know when you go." Jia Jue smiled mysteriously at her.

Ji Yun looked at him with a frown, curious, but she could only temporarily suppress her curiosity and followed him.

After walking for a while, they came to a special building.

"Xuan Bing Pavilion!" Seeing the signboard of that building, Ji Yun widened her beautiful eyes and exclaimed.

Xuan Bing Pavilion is the largest folk weapon foundry in the capital, where a master foundry with superb skills is enshrined, and the knife used by Ji Yun was forged by that master's disciple.

Jia Jue smiled and walked into it.

The shopkeeper immediately came up to greet him and asked, "You two young masters, what do you want to buy? We have everything here."

Jia Jue shook his head: "I don't want to buy anything, I'm here to look for Elder Jiang to make an offering."

Elder Jiang is enshrined, the casting master of Xuan Bing Pavilion.

The shopkeeper was taken aback when he heard the words, and then quickly said: "Please don't blame me, my lord, Mr. Jiang has been enshrined for a long time, and there are no outsiders."

Jia Jue glanced at him: "You just go to pass the news, just say 'returning on a rainy night' and ask for a meeting."

The shopkeeper frowned. Seeing that Jia Jue had a heavenly appearance and an extraordinary bearing, he knew that he had a lot of background, so he didn't dare to underestimate him. He nodded immediately and hurried into the room.

"You want to see Master Jiang? He hasn't shown up for ten years." Ji Yun looked at him curiously.

"It's okay, if I want to see him, he must see it."

Ji Yun glanced at him: "That's not necessarily the case, he doesn't care about how many dignitaries want to see him."

"Then shall we make a bet?" Jia Jue said with a smile.

Ji Yun thought for a while, but suddenly shook her head: "No, you're full of bad things, so I won't bet with you."

Jia Jue spread out his hands: "Am I bad?"

"Bad." Ji Yun replied without hesitation.

While the two were talking, the shopkeeper returned, and he said respectfully to Jia Jue:
"Young Master, Mr. Jiang is welcome to worship."

Ji Yun glanced at him in surprise, and muttered, "Fortunately, I didn't fall for your evil tricks."

Jia Jue smiled, and followed the shopkeeper to the door of a room in the backyard.

An old man with white beard and hair was already waiting at the door. When he saw Jia Jue, he immediately stepped forward and saluted respectfully:

"Jiang San, I met Mr. Jia."

Jiang San, the eighteenth shadow guard, ranked third.

Seeing Jiang San take the initiative to salute Jia Jue, Ji Yun's eyes widened in surprise, her face full of disbelief.

At that time, Ji Zhong wanted him to help make a handy knife, but he didn't even see his face, so in the end he had to let his apprentice beat him.

But now, he actually went out to greet Jia Jue, and his attitude was still so respectful.

Why is that?
Jia Jue nodded: "Elder Jiang doesn't need to be too polite. I took the liberty to come here this time because I have something to ask."

"It's easy to say, please come inside, young master." Jiang San led Jia Jue into the house.

"Ah!" After entering the room, Ji Yun immediately exclaimed, her beautiful eyes widened, and her face was full of surprise.

I saw that the walls of the house were covered with various swords and swords. Ji Yun has been with the swords for more than ten years, so he can naturally see that these are high-quality swords.

Sure enough, this was the place where she could blush and scream excitedly.

Jiang San looked at her, stroked his beard and smiled: "I think this young master should be an expert in weapons. If you see something you like, young master, you can take it away yourself."

"Is it really possible?" Ji Yun looked at Jiang San in surprise.

Jiang San smiled and said: "The swords and swords here are all the proud works of the old man in his life. If it is someone else, he can't do it. But you are Mr. Jia's friend, but it is different."

Ji Yun looked at Jia Jue in astonishment when she heard the words, and Jia Jue surprised her again.

He actually has such a big face, what secret does he have?
Jia Jue nodded to her: "I happen to have something to discuss with Master Jiang, so you can choose a knife you like."

Ji Yun smiled happily at him: "Yeah."

Jia Jue gave her a smile, followed Jiang San into the room.

"Yingwei San, I have met Young Master Jia!" Jiang San closed the door and greeted Jia Jue again.

"There's no need to be polite, I'm here to ask you something." Jia Jue nodded.

"Sir, please speak."

Jia Jue took out a piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to Jiang San:
"Have you ever seen this knife?"

Jiang San unfolded the paper, but saw a unique single sword drawn on it.

This is the shape of the knife deduced by the multifunctional glasses based on the data scanned by Tang Zexiong's wound.

Jiang San looked at the paper carefully, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes:
"Young master, this knife should be my early work."

A gleam flashed in Jia Jue's eyes: "Really?"

Jiang San looked at the picture again, and then nodded slowly: "I can't be wrong, the fine lines on the blade are my unique technique for making weapons, but the technique was not perfect at that time, so there are some flaws. I can see it at a glance."

Jia Jue immediately asked:

"Do you remember who it was built for?"

Jiang San nodded: "Remember, that person was also a man of influence in the capital back then."

"Come on."

Jiang San moved closer to Jia Jue's ear and said something softly.

The corners of Jia Jue's lips turned up slightly when he heard this. He wanted to use Jiang San's experience and experience in knives to continue looking for clues, but he didn't expect to meet the real master at this moment, but it was true:

It’s not a waste of time to break through the iron shoes.

From this point of view, the case has finally come to light.