Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

Cheng Ling didn't have clairvoyance, so she couldn't hear the conversation in the governor's house.

She found Bian's house on Santiao Street, the most remote area in Dongcheng District. It turned out that Bian's house was not far from Hong Feng's house.

Bian Baisong, once a famous divine craftsman, had to live with his family in the poorest and most miserable place in Chixia City after he fell into poverty. He lived a life with no roof over his head and no food to eat.

It was getting dark at night, but most of the houses in the Santiao Street area did not light up the lights. The entire area seemed to be left in the darkness.

Cheng Ling walked through the darkness like this, occasionally listening to some crying and cursing coming from the rooms on both sides.

Or an adult scolds a child, or an old man scolds his wife, or sisters-in-law quarrel, or a daughter-in-law scolds a man.

There are also men who beat their wives. Like this, Cheng Ling usually flicks a stone into someone's yard...

In short, everyone has his own trivialities and his own misfortunes in life.

Before reaching the door of Bian's house, Cheng Ling first heard a clang, followed by an angry scolding: "Diao, Diao, Diao! I've been carving your crap all day long! Why don't you go out and make some money?" , can these crappy things be used as food and drink?”

Then a young boy’s voice exclaimed: “Aniang, Aniang, you can’t throw it away!”

The woman and the young man struggled for several rounds, but it seemed that she could not turn the young man away. She turned around and scolded him: "You old man knows how to drink all day long, and you still drink. Forget it! You are so drunk!" Don’t worry, old people are not a thing..."

Cheng Ling stopped outside Bian's house, listening to the scoldings, but found that the courtyard door of Bian's house was broken, and the courtyard wall was pitifully low, just a half-collapsed earthen wall.

Standing outside, she didn't even need to raise her eyes. She could see a little old man spread out in the shabby yard through the sparse starlight in the sky.

He was obviously in a drunken state, but he was still holding a wine gourd tightly.

The old woman next to him scolded him, so he rolled on the dirty dirt floor, as if using the dirt as a bed.

There was also a teenager wiping tears in the yard, bending down while walking, as if he was picking something up.

Cheng Ling's arrival did not attract the attention of this family. They all seemed to be immersed in their own world. Until a moment later, a person walked out of the short room inside, but it was a tall man with a hunched back.

He whispered: "Mom, stop scolding and rest. If you scold me again, my daughter will be awakened again."

The old woman suddenly stopped scolding, and Cheng Ling raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door of Bian's courtyard.

Boom, boom, boom!

The sound startled several people in the yard. The old woman suddenly raised her head and looked over, and the old man on the ground who was drunk to death suddenly jumped up like a carp.

Before he fully opened his eyes, he said in confusion: "Who is it? Don't look for me, I have no money! I don't have any drawings either. The drawings were all taken away by someone named Yao. I don't have them, I don't have them, woo woo Woo..."

As he spoke, he actually started crying, covering his face while crying. This look and state couldn't simply be described as a drunk person——

He looked like he was crazy.

Cheng Ling raised her eyebrows. She knew that this man who looked like a crazy old man was Bian Bosong, who was once known as the magical craftsman of Chixia.

Cheng Ling could guess from Bian Bosong's reaction that after he "washed his hands in a golden basin", there would probably be a lot of people in the industry looking for him. Even, maybe not just ordinary colleagues, his opponent Yao E, I'm afraid he has never let him go.

Otherwise, Bian Bosong has been famous for many years and his family is not weak. Even if he "washes his hands in a golden basin", why would he be in such a state of decline now?

Combined with all the details he had learned over the past two days, Cheng Ling suddenly felt confident.

She lifted her feet and stepped into the yard of Bian's house. Then she turned around again and carefully closed the broken door of Bian's yard. Even this broken door cannot be completely closed at all.

Then, Cheng Ling walked directly to Bian Songbai, raised his hand, picked up one of his arms, and led him into the house.

This move is really amazing, because although Bian Bosong looks like a thin old man, he is actually very tall and not light in weight.

In addition, he often acts crazy when he is drunk. When the madness comes up, his strength is so great that even two grown men can't hold it down.

But after the thin Cheng Ling picked up one of his arms, she dragged him directly into the house like a chicken.

Standing at the door, the eldest son of the Bian family subconsciously stretched out his hand to stop Cheng Ling, but Cheng Ling gently pushed him aside and he couldn't help but step aside.

Old lady Bian was so shocked that she couldn't speak. She just opened her mouth and hurriedly chased after her.

After a while, Cheng Ling entered the main room of Bian's house, and Mrs. Bian, Dalang Bian, and Erlang Bian all squeezed into the small room.

There was no light in the small room, it was dark and crowded. The atmosphere was very tense and unspeakably weird.

Cheng Ling controlled Bian Baisong in his hand, as if he had the momentum to threaten the emperor and command the princes, and said: "Close the door."

Ben Erlang was closest to the door and quickly closed the door obediently.

As soon as the door was closed, the room suddenly became darker, and even the sparse starlight outside could hardly penetrate.

Such darkness can easily make people panic. Old Mrs. Bian opened her mouth and said in a sharp voice: "You..."

Cheng Ling: "Shh!"

She pointed her finger in a silent gesture. Then he put his hand on his waist and took out a candle from his satchel. She quickly lit the candle, and a faint light enveloped the shabby little room.

In the room, the old lady Bian lost her voice again, and several other people also forgot to speak.

They just stared blankly at Cheng Ling's movements, feeling that the light on her hand was so strange at this moment -

A person who visits someone else's house at night and brings a candle with him asks you if you think it's strange?

Cheng Ling dripped wax and dipped the candle in the middle of the broken table. Then he took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Bian Bosong, who looked dull. Then he went straight to the topic and said: "Master Bian, please take a look at this drawing." How is the skill of the boat you boarded?"

Bian Bosong rolled his eyes and subconsciously turned his gaze to the drawing. Then he blurted out: "Impossible! It is impossible to build such a ship!"

After blurting out these words, Bian Baisong shut up tightly the next moment.

He realized that he had been deceived by Cheng Ling.

Let me ask you, how can a drunk and crazy person still read the drawings?

But it was too late. He said this to prove that he was not crazy.

Bian Bosong was angry and annoyed, and his eyes, which were red from drinking, stared at Cheng Ling.

But Cheng Ling dug out of his satchel again, and this time he took out a shining silver ingot.

Cheng Ling said: "Such a ship can be built. I still have the blueprints. Do you believe it, Master Bian? So, I don't covet Master Bian's secrets. I just want to buy Master Bian's craftsmanship."

As she spoke, she smiled slightly and placed the ingot on the broken table.

Bian's family: "..."