The Kung Fu Baby is Four Years Half and has 17 Pampering Brothers

  Chapter 397 My sword doesn't belong to me?

  Duan Xiayou responded quickly.

   "It should be an ancient place name, corresponding to a certain modern city."

   Tuanzi opened his mouth wide: "What if it corresponds to a town?"

  【Ancient Martial Arts System: It may also correspond to a village】

  Ji Zhangzhuo hadn’t figured it out yet, he touched his braid subconsciously, “Wouldn’t it take much space to bury the sword? What if it’s under a certain tree on a certain mountain in a certain village?”

  Danzi: "..."

  The three brothers and sisters looked at each other, speechless for a while.

   After a while, Tuanzi started to jump, "Master, master, why are you always unreliable in this kind of thing?"

  Seeing that she was blown up, the two senior brothers hurriedly comforted her, "Master didn't expect that the times would change so fast, isn't it just a place name, we can look up the ancient name of each city."

   Tuanzi pouted and went to the study to get a map.

  Looking at the densely packed place names above, the two brothers were silent for a while.

  I always feel that this investigation is far away.

  Duan Xiayou glanced at his junior brother and asked, "Which words?"

"what?"

   "The name of the place that Master said."

  Ji Zhangzhuo was silent again.

   Tuanzi looked up at him.

   "This, that," Ji Zhangzhuo tugged at his braid again in embarrassment, "I only heard those two words, but I didn't know the specific words. There are quite a lot of words with similar pronunciation."

   And what Master said must be an ancient name, two pronunciations, there are too many place names that can be freely combined.

  Duanzi didn't want to talk anymore, she climbed onto the sofa, lay down, and crossed her hands on her stomach.

   "My heart is so tired."

  【Gu Wu System: What did you read on the Internet again】

"so difficult."

  The system is speechless.

  It also thought about asking Master to bury the sword in the ground, and the host went back to modern times to dig it.

  Anyway, with the craftsmanship of that era, the swords dug out can still be used, so don't underestimate that era.

  Now that I think about it, I am naive too.

  Duanzi was decadent for a while, but he cheered up and began to pull Ji Zhangzhuo to make a free combination. At the end of the free combination, Ji Zhangzhuo was in a trance, and began to wonder if he heard the two pronunciations.

   "Maybe I misheard, but I was quite excited at the time."

  Duan Xiayou woke him up with a fist, "Stop increasing the workload."

  Before he said so confidently, but this will suddenly start to doubt himself, then he must believe the original one.

  When Gu Cheng returned home, he saw three people who were in a trance, as if they were about to vomit their souls.

  He exited and re-entered, but the scenery he saw did not change.

  Walking to his sister, pinched her loveless face.

"what happens?"

  Tuanzi lay on the sofa, heard the words, turned over, and hugged Gu Cheng's arm aggrievedly.

   "Our sect's Tingtao Sword..."

  The more she talked, the more desperate she became, and she always felt that she would never be able to find that sword in her lifetime.

   "Buried and let you go back to modern times to dig?"

  Gu Cheng considered it for a while, and told the truth, "Then, even if it is dug out, this sword does not belong to your sect anymore."

  The three or four brothers and sisters were shocked instantly, and sat up together.

  Just now, all three of them were lying down without love. There were not enough sofas, so Ji Zhangzhuo was squeezed onto the carpet and lay down.

   "What do you mean does not belong to us?" Ji Zhangzhuo didn't understand.

   "Related to the laws of our country."

   Gu Cheng explained, seeing that everyone including his sister shook their heads, so he simply explained more concisely.

   "In short, even the cultural relics dug up in your own yard or the graves of your ancestors belong to the state, let alone the cultural relics dug up under other lands."

   Three dumplings: (○o○)

   "There is only one kind that can be collected by oneself, and that is the family heirloom. The family heirloom does not need to be handed in. If it is a particularly precious cultural relic, experts will come to check and maintain it every year."

   Tuanzi regained her voice, but stuttered a little.

   "Then, even if we found it, we have to hand it over to the country?"

  Gu Cheng nodded, then patted her small head in distress.

   Duanzi was in a trance again.

   She thought of something she had fantasized about.

  In the fantasy, the master buried the Zhenpai’s treasure in the ground, but she couldn’t find the place, so someone dug it up and handed it over to the state, and it appeared in the museum.

  Later, disciples and grandchildren asked her about the head of the sect, what about the Tingtao Sword and Guanhai Dao of our sect?

  She bought the tickets herself and took everyone to visit the museum.

  Fantasies come true?

  She touched her mouth and said depressedly, "Crow's mouth!"

  After understanding the law, Ji Zhangzhuo suggested in a low voice, "Then, are you still looking for it?"

  If it is destined to be handed over to the state, it is better to let experts excavate and maintain it. They will go to the museum to visit in the future.

  I just think that the sword that I could touch with my own hands in ancient times, but in modern times, I have to watch it through a glass, and I feel strange.

  Duan Xiayou showed the poise that a big brother should have at this time.

"You have to look for it. If no one is looking for it, Tingtao Sword will have to be buried in the ground. In addition, if someone with ulterior motives digs it up and sells it instead of handing it over to the country, it will be bad. "

  The dumpling suddenly didn't dare to be decadent.

  Put it in the museum, then she recognizes it, and experts will maintain it anyway.

   But if it is sold by grave robbers or the like to others for collection, or even sold abroad, wow, she is going to beat someone up!

   "Yes, let's keep looking, but we can't spend all our time on it."

  The three brothers and sisters got together again, head to head, to discuss.

  Gu Cheng simply got up and went to the kitchen, and found that the ingredients for dinner had already been prepared, and they were waiting for him to prepare them.

  He could almost imagine that picture.

  The three brothers and sisters sat in groups, sighing while handling the ingredients. The expression is very depressed, but the speed of processing the ingredients is not slow.

   After dinner, the dumplings regained their spirits.

  At this time, she heard her elder brother say again, "Actually, I think your master should be a thoughtful person."

  He had never met that master, but after getting in touch with him, he found that Duan Xiayou and Ji Zhangzhuo were as good as his younger sister. Among them, Duan Xiayou is the former son of the Hou family, and Ji Zhangzhuo is only one step away from the throne. It can be seen that the master is not only proficient in martial arts.

  Being able to teach such a great talent, how could that master not have expected the vicissitudes of life and the changing times?

   Even if you don't know the laws of later generations, you know that it is difficult for disciples to find Tingtao Sword with only one place name.

   Tuanzi nodded his head unconsciously.

   "That's right, the master is not the second senior brother, it's still very reliable."

   Completely forget that she was the one who complained about the unreliable master just now.

  Ji Zhangzhuo defended himself, "I am not unreliable!"

  He dared not push the responsibility to Master.

  The three were tangled again.

   "Master is very thoughtful, or he gave other hints, and some people didn't notice." Duan Xiayou gave Ji Zhangzhuo a look, "Or, the Tingtao Sword was not buried in the ground at all."

  Duanzi looked at Ji Zhangzhuo with a ‘swoosh’.

  She jumped off the chair, climbed into Ji Zhangzhuo's arms, and patted his shoulder earnestly.

   "Second senior brother, it's up to you whether we want to continue working, think about it quickly!"

   Ji Zhangzhuo suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

  (end of this chapter)