"Doing business?"
Hearing Yu Daochen mention doing business, the old man became even more vigilant. "There shouldn't be any villages near Mount Xiaotun, right? Could it be that you're also here to dig for ginseng and herbs, young man?"
There were no villages within a twenty-mile radius of Mount Xiaotun. The only explanation was that he was here to dig for ginseng or herbs.
After all, the only valuable things on this mountain were these two items.
However, judging by his appearance, he didn't seem like someone who came to dig for ginseng or herbs, as he didn't even have any tools.
Instead, he looked like a criminal who had fled to the deep mountains and forests to avoid legal sanctions.
Yu Daochen saw that the old man's suspicion was growing and didn't know how to explain.
He couldn't possibly tell them that he was a master of subduing demons and eliminating evil.
The young man looked at the cloth-wrapped object on Yu Daochen's lower back and asked fearfully, "Brother, what are you carrying on your back? It's not a gun, is it?"
As soon as the young man said this, the old man immediately raised his hunting rifle vigilantly and aimed it at Yu Daochen, apologizing, "I'm sorry, young man. My child doesn't understand anything and is just talking nonsense."
Although the old man smiled, he was terrified in his heart. That question was fatal.
It was possible that he would be killed to silence him.
Seeing the situation, the man and the young man beside him hid behind the old man in fear.
Yu Daochen felt speechless. The words of apology were spoken, but the muzzle was pointed at his forehead.
Was he afraid that he would kill them to silence them?
Although this thing was called a hunting rifle, it was similar to a shotgun. Its effective range was at most fifty meters. Beyond fifty meters, it was all up to luck.
Most hunters used this. Its power wasn't very great, but a wild boar or something similar would fall to the ground after one shot.
"Grandpa, please hold that thing steady. I don't want my head to be blown open," Yu Daochen said with emotion.
To be honest, he was also afraid that the old man would get excited and pull the trigger, firing a shot at his forehead.
At that point, it would be a battle of hand speed, to see if he could use the Water Kan Mirror to defend himself before the bullet hit him.
The old man dared not relax in the slightest and still smiled, "Young man, don't be angry. My grandson is still young and doesn't understand anything."
Yu Daochen shook his head helplessly and took out the Kanglong Jian, placing it on the ground. "Grandpa misunderstood. What I have here is not a gun."
If he didn't tell them, everyone would probably be on edge tonight.
Seeing Yu Daochen place the object from his lower back in front, the old man breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his hunting rifle. "I'm sorry, young man. We have to be careful in this desolate wilderness."
The woman beside him looked at the cloth-wrapped object on Yu Daochen's lower back and asked, "Young man, what exactly do you have in there?"
Yu Daochen didn't intend to hide it. He picked up the Kanglong Jian and drew it out.
The young man looked at the dark object in Yu Daochen's hand with some confusion. "What is this? A wooden stick?"
The woman was also puzzled. The old man beside him took a closer look and said, "This is a Jian."
Yu Daochen smiled faintly. "That's right, it is indeed a Jian."
To be honest, the old man was also a little confused. Although the Jian was powerful, it was not as easy to use as a sword or a saber.
Bringing this thing up the mountain was not as useful as a machete.
As they chatted, they became familiar with each other, and Yu Daochen learned their names.
The old man's name was Tang Jilin, the woman beside him was Tang Lei, his granddaughter, and the young man was Tang Quan, his grandson.
Their purpose for going up the mountain this time was to dig for ginseng and herbs.
Tang Jilin invited Yu Daochen to their campfire, and Yu Daochen went over.
In this desolate wilderness, having someone to talk to was better than being alone.
Tang Quan looked at the Kanglong Jian on Yu Daochen's lower back, his eyes shining. "Brother, can I take a look at this Jian?"
Yu Daochen smiled faintly and handed the Kanglong Jian over. "Feel free to look."
Tang Quan took the Kanglong Jian and started waving it around excitedly.
After all, every boy had a dream of walking the martial world with a long sword on his back.
Yu Daochen looked at Tang Jilin and asked, "Grandpa, you're truly still vigorous. At your age, you still come up the mountain to dig for herbs."
Tang Jilin shook his head helplessly and chuckled, "Our generation has never traveled far. We rely on this mountain for a living. My body is getting weaker day by day. While I can still walk, I plan to go into the mountains one more time."
Yu Daochen smiled faintly. "Grandpa has a good spirit."
The old man glanced at Tang Quan and Tang Lei and shook his head helplessly. "These children are all used to living in big cities. They came back to see me this time, and they insisted on coming into the mountains with me."
Yu Daochen nodded. "With the development of industry, fewer people rely on the mountains for a living."
Tang Jilin also nodded and sighed, "Yes, the happiest times were when I went hunting in the mountains with my elders. Unlike the children nowadays, they just hold their phones and play games when they have nothing to do."
Tang Lei on the side retorted, "Grandpa, I'm not like that. That's your grandson."
Tang Jilin looked at Tang Quan, who was waving the Kanglong Jian around excitedly, and said, "I'm talking about that brat."
Just as they were chatting enthusiastically, a voice came from outside the door. "The rain is really heavy."
Yu Daochen turned his head vigilantly and saw four burly men walk in from outside.
Yu Daochen sized up their faces and then relaxed his vigilance.
One of the burly men looked over and saw Tang Jilin, smiling, "Uncle Tang, you and the two little ones are walking faster than us."
The other three also called out, "Uncle Tang."
Tang Quan and Tang Lei saw them and also called out, "Hello, uncles."
Tang Jilin looked at them and smiled, "I wasn't here to dig for anything in the first place. I just brought my grandson and granddaughter to see the mountain and experience life in the mountains. What good things have you boys dug up this time?"
The three went behind the stone statue to burn wood for warmth. The leading burly man put down his basket and said, "Just some ordinary herbs. There's nothing valuable at all."
Tang Jilin glared at them disapprovingly. "With your greedy way of collecting, it's no wonder you can't find anything good."
The man who led the group scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Heh, this is also a last resort. My son is still in high school, and his monthly expenses are high. We people don't have much education, so we can only rely on this mountain for a living."
After speaking, the burly man chuckled. "Uncle Tang, since you won't be going up the mountain anymore, why don't you tell us the locations of those ginseng?"
There was an unwritten rule among those who dug for ginseng. After finding ginseng and digging it up, they would leave a mark and then check back in five or six years.
The same place might grow ginseng again, which was a form of recycling.
Tang Jilin snorted disapprovingly. "Go away, go away. No matter how much ginseng there is, it's not enough for you to dig. Those are gifts from nature."