The night fell, and Harbin in winter was a bit desolate. The remaining snow on the street had not been cleared yet, but at this moment it was covered with a layer of soft pink color by the sunset. People on the road hurriedly passed by me, I didn't know what they were busy with, nor who they were busy for.

  Although I've long been accustomed to the feel of this big city, I know it's impossible for me to watch the sunset over the mountains like I did back in my hometown. Yet every time this moment arrives, I still instinctively lift my head and gaze out at this forest of steel and concrete.

  The down jacket I've been wearing for almost three years has become less warm, and when a gust of cold wind blows by, I feel the chill on my neck. I pull up my collar, but unconsciously think of that scarf, which once brought me brief warmth. It's my only warm memory in this cold city.

  I don't know why I suddenly thought of that kind of poetic and picturesque yet slightly melancholic phrase, but my current getup is really not poetic or picturesque at all - I'm holding several plastic bags in my left hand, containing Uncle Yuan's signature dishes from his noodle shop, while my right hand is holding a one-liter bottle of Pepsi-Cola.

  Inside is over 20 years of fermented infant urine I've been collecting for a day.

  This appearance is really unable to be melancholic and sentimental, it's all psychological, holding a chamber pot and walking on the street, pedestrians passing by, I'm always worried that something will go wrong, so I can only lower my head and quickly walk in the direction of Fuzedong, at this time I even feel a bit despicable.

  Sometimes I also feel that I'm really worthless, others are already getting married and I still care about her, but this is just a thought, I'm still obsessed like a foolish kid, willing to sacrifice my life for her easily.

  Well, let's take it one step at a time. As long as you don't regret it in your heart and do what you want to do, that's all that matters.

  I comforted myself.

  Finally, Fuzetang is in front of me. I push the door and enter the house, finally warming up. Uncle Wen is still playing Happy Landlord, I quite admire him, not to mention how badly he plays, after losing all his happy beans, he reapplies for a QQ account and continues to fight, seemingly still enjoying himself.

  "I greeted him: 'Uncle Wen, I'm here, let's get started soon.'"

  Wen Shu saw me coming and said, "Xiao Fei, what took you so long? I'm almost starving to death! Let's get started right away, what are we waiting for?"

  As I entered, I casually placed the bottle of Urine Sample behind the door, because I was afraid that if I wasn't careful, old Wen Shu with his blurry eyes would mistake it for iced tea again. If he were to take a sip, my job would probably be doomed.

  I didn't dare to tell him directly that Lin Shu's apprentice also came to eat, it seems that in order to persuade this old guy, I must use some tricks, fortunately, I know Wen Shu's temperament, I thought, let me see how this famous old Chinese doctor gives him medicine.

  Put the dishes on the counter in front, I walked up to him and said: "I say Wen Shu, you said that Lin Shu opposite last time in the hospital so crowded us, we are not to return him some color?"

  Wen Shu's face changed as soon as he heard Lin Shu's two words, and he hummed a sound to ask me: "What's the point of mentioning that old X? This old X used to be against me, just thinking about it makes me angry."

  His expression was exactly what I wanted, so I said to him: "Hey, Uncle Wen, I've thought of a way that will allow you to vent your anger without losing face."

  Wen Shu turned his head and looked at me, saying: "What's the idea? Tell me about it."

  I said to him, "Isn't he that brainless disciple? Let's call him over for dinner too. Think about it, if the old man on the other side finds out his own disciple is having dinner with us, won't he be so angry he'll pass out? And besides, it sounds good to say it, you're not holding grudges and even inviting his disciple to dinner."

  "Wen Shu listened to me and slapped his thigh, saying: "Ah! Right! How come I didn't think of this trick? Xiao Fei is great! Great! His brain is really useful. Haha, if this spreads to that old X's ears tomorrow, it will definitely make him angry."

  I saw that old rascal was taken in, so I said to him: "That Wen Shu, last time I was hospitalized, I left a mind to get the phone number of that silly kid. I'm going out to buy beer and will give him a call."

  "Alright, go ahead and buy some white wine. Today's a happy day, let's drink more."

  I nodded, turned around and walked out the door with a smile but no words. I thought to myself, why not buy some more? This is exactly what I wanted, just watch me today, I won't let you off until you're drunk and can't tell people apart. It's only fitting for my reputation as Harbin's number one wine god.

  Pfft, have I been with Lao Yi for too long? It seems like I've also caught his disease.

  On the way to the warehouse to buy wine, I called Lao Yi and asked him when he could arrive and how the preparations were going.

  Lao Yi said on the phone: "I'm now on the bus going to your place, everything is ready, just waiting for tonight."

  After hearing his words, I hung up the phone and felt more confident. Now everything is ready, and previously it was just a rumor.

  He picked up two bottles of Yuquan square bottle and asked the store clerk to help him carry a case of Harbin beer, then returned to the store. Just as he put down the beer, Old Yi walked in.

  Lao Yi greeted Wen Shu with a flattering smile, while Wen Shu pretended to be serious and unsmiling, but I knew that this old rascal was secretly delighted.

  I saw Lao Yi coming, so I moved the table out of Wen Shu's bedroom, put the dishes on the table, and took out cups to open the wine. The two of us, young and old, started drinking together.

  Lao Yi kept pouring wine for Wen Shu at the dinner table, making the old man so happy that he couldn't help but say "good, good, good" and then drink cup after cup.

  Before long, the wine took effect. We all let go, and Wen Shu also started bragging with us, saying how he was when he was young, how many big scenes he had seen. Now that he's older, he can't stir up trouble anymore, but there are still a few awesome things about him.

  I saw him blowing quite happily, so I asked him: "Uncle Wen, do you have any magic tricks that can let us two juniors gain a deeper understanding?"

  Yi Xinxing had also drunk a bit and unexpectedly said with eyes wide open: "That's not right, I often hear my boss say that you're not very capable."

  As soon as Yi Xinxing said this, I felt that things were going to go badly. This blind thing wouldn't follow the old man's lead? What if he got angry and drove both of us out?

  As expected, Wen Shu's face changed in an instant. I feel like this old guy is similar to Bai Wuchang, his face changes faster than flipping a book. Just now it was sunny, but now it's cloudy.

  Just as I was about to say something to change the subject, Wen Shu let out a belch and said disdainfully to us: "What do you two young people know? A frog at the bottom of a well can only see so much sky! Don't just take my word for it, today I'll let you two broaden your horizons!"

  After he finished speaking, he went back to the bedroom and rummaged through his boxes, looking for something. It seemed that he had really drunk too much. I thought to myself, what good things could this old rascal have? Could he be digging out the bellyband of the Seventh Fairy Maiden Chen Baolian or the chamber pot of the Queen Mother Wu Junru?

  Before long, Wen Shu came back with a swagger, holding a rectangular wooden box about 40 centimeters in size. It looked like it was made of red wood and felt quite heavy. He put the box on the table and said proudly, "Don't say your uncle doesn't have any treasures, today I'll let you two take a look at what's really good stuff."

  I stared at the wooden box, wondering what could be inside. It wouldn't be ginseng or something like that, but thinking about it again, I felt it was impossible. If Uncle Wen had such a large piece of ginseng, he wouldn't need to cheat anyone else and would have sold it and emigrated overseas to chase after foreign girls long ago.

  Wen Shu saw that we were both quite curious, so he opened the wooden box and took out an object. As I looked at it, my eyes suddenly lit up.

  What the... Isn't this the Copper Sword?

  I heard from Ninth Uncle that the Tongqian Sword is also known as 'Qingxie Sword', which is made by stringing together 108 ancient copper coins to form a sword, and then becoming a ritual object through incantation. In the past, many masters with good deeds would have one, borrowing the sword energy of the ancient sword and the spiritual nature of the copper coins, used for clearing thorns and cutting weeds, beheading demons and exorcising evil spirits, symbolizing the suppression of evil and the elimination of evil spirits.

  It is said that since ancient times, money has been circulating and passed through the hands of countless people, so it possesses strong yang energy. Therefore, copper coin swords also have different levels, and the older the copper coins used to make the sword, the more spiritual it becomes.

  My ninth uncle told me that his master, Jing Xian Dao Ren, had passed down to him a copper coin sword before he died. This was no ordinary copper coin sword, but one made from 120 'Hongwu Tongbao' coins, with the extra twelve representing the twelve earthly branches. The silk threads were soaked in a special medicine made from black dog blood and would not break no matter how hard they were pulled. It had helped my ninth uncle get rid of many evil spirits. In the end, when my ninth uncle and 'Gui' were trapped in the cave on Yiwu Mountain, he threw the copper coin sword to his apprentice.

  Looking at the copper coin sword in Uncle Wen's hand, my eyes lit up instantly, and I swallowed a mouthful of saliva. You know, this thing is now hard to come by, but why does this old fellow look so out of place? Is it a fake?

  So I said to Wen Shu: "Wen Shu, what's this? Can you let me take a look?"

  Wen Shu was almost drunk, he smiled and handed me the copper sword. I took it in my hand and examined it carefully, it felt heavy, looked like it had some age to it, didn't seem to be a fake. I checked it carefully, although it wasn't as good as Jiu Shu's one hundred thirty copper coins, but it was still an authentic copper coin sword, made up of one hundred eight 'Yongzheng Tongbao' coins. From what I've seen on TV, this seems to belong to the 'Five Emperor Coins'. It seemed real, because I could feel a strong masculine energy flowing from the copper sword, giving me a particularly majestic feeling. This was exactly what I had been dreaming of!

  Wen Shu saw me and Lao Yi looking foolish, clearly this was the effect he wanted, so he laughed loudly and said: "Look foolish, standard golden sword, it's the real thing, the best choice for warding off evil spirits at home, not a joke."

  I held the copper sword in my hand and asked, "Hey, Uncle Wen, I really didn't expect you to have such a treasure. Can you tell me where you got it from?"

  Wen Shu held up his wine cup, took a sip of the white liquor with a "slurp", and said with satisfaction: "If I'm being honest, it's probably been five years since I got this treasure. I was browsing around an antique market when I met a 'country peddler' who had this sword in his hand. The fool seemed like he was doing business for the first time, all flustered and anxious, so I bought it from him for 2,000 yuan. Tell me, if I didn't have some real goods to ward off evil spirits, would I dare do this line of work?"

  I understand now, so this is a local product. I don't know which clever guy dug it up. Holding this copper coin sword, the more I look at it, the more I like it. With it in hand, tonight's fierce battle will definitely have an extra chance of winning. Maybe it's because of the wine going to my head, but suddenly a crazy idea pops into my mind.

  "Amazing! Amazing! I didn't expect Uncle Wen to have such a treasure, it's really a model for us younger generations!" I hastily poured another glass of wine for Uncle Wen and gave Old Yi a signal with my eyes, so Old Yi also nodded foolishly in agreement with me.

  Wen Shu burst out laughing, it seems that my flattering was just right, making him very pleased. Of course, he accepted our toast without hesitation, and after three cups of wine, he became a bit unsteady.

  This was exactly what I wanted, and seeing that he was a bit tipsy, I said to him: "Uncle Wen, let me help you send this treasure back first, if it's damaged, it would be terrible."

  Wen Shu is now dizzy, he waved his hand at me and said: "Go go ~~ , put it in the secret compartment under my bed, come back quickly and we'll continue drinking ~~."

  I then put the copper sword in the wooden box and walked to Wen Shu's bedroom. As the saying goes, "wine can make people bold", I thought to myself: such a treasure is really wasted on that old fool Wen Shu, no need to rush to return it, I'll just borrow it for one night first, and returning it afterwards won't be too late.

  I saw Wen Shu wasn't paying attention, so I took out the copper sword, but somehow it felt like stealing, and I was quite uncomfortable. So I threw another one-dollar steel ingot into the wooden box, thinking: borrowing is easy with interest, this dollar will be the rent for borrowing the copper sword.

  Then I felt a hidden compartment in the bed cabinet and put the box inside. I turned around, inserted the copper sword into my waistband at the back of my pants, covered it with clothes, and walked back as if nothing had happened.

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