Borrowed Sword

Chapter 122: Little Martial Uncle: Who Was Chu Huaixu?

Inside the Purple Bamboo Forest, it looked as if the people had split into two groups.

Little Martial Uncle and the Second Elder were in one group, and the others were in the other.

Everyone exchanged glances, each more baffled than the last.

Little Martial Uncle had actually asked... who was Chu Huaixu?

Li Chunsong reacted immediately.

He spoke up at once, “Little Martial Uncle, Chu Huaixu is that youth you told me to bring up the mountain. Didn’t you ask his name?”

“He is called Chu Huaixu — the Sword Attendant you fetched.”

“The other girl was called Han Shuangjiang,” he added as a bit of “popular science.”

Jiang Zhi, dressed entirely in white, looked at Li Chunsong with a very strange expression.

“I know Han Shuangjiang,” he said.

“But the Chu Huaixu you described was a short-statured youth, only this tall,” he even gestured a little.

“And he had a somewhat masculine body with a feminine appearance, looking like a girl disguising herself as a boy.”

“How odd. Wasn’t he called Xu Ziqing? Why would he give himself a false name after coming up the mountain?” Jiang Zhi began to analyze as well.

But the more he spoke, the stranger the expressions on Xiang Yan and the others became, and Chu Yinyin actually exclaimed aloud, “What! Xu Ziqing?”

“Yes, Little Junior Sister, his real name was Xu Ziqing.” The Second Elder who had accompanied Little Martial Uncle down the mountain answered.

Chu Yinyin’s big eyes went wide. She shouted loudly, “You are mistaken! Xu Ziqing didn’t invent a false name.”

“Chu Huaixu was Chu Huaixu, Xu Ziqing was Xu Ziqing — they were two different people!”

Xiang Yan and the others’ faces turned very ugly.

They felt as if a thunderclap had just exploded inside their heads.

So Xu Ziqing was the person Little Martial Uncle had looked for at the foot of the mountain?

That truth was far more unexpected than anyone had imagined.

But upon thinking carefully, many of the strange incidents on the mountain recently suddenly made sense!

No wonder Xu Ziqing could take that sword.

Because he himself had been a Sword Attendant!

No wonder Chu Huaixu had missed the sword — because he had never been the chosen one!o Biyou Terrace in the Wumeng Mountains, and brought Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang up the mountain.

The three had landed on Medicine Mountain. He had warned Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang to bury the matter of meeting a storyteller at the foot of the mountain in their stomachs, never to mention it to anyone.

Han Shuangjiang had answered, “Yes, disciple obeys.”

But Chu Huaixu’s reply at the time had made him think the boy was sharp-tongued and amusing.

What he had said was:

“Disciple has never met any storyteller.”