Yuanshin: I Sell Pots On The Tivat Continent

Hu Tao sighed with emotion: "I think it was set up and that's why this kind of mechanism exists. It can't be naturally formed.

"This also means that someone has stored some good things here. Take a look."

With that said, Hu Tao walked in at the lead.

Soon, when everyone walked in, they found that it was very dilapidated inside.

As soon as he entered the stone door, a musty smell mixed with the smell of ancient dust hit his face, making everyone present frown.

Especially Paimon, who was not used to it and immediately stretched out his hand to cover his reputation, complaining: "It would be great if there is a wind element here to stimulate it, it can purify the air here."

At this time, the dim light around barely penetrated the cobweb-covered stones, illuminating every corner in variegated patterns.

There are dust-covered items everywhere, like a layer of ashes of time, recording the past glory of this treasure house.

Broken utensils were scattered randomly on the ground, and every step was accompanied by the sound of fragile porcelain pieces breaking, which was particularly harsh.

The once-dazzling decorations are now just a pile of inconspicuous fragments. Their luster has long been eroded by time, leaving only mottled traces.

"Everything here is useless."

Looking at the surrounding environment, Hutao frowned and was speechless: "Didn't you say there is a treasure here? There is also a hammer here. Now we are here in vain."

There is a ghost treasure in this place.

There are things everywhere that have been polished and shattered by time.

"Look, there's something over there."

Paimon, who had already flown ahead, suddenly discovered something. He quickly pointed to the front and said, "The treasure we are looking for should be that one. There is a treasure chest there, and there might be something good in it."

With that said, Paimon couldn't wait to fly over.

When Paimon flew over, everyone also looked in the direction indicated by Paimon.

In that corner, a lonely wooden box attracted everyone's attention.

The surface of the wooden box is covered with cracks, and it has obviously experienced countless years of weathering.

This box is in sharp contrast to the surrounding shabby environment, as if telling an unknown story.

Although everything around it looks so shabby and discolored, this wooden box still stands firmly, seeming to imply that it may contain unknown secrets or priceless treasures.

Seeing this, Hutao stepped forward and complained: "This box is in tatters. The contents inside must have been broken long ago."

While speaking, Hu Tao had already stepped forward and reached out to touch the rough wooden surface. Every texture seemed to tell her a story from the past.

The next second, Hutao gently opened the lid of the box, and everyone's eyes were focused on the secret that was about to be revealed.

In this forgotten treasure house, this humble wooden box may be the only key to the glory of the past.

"Um, it's a scroll???"

When Hu Tao opened the box, there was only a scroll-like thing in the box in front of everyone, and everyone looked dumbfounded.

This scroll was covered with dust and looked like it had been dusty for a long time.

Shibamen Jiro, who had been watching, his eyes were extremely excited, and his body was shaking slightly with excitement, as if he recognized what this scroll was.

"Why is it a scroll?"

Paimon, who saw this scene, was speechless: "It's been so long, this thing should have been broken long ago."

"It shouldn't break when touched. I think the material looks pretty good."

As Hutao said this, he picked up the scroll again and again, and suddenly a huge amount of dust hit his face.

The dusty scroll was not broken. It was sorted by Nutmeg immediately and then opened.

"Um, what is this?"

When he saw a pair of intermittent drawings appearing on the unfolded scroll, Hu Tiao looked confused.

Why can't she understand this thing?

Not only Hutao couldn't understand it, Paimon and others also looked confused and couldn't understand it.

"It looks like a blueprint."

Fischer scratched his head, looked at it, and said thoughtfully: "What do you think?"

"Well, it should be a drawing."

"I was a little confused at first, but now that I have a look, it seems that it is indeed the case."

"Don't we have a rice wife here? Let's ask. After all, he is the one who brought us here. He might know about this scroll.

As Fischer opened his mouth, everyone present started talking one after another.

Soon someone was talking about Shibamon Erlang, which made Hutao and others stunned, and subconsciously looked at Shibamen Erlang.

As soon as she looked at Shibamen Erlang, Hu Tao saw the excitement in Shibamen Erlang's eyes.

"Eh? Do you know what this is?"

For a moment, Paimon asked curiously.

While asking, he also handed this drawing to Shibamon Jiro to see.

"Uh-huh."

Hearing this, Shimon Jiro nodded quickly: "If I guessed correctly, this is a forging drawing of a weapon, and it shows how the weapon is forged.

"Under this blueprint, there is a boy, which proves what kind of weapon blueprint this is. You can look for it."

"Weapon forging blueprints?"

Hearing this, Hu Tao and others were stunned.

It’s really a forging blueprint.

Subconsciously, Paimon and others looked carefully.

When he saw a certain place, he was shocked and said: "Look, there are words here. Well, I can't understand this word. Can you understand it?"

While speaking, he scratched his head again.

"Drawings of Chaimen's famous swords, Tianmuying's sword?"

Oz, who was flapping his wings, suddenly spoke and turned to look at Shibamon Jiro: "Boy, what does this blueprint have to do with your family?"

"Tianmuying's sword-making drawings?!"

Hearing Oz's words, Shibamon Jiro looked surprised and hurriedly said, "Sir, is it true? Is it really the blueprint of Tenmu Kage's swordplay? This is the treasured blueprint of our Shibamon family, created by the first generation leader of the Iwazo-ryu clan, Doin. ” It was given to the Chaimen family, but the Chaimen family never knew where to put it.

As he spoke, Shibamen Erlang had a look of fanaticism in his eyes.

"Chaimen's family, oh oh.

At this moment, Paimon looked at Shimon Erlang with a stunned look on his face and said: "No wonder you know this place. It turns out that this is a treasure place that belongs to your family, isn't it? A treasure place from your ancestors."

No wonder Chaimen Erlang knew this place. It turned out that the things belonged to Chaimen's family.

"It sounds like a very ordinary knife."

Hu Tao pinched her chin, shook her head and said, "It's a pity that this case is of no use to this Hall Master."