Chapter 113: [Temporary Remote Sword Art] (1/2)

Chapter 113- [Temporary Remote Sword Art]

After returning from Luoxin Street and separating from Tubo, Song Shuhang had come to Medicine Master’s place to use his free time to rest.

Then, he had received this call from Sima Jiang.

“Huh? Where was it stolen?” Song Shuhang subconsciously asked.

“Soon after receiving your delivery, while on the way to the delivery point, someone blocked my car. I was then knocked out, and your delivery……was stolen by the thief.” Sima Jiang said haltingly.

“…..” Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang really didn’t how to put what he wanted to say into words to comfort this pitiful Little Jiang.

Sima Jiang’s voice then changed, saying, “But don’t worry student Song Shuhang! Right just now, we already caught the thief. We’re now in the process of bringing him back, and I will definitely get your package back! If you still trust me, then I’ll definitely send this package to the end!”

The thief was caught?

Although he had already long knew that Little Jiang wasn’t just any ordinary deliveryman, but he hadn’t expected his abilities to be so great.

“Alright. Then I’ll have to trouble you for this matter, Little Jiang.” Song Shuhang replied.

Sima Jiang exhaled in relief. “Then I’ll contact you again after I’ve retrieved the package.”

“Alright, no problem.” Song Shuhang laughed.

After hanging up, Song Shuhang considered. It would still be best in the end to send a message to Medicine Master, and report what had happened. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Sima Jiang——it was just that the flying sword was a good Medicine Master ‘borrowed’ from Great Master Tongxuan. It was best not to hide this kind of thing from the real people involved.

Also, according to Medicine Master’s introduction, the flying sword had Great Master Tongxuan’s insurance measures on it. Even if it was lost, the imprint Great Master Tongxuan had left behind on it could be used to find it.

At the same time, he could ridicule that stupid idea of senior Medicine Master to use a delivery service to return a flying sword!

A long time after his message had been sent out, Song Shuhang finally received the laborious reply of Medicine Master. “Little friend Song Shuhang, I’ve sent flying swords out using delivery services tens of times and nothing has happened before……your luck is just really bad!”

Senior Medicine Master, you can just use voice messaging you know. Just thinking of the image of you trying to type, even I feel tired.

“But, if speaking of my luck, then it really isn’t that good today.” Song Shuhang laughed dryly, thinking of that ‘Uncle PKs Youth’ incident that was trending among circles of friends now……Time to change this topic!

My stomach hurts a lot.

After another long time, Medicine Master replied again. “I called Great Master Tongxuan about this matter. That monk is now training silent meditation. Everytime I call there’s no sound or reply. I thought I was chatting to the air.”

Song Shuhang “……”

Song Shuhang honestly felt that Medicine Master and Great Master Tongxuan were of the same kind. The way the two conversed in the chat group, the people inside the chat group could only rely on mostly guessing.

The worst part was, Medicine Master and Great Master Tongxuan may sometimes only use a single word or emoticon to start a conversation, and the rest would have absolutely no idea what they were talking about.

Perhaps it was because their brainwaves were on a completely different frequency that couldn’t be understood by other people?

“Shuhang, after a while someone would contact you from Great Master Tongxuan’s side.” After a long while, Medicine Master finally sent another message.

But as soon as his message came, there was immediately someone with the ID ‘Little Monk Threedays’ who added Song Shuhang as his friend.

This was absolute proof of how slow Medicine Master’s typing was.

Song Shuhang accepted the friend request.

“Is this fellow Daoist Great Pressure of Mt Books? Your Daoist t.i.tle is rather strange.” Little Monk Threedays asked.

“This is just a nickname……just directly call me Song Shuhang!” Song Shuhang felt that it would be best to quickly come up with a Daoist t.i.tle soon, or else there would no longer be any hope when his Daoist t.i.tle was recognised as Great Pressure of Mt Books by others.

“I heard you’re still a student? Then I’ll be a bit shameless, and call you junior apprentice brother Shuhang. I am the sixth disciple of Great Master Tongxuan……Mm although I’ve already returned to my parent’s home. Master originally already said that our destiny already came to an end, and kicked me back out to my parent’s home. You know my Master is a bit of an eccentric, and no one knows how many years he hasn’t spoken for already. So, us disciples will take charge whenever there’s a need to communicate with anyone.” Little Monk Threedays laughed. “Right, I have some files to send you, accept it using the chat software.”