Chu Tianwang turned around and looked at Chu Huaixiang seriously.
"Are you sure that the old man personally admits that the sword is Chunjun?"
There was a very shocked look on his face.
"Yeah, what's wrong? It's just an ancient sword. You shouldn't be so surprised, right?"
Chu Huaixiang was very puzzled. Although he knew that Mr. Jiang's news would not be simple, he shouldn't be so surprised.
"No, no, you don't know the true identity of this sword."
Chu Tianwang pondered for a moment,
"Pure Jun Sword, belongs to King Gou Jian of Yue. After destroying Wu, Gou Jian was afraid that the monarch of Yue would encounter him again in the future, so he secretly transferred the treasury of the state of Wu and built a treasure house for the king of Yue.
It was hidden in the Chunjun Sword. Later, the sword was lost, and the Yue King’s treasure house was also unknown.”
Chu Huaixiang looked at Chu Tianwang in surprise,
"Grandpa, are you making up a story for me? King Yue's treasure house? Can you also make up such a fantasy plot?"
"Nonsense, when did grandpa lie to you? This is recorded on the stone tablet next to the sword of King Goujian of Yue that was unearthed when the tomb of Chu State was excavated. The King of Chu at that time knew the secret when he got the sword of King Goujian of Yue, but he couldn't find it no matter how hard he searched.
After finding Chunjun Sword, we engraved this on the stone slab, hoping that the descendants of the Chu State would discover the treasure and prosper the Chu State. Because this matter is too bizarre, we are afraid that it will arouse the interest of tomb robbers at home and abroad if it gets out, so we are constipated and will not announce it.
, completely destroying the slate."
Chu Tianwang showed a nostalgic look. Back then, a large number of them excavated the tomb of King Chu together, and less than ten people knew the secret. Now, almost 50 years have passed, and we don't know how many of those people are still alive.
"Grandpa, you really didn't lie to me, did you? If this really is the sword that hides the secret, wouldn't it be priceless?"
Seeing Chu Tianwang's expression, Chu Huaixiang already believed most of it, but she still questioned out loud. This matter was too outrageous. Did she really think it was a novel?
"Don't tell Mr. Jiang and the others about this matter yet. After we are done with our work here, we can ask Mr. Jiang again. Although I think Mr. Jiang will definitely not lie, this matter is too big. Who knows how much Gou Jian hid in the King of Yue's treasure house?
Things, gold and silver, other antiques and cultural relics can be considered national treasures."
Chu Tianwang looked at Chu Huaixiang seriously. Careful preparations must be made for this matter. If any news leaks out,
It can cause a bloody storm.
"Okay, grandpa, when you say it's okay to tell, I will tell Xiao Ranran. For now, I will pretend that I don't know anything about it. So grandpa, can we go home for dinner after get off work? I just watched Xiao Ranran Ranran’s live broadcast is about to starve to death!”
Chu Huaixiang nodded seriously, then said with a smile on his face.
He helped Chu Tianwang out of the gate of the Cultural Relics Bureau. Chu Tianwang didn't dare to wander around casually now. He would be annoyed to death if he attracted more curious people.
"Drink, drink, ha."
Jin Qi danced with the Chunjun sword in his hand and voiced his voice from time to time.
After Jiang Churan finished eating, he took over the live broadcast room again. Jin Qi had nothing to do with the Chunjun Sword. His desire to wield the sword became stronger and stronger, so he simply started playing secretly on the sidelines. The more he played, the more immersed he became.
Imagine yourself becoming a world-famous hero.
Jiang Churan thought it was funny, so he secretly photographed it for the water friends in the live broadcast room.
"Sure enough, even eunuchs have martial arts dreams, and their swords ignite when they are held."
"This is a boy's dream, and women won't understand it."
"If my family didn't agree to it, I would really like to have a wall full of weapons at home!"
"I secretly spent money to buy a Longquan sword. Now I have to sleep with it in my arms, otherwise I always feel that it does not suit my status as a swordsman."
"Bastard guest? It's amazing!"
"But Brother Jin is a bit weak, isn't he? Why does he feel out of breath after dancing for so long?"
"Don't make trouble, this is a bronze sword. An ordinary bronze dagger weighs about ten kilograms, not to mention a long sword like Chunjun. It is estimated to weigh almost thirty kilograms. It's good that Brother Jin can wield it for such a long time. It's really
Where do you think there are strong men per capita?”
"Really? If a sword is so heavy, wouldn't those ancient soldiers have to carry tens of kilograms when they were on the road?"
"Yes, after all, in the era of cold weapons, you can't throw away your weapons no matter what. If you want to survive, of course you have to develop your strength."
Jiang Chen just finished cleaning up, and when he walked out of the kitchen, he saw Jin Qi's clumsy look and smiled,
"Xiao Jinzi, if you like it, I can teach you a set of sword skills. Do you want to learn it?"
Hearing this, Jin Qi raised his head in surprise, his whole body's strength faded, and the center of gravity in his hands became unsteady.
The pure Jun sword fell straight down.
Jiang Chen casually hooked the sword, and the Chunjun sword seemed to be controlled, spinning in the air and flying into Jiang Chen's hand.
"It's finished. It can't be washed off at all."
This thought flashed through Jiang Churan's mind. He and Jin Qi worked tirelessly to change the topic, but in the end, his grandfather changed hands and revealed his inhuman abilities. How to wash this flying sword? Can the thread be controlled?
Sure enough, the live broadcast room completely exploded. This was the first time everyone saw Jiang Chen using his spiritual power. Countless classic cars passed by and barrages flew up.
"Holy shit, shit! I'm fucked!"
"Whoever dares to tell me that I am an ordinary man again, I will tear his mouth to pieces!"
"What do you call ordinary people? Ordinary people can fly swords?"
"Didn't you say that the good old man is a martial artist? This Nima is a fairy warrior."
"Xiao Gaigai: Xiao Jinzi, why don't you quickly kowtow and become a disciple? If you don't want to learn, let me do it! I will learn!"
"Fancy sweet and sour fish: I always thought that the old man was a normal cow. I didn't expect that this was a cow that went to heaven. It's outrageous!"
"All the way to the east: Are there people still laughing at me for buying watermelon? As far as the old man is concerned, will he lose money if he buys watermelon? Can the watermelon be useless?"
"You are so handsome that others can see you: I beg the anchor to chat privately with the old man's contact information. I am willing to spend all my money to learn the old man's flying sword skills!"
“Brother Jack Ma: Is this the old man’s true strength?”
Ma Kun was completely shocked. He had always thought that his father Jack Ma's praise of the old man was a retarded act. Until this moment, this flying sword completely shocked him. It turned out that the clown was actually himself.
Jiang Chen saw Jiang Churan's frown, and suddenly remembered that he had promised Jiang Churan not to reveal various spells during her live broadcast. After thinking for a moment, he raised the Pure Jun Sword and said,
"This is internal strength. It is a martial arts routine that has been passed down since ancient times. It is a way of using the qi in the human body. Don't be too excited. It is not what you imagine. It is just something I used for self-defense when I was in the world.