The onlookers were talking and pointing, but no one was optimistic about Qin Huaidao.
A waiter came out of the back hall holding a knife. The scabbard was simple and heavy, with a sense of vicissitudes of life. The shopkeeper took it and suddenly pulled out the knife. A red sword rushed out of the scabbard, and the blade was like blood.
The flames were burning, giving people an inexplicable pressure. Everyone felt their breath stagnate and cheered instantly.
"Okay, good knife!"
“It’s better to be famous than to see it!”
"Definitely win!"
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The shopkeeper saw everyone's expressions, smiled with satisfaction, and agreed to the competition. He took the opportunity to invite the Red Blood Sword to show off the Cui family's heritage and improve the Cui family's reputation. As for the one thousand tael bet, is the Cui family short of money?
The aristocratic family and the military commander Xungui have had a long-standing grudge, and Qin Huaidao is Qin Qiong's legitimate son, and from a certain point of view represents the honorable person. When he thought of the success of the suppression, the master's reward, the shopkeeper was very excited, and urged: "Draw out the sword!
Aren't you afraid? It's okay if you don't want to compete, just kneel down and kowtow and admit defeat."
Cheng Chumo was full of worries. The bet didn't matter, and he couldn't lose face. Otherwise, how could he hold his head high in Chang'an in the future? But now that the matter was over, it would be even more embarrassing to admit defeat without a contest. He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Shopkeeper, I bet you lose.
If my brother wins, the bet is one hundred taels, and we pay one for each, do you dare to take it?"
The shopkeeper responded disdainfully: "How dare you hand out a mere hundred taels? Forget it, knowing that you nobles and poor people want to give money to the Cui family, how can the Cui family refuse to accept it? Accept it.
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Qin Huaidao didn't expect Cheng Chumo to actually place the bet. He was obviously worried to death and didn't think he would win, but he still favored himself. This feeling was not small, so he said: "Brother, I'm sorry to see you, why don't you play more?"
Cheng Chumo smiled bitterly and whispered: "This bastard's words are unpleasant, but they are also true. I would like to do more, but one hundred taels is already all that my brother has."
The shopkeeper sneered disdainfully: "You can pay on credit. The son of Duke Lu, his status is worth a thousand taels no matter what. The question is - do you dare?"
"Straight bitch, I'm playing with you." Cheng Chumo's face changed drastically and he yelled angrily. It concerns the reputation of Duke Lu's palace. Even if he knows he will lose, he still has to play. If you lose, you won't lose!
"Okay, let's write down the document." The shopkeeper accepted Cheng Chumo, and proudly glanced at the waiting official, who nodded knowingly and immediately wrote the document.
With the documents, there is no fear that Lu Guogong Cheng Yaojin will regret it and refuse to admit it. He will kill both Qin and Cheng at the same time. When the master knows about it, he will definitely think highly of him and even use him. Thinking of the excitement, the whole person is excited.
Trembling, I wish I could compete right away.
The document was quickly drawn up, and Cheng Chumo signed and stamped it. His heart was beating fast, and his eyes turned red when he looked at Qin Huaidao. It was not that he couldn't afford to lose, but that the influence of losing was too great and he couldn't bear it.
"Brother, just wait and win money." Qin Huaidao consoled him.
"No, we're lucky to get a draw. After we generals, we play with swords and guns. You should know that we can lose anything, but we can't lose with swords and guns. If we really want to lose, don't lose too miserably." Cheng Chumo looked solemn.
"So unsure?"
"It's obvious, it's a red blood sword."
"Then you still bet?"
"You are my brother, we must die together."
"Okay, I recognize you as my brother."
"You're your uncle, do you just recognize it now?"
Qin Huaidao smiled and did not explain. He couldn't say that he was no longer the "him" before, right?
The shopkeeper got impatient and urged: "Hurry up, if you don't dare to compete, just admit defeat."
"as you wish."
"Qiang!"
Qin Huaidao drew his sword decisively. The sword trembled and buzzed like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, exuding the domineering aura of a king.
At this moment, everyone felt a chill coming over them, and their hearts palpitated inexplicably.
The whole place fell into silence for an instant!
But no one is optimistic about it. The Red Blood Knife's reputation is too great.
An official came up and presided over the ceremony: "Both parties are voluntarily testing weapons. The document has been signed. The bet is one thousand taels. The competition method is to cut each other's weapons. Let's start now."
"when!"
The two weapons were chopped together fiercely. The shopkeeper was also a Lianjiazi and was very powerful. In order to establish his power, he chopped with all his strength, trying to cut off the sword in Qin Huaidao's hand in one fell swoop, creating a visual effect, completely crushing him, and winning the victory.
Qin Huaidao was extremely confident in the weapons he had built, but he also slashed at them with all his strength. To win, he had to win happily and completely.
"Clang!" a sound.
Sparks flew everywhere, and the thick red blood knife blade flew away from his hand and was nailed to the wall. The handle of the knife buzzed and trembled, and a large obvious gap appeared in the blade.
On the other hand, the sword in Qin Huaidao's hand was intact.
Everyone watched this scene and took a breath of air. They ignored Qin Huaidao's great power and actually chopped the shopkeeper's knife away. They stared at the gap of the scarlet blood knife with eyes full of disbelief. Even the shopkeeper was stunned.
Staring at the gap, everyone was stunned.
"Is this...a win?"
Cheng Chumo couldn't believe what he saw. He blinked hard, looked at the gap of the Red Blood Knife, and then looked at the sword in Qin Huaidao's hand. He still didn't believe it, so he grabbed it, looked up and down, and then laughed excitedly: "Hahaha,
We win, brother, we win."
"Of course, collect the money and don't let anyone escape." Qin Huaidao reminded, extremely confident in his weapons.
"He dares?!"
Cheng Chumo roared domineeringly, stared at the shopkeeper and added: "Shopkeeper, give me the money, or I will lead my troops to demolish your shop. No one in Chang'an City dares to steal my money, hurry up."
"You... how did you do it? It's impossible?" The shopkeeper reacted somewhat, stared at the sword closely, a flash of greed flashed in his eyes, and immediately said: "How about selling this sword to me, the price is ten thousand taels.
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Cheng Chumo skillfully held a sword in his arms and teased: "Someone offered ten thousand for the Red Blood Sword. This sword can easily cut off the Red Blood Sword. It is a magical weapon. I want to buy it for ten thousand taels. Go ahead and pay for it."
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"How about just in case?"
Qin Huaidao took back the sword and returned it to its sheath, and said loudly with an enigmatic expression: "This sword was obtained from an ancient cave in the Kunlun Mountains. There is a stone carving in the ancient cave. It is written that the pre-Qin warlocks practiced in the cave and ascended because of their enlightenment, so they left this sword as a gift.
The Qin Mansion is in dire straits now and is in urgent need of money, so we are willing to put it up for auction. Three days later, we will go to Jufu Restaurant to see who is the destined one. Now - pay the money."
When selling things, of course you need a story, just like Pan’s courtyard.
Pre-Qin warlocks, caves, ascension, etc. are just a joke to modern people, but they are extremely attractive to the Tang Dynasty, not to mention that they are really sharp and can cut down the famous Red Blood Sword.
These words were not only told to the shopkeeper, but also to the people around him. I believe it won’t be long before all the wealthy people in Chang’an know about this.
"Qin Xiaoguo is really willing to put it up for auction?" the shopkeeper asked excitedly. As for the bidding, will the dignified Cui family be short of silver? What a joke.
"Of course, the person in charge can see that there is a flying black bird on the sword. It looks like a magician's sword. Who would engrave a mark on the sword?" Qin Huaidao pulled out the sword and continued to speak loudly.
"Xuanniao?" The shopkeeper's heart tightened, and he quickly went over to take a look. As a member of an aristocratic family, he naturally understood that the blackbird was the emblem and totem of the Wang family in Taiyuan. Once he knew the news, would the Wang family go crazy?
Qin Huaidao ignored the shopkeeper's thoughts and deliberately showed it to the people around him. Of course, he had to dig a hole perfectly.
"Let me see, let me see, it's really there." Cheng Chumo came over curiously.
"My nephew, let me take a look." came an energetic voice.