After Wei Guan finished speaking, without waiting for Jia Rong to react, he snatched the Qingzhi Sword from Jia Rong's hands and checked it repeatedly, fearing that Jia Rong had damaged the sword when he just swung it. When he saw that there was no problem, he took the sword back.
Sheath, and then hugged her tightly in her arms.
To be honest, Jia Rong is very fond of this sword. The Qingzhi Sword is also very famous in history. Cao Cao has two swords, one is Yitian and the other is Qingzhi. Yitian Jiancao brought it with him, Qingzhi Sword.
It was awarded to Xia Houen to carry. In the battle of Changbanpo, the Qingzhi Sword was captured by Shu general Zhao Yun. It is said that this sword cuts iron like mud and is extremely sharp.
Unexpectedly, this sword was actually in the Wei family in Hedong, and I was lucky enough to see it.
Jia Rong helplessly looked at the sword in Wei Guan's arms, staring at it eagerly.
The picture was frozen here in a strange way. I saw one person holding a sword and holding it tightly in his arms, while the other person was looking at the sword in that person's arms without blinking; that look seemed to be
A prisoner who had not touched a woman for several years suddenly saw a beautiful woman standing naked in front of him.
It was Jia Rong who was the first to break the quiet situation and said: "Master Wei, it's useless for you to hold this sword now. The Wei family is doing business now and there are no martial arts practitioners. The sword is just for you.
It will bury its reputation in vain, so why don't you give it to me, and I will use it to kill generals and capture flags on the battlefield, so that the world can see the power of the Wei family's sword." After Jia Rong finished speaking, he kept looking at Wei.
Guan's face.
Seeing Wei Guan's changing expression, Jia Rong continued to persuade: "Don't worry, my master, I won't take possession of this sword. I'm just borrowing it. When my country is at peace and the country is peaceful and the people are safe, I will personally come and return it to the master."
Wei Guan thought about it, his eyes flickering as if he was thinking about something, and finally said to Jia Rong, who looked expectantly, "It still doesn't work." After saying that, he looked at Jia Rong with an apologetic look.
Jia Rong rolled his eyes angrily, feeling that he had wasted so much words in vain and failed to persuade this old vixen. As the head of a family as big as the Wei family, Wei Guan was definitely not that easy to fool; Jia Rong had no self-control
So big that just because he was someone's savior, he could take away the Wei family's ancestral sword for nothing.
The Wei family has been doing business for generations, and businessmen value profits the most. The bustling world is all about profit, and the bustle in the world is all about profit. In an instant, Jia Rong discovered that money is so cute. If he had a few million taels of gold, he would throw it at him.
Wei Guan, I've definitely got this sword, why waste such words?
Seeing Jia Rong looking intently at the sword in his arms, Wei Guan scolded himself for being stupid. Why did he bring Jia Rong to see some ancestral sword? He really got himself into trouble, with a look of regret on his face.
However, Wei Guan didn't want Jia Rong to be in trouble. Jia Rong was his savior. If it were for other things, he would have agreed long ago. But this is an ancestral sword, and it took a lot of effort for him to get it.
Definitely not for Jia Rong.
Wei Guan comforted Jia Rong and said: "Zhiyuan need not be sad. This sword is an ancestral item. Even if I am the head of the family, I cannot make the decision to give the sword to Zhiyuan. Otherwise, I will be reviled by the entire family, and it will be purchased with ten thousand gold."
I won't sell it; actually, deep down in my heart, I want to give the sword to a hero like Zhiyuan, as the saying goes, a sword matches a hero." After saying this, a look of regret flashed across Wei Guan's face.
Jia Rong didn't know whether what Wei Guan said was true or false, and he didn't have time to think about it. He only thought about how he could get the Qingzhi Sword. He didn't sell anything for ten thousand gold, and he still had no money.
As long as there is enough money, it is up to Dewei Guan not to sell it.
Suddenly, Jia Rong thought of money. Yes, he was rich, but he didn't know how much money in his time was worth in the Eastern Han Dynasty.
After thinking about it repeatedly, Jia Rong reached into the innermost pocket of his clothes that was sewn with needlework without leaving a trace. With a little force, he tore the pocket open, and then Jia Rong casually pulled out a piece from it.
Jia Rong looked at the banknotes in his hand. Hey, ten yuan. What Jia Rong likes most are those brand-new banknotes. These banknotes are still so brand-new after being in Jia Rong's pocket for so long. Jia Rong shook his hand casually.
The money clattered loudly, waking up Wei Guan who was thinking about it, and he looked at himself in confusion.
Jia Rong shook the ten-yuan RMB in his hand, and said to Wei Guan with a blushing face: "Master Wei, I saw the Wei family's ancestral treasures, and I also want you to see mine; to be honest, I
I don’t know the value of this thing either. The head of the family has been doing business for generations, so he must be able to tell how much this thing is worth.”
After Wei Guan listened to Jia Rong's words, he suddenly became interested. He gently put the sword in his arms into the red lacquer box and closed the sword box. Then he quickly came to Jia Rong and took the sword from Jia Rong's hand.
Let’s study the ten-yuan RMB carefully.
On the front of the ten-yuan RMB was the portrait of Chairman Mao, and Wei Guan naturally did not recognize him. On the back was the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River, and the color of the entire banknote was blue and ink.
Wei Guan was stunned for a moment. Regardless of whether others recognized the characters and scenery on the currency paper, Wei Guan had never seen such a perfect painting. His skillful brushwork made the people and objects lifelike on the paper.
What's even more peculiar is that the paintbrush of unknown color used on the paper, which is less than the size of a palm, makes the whole painting very colorful, and the human skin is also so real, and a gentle touch can make people feel
When Wei Guan saw the concave and convex feeling on the painting, just by looking at it, he was immediately astonished.
Seeing the look in Wei Guan's eyes where he was stroking the green sword flashed again, Jia Rong felt a sense of joy in his heart.
Jia Rong coughed lightly, interrupted Wei Guan's movements, and then pretended to be righteous and said: "If the Wei family master hadn't been generous and willing to take out the sword for me to admire, I would never have taken this painting.
out."
"To be honest with the family master, it is said that this family heirloom of mine was given by an immortal." Jia Rong continued.
In line with the phalanx of cheating the dead without paying for his life, Jia Rong organized his thoughts and said to Wei Guan, who looked expectantly: "My ancestors were hunters. One day, when my ancestors were hunting in the mountains, they met an injured man.
The ancestors were merciful and took the old man home to heal his injuries. They took care of him day and night until he recovered, which lasted for more than a month."
After the old man recovered from his injury, he said to his ancestor: "To tell you the truth, I am an immortal in the sky. I was seriously injured just because I was fighting with others and did not want to be plotted by others. I would like to thank my father-in-law for saving me and taking care of me day and night. I am very grateful."
When the ancestor saw that the old man he had rescued in the mountains was standing gracefully in the sky, he immediately knelt down piously.
The immortal looked at the ancestor kneeling below, and said with a look of regret: "You are my savior. I originally planned to accept you as a disciple and teach you the art of immortality, but your qualifications are too poor; today I will do it.
I will leave and give you a treasure to repay your kindness that day." After saying that, the immortal floated away to the nine heavens.
It was not until the immortal left for a long time that the ancestor came over in shock and saw a painting in his hand that was no bigger than a palm. It was the treasure that the immortal said. He did not dare to neglect it and enshrined the painting in the main hall and provided incense every day.
As a result, this painting was passed down from generation to generation, and it was passed down to me.
Jia Rongyu told such a strange story without any surprise.
However, Wei Guan still believed it. The ancients were superstitious and believed in ghosts and gods. Otherwise, the emperors would not use the name of gods to say that they were ordered by heaven. When Wei Guan heard that the painting in his hand was actually
As a gift from the immortal, he immediately stopped stroking his hands and stood there respectfully, holding the RMB with a face value of ten yuan in both hands, and almost knelt down in front of it.
Wei Guan looked at Jia Rong with a bitter look on his face and said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? If I touched the fairy and desecrated it just now, I would be punished." After saying that, he looked at Jia Rong with a reproachful look on his face.
.
Wei Guan forgot that just now Jia Rong was holding the so-called immortal object and shaking it constantly; it was also Wei Guan who heard that it was an object from the immortal family, and he was so shrewd that he did not think of this aspect at the moment.
Jia Rong said to Wei Guan, who looked stunned and panicked: "Master Wei, I wonder how much this ancestral treasure of mine is worth?"
When Wei Guan heard Jia Rong's words, he woke up from his shock. He thought deeply for a while and said, "Since it is a gift from an immortal, it is a priceless treasure. This painting is exquisitely made and the brushwork is exquisite. This alone is priceless."
How can treasures be measured by money?"
Jia Rong was so happy in his heart, but he didn't expect that he had an idea and took out a piece of RMB, and after all his magical deception, he was able to confuse Wei Guan, an old vixen.
Jia Rong walked up to Wei Guan, took the ten-yuan RMB from Wei Guan's hand, and said, "It's a priceless treasure!" After saying that, he looked greedy.
Wei Guan stared at the RMB in Jia Rong's hand. Seeing Jia Rong holding it so casually, he couldn't help but scolded softly: "How can you hold a thing from an immortal so casually?"
Seeing the importance Wei Guan attached to the ten yuan, Jia Rong realized that the opportunity had come. He immediately changed his face and said with a look of regret: "It's an immortal thing passed down from my ancestors. I'm a soldier in the army. Maybe one day
I will die in battle and be shrouded in horse leather. It is a small thing for me to die, but it is a huge crime to lose this immortal thing." After saying this, Jia Rong sighed.
Wei Guan was overjoyed after hearing Jia Rong's words. Who wouldn't want to get something from an immortal? Regardless of whether it is an immortal's thing or not, this painting is also a work of art. He did not expect that Jia Rong would say this, and immediately thought that this was his chance.
, advised: "Zhiyuan, if you can trust me, Wei Guan, then give me this ancestral immortal artifact for safekeeping. When Lai Jiyuan comes to ask for it, I will definitely return it."
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