Chapter 114: Blowing hair and breaking hair, cutting iron like mud
Mrs. Hua said with a grateful face: "Young man, I know you are a good person, but I really can't take your money!"
At this point, Mrs. Hua's eyes turned red again. She just thought that the kind-hearted young man deliberately picked a useless ancient sword and gave it to her as an excuse.
Xu Qing took out his wallet and took out all the cash in it. He couldn't help but put it all into Hua Pozi's hands and said: "Let me tell you clearly, this thing is of some use to me. If you don't like this small amount of money,
If it’s not enough, you can add more.”
Mrs. Hua was completely confused. She knew from her feeling that the stack of banknotes amounted to more than five thousand yuan. When she saw the serious look on the face of the young man opposite her, an idea flashed into her mind that even she didn't quite believe.
Is this sword really valuable?
Xu Qing couldn't help but become a little anxious when he saw the astonished look on Mrs. Hua's face: "Mother-in-law, please say something! I still have to go home and do my homework!"
"That's enough, that's enough. This broken... ancient sword is yours!" Mrs. Hua almost said the broken iron bar in excitement. This was how she bargained for the price when she received the bunch of ancient swords.
I insisted that the broken iron bars they had were worth a few kilograms, so I finally took them back for less than fifty yuan.
Xu Qing smiled and inserted the ancient sword into the corner of his schoolbag with his backhand. Half of the sword blade was inserted, but the rusty hilt was still exposed, which looked very funny.
It was completely dark outside. Xu Qing said goodbye to Granny Hua and went out to ride an electric motorcycle back home. As soon as he walked in the door, he was startled by Han Xue who was sitting on the sofa watching a soap opera.
"Wow! Mr. Xu who drives a Rolls-Royce is back!" I dare you to see the Phantom in the garage in a wheelchair.
Qin Bing, who was also sitting on the sofa, turned around with a glass of juice, pointed at Xu Qing's back and laughed: "Qingzi, why did you bring a sugar cane to school and you haven't finished it yet!"
Xu Qing pulled out half of the sword with his backhand, swung it a few times and said: "Where is the sugar cane? It is obvious that it is a sword that can cut iron as well as mud!"
Han Xue slapped her forehead and said with a disappointed expression: "Poor Young Master Xu, he just bought a new car and he went crazy. What a waste! Isn't it because he is trying to show off his wealth to be cheap?"
Pfft! Qin Bing couldn't help but laugh again. The juice he just drank in his mouth spurted out. He pointed at the 'sword' in Xu Qing's hand and bent over with laughter.
Xu Qing ran up the stairs dejectedly, carrying half of the sword. Aunt Zeng's voice came from behind: "Mr. Xu, do you need me to bring you the food?"
"No need, I've eaten outside." Xu Qing responded without looking back and ran into the room, placing the half sword in his hand directly on the desk.
He took out the set of carving knives given by Mr.
matter.
This layer of old rust on the surface is actually a shell. Only after it is peeled off can the sword inside be seen again. It is a wonder that the sword is hidden in the sword throughout the ages.
The file quickly scraped off a layer of rust, but there was still a layer inside. An ordinary person would never choose to scrape it off again. If this kind of broken sword is broken off again, it will become a piece of worthless waste.
, but Xu Qing, who understood the secret, naturally would not stop, but instead increased the strength on his hand.
Click, click, click... Layers of cinder-like rust were peeled off and accumulated in a small pile on the desk. Half an hour later, a dagger with a cold light revealed its appearance that had been dusted for an unknown number of years.
This dagger is about 40 centimeters long with the hilt and two fingers wide. The middle spine of the sword is triangular, with slopes going down on both sides. The shape is somewhat similar to a modern military bayonet, but the spine is slightly thicker.
The body is in the shape of one high and two low, and there are two small ancient regular script characters engraved on the sword body an inch away from the mouth. The characters are a bit pictographic, but they cannot be recognized based on the little ink in Xu Qing's belly.
The ancient sword that had been hidden for many years was still radiating cold light after peeling off the layer of rust on the surface. The sword was as cold as a deep spring. Holding the sword in hand, Xu Qing felt that the temperature in the room had dropped a few degrees in vain, and he felt a rise on his arm.
Got goosebumps.
"Hey! It's such a good sword. I have to try it on something." Xu Qing held the dagger and laughed stupidly. He took out a marble paperweight from the drawer and grabbed it in his hand, then swung the sword towards the paperweight.
One end was flattened.
Bang! Xu Qing couldn't feel the slightest resistance in the palm of his hand holding the sword, as if the sword had been cut crookedly. However, the sound of the stone hitting the ground was clearly audible. When he lowered his head, he saw a matchbox-sized piece falling at his feet.
paperweight.
The palm holding the hilt of the sword and his heart trembled together, what a sharp dagger! Xu Qing felt that every cell in his body was completely excited, and a burning thought flashed through his mind: blowing hair and breaking hair, cutting iron like mud,
No, we have to get a piece of iron to sharpen!
He held a sword in one hand and began to rummage around in the drawer with the other hand, muttering randomly: "Iron, iron, iron..." After rummaging through the iron for a few times, he didn't find it, but he found three steel coins worth one dollar.
Son, this thing is much harder than iron. I stacked the steel irons together, placed them on a small piece of marble paperweight on the floor, gritted my teeth and chopped them with my sword.
Click!
Raising the sword and lowering it, Xu Qing felt a fleeting resistance. When he lowered his head and looked down, his heart beat faster in vain. The three steel hammers had been cut into six petals, and the marble paperweight had also been split into two...
Turning the sword over and looking at it, it was said that the blade was curled, and there was not even a chip. Xu Qing laughed, started to chuckle, and then burst into laughter. If the room was not well soundproofed, even the people downstairs would have laughed.
You can hear his crazy laughter.
I bought a dagger that was as sharp as clay for about 5,000 yuan. This was a big deal. Even if there was no dark blue gas seeping out of the sword, it was definitely worth it.
After getting excited, Xu Qing simply carefully dug out the patina on the sword hilt with a carving knife, and then found a piece of emery paper to wipe it. The hilt felt much more comfortable in his hand, so he casually got an old piece of clothing and wrapped it around the sword.
I only have to wait a few days to find a way to match it with a decent scabbard. From today on, this dagger will bear the surname Xu.
After carefully putting away the dagger and cleaning up the rusty debris on the desk, Xu Qing ran to the bathroom and took a shower with cold water. Then he sat cross-legged on the bed and started practicing Zhengyang Gong. Today he was exposed to it.
After becoming a member of the Chinese Martial Arts, he felt that he was even more enthusiastic about practicing martial arts.
The days that followed were tense and ordinary. In addition to studying, Xu Qing practiced Zhengyang Gong diligently every day. He would go to Xue's hometown every now and then to have a meal. Now he can carve out some ordinary small pendants, which he often brings with him.
Show off your proud work in front of Mr. Xue and have a meal by the way.