"Ou Yezi, the sword ancestor, forged swords under the order of the King of Chu. He took the essence of the black iron in the world and cast three unparalleled magic weapons beside Longquan Well. One is called Longyuan, the second is Tai'a, and the third is Gongbu. Some people even say
Ou Yezi's sword-making place is in Longquan Mountain in Jiangcheng, and he takes the water from Longquan to make swords." Another knowledgeable old man also began to show off by stroking his beard.
Mr. Wu pointed at the dagger and said: "Longyuan Sword is a sword of integrity and purity. It is said to be the first famous sword made by Ou Yezi. It is also called the ancestor of ten thousand swords. It cannot be a dagger."
Xu Qing doesn't care about the value of this dagger, as long as it is comfortable to use. Based on the sharpness of this sword, he can say that it is unique among cold weapons. For him, the dark blue gas gushing out of the sword is the most useful.
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Tang Guobin smiled disapprovingly and said: "I think this is a genuine item. Maybe Ou Yezi first forged a short sword to keep for himself, and then forged three famous swords to present to the King of Chu?"
Mr. Wu waved his hand and said: "The swords made by Ou Yezi can cut iron like mud and break gold and jade. It is impossible for ordinary ancient swords to do this!"
Tang Guobin stepped forward, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and said with a smile: "Look, what does it mean to cut iron like clay!" He raised the sword and cut it horizontally towards the iron triangle used to support the coffee table.
Tsk! The sword edge flashed past, and the iron triangle split into two parts with a bang! The cups and utensils on the coffee table fell to the floor, but it was a pity that there was a pot of good tea.
The five old men were forced to leave their seats and stand up. Mr. Wu looked at Tang Guobin with a wry smile and said, "Young Master, what song are you singing?"
Tang Guobin turned the sword's edge and took a look. Not to mention that it was a curled blade, there was not even a chip. He laughed loudly: "Haha! Sure enough, it is as good as clay when cutting iron. This sword must be Ou Yezi's secret treasure!"
Several old people who were knowledgeable about the past and the present were a little dumbfounded. This young man from Tang Dynasty was too good at making nonsense. He cut off a triangle and burned a piece of history. No, because he was just talking nonsense and telling a piece of unofficial history.
Mr. Wu glanced at the tea sets on the floor and sighed: Alas! If you meet such a stupid young man, you won't be able to drink this tea today!
"Master Tang, it is said that the Longyuan Sword moves when it enters the water, just like a dragon waving its tail. You can ask someone to bring a basin of water and everything will be clear." The silver-bearded old man knelt down and looked at the cut on the triangle iron, and said slowly.
The old man had read an unofficial history a few years ago, and there was a description of Long Yuan's sword in it, which was just a good way to tease this impolite young man.
Tang Guobin was impatient, so he put the dagger into its sheath, then took out his mobile phone and called the manager in charge of the box, asking him to ask someone to send a large basin of water immediately.
None of the old people present, including Mr. Wu, had ever seen the legendary magic weapon forged by Ou Yezi. In addition, the hilt of the sword was polished beyond recognition by Xu Qing. There was no way to judge the origin of this dagger, so they all just wanted to watch the fun.
Sat down.
Xu Qing touched his nose and chose to let Young Master Tang play with it. Anyway, no matter the outcome, he liked the sword very much. As for its origin, it didn't matter at all.
Two minutes later, several waiters came in carrying buckets and bathtubs. They quickly cleaned the floor and lifted the coffee table aside.
The bathtub was filled with water, and several waiters walked out of the private room with the empty buckets and closed the door.
Tang Guobin drew out his dagger, shook it and said, "Look, I can't say whether it can swim or not, but I believe this thing is definitely genuine."
Everyone laughed. Not many people who play with old objects these days say that the ones they hide are fakes, especially these half-empty collectors who don't understand what modesty is.
The dagger was placed flat into the water, causing a layer of ripples. When the sword sank into the bottom of the basin, the surface of the water began to tremble slightly. What happened next shocked everyone.
The water surface that was supposed to be calm began to rotate with the dagger as the center, and then it turned faster and faster. In the blink of an eye, a small vortex was formed. The clear water in the basin made a splash, and the dagger began to rotate along the edge of the vortex.
, the water quickly overflowed from the edge of the basin, soaking the carpet underfoot...
The dagger was indeed swimming at the bottom of the basin like a silver dragon, as fast as a flying compass, but it always stayed close to the edge of the vortex. The vortex in the basin extended and expanded in the eyes of everyone in amazement, and the accumulated water on the carpet stained
The soles of the shoes were not even noticeable when they were wet. These old men were wearing cloth shoes and they were almost soaked with water!
Poof! The sharp sword tip hit the edge of the plastic bathtub. The whirlpool dispersed with a crash, and clear water gushes out along the gap. There was silence in the private room.
Xu Qing, who was the first to recover, bent down and pulled out the dagger from the basin. His face was full of joy. He wiped the water droplets on the hilt on the carpet, took the leather sheath and wanted to put the sword in it.
"Wait!"
The five old men whose shoes were wet spoke in unison, and the high-decibel sound shocked the stunned young master Tang. He murmured: "It's amazing, it's so fucking amazing!"
Xu Qing put the sword into its sheath and whispered: "This is mine!" Facing the eager eyes of five old men who were over 400 years old in total, it was quite stressful.
Mr. Wu was so itchy that he rubbed his hands anxiously and said with a smile: "I know it's yours, can you show it to me again?"
The impatient look made Xu Qing's mind go crazy, and he suddenly thought of the old monk in Journey to the West who borrowed Monk Tang's cassock for a look. He first looked at it, then touched it, and then borrowed it to wear it for a night. In the end, the black bear monster took advantage of him.
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The old men in the box who had such thoughts could all gather a table of mahjong. If the dagger got into their hands, they were not sure how long they would play with it. Xu Qing shook his head and tied the sword back to his waist.
"I'm sorry, I still have something to do. If you want to see it, let's wait for another day!" Xu Qing said apologetically, put his hand on Tang Guobin's shoulder and walked out of the box quickly, with a sigh coming from behind.
The two of them walked into another box arm in arm. Xu Qing let out a sigh of relief and said, "The eyes of these old men all turned green. I can't tell them how long it will take to ink!"
Tang Guobin nodded and said with a smile: "Haha! You didn't see what they looked like. Your eyes almost popped out. Just now, Mr. Wu said that the Longyuan Sword could never be a dagger. After playing with it for half a life, it's an old thing. This time it's hard to see.
! It makes me so happy to see it!"
Xu Qing touched his belly and said, "I haven't even eaten rice or water until now this morning. Let's order something to fill my belly first!"
Tang Guobin laughed and scolded: "You're numb! Your belly is the only important thing. How dare you come here to eat for free!"
Xu Qing said disapprovingly: "Who said we are brothers? We come to dinner to give you face."
Tang Guobin laughed loudly and said: "Haha! After I finish beating the little devil, you must lend me your sword for a few days."
Xu Qing said cheerfully: "Okay, a few days is too short, at least half a month!"