? In fact, the old general is not keen on collecting antiques, but he has a small hobby. Every time he seizes trophies, he will keep a few pieces as souvenirs. As time goes by, many subordinates know about his hobby, and naturally they start to invest in it.
So good.
The old general rose from platoon leader to general, and fought all the way in the north and south. He had more than tens of thousands of subordinates. Among them, many senior generals who were responsible for their own affairs would send one or two trophies every time they won a battle. Over time, he accumulated a lot of money.
Thousands of trophies, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, weapons and firearms are displayed in this 500-square-meter showroom. It is like a small historical museum. Of course, most of the firearms have been removed from their main parts.
, only for nostalgic viewing.
Xu Qing was very excited when he saw these objects. He glanced around with his eyes and took out one or two items to play with and experience the prosperous years of fighting and iron horses. Time passed by unknowingly.
"Take it if you choose, but it's best not to take a gun." Guo Huaigang picked up a sheathed sword and said, "This Japanese sword is good. The original owner was a Japanese colonel named Yamazaki. He was killed by the old man in a hand-to-hand battle.
Cut off his head with a big knife."
Tsk! Guo Huaigang took out his sword from its sheath, but the blade was still sharp. Xu Qing glanced at it and said disdainfully: "This kind of rubbish is far worse than my Long Yuan Sword."
"Haha! Don't brag, you kid. This officer's sword is specially made. It is sharper than those two general officers' swords. It is really a good sword that can cut iron like clay."
After speaking, Guo Huaigang picked up a thumb-thick piece of rebar from the side, weighed it and said, "This thing was put here by the old man to test the knife. Today I will open your eyes."
After saying that, he held the knife in one hand and held the rebar horizontally with the other hand. When he raised the knife and lowered it, there was only a crisp click sound. The rebar was cut into two pieces, and a piece as big as a grain of rice was rolled up in the middle of the blade, which was not harmful at all.
Xu Qing's desire to win suddenly started, and he curled his lips with feigned disdain and said: "The best the little devil can make is this kind of rubbish. Ask the guard to bring me my dagger so that you can see what it means to cut iron."
Like mud."
Guo Huaigang was also a master who refused to admit defeat. He narrowed his eyes and said, "What if your dagger is not as sharp as this Japanese sword?"
Xu Qing said confidently: "What? You still want to bet with me?" Guo Huaigang nodded and said: "We men can't just talk with each other's lips. It's best to bet and have some fun."
Xu Qing was happy when he heard this: "If you can break the iron bar with this devil in your hand, you will definitely lose. You can just say whatever you want to bet, and I will take it all."
Guo Huaigang said happily: "Okay, if you win, I will give you a pass that can enter and leave the sanatorium at any time, plus Xue Yatou's new phone number. If you lose..." This guy deliberately played it off, half-smiling but not smiling.
Looking at Xu Qing.
"What if you lose? Don't talk and gasp." Xu Qing rolled his eyes. The Longyuan dagger made by Ou Yezi would lose to the Japanese, and he wouldn't believe it if he were killed.
"If you lose, you will serve as a soldier for four years. Your phone number and pass will still be yours. Do you dare to bet?" Guo Huaigang smiled like the big bad wolf who asked Little Red Riding Hood to open the door.
Xu Qing raised his neck and said, "Okay, let someone bring the Long Yuan Sword, and the two of us will chop each other down."
Guo Huaigang shook his head and said: "We can't kill each other. You are a character who can turn firewood into iron rods. It's only fair that I find two soldiers to try."
Guo Huaigang and Ren Bing are old friends, and they know something about the Chinese martial arts. Ancient martial arts in the Xuan Realm can attach internal energy to the surface of objects, greatly increasing their hardness. He has known this a long time ago, and he will suffer a loss if he opens his eyes.
He would never do anything like that.
"Haha! Why don't we two old guys be witnesses?" Guo Changsheng laughed and walked in. Professor Gu's face was filled with unconcealable joy. He had just examined the old stubborn donkey, and the result was found in the brain.
All the shrapnel disappeared, and there was not even a trace of blood, which made him, as a comrade and close friend for many years, inexplicably excited.
"Young man just takes advantage and doesn't suffer any loss. If you want to trick Xu Xiaoyou into becoming a soldier, you don't have to resort to such damaging tactics, right?" Professor Gu said bluntly. He knew decades ago that this official sword was extremely sharp and that ordinary knives were not sharp enough.
I remember that time when Guo Changsheng and Yamazaki Osaka were fighting. If it hadn't been for the broad blade of the Japanese sword that caught the Japanese sword, Guo Changsheng would have died long ago.
Xu Qing said disapprovingly: "Two old men are the best witnesses to prove that the sword made by our Chinese ancestors is hundreds of times stronger than the little devil's gadget."
Over there, Mr. Guo had already called a guard and asked him to immediately fetch all the things Xu Qing had stored.
In less than a minute, the guard (4) brought everything over. Xu Qing put the keychain and other things into his pocket, pointed at the leather sheath and said: "Old man, just use this dagger to chop that
The Zuoguan knife is easier to use than cutting sugar cane."
Guo Changsheng stretched out his hand to draw his sword, and a cold air burst out of the sheath, like a cold wind blowing on his face. He couldn't help but shiver, and he praised in a deep voice: "What a sword, it is indeed a treasure left by our ancestors.
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Guo Huaigang's heart skipped a beat when he saw this dagger. He was not an ignorant fool. The moment the sword was unsheathed, he had already felt that this thing was extraordinary. This time, the bet might be a bit high.
Guo Changsheng raised his sword horizontally and said: "Young man, use the Zuoguan sword to chop."
Guo Huaigang hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, held the handle of the knife with both hands, turned his head and said to Xu Qing: "Don't blame me if you break it!"
Xu Qing curled his lips and said: "No matter how much you cut it, this little devil's broken iron bar is considered useless."
"Drink!" Guo Huaigang shouted deeply, raised his elbow and raised the knife above his head, and struck down with the knife with a stern look. He only heard a soft sneer, and the Japanese knife in his hand suddenly became a little lighter. Ding! Half of the blade fell to the ground.
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Guo Changsheng quickly brought the dagger to his eyes and took a look. The blade was not damaged at all. Looking at the cut part of the Zuoguan sword, it was as smooth as a mirror, without even a burr.
"What a sword, haha! This is the real magic weapon!" Guo Changsheng raised his head and laughed, as if he had won a battle. On the other hand, Guo Huaigang's expression darkened and then returned to normal.
"Good boy, you even got such a treasure. I didn't lose unfairly today." Guo Huaigang put the broken sword in his hand into the scabbard and admitted defeat gracefully.
Professor Gu's eyes flashed and he said: "What a dagger. What did you name it just now?"
Xu Qing said: "Long Yuan, it is said that it was made by Ou Yezi. As for whether it is true or not, I don't bother to worry about it. I just want it to be easy to use." In fact, he already knew the method of determining the authenticity of Long Yuan Sword, but he just didn't want to show off too much.
"Whether it is true or not, this dagger is a well-deserved treasure." Professor Gu naturally knew some allusions to the Long Yuan Sword and would not regard this dagger as Wu Zixu's sword in the past.