The layout of the hall was similar to that of the original private auction, except that there was a large, tightly closed wooden box on the central booth. Xu Qing couldn't restrain his curiosity, and glanced through the box board with a blink of an eye.
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The box contained nothing rare, on the contrary, it was all commonplace items, including threaded steel bars as thick as a thumb, wooden sticks as thick as an arm, and a pile of neatly stacked marble and jade strips, which were not ugly.
These things are all used to test the sharpness of the sword. If it is not a real sharp weapon, it may not be put on the table.
When the two brothers entered, there were already a dozen or so well-dressed collectors sitting in the hall. They all had one thing in common, they all brought their belongings with them, either in long boxes like violins or wrapped tightly in oilcloth.
Among the strips, there is a middle-aged man in a Chinese tunic suit who is the most eye-catching. He actually has a large leather-wrapped wooden scabbard on his knees, with an old silver ghost's head carved on the handle. If you guessed correctly, this
Because it should be a ghost head knife specially designed to chop off heads.
This kind of large blade most commonly used by executioners in ancient times is a major feature of China. Youdao is a bright square ghost-headed sword, which makes the devil's neck feel cold. When Xu Qing saw this broadsword, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, thinking, if there really is a small knife,
The Japanese were very happy to attend this appreciation meeting, which was regarded as violating the taboo of this sword.
Qiu Huzi led the two young men to the seats nearest the booth in the front row and sat down. Then he turned and left. It was about half an hour before the appreciation meeting started. Tibetan friends who were familiar with each other gathered together in twos and threes to bring them to the exhibition.
Appreciate the items and enjoy them.
Tang Guobin put the ancient sword in his hand on Xu Qing's knee, reached out and took back the Muramasa sword. He held the handle of the sword and pulled out half of it with a squeak. A bright sword light made him naturally narrow his eyes.
, however, his eyes narrowed into a narrow slit revealed his unabashed love for this demonic sword.
Xu Qing smiled, pulled out the blunt sword with his backhand, and flicked it on the sword's spine with his finger. Ding - Qingyue's dragon roar sounded through the air, instantly attracting the attention of all the collectors in the hall.
"Hey, isn't that Mr. Tang? What kind of knife is he holding in his hand?" A bald old man in Tang suit knew Tang Guobin, and his eyes were extremely sophisticated. He could tell at a glance that the knife in Mr. Tang's hand was good.
He immediately left the few chatting friends around him and walked over quickly. He also carried an unsheathed bronze dagger in his hand. He looked a bit like an old and Dangerous guy who cheated on his friends.
If it were normal times, the posture of the old man in Tang suit would definitely arouse people's vigilance. Someone might call the police and send him to Qingshan for treatment. But today is different. In the hall of the Sword Appreciation Association, you can just make random gestures with a controlled knife.
No one will feel strange, this time and the other time.
The old man in Tang suit walked up to Tang Guobin with his sword in hand. The glare of Muramasa's demon sword made people dare not look at it. The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and praised: "What a sword, what a sharp Japanese sword. I don't know."
Mr. Tang, can you lend me the knife to the old man?"
This old man was a cheerful person, and he immediately asked to borrow a sword from Young Master Tang. He didn't even take a look at the ancient sword that Xu Qing showed at the side.
Tang Guobin had listened to Xu Qing's words before and had never shown the Muramasa sword to anyone. Therefore, only a few people knew that he had this demon sword in his hand. The reason why he brought the Muramasa sword to the appreciation meeting today was not to show off. He
Many Tibetan friends who came here had the same idea, and it would be most appropriate to slap the little devil collector in the face with this demon knife, which is regarded as a sacred weapon by the little devil.
Tang Guobin, the bald old man in front of me, knows him well. He is Zhang Daquan, one of the most authoritative connoisseurs in the Jiangcheng antique sword and sword shop. Despite his humble appearance, he is the famous Kitchen Knife King and Scissor King in the country. According to legend, he is the king of scissors.
Nine generations have been blacksmiths. Our ancestors used to be the royal blacksmiths who made weapons for the emperor, but in modern times they could only switch to making kitchen knives and scissors.
Zhang Daquan's kitchen knives have an excellent reputation in the industry. It is said that the kitchen knives he makes can be used as razors and are very smooth when shaving hair. The kitchen knives and scissors made by his company have become the leading brand in the country. What he loves most is swords.
Especially for ancient swords, his attainments in sword appreciation are among the top in the country because he is a blacksmith himself.
Tang Guobin smiled and said, "It turns out to be Mr. Zhang. You've come just in time. This Japanese sword wants to invite you to grow your eyes." After saying this, he unsheathed the sword with his backhand, turned the handle upside down and handed it to Zhang Daquan.
Zhang Daquan took the sword and turned it around, bringing the blade down to his eyes. He tapped the back of Muramasa's sword with the edge of the bronze sword in his hand. Then he put down the bronze sword and tapped the Japanese sword with his fingers. His serious look made people look at it.
It seems that he is not dating the knife, but studying the material of the knife.
"What a good knife. I'm not a kid. This knife is made with a certain degree of heat. I have the urge to break it as soon as I see it!" Zhang Daquan admired while caressing the knife while gritting his teeth. The old man still said
I really want to destroy this sword that symbolizes the highest casting technology of the island country.
Tang Guo laughed proudly and said: "Haha! No matter who this knife belonged to before, in short, now it is a face-slapping knife in my hand. It feels good to use the kid's own knife to slap their dog faces."
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Zhang Daquan's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this, and all the previous resentment in his heart was wiped away. He nodded and smiled and said: "Wonderful, Mr. Tang would be the best to use this knife to hit the little devil in the face. The old man admires it, but it's a pity that there are some
We won't win without force, it would be nice if there was a magic weapon forged by our ancestors."
Tang Guobin smiled and pointed at Xu Qing beside him and said: "This brother of mine has hidden a magic weapon. It may be too late to get it now. Then we will use a two-pronged approach to completely beat up the little devil who came to show off."
"Oh! Is there really such a magic weapon? The old man's eyes will be opened today." Zhang Daquan glanced at Xu Qing doubtfully, who was immersed in holding the edge of the blunt sword with his fingers, as if he didn't listen at all.
It seemed like a conversation between the two of them.
Tang Guobin reached out and patted Xu Qing's shoulder, and whispered in a consultative tone: "Brother, why don't you rush back and get that treasure, just to help my brother look good?"
Xu Qing raised his eyelids, waved the blunt sword in his hand and said, "Don't bother, just use it. Let me borrow your Muramasa sword first." After saying that, he stretched his hand towards Zhang Daquan, who was holding the sword, and signaled to the old man.
Bring the knife.
Zhang Daquan glanced at it and handed over the Muramasa sword in his hand with a suspicious look on his face. Xu Qing reached out to take the sword and turned it around, then poked the tip of the ancient sword down on the ground, swinging it like a hawker peeling sugar cane.
The knife slashed diagonally towards the spine of the sword, click click click - the blade flashed, and the shell on the sword spine was cut off by the sharp demon blade, revealing a clear and watery brilliance inside.
"This is...Chunjun..." Zhang Daquan's trembling fingers pointed at the two small bird seal characters on the sword's mouth, his eyes widening like two cow bells.