Five hundred and ninetieth chapters five generations in the same hall
When "cough...cough cough..."
After more than ten minutes, Bai Shannan's complexion suddenly became dull, and his originally rosy face became a little pale, and he coughed several times in succession.
"Old man, is that statement true?"
Seeing the changes in Bai Shannan, Qin Feng was shocked and said quickly: "Old man, let's forget about this matter. Please don't continue to deduce it..."
Although Qin Feng wanted to know the current situation of his family, but if it was at the expense of Bai Shannan's life force, then he would rather think of other ways.
"It doesn't matter, the impact is not very big..."
Mr. Bai waved his hands, with a look of tiredness on his face, and said: "If it hadn't been for your master back then, my life would have been in the hands of the Japanese. If you ask for something from me, how can the old man not respond?"
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Keeping grudges clear is the code of conduct for people in Jianghu. The thing that bothers Bai Shannan most in his life is that he owes so much to Yama who asked for his life back then, but he never had the chance to repay him.
So now that Qin Feng wanted something from him, Bai Shannan helped Qin Feng deduce it despite the risk of being contaminated by the cause and effect and leaking the secret.
"Old man, how is my family doing?"
When Zai helped Qin Feng deduce his birth date, Qin Feng was not in front of him.
Therefore, Qin Feng didn't quite understand the harm that divination and divination would bring to him. After hearing Mr. Bai's words, he couldn't help but hesitate to ask. After all, this was related to Qin Feng's parents and relatives.
"Your parents are still alive, and in your family... five generations live under one roof..." After saying this, Bai Shannan's face became a little more ugly. He closed his mouth tightly and refused to say another word.
Words.
When ancient people used divination and fortune-telling, they often told a limerick to the victim. This was because they did not want to be tainted with the cause and effect. This move by Mr. Bai was already revealing the secrets of heaven.
"Five...five generations living under one roof?"
Qin Feng was stunned when he heard this, because he had not seen his grandparents since he was a child. Qin Feng never dreamed that there were elders above his grandparents.
It is rare for an ordinary family to have four generations living under one roof, and the oldest elder in the family is probably over eighty years old. If there are five generations living under one roof, wouldn't that mean there are still centenarians in the family?
"Why didn't my parents tell me this?" Qin Feng's heart was full of doubts at this time, but he had a feeling that Mr. Bai's deduction might be true.
"Master, I've made you a cup of ginseng tea, drink it while it's hot..."
When Qin Feng was in a daze, Bai Bin brought a cup of tea to Mr. Bai. He had followed Bai Shannan all his life, so he naturally knew the harm that would be caused to himself by helping others to deduce fortune telling.
"It's okay. I have a good life and there is no problem in living over a hundred years."
After drinking the cup of ginseng tea, Bai Shannan's face looked better and he said: "Among my contemporaries, except for the young marshal, there are not many people who can survive me..."
"Young Marshal?" Qin Feng was awakened by Bai Shannan's words and asked curiously: "Old man, who is the Young Marshal you are talking about?"
"Who else could it be? That young marshal who eats, drinks, whores, gambles, and has all the five poisons!"
Bai Shannan laughed heartily. His words were not very respectful to the man he called Young Marshal, but rather he had the affection of an old friend.
After hearing what Mr. Bai said, Bai Bin smiled and said: "Master, the young marshal is not as energetic as you. I think he will definitely not be able to survive you..."
"Alas, there are fewer and fewer old friends. Han Qing does not have a few years to live." Mr. Bai sighed after hearing this.
"Is he that man from the Northeast?" After Mr. Bai said the word "young marshal", Qin Feng understood immediately and couldn't help but feel a very strange feeling in his heart.
The young marshal Bai Shannan mentioned was simply too famous in modern Chinese history. Of course, this reputation was mixed with praise and blame.
No matter whether he was criticized for not resisting the general in the early period or was praised for joining forces to fight against Japan in the later period, they cannot erase the important role this man played in that period of history.
Although Qin Feng had never been in a classroom except in college, he had read a lot of books and knew the young marshal very well. However, Qin Feng did not expect that he was still alive in the world.
"It's that person."
Bai Bin couldn't help but laugh when he saw the expression on Qin Feng's face and said: "The young marshal and the master were close friends back then. After he came out of Taiwan a few years ago, he lived in Hawaii and sometimes came here.
Came to stay for a few days."
After hearing Bai Bin's explanation, Qin Feng realized that after the young marshal had tortured Mr. Jiang to death, he had also tortured little Mr. Jiang to death. Finally, the weather on Taiwan changed and he was able to leave.
"It seems that the one who survives the longest will definitely win."
For some reason, Qin Feng had the idea in his mind that the young commander was the only person who was involved in that historical event that year. Right and wrong, success or failure, were all reduced to nothing.
"Old man, are you okay?"
Seeing that Mr. Bai's face was still not looking good, Qin Feng put his hand on Bai Shannan's wrist and felt a pure and sincere attitude.
This skill was discovered by Qin Feng after Meng Yao was injured last time. The Taoist Qi he cultivated has the same effect as acupuncture - it can alleviate people's fatigue and aging of body functions to a certain extent.
"Eh? Xiao Qin, have you entered the dark realm?"
Feeling the true energy coming from his wrist, Mr. Bai showed a look of surprise on his face. Bai Shannan came here before liberation. The masters of Anjin back then could all be called grand masters. China is so big.
About ten people.
He was surprised when Liu Zimo entered Anjin. He didn't expect that Qin Feng, who is a little younger than Liu Zimo, is actually an Anjin cultivator. When did grandmaster-level figures become so worthless? I just got in by luck."
After Qin Feng used his true energy to circulate around Bai Shannan's body, he slowly took it back and said: "Old man, you are tired today, why don't you... rest early, let's
Let’s talk again tomorrow?”
After hearing that Bai Shannan deduced that his family is composed of five generations under one roof, Qin Feng's heart still hasn't calmed down yet. He also wants to go back and think about what is going on.
"It's okay, this will be much better. If your true energy is used for acupuncture, the effect will be better..." Mr. Bai is a knowledgeable person. After Qin Feng's true energy entered his body, Bai Shannan immediately felt
It's effective.
"Old man, I don't have the idea of hanging a pot to save the world."
Qin Feng laughed when he heard this. His experiences in his youth determined him to be a pragmatist. Although he had learned a lot of things, Qin Feng still selectively focused on life or business.
In terms of skills.
Just like the appreciation and restoration of antique jade, Qin Feng put in a lot of hard work. On the contrary, Qin Feng didn't put in much effort in Zai's proficient medical skills.
"Father, you are tired today. Just listen to Brother Qin and rest early."
Bai Zhentian was also a little worried about his old father's health, and said from the side: "Brother Qin can stay in San Francisco for a few more days. You will always have time to talk to him."
As he spoke, Bai Zhentian winked at Qin Feng. Since his father lived in seclusion, Bai Zhentian rarely saw his father talking about sex. He really wanted Qin Feng to stay with him for a few more days.
"Yes, old man, let's talk tomorrow if you have something to say." Qin Feng nodded. Because of Mr. Liu and his master, Qin Feng has always respected the elderly.
"You brat, do you really think I can't see anything?"
Mr. Bai slapped his son on the head and said angrily: "Did your eyes have sand in them or something? Why are you blinking so hard? Who are you ogling?"
"Father, I...I was blinded by the wind!"
Bai Zhentian's face turned red at the words of his old father. After holding it in for a long time, he blocked it with what Bai Shannan had just said. Everyone present was heard laughing secretly in their hearts.
"Okay, I know you are worried about my health..."
Mr. Bai sat on the chair with a golden sword, waved to Bai Bin, and said: "Second brother, show Qin Feng what I asked you to get..."
Although they are master and servant in name, Bai Zhentian has always regarded Bai Bin as his little brother. The names of the two are also very strange, one is called Master and the other is called Er.
"Old man, the hexagram you just helped me calculate was worth everything." After hearing what Mr. Bai said, Qin Feng immediately understood that the old man was talking about the gift that Bai Bin was asked to pick up.
"Kowtow after entering the door. If I don't bring out some greeting gifts, your master will definitely laugh at me for being stingy."
Mr. Bai smiled and said: "Mr. Xia was very knowledgeable about heaven and earth. I would like to see if his disciples also have this ability?"
"Old man, how can I compare with Master..."
Qin Feng said a few words of humility, but he was also quite curious about what Mr. Bai was going to take out. The items that Bai Shannan could hide in the secret room must have a lot of background.
"Hey, Qin Feng, let's agree first. If you recognize this thing, then I will give it to you as a meeting gift. If you don't recognize it, it means you don't know the stuff, and I will take it back."
There is a word that calls the elderly naughty boys. This person will return to his original nature when he gets old. Even his personality becomes a bit like a child. The same is true for Mr. Bai. He winked at Qin Feng when he spoke.
"Let's take a look first, old man, I haven't learned anything about master's skills... just in case..."
Qin Feng's words were an ambush. If he couldn't recognize the object that Mr. Bai took out, it meant that he was not good at learning, but he would not fall into the category of Yama who threatened his life.
"Hey, your master may not be able to recognize this thing." Mr. Bai chuckled and gestured to Bai Bin, telling him to take out the thing.
"Qin Feng, here..." Bai Bin stretched out his right palm, and in his palm was a sheathed pocket dagger.
Although the handle of the dagger is small, it is full of ancient charm. It is wrapped with gold wire and looks luxurious and graceful. These two completely different styles complement each other and do not conflict at all.
"This... what kind of sword is this?"
Qin Feng heard Mr. Bai mention before that he asked Bai Bin to get the sword, but Qin Feng never expected that the sword was fetched, but it was very different from the sword he knew.
"Xiao Qin, are you trying to test me?" After hearing Qin Feng's words, Mr. Bai looked at him with a smile.
"Father, I thought you had something good to offer."
Seeing the small pocket sword in Bai Bin's palm, Bai Zhentian laughed and said: "Although this thing is well made, in ancient times it was probably just a plaything and not worth much.
"Oh? Brother Bai, what is the origin of this sword?" Qin Feng took the pocket sword from Bai Bin and did not open it in a hurry, but looked at Bai Zhentian.
"Can this also be called a sword?"
Bai Zhentian curled his lips when he heard this and said: "This is at best made by ancient people and used as jewelry, right? And it is probably worn by scholars. I got this thing from an auction house..."
It turns out that the pocket sword that Mr. Bai took out was found in the warehouse of an auction house when Bai Zhentian visited an auction house more than ten years ago.
The reason why it was thrown in the warehouse was because the auction house was not sure about the item.
In the mid-1980s, the auction house organized two auctions, but all of them failed because foreign collectors felt that even their table knives were sharper and more durable than this sword.
Beautiful.
Bai Zhentian knew that his father loved to collect Chinese cold weapons, so he casually asked about the price. The manager of the auction house didn't take it seriously and bluntly said that he could take this thing away for only one thousand US dollars.
Although one thousand US dollars seemed a bit expensive, at that time, Mr. Bai had just retired from the world because of the Jiangnan case, and Bai Zhentian was shopping around for swords all over the world. He wanted to divert the old man's attention, so he paid a thousand dollars to give this sword to
Bought it.
After giving it to his father, Bai Zhentian didn't take this matter to heart, and he never heard his father mention this pocket sword again. Unexpectedly, his old father took it out today.
"Bought for a thousand dollars? It's worth it just for the years..."
After hearing Bai Zhentian's words, Qin Feng nodded slightly. He could tell from the handle of the dagger that the gold thread was wrapped around it by someone from behind, but the exposed metal texture showed that it was at least 18 years old.
Above.
"I think it's too expensive. You'll know when you take it out..." Bai Zhentian said disapprovingly: "I suspect this thing was made by foreigners to deceive us Chinese. Where can I find such a sword?"
"Oh, is there any mystery in this?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Feng used his left hand to hold the scabbard that must have been provided later. He pinched the hilt of the pocket sword with the thumb and index finger of his right hand and gently pulled it out.
"Huh? It really looks like a sword..."
When the pocket sword was pulled out by Qin Feng, what appeared in front of Qin Feng was a short sword that was only one finger wide and about the same length as the middle finger. There were some bronze textures left on the sword when it was made. It looked very...
pretty.
The reason why it is called a sword instead of a knife is because it has the shape of a sword, with blades on both sides and a sharp tip on the top. Except that it is smaller, it has the shape of a sword.
"This thing is in good condition. It seems to be old, but there is no rust at all. Hey, something is wrong..." Qin Feng carefully looked at the lines on the sword, but his expression gradually became serious.
stand up.
"What's wrong?" Liu Zimo came up and said, "What can such a small thing be used for? A fruit knife?"
"You don't understand, don't talk nonsense." Looking at the patterns on the sword, Qin Feng's expression became more serious.
When Qin Feng paid attention to those textures, he actually felt a killing intent from this pocket sword, as if he was facing a peerless vicious weapon.
"What are you talking about? My brother has learned swordsmanship."
Liu Zimo was a little unconvinced by Qin Feng's words, so he snatched the dagger away, looked at it in front of him, and said: "This thing is quite beautifully made, but such a short thing cannot be killed at all."
People..."
Liu Zimo was actually right. The blade of this pocket sword was no more than three inches long. If you stabbed someone with it, it would be really difficult to kill the person as long as it didn't hit a vital part like the heart.
"Zimo, you don't understand. This thing really was handed down more than two thousand years ago, or maybe even earlier..."
Qin Feng shook his head and took the dagger back from Liu Zimo's hand. Holding the sword in his left hand, he pinched the sword body with his thumb in his right hand and bent it hard.
"Hey, Qin Feng, don't break it.
Liu Zimo was stunned for a moment, then immediately said: "Although this thing is not very practical, it is still very beautifully made. You don't want me to keep it for fun."
"You have a beautiful idea, but there is no way..." Bai Bin glared at Liu Zimo and said, "Even if I come here, I won't give you this thing."
"What's so rare?" Liu Zimo curled his lips and said, "I can find any craft factory and the things they make will be a hundred times better looking than his."
"Okay, Zimo, how do you speak?"
Seeing Liu Zimo and Bai Bin competing, Qin Feng suddenly folded his hands and said, "Can you find a random thing made by a craft factory and fold it like this?"
Although it was just a dagger held between two fingers, Qin Feng was so strong that with a slight exertion, the dagger actually bent over. The angle was definitely above 45 degrees.
"What's so difficult about this?"
Liu Zimo still looked disapproving and said: "I used to have a belt sword, which is much more flexible than this one. You want me to give it to you later..."
The belt sword mentioned by Liu Zimo is generally called a soft sword in the world. This kind of sword is not only extremely hard, but also has strong flexibility.
The soft sword is not suitable for cutting and stabbing, but it can cut. It can easily cut blood vessels and ligaments at joints, and it can be swung as fast as a whip. Even if a blow misses, it can be hit quickly with just a shake, allowing
People are hard to defend against.
During the Qianlong period, there was a master of soft swords in the world. He used many methods to make his sword into a highly flexible weapon, which he wore as a belt around his waist.
That man created a set of soft sword sword techniques for his belt sword. Unlike ordinary swords that stab people's vital points, soft swords kill people by cutting the carotid artery.
At that time, relying on that soft sword, that man became famous in the world. However, this man later participated in the Miao rebellion and disappeared from the world after being put down.
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