"Father, is there something mysterious about this sword?"
Bai Zhentian took the sword from Qin Feng's hand. He knew that his old father was generous in his life and was generous to his friends. Facing his old friend and disciple, he could not give away an antique.
"You have stupid eyes, I have nothing to say to you."
Mr. Bai shook his head. Although this sword was given by his son, he almost let his pearl fall into dust. He still can't figure out the secret of this sword, which makes Bai Shannan quite disappointed.
"Father, this...this sword is very ordinary."
Bai Zhentian was a little unconvinced. He held the hilt of the sword with two fingers and stabbed it hard on the chair next to him. However, the blade of the sword was already soft and the blade was not very sharp. It could not penetrate the wood at all.
"Qin Feng, can you see anything?"
Mr. Bai turned a blind eye to his son's actions, but turned his attention to Qin Feng and said: "If Brother Xia is here, he will definitely be able to see the mystery of this sword - come..."
"I saw something, but I'm not sure..." Qin Feng stared at the sword in Bai Zhentian's hand, his expression very solemn, because when he thought of that name, he was shocked.
"Oh? Tell me..." Mr. Bai raised his eyebrows when he heard this. To be honest, he didn't quite believe that Qin Feng could see the origin of this sword.
Because after Bai Shannan obtained the sword, he spent almost ten years researching the vast sea of historical materials before determining the origin of the sword in his hand.
"If I guess correctly, this sword should be one of the top ten famous swords in ancient times..." Qin Feng pondered for a while and said a result that moved everyone in the venue.
"Unlikely?"
Cao Guoliang couldn't bear the curiosity in his heart. He took the dagger from Bai Zhentian, looked at it for a long time, shook his head and said: "The craftsmanship is very exquisite, but it is too small and impractical."
Can you kill someone with it?"
Cao Guoliang is also a martial arts practitioner. Although he practices Bajiquan, he is no stranger to swordsmanship. With this dagger, which is much smaller than a dagger, even if he has all kinds of kung fu, he cannot perform it.
"What do you know? Even plants and trees can kill people, let alone sharp weapons.
Mr. Bai scolded Cao Guoliang angrily and said to Qin Feng: "Qin Feng, can you tell which of these ten famous swords in ancient times are?"
Bai Shannan became more and more curious about Qin Feng. He was so knowledgeable at such a young age. If nothing else, his son Bai Zhentian would not be able to answer this question.
"The standards set by the ancients are somewhat different, but you can't escape these ten swords..."
Qin Feng paused and said: "The first one is the "Xuanyuan Sword", which is called the Sword of the Holy Way by later generations...
The second one is the famous sword Zhanlu made by Ou Yezi, a famous swordsmith in the Spring and Autumn Period. It is also the first of the five most famous swords in the world.
The third sword is the Chixiao Sword, which was used by Liu Bang, the emperor of the Han Dynasty, to kill snakes. However, this sword's reputation outweighs its practical value.
The fourth sword is the Tai'a sword, which was forged by the two great swordsmen Ou Yezi and Ganjiang. It is the most precious sword of the Chu State and is a majestic sword.
The fifth sword is the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword. Legend has it that it was also forged by Ou Yezi and Ganjiang, and was later acquired by Wu Zixu. It was later introduced to the Tang Dynasty and renamed Longquan Sword.
The sixth and seventh swords are Gan Jiang and Mo Xie respectively. I won’t go into details about their stories here. I believe everyone has heard some of them..."
"Hey, Qin Feng, tell me, I've never heard of it." Liu Zimo, who was listening with great interest, suddenly became unhappy when he saw Qin Feng jump over the two swords.
"Go back and check the information yourself." Bai Zhentian glanced at Liu Zimo. He didn't know everything about the so-called top ten famous swords in ancient times, so he also wanted to hear Qin Feng's opinion.
"Gan Jiang and Mo Xie are a couple. They are both master swordsmiths. I will talk to you later."
Qin Feng mentioned it briefly and then said: "The eighth sword is called Chunjun Sword. You may be a little unfamiliar with this name. He also wants a very famous name, called Yue Wang Goujian Sword!"
"So this is the sword?"
Hearing this name, Bai Zhentian and Cao Guoliang both took a breath of cold air. They had learned the story of lying on firewood and tasting courage since they were young, so of course they knew about this famous sword that has been passed down through the ages.
"I have seen this sword before. Although it has been thousands of years ago, it is completely rust-free, the blade is thin and sharp, and it can break through more than 20 layers of paper in one stroke." Qin Feng said.
"Have you seen that sword?"
Mr. Bai was moved by this. He was a good swordsman. After retiring, he collected famous swords in the world. However, some famous swords have disappeared long ago and are even harder to find abroad.
"Yes, this sword is in China and has been unearthed for decades..."
Qin Feng nodded. He was not talking nonsense. Although this sword was hidden in the Hubei Provincial Museum, it was loaned to the Forbidden City for a period of time for display. Qin Feng happened to be working on restoring cultural relics at the Palace Museum, so he was able to play with it.
After a while.
"The real inheritance is still in the country." Mr. Bai sighed, with a sad expression on his face. He may never see the grace of Yanjian again in this life.
"Old man, if you feel well, you might as well go back to the country for a walk." Qin Feng said: "I also have some connections in the cultural relics world. If you want to see this sword, you may not be able to do it."
Qin Feng is still known as a restoration expert in the cultural relics department, and under the operation of Mr. Qi, joining the restoration committee is just around the corner. He thinks he can still take someone to play with the sword up close.
"We'll talk about this later." Bai Shannan smiled bitterly upon hearing this. Why didn't he want to return to China? There were just too many obstacles, and he failed to make the decision several times.
"Qin Feng, let's talk about the last two swords left." Seeing that his old father was a little sad, Bai Zhentian quickly brought the topic to the top ten famous swords, but Qin Feng still had two that he didn't mention.
"Okay, then let me continue..."
Qin Feng nodded and said: "The ninth sword is called the Chengying Sword. It was cast in the Zhou Dynasty. Together with the Hanguang Sword and the Xiaolian Sword, it is also known as the Three Swords of the Emperor of Yin. It is said that when it was released, "the Jiao was divided into Chengying and the wild geese fell.
"I forgot to return", hence the name Chengying.
The tenth sword is called Fish Intestine. It was specially designed to put a dagger in the belly of a fish to kill King Liao of Wu, so it is called the Fish Intestine Sword. I believe everyone is familiar with this sword, right?"
"What? Fish intestine sword?"
Hearing this, except for Mr. Bai and Bai Bin, everyone else's eyes widened. They are all very thoughtful people, so how could they not understand the meaning of Qin Feng's words.
"Brother Qin, you...you mean, this sword is a fish intestine sword?"
Bai Zhentian hesitated and said: "If we talk about the shape, this sword is somewhat similar to the fish intestine sword, but... But with its appearance, how can it kill people?"
It's no wonder that Bai Zhentian has never associated the sword in his palm with the fish intestine sword, because this short sword is really too small and has a dull edge.
The so-called famous sword must first of all be sharp. Not to mention cutting iron like clay, at least it can pierce through wood, right?
But let alone killing people, this sword was not very useful even for peeling apples. Bai Zhentian could imagine that if Zhuan Zhu had used it to assassinate King Liao of Wu, he might as well have just wiped his neck and committed suicide.
"The sword hides its edge, how can you see it?"
Mr. Bai didn't give his son, the newly promoted president, any face at all. He snorted coldly and lectured: "I usually ask you to learn more things, but you always push back. Now you know it's embarrassing, right?"
"Father, what you taught is..."
Facing his father, who was over ninety years old, Bai Zhentian didn't dare to talk back. He could only agree with his father's words with a low eyebrow, but he didn't think so in his heart.
How old was Bai Zhentian when Mr. Bai left the mainland? If his martial arts hadn't been passed down to him by his family uncle, there would never have been the next Bai Zhentian.
And when Bai Zhentian came to the United States, he was already in his thirties or forties, and the old man still forced him to study. How could Bai Zhentian endure it?
"Master, this sword is indeed not very sharp? You...are you always making mistakes?"
Cao Guoliang started to ask at this time. If you say that this sword is an accessory worn by noble princes in ancient times, Cao Guoliang believes it. But if you say that it is a fish intestine sword that has been passed down through the ages, Cao Guoliang does not believe it.
"Qin Feng, what do you think?" Mr. Bai did not answer his disciple's words, but kicked the ball to Qin Feng.
"Old man, this sword is a little different from ordinary swords."
Qin Feng stroked the lines on the sword with his hand and said: "In ancient times, most swords were made of bronze, but this sword is neither gold, silver, nor copper. I can't recognize it just from the material..."
Moreover, the pattern on the sword body is different from ordinary Bailian or even Qianlian steel. It seems to be alive and requires careful communication to connect with it..."
“Connect with your heart?”
Bai Zhentian burst into laughter after hearing this, shook his head and said, "Brother Qin Feng, have you read too much about the Legend of Shushan Swordsman? Do you think this thing is a fairy sword?"
"Brother Bai, you can't say that."
Qin Feng said seriously: "The ancients channeled the sword to the spirit. This was not without purpose. There are records in ancient books. Once, when a Jianghu was attacked by an enemy at night, the sword automatically left its sheath and screamed, which woke up the general and resolved the attack.
An attack..."
"That's just a legend."
Bai Zhentian said disapprovingly: "If you want to say that this sword is a fish intestine sword, you should at least make it sharp. It is so soft that it can't even penetrate wood. How can it be a fish intestine sword...
"
Bai Zhentian's persistence is also justified. The fish intestine sword has been passed down through the ages. Although it is not known for its sharpness, it is not as bad as the sword in front of him.
"Let me try it. This sword is a bit weird..."
Qin Feng took the dagger and put it in the palm of his hand. He closed his eyes and sensed it carefully. When he first saw the sword, he realized that the sword seemed to have a kind of spirituality.
