Ding Xiaoyi looked at the bronze dagger in front of him in trance.
His keen thinking soon made him realize that the old man called the dagger a sword, a bronze sword, not a dagger.
This shows that the old man recognizes, or at least knows some of the information about this bronze sword.
"Why, you don't want to sell it?"
Seeing that Ding Xiaoyi didn't speak, the old man looked disappointed.
"Sell it, why not sell it!"
Just kidding, I am worried about this sword right now.
Although my rationality tells me that this thing must be a good thing.
But the problem is that although the thing is good, not only can I not use it, but I might get a sword from it.
Compared with his own life, let alone a bronze sword, even the seven-star sword in mythology is just scrap metal. If it can be sold at a good price, why not sell it.
However, the question is how to sell.
Sell a handful of money?
Aren't you trying to make yourself uncomfortable?
Thinking of this, Ding Xiaoyi's eyes flickered, and the smile on his face became brighter: "Old man, please tell me a price. If it's suitable, I won't give you a second price."
In other words, he is a businessman.
Even though the old man opened a pharmaceutical factory in order to make a bet with the messenger of Yama, shopping malls are like battlefields, and many negotiations involve the interests of all parties.
Ding Xiaoyi also learned a lot from being with the old man.
Look how polite this is.
If appropriate, there will never be a second price.
The other way around doesn’t it mean it’s not suitable and I’m going to increase the price! So old man, don’t bully me.
The old man obviously heard what Ding Xiaoyi was saying. The corner of his mouth twitched, but he still maintained a kind smile: "Easy to say, what do you want?"
This is how people become better with age, and one sentence can knock Ding Xiaoyi's words back.
But Ding Xiaoyi is used to this kind of scene. In fact, what he is waiting for is the old man to talk to him.
"Old man, if you say so, I don't want to talk too much. I won't charge you any money. Just help me put these things away and talk about their origins and their uses. It's a gift.
Boy, I have learned a lot."
What do you lack most?
money?
Gold beneath your feet.
baby?
There are so many things here, there must be treasures in them. Even if there are not, hell is right in front of you. Will you have less treasures in the future?
He lacks none of these, what he lacks is the understanding of Huangquan and this world.
What is lacking is knowledge.
Knowledge is wealth.
As a top expert in mechanical engineering, this sentence is absolutely believed to be the truth.
If you don't even understand the basic knowledge, the engine will blow up in two days.
"this…………"
I thought Ding Xiaoyi would ask him for any secrets, treasures, or panacea, etc.
The old man has already prepared a countermeasure for this.
But I didn't expect it to be like this.
"Old man, you seem to be highly virtuous and well-informed at first glance. Just give me some pointers and it will be enough for me."
Faced with Ding Xiaoyi's compliments.
Even though the old man knew very well that this was a sugar-coated bullet, he still inadvertently showed a look of benefit on his face.
Ding Xiaoyi observed the words and expressions, and when he saw the slight smile on the corner of the old man's mouth, he knew that his matter was not difficult.
Because the other party has inadvertently fallen into his own language trap.
Flattery is actually a science.
No matter you are a human or a ghost, a high hat gives you not only vanity, but also a personality.
Once you accept this persona, you will naturally put on the appearance of this persona.
Even if it is disguised, no one will abandon this persona easily.
It's easy to pick up beautiful things, but hard to throw them away.
"It's rare that you are so eager to learn..."
After the old man said this, he remained silent for a moment, then he took out a bronze mirror from nowhere and threw it to Ding Xiaoyi.
"The water in the Yellow Spring is too deep, and there are some things that I may not have seen before. This is a mirror. If you look at it, you will be able to distinguish ghosts and monsters. If it is a fierce weapon, it will give you a warning. If it is chaos, you will be able to distinguish it.
It means that this thing is extraordinary. You are not allowed to handle it without authorization. You can leave it to me to distinguish it. I come here once every seven days."
Ding Xiaoyi took the mirror, with a bright smile on his face.
This mirror is a good thing for him.
At least for me, it was very useful. Compared with it, a bronze sword that I couldn't use was nothing.
He put the mirror away and then said in a pretentious manner: "Uncle, you may have to come in and get this sword yourself. I took it just now and almost got hacked to death."
"Hmph, if you had taken it, you would have been hacked to death by now."
The old man sneered and unceremoniously exposed Ding Xiaoyi's lie. With a move of his finger, the bronze sword on the ground seemed to be stimulated by something, making a series of harsh buzzing sounds.
Ding Xiaoyi's face changed slightly and he kept backing away. The blade of the sword, which was already covered with patina, gave him a great sense of crisis.
Even more terrifying and depressing than the strange-faced woman in Underworld before.
It's a murderous aura! A murderous aura.
It's like there is a sharp edge in your throat, and if you take one step forward, you will fall into the bottomless abyss.
This sharp and compelling feeling made even the meat ball on the side roll back quickly.
It's hard to imagine that such unstoppable murderous intent actually came from an already decayed bronze sword.
This feeling gradually disappeared until I was five steps away.
Gudong!
After a mouthful of spit went down his throat, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but touch his throat. He still felt like there was something pressing on his neck.
At this time, the bronze sword on the ground shot up into the air with a "whoosh!" sound, and finally landed firmly in the old man's palm.
Look at the bronze sword in your hand.
The wrinkles on the old man's cheeks deepened a little, and he sighed solemnly: "Under this underworld, I don't know how many heroes have been ruined, and how many people have been able to calm down their grievances."
As he spoke, he gently wiped away the patina on the sword with his fingertips.
"Buzz..."
The patina recedes, and a bit of fluorescence falls like a meteor along the edge of the sword.
Then a silvery cold light was left on the blade.
Like the condensed fat under the moon, the sharp edges stand out.
On the sword body, there are two mysterious ancient characters engraved on it, but Ding Xiaoyi cannot recognize them.
I just vaguely feel that the first word looks like the word "fish".
The old man put the bronze sword into the bamboo basket behind his back and waved goodbye to Ding Xiaoyi.
The figure disappeared into the bushes. In the distance, Ding Xiaoyi could still hear the old man's loud and powerful singing voice...
"The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass eastward, and the waves wash away all the heroes. There are many outstanding people under the underworld, and they still dare to be called ghost heroes after death!"
The singing voice is very loud, vicissitudes of life, and majestic.
Different from those greasy-headed and rat-faced singers in the current league, who are you so beautiful? What are you so big and round? It makes you want to vomit.
While he was listening fascinated, the old man had long since disappeared.
The sound gradually faded away, and Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but think about the lyrics just now, and looked back at the boundless underworld in front of him.
"You still dare to call yourself a ghost after death!"
Recalling the old man's lyrics just now, people can't help but murmur.
What kind of outstanding person dares to be so heroic.
If it were based on just one lyric, Ding Xiaoyi wouldn't be able to sigh like this.
But when he witnessed with his own eyes, or even felt it personally, the murderous aura surged out of the bronze sword.
It is simply moving forward courageously and unstoppably.
This convinced him that the heroes in the song were by no means fictitious, but really existed.
Just like the owner of that sword... what kind of person is he?
Just his sword is already so sharp that if it were him...
Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but feel a little hot in his heart.
"He must have been one of the top people at that time!"
After sighing a lot, Ding Xiaoyi silently took out the bronze mirror that the old man left for him.
I don’t know the age of this bronze mirror.
But it can be seen that it is very well preserved and the mirror surface is bright and flawless.
On the back of the mirror is carved the head of an unknown monster.
At first glance, it looks like a dog's head.
He bared his teeth and grinned, and his eyes were like copper bells.
There is a pair of exaggeratedly big ears on the head.
This bronze mirror is naturally incomparable to that bronze sword. You can guess with your toes how powerful that bronze sword is.
If he had this sword, how could he be afraid of encountering psychic creatures? It is estimated that even a disaster-level psychic creature, let alone an evil spirit, could be cut in half with one sword strike.
But the question is...before that, will I be chopped into pieces by the bronze sword?
After all, it is something that cannot be controlled. No matter how easy it is to hold, it is still a hot potato.
In comparison, this mirror is more practical, and it is more helpful to myself.
Which one is more important, Ding Xiaoyi still clearly understands the stakes involved.
He glanced sideways and saw a ball of flesh curled up on the side.
This thing is still compacted into a ball and does not dare to move. It seems that the old man is indeed very powerful.
But how strong is it, and can it resist its own authority?
He didn't know this clearly, but he felt keenly that the old man seemed unwilling to enter the yard.
"Forget it, as long as there is no malicious intent."
He is not a person who likes to get into trouble. If he doesn't understand something, he can put it down and wait until he gets inspiration, and he will naturally figure it out.
Pick up the mirror and look at the meat ball.
A ray of blue light gushed out from the bronze mirror. Under the blue light, you could see the eyes of the animal head on the back of the bronze glowing red, its mouth full of fangs opening, and a strange voice seemed to come from the depths of his mind.
: "Iron mayfly, good at imitating, likes sweets, has a body like iron, moves like stiffness, is good at guarding, not good at killing, has strong curiosity, has a photographic memory, and has the ability to swallow and store things."