Updated: 2012-11-10

After Wei Guan finished speaking, without waiting for Jia Rong to react, he took the green sword away from Jia Rong's hand and checked it repeatedly, fearing that Jia Rong would damage the sword when he was wielding it just now. Seeing that there was no problem, he put the sword back into the sheath and then hugged it tightly in his arms.

To be honest, Jia Rong liked this sword very much. The Qingyan Sword is also very famous in history. Cao Cao had two swords, one Yitian and the other Qingyan Sword. The Yitian Sword Cao brought it. The Qingyan Sword was rewarded with Xiahou En. In the battle of Changbanpo, the Qingyan Sword was seized by the Shu general Zhao Yun. According to legend, this sword was cut like mud and was extremely sharp.

Unexpectedly, this sword was actually in the Wei family in Hedong, and I was lucky enough to witness it.

Jia Rong looked at the sword in Wei Guan's arms helplessly, and looked at it with a gaze.

The picture was frozen here strangely. One person held a sword tightly in his arms, while the other person looked at the sword in his arms without blinking. His eyes seemed to be a prisoner who had not touched a woman for several years and suddenly saw a beautiful woman standing naked in front of him.

It was Jia Rong who took the lead in breaking the quiet situation and said, "I said, Master Wei, it's useless to hold this sword now. The Wei family is now doing business and there are no martial arts people. If you put the sword here, it will only bury its reputation in vain. It would be better to give it to me. I will use it to kill generals and seize the flag on the battlefield in the future, so that the world can see the power of the Wei family's sword." After Jia Rong said that, he kept looking at Wei Guan's face.

Looking at Wei Guan's changing face, Jia Rong continued to persuade: "Don't worry, the head of the family, I will not possess this sword, I just borrow it. When my Han Dynasty is peaceful and the country is prosperous and the people are at peace, I will definitely come to my house to return it to the head of the family."

Wei Guan thought about it, his eyes flashing as if he was thinking about something, and finally said to Jia Rong with an expectant look: "It's still not possible." After that, he looked at Jia Rong with an apology.

Jia Rong rolled his eyes in anger. He had wasted so much talk in his feelings and could not speak out about this old vixen. As the head of the Wei family with a great family, Wei Guan must not be so easy to fool; Jia Rong was not so arrogant that he could take away the Wei family's ancestral sword for nothing by being someone else's life-saving benefactor.

The Wei family has been doing business for generations, and merchants value profit the most. The world is bustling for profit, and the world is bustling for profit. In an instant, Jia Rong found that the money was so cute. If he had a few million taels of gold and smashed it to Wei, he would definitely get the sword, so he would not have to use such verbal words.

Looking at Jia Rong looking at the sword in his arms, Wei Guan scolded him for being confused in his heart. Why did he take Jia Rong to see some ancestral sword? He really caused trouble for himself, and looked regretful.

However, Wei Guan didn't want Jia Rong to make things difficult for him. Jia Rong was his savior. If he had put it on other matters, he would have agreed long ago, but this was an ancestral sword. It took him a lot of effort to get it. He definitely couldn't give it to Jia Rong.

Wei Guan comforted Jia Rong and said, "Zhiyuan doesn't have to be sad. This sword is a ancestral inheritance. Even if I am the head of the family, I cannot be the leader to donate the sword to Zhiyuan. Otherwise, I will be scolded by the entire family, and even if I buy it for ten thousand gold, I will not be sold. In fact, in my heart, I want to donate the sword to a hero like Zhiyuan. The so-called sword is matched with a hero." After that, a look of regret flashed on Wei Guan's face.

Jia Rong didn't know whether what Wei Guan said was true or false, and he didn't have time to think about it. He just thought about how he could get the blue sword; he didn't sell any money, but he didn't have money. As long as he had enough money, Wei Guan would not sell it.

Suddenly, Jia Rong thought of money, yes, he was rich, but he didn't know how much money he had in the Eastern Han Dynasty was worth in that era.

After repeated thinking, Jia Rong reached out his hand in the innermost pocket of his clothes, which was sewn with needles and threads. With a little force, he tore open the pocket, and then Jia Rong pulled out one from the inside.

Jia Rong saw the banknotes in his hand, hey, ten yuan, Jia Rong's favorite is those brand new banknotes. These banknotes were still so new after being kept in Jia Rong's pocket for so long. Jia Rong casually shook the banknotes in his hand, making a rustling sound, awakening Wei Guan, who was thinking about it, and looking at himself in confusion.

Jia Rong shook the ten-yuan denomination RMB in his hand, and said to Wei Guan with a slightly red face: "Master of Wei, I have seen the ancestral treasures of the Wei family and let you see my family treasures. To be honest, I don't know the value of this thing. The head of the family has been doing business for generations, and I believe that the value of this thing can be seen."

After hearing Jia Rong's words, Wei Guan suddenly became interested. He gently put the sword in his arms into the lacquer box and closed the sword box. Then he quickly came to Jia Rong, took the ten yuan of RMB from Jia Rong and started to study it carefully.

The front of the 10 yuan RMB is the head of the Mao leader. Wei Guan naturally didn't know who the Mao leader was. The back was printed with the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River, and the color of the entire currency paper was blue ink.

Wei Guan was shocked for a moment. Regardless of whether others recognize the characters or scenery on the banknotes or not, Wei Guan had never seen such a perfect painting. His ingenious brushwork painted people and objects vividly on paper that was less than the size of a palm. What's even more strange is that the brushes of unknown color were used, which made the whole painting very colorful. The human skin was so real. And the gentle touch could make people feel the concave and convex feeling coming from the painting. Just a glance, Wei Guan was shocked by the heavens.

Seeing Wei Guan's eyes flashing with the expression of touching the green light sword before, Jia Rong felt a little happy.

Jia Rong coughed lightly, interrupted Wei Guan's movements, and then pretended to be righteous and said, "If the head of the Wei family was not generous and willing to take out the sword for me to see, I would not have taken out this painting."

"To be honest, my family treasure was said to be given to an immortal." Jia Rong continued.

Based on the formation of deceiving death, Jia Rong sorted out his thoughts and said to Wei Guan, who looked expectant, "My ancestor was a hunter. One day, when my ancestor was hunting in the mountains, he met an injured old man. His ancestor was kind and took the old man to his home to heal his wounds, and took care of him day and night until the old man recovered, so that he would have more than a month."

After the old man recovered from his injury, he said to his ancestors: "I'm going to say that I am an immortal in heaven. I don't want to be plotted against others because of fighting with others. I'm seriously injured. Thank you for your help and taking care of you day and night. I'm so grateful."

When the ancestor saw that the old man he had saved in the mountains was standing gracefully in the sky, he immediately knelt down piously.

The immortal looked at the ancestor kneeling below and said with regret: "You are my savior. I originally planned to accept you as my disciple and teach you the magic of the immortals, but your qualifications are too poor. I will leave today and give you a treasure to repay the kindness of the day." After that, the immortal floated to the nine heavens.

It was not until the immortal left that the ancestor was stunned. He looked at a painting not as big as a palm in his hand. It was the treasure mentioned by the immortal. He did not dare to neglect it. He enshrines this painting in the main hall and provides incense every day.

So, this painting has been passed down from generation to generation, and it has been passed down to me.

Jia Rongyu kept telling such a strange story without any shock.

However, Wei Guan still believed it. The ancients believed in the superstitious and believed in the theory of ghosts and gods. Otherwise, those emperors would not say anything like being ordered by heaven in the name of gods. When Wei Guan heard that the painting in his hand was actually a gift from an immortal, he immediately stopped his hands, stood there respectfully, holding the 10 yuan worth of RMB in both hands, and almost kneeling down for it.

Wei Guan looked at Jia Rong with a bitter face and said, "Why didn't you say it earlier? If I touched the immortal object like that just now, I would be punished if I desecrated it." After that, he looked at Jia Rong with a reproachful look on his face.

Wei Guan forgot that Jia Rong was still shaking with the so-called immortal thing just now; it was Wei Guan who heard that this was an immortal thing, so he was so smart that he didn't expect this level for a while.

Jia Rong said to Wei Guan, who looked shocked and panicked, "Master of Wei, I wonder how valuable this ancestral treasure is?"

Wei Guan woke up from the shock he had just heard Jia Rong's words, pondered for a while and said, "Since it is an immortal, it is a priceless treasure; this painting is exquisitely crafted and has a brilliant brushwork. Just this is a priceless treasure, how can it be measured by money?"

Jia Rong was so happy. Unexpectedly, the RMB he took out was a sudden idea, and after his deception from gods and immortals, he confused Wei Guan, the old vixen.

Jia Rong walked to Wei Guan's side, took the ten-yuan RMB from Wei Guan's hand, and said, "Priceless treasure!" After that, he looked greedy.

Wei Guanzhi stared at the RMB in Jia Rong's hand. Seeing that Jia Rong was holding it so casually, he couldn't help but scolded softly: "How can an immortal thing be held in his hand so casually."

Seeing Wei Guan's attention to the ten yuan, Jia Rong realized that the opportunity had come, and immediately changed his face and said with regret: "The ancestral immortal thing is pity me, I am a member of the army. Maybe one day I will die in the battlefield. I will be covered with a corpse. If I die, it is a small one, but it is a great responsibility to lose this immortal thing." After that, Jia Rong kept sighing.

Wei Guan was overjoyed after hearing Jia Rong's words. Who wouldn't want to get the immortal thing? No matter whether it is an immortal thing or not, this painting is also a skillful thing. He didn't expect Jia Rong to say this. He immediately thought that this was his opportunity and advised: "Zhiyuan, if you believe me, Weiguan, you will hand over this ancestral immortal thing to me. When the diary comes to ask for it, you will definitely return it."

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