Xiao Rong has lived in this house for nearly twenty years, and naturally knows everything about it. The area of the north wing is not small, with a total of seventy or eighty square meters. The wing is roughly divided into two parts from the middle.
There are two sections. The first section is Xiao Rong's bedroom, with a small wooden bed in the end.
There is a row of bookshelves against the wall opposite the wooden bed. If you look closely, you will notice the difference. The books on these bookshelves are mostly ancient books with yellowing paper and thread binding.
The floor of Xiao Rong's penthouse is not laid with ceramic tiles or solid wood flooring, but is directly poured with cement concrete. It looks smooth and shiny after so many years of treading and friction.
The back section is a simple training ground. The ground is cushioned by a whole piece of military green spring mat. The spring mat is about ten centimeters thick. There is a wooden stake fixed on the mat, which is probably used by Xiao Rong for his daily practice.
.There are two samurai swords hanging on the wall opposite the wooden pile. The styles of these two samurai swords are also very simple and do not look like modern industrial products.
"Close the door!" the old man said, but still did not look back. He walked straight to the wall at the back where two samurai swords were hanging. The old man took off one of the samurai swords from the wall with his strong hands and threw it away.
To Xiao Rong.
After the old man threw one of the samurai swords to Xiao Rong, he took off the other one left on the wall and pulled the sword out of its sheath.
These two samurai swords had obviously not been taken care of for a while. The scabbards were covered with a light layer of dust, and the blades of the katana swords were a bit tight against the scabbards.
The old man pulled the knife out of the scabbard very lightly without any pause. He looked at the dust on the scabbard, with thousands of emotions mixed in his heart, and his face was complicated.
The old man did not blow the dust away from the scabbard, but used his left hand holding the scabbard and flicked the scabbard with his index finger. With the old man's flick, the dust covering the scabbard immediately dissipated.
In the surrounding air, even the slightly lingering smell of oily smoke disappeared completely. The katana sword revealed its simple scabbard with complex patterns.
As he had done for the past ten years, Xiao Rong held the scabbard tightly with his left hand, grasped the handle of the knife with his right hand, moved his feet into a horse lunge, and tried with all his strength to pull the samurai sword out of the scabbard. But Xiao Rong's veins were still bruised.
He blushed violently, his neck was thick and his mouth was numb, but the katana remained in the scabbard, motionless.
Although Xiao Rong knew about this result and shouted "Damn it" since the old man handed these two samurai swords to him on his tenth birthday, he still felt abnormal in the face of these two samurai swords that he could never pull out.
of discouragement.
"Manpower is always beyond our reach!" The old man waved the unsheathed katana in his hand as if to show off, and said, "This is the first lesson I teach you."
Xiao Rong felt that the old man's words were too negative. People should be enterprising and positive. He retorted: "The people who built these two samurai swords never imagined that people today would invent things like pistols and cannons."
Facing Xiao Rong's answer, the old man remained silent and did not speak again.
The old man looked into Xiao Rong's eyes, and suddenly the katana in his hand swung out like lightning. The old man's speed was so fast that Xiao Rong didn't even see the afterimage of the old man's swing, and the old man's swiping hand had already been withdrawn.
It's like the hand wielding the knife has always stayed in its original position and never moved.
Xiao Rong's answer was the old man's extremely fast sword. The old man's sword was silent, and its speed was still so fast that it was invisible.
This old man is such a slut.
There were no traces of the flying bird in the sky, but it had flown before. Xiao Rong did not see the afterimage of the old man's sword, but he did swing it, and it also left traces - on the spring cushion where Xiao Rong and the old man were standing.
An extremely neat and long gap appeared. This gap happened to appear under Xiao Rong's feet. A long line extended right next to the toe of Xiao Rong's shoes. This long line divided the entire soft spring cushion into two parts.
Two pieces.
If the old man's hand shook even a little bit, Xiao Rong's feet would be like this spring mattress, split in two.
"Move these two mats away." The old man ordered.
Some cold sweat broke out on Xiao Rong's forehead, and he didn't dare to contradict him anymore. He took a step back and removed the part of the cushion that was originally under his feet. As soon as Xiao Rong removed one of the spring cushions, the incisions in the two cushions were
It was revealed that the incisions of the two mats were neat, and the spring spirals in the mats that were originally neatly arranged were actually cut into two sections by the old man with a knife. The springs in these mats are all made of iron!
"Iron is cut like mud?" Xiao Rong swallowed a mouthful of saliva and protested in his heart. Does the old man really want to keep it in the coffin these days?
While Xiao Rong was still cursing, the old man swung his sword several more times, and the half of the spring mattress under him turned into nine pieces of equal size. The old man swung the samurai sword in his hand, and the nine spring mattresses were formed by
Stack them neatly from bottom to top.
After the spring cushion that originally covered the ground was removed, the cement floor was completely exposed. This is a whole cement-poured floor, and there is not a single gap on the ground.
"In the face of absolute strength, all your inventions are just cleverness!" The old man said casually as he stared at the concrete floor carefully, as if he could see a flower from the ground.
Xiao Rong didn't express any opinions at this time. He lowered his head and was thinking about something. He seemed to be digesting the mystery of the old man's words. Could it be that his gadgets were also exposed?
The old man ignored Xiao Rong's expression and swung the katana in his hand for the third time. There was still no shadow of the sword, and there was no sound of the cold wind. He swung the sword several times softly and gently. The katana in the old man's hand was on the concrete floor under his feet.
A "square" pattern was left on it. The several knives he wielded were precisely the four sides of this "square". The blades were still neat and the strokes were outlined without any sloppiness.
If a mathematician were present and used precise optical measuring instruments to measure the lengths of the four sides of this "square", they would be surprised to find that the old man's random swing of the knife made the lengths of the four sides exactly the same without any discrepancies.
The error is a standard regular quadrilateral.
The old man inserted his samurai sword into one side of the "square" and used a little force to pry up the large "square" cement block.
Xiao Rong noticed that this "square" cement block was exactly where the wooden stakes were originally fixed. The "square" cement block was pried up, revealing the scene below. He saw that there was a thread related to this hidden under the "square" cement block.
The "square" cement block is the same size as the iron door, and there is a lock on the iron door.
"Back then, when the situation was unstable, this whole thing was sealed with cement concrete." The old man cut off the copper lock on the iron door with a knife, and reached out to open the rusty iron door.
Under the iron door was a black hole, which was obviously the entrance to a basement. Xiao Rong could vaguely see the stairs at the entrance of the passage.
"What kind of wealth do you have, is it worth starting this big project?" Xiao Rong said, but he had great expectations in his heart. The old man has always been lazy, so the thing that makes him spend so much effort to hide it must not be a mortal thing.
"Bring a flashlight and follow me!" The iron door under the "square" cement block was only big enough for one person to get in at a time. The old man walked in first. Xiao Rong casually grabbed the flashlight and followed closely.
There were roughly twenty steps under the iron gate. After a while, the grandfather and grandson came to the lower end of the stairs. Xiao Rong shone his flashlight around for a while. The basement here was quite large. Xiao Rong observed faintly that it was almost the entire courtyard.
the size of.
The old man did not stop at the stairs. He took the flashlight from Xiao Rong's hand and motioned for Xiao Rong to follow him. Then he walked straight forward for twenty steps, then turned and walked ten steps to the right.
At this time, Xiao Rong, who was following the old man, discovered that there was a stone table in front of them. Dozens of tablets were neatly arranged on the stone table. In front of the tablets, there was an incense burner that had not been used for a long time. There were no incense candles in it, only
Half a stove of fine sand.
There were two futons placed in front of the stone table. The old man and Xiao Rong knelt on the futons, one on the left and the other on the right. They worshiped three times devoutly to the tablets on the stone table, lit the red candle on the stone table, and immediately
The situation in the basement became clearer.
Just as Xiao Rong visually inspected, the size of this basement is almost the result of hollowing out the bottom of the entire courtyard. The basement is quite large, but there are very few items in it, making it appear particularly empty. The entire basement is only occupied by Xiao Rong and the old man.
There is a stone table in front of him, and the same stone table is also placed in another place. This stone table does not have the ancestor's tablet, but a white porcelain bowl. Occasionally, it can be heard.
A drop of water fell into the bowl with a "click" sound.
Except for these two stone tables, there is nothing else in the entire basement.
"We came down from the north wing, and the stone table with the memorial tablet is right under my bed. The other stone table should be right there - it happens to be exactly where the unknown flowers and plants in the yard are.
Below!" Xiao Rong secretly calculated the positions of the two stone tables in the basement, and surprisingly found that the other place where the sound of water dripping occurred was actually the place where the unknown flowers and plants were placed in the courtyard.
Xiao Rong then turned his attention to the tablets on the stone table. The red candles on the table were lit, which reflected the scene of the tablets clearly. He could even see the seal characters on the tablets clearly. There were twenty-five of these tablets, densely packed.
arranged on the stone table.
"The tablet of the ancestor Hua Guzi?" Xiao Rong looked at the middle tablet. This tablet had some slight damage and looked the most primitive and long.
"Liu Sanbian's God's Throne!"
"Wang Lele's Godhead!"
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Xiao Rong looked at them one by one and found that the names on these altars seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember them for the moment.
The old man stood up from the futon, looked at the twenty-five tablets on the stone table with clear eyes, and said solemnly: "I will be the twenty-sixth tablet on this stone table in a hundred years." The old man finished speaking.
After a pause, he looked at Xiao Rong. Seeing Xiao Rong's complex expression, he continued, "You will be the twenty-seventh one in the future!"
