Fanwai 1 (that is, I made a mistake in the end of this testimonial before, and directly revised and rewritten it as Fanwai)
jingle——
The museum door was pushed open, making a soft jingling sound.
Sunlight pours out from the gaps between the windows and doors, falling into this old museum. The dust brought by visitors rises and falls. The fine dust particles emit light like gold under the sunlight.
of brilliant light.
There is no one in the museum, and the owner does not seem to be here.
So the customer who accidentally broke into this place just slowed down, with a little curiosity, while waiting for the store owner to come back, he slowly took a look here. It is rare that in this era, there are still open shops.
In the museum on the old street, he walked slowly between the counters with faded paint.
I saw ancient pottery, simple canes, and broken swords placed on it.
The warm sunshine makes everyone feel lazy and lazy.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the counter is covered with a layer of warm sunshine, and the things inside seem to be covered with a layer of time-like light. With that warm feeling that has passed through the distant years, the guests subconsciously lift their heads.
He stretched out his hand forward, and the fingertips of his palm touched the transparent barrier, feeling cold to the touch.
In front is a broken knife.
It exuded an extremely strong and biting chill. Even through this transparent barrier, you could feel the coldness. It almost made your palms feel tingling. He subconsciously shrank his hand and stared at the broken handle.
Knife, looking at the white paper below, it was clear that there was nothing there before, but at this moment, I saw traces of traces gathering together and turning into the tip of a pen.
He read out loud subconsciously:
"[White Tiger Broken Saber]"
"One of the Four Spirits, White Tiger, died in the battle of Guixu. His sword was broken and his soul died."
"Hidden here."
The guest felt ridiculous and outrageous at first, and subconsciously said: "White tiger in all directions? This, isn't this the god in the legend? How come there is his sword here? And he said he has fallen? Is this a joke... Hey
Hey hey, how is that possible..."
In shock, he subconsciously pressed a little harder with his palm.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to feel the sealed knife tremble violently, and the coldness almost tore the palm of his hand open, and then blood flowed out from the wound, as if there was gold and iron sword energy seeping into it.
It entered the palm of his hand and made him shiver several times subconsciously.
"This, this is..."
When the guest was shocked, he suddenly heard a smiling voice coming from behind.
"Are you a guest?"
"Ah, are you planning to get this knife? You really have a good sense..."
He subconsciously raised his head, and when he turned around, he felt a cold feeling on his cheek. When it collided with the hot blood, he shivered comfortably. He subconsciously turned around and looked.
I saw a smiling young man wearing a deacon's uniform, holding a glass with happy water in it and several ice cubes floating in it.
"How about it, little guest, would you like a drink?"
"Ah, I, okay, okay."
The guest turned around, answered subconsciously, and then stretched out his hand to catch the happy water.
The very smooth and bright glass reflected his face.
It was a young man who looked about twelve or thirteen years old. He was wearing a simple school uniform, but because he was practicing martial arts, he didn't look too thin. He was sitting on the sofa holding a cup of happy water, but he looked a little tall.
A very reserved look.
He couldn't help but feel relaxed.
The man who claimed to be the temporary manager of the museum was wearing an extremely elegant butler's uniform and was slowly wiping the glass. His face was so handsome that it was evil, and there was a smile in his eyes.
I don't know if it's an illusion.
The young man always felt that these eyes had a hint of purple in them, which gave him a great sense of oppression.
And in this museum, there is another man who looks honest and honest. But when this so-called honest man raises his eyebrows, he is full of energy. He has a kind of intimidation, which makes the young man lower his head subconsciously and dare not speak directly.
I watched, feeling somewhat regretful in my heart, regretting why I suddenly opened the door.
"Don't be cautious, just watch if you want."
"You can call me Brother Shui."
"That guy over there, you can just call him Lao Lu, or you can call him veteran."
The young man in deacon's uniform smiled and spoke.
But the young man was still a little embarrassed, holding the glass in his hands. It seemed that only the feeling of the glass could make the heat stimulated by the knife in his palms slightly better. He made up his mind not to answer.
The two museum employees ignored him.
It's just that this museum seems to be less secluded than the place it is located.
In a short period of time, several groups of people came.
Among them was something he had seen on the Internet——
Some are the very rich of this era, and some are the top masters of this era.
But unexpectedly, these people all became interested in the broken knife.
Especially the young swordsman who was born in the world and had experienced in the wilderness, expressed his extremely fervent and sincere heart. However, the person in the museum just spoke lightly and said that the swordsman and the wealthy businessman would never be able to escape in ten lifetimes.
The price was so high that the young man was speechless.
Darling, who can afford such a price?
This clearly shows that I don’t want to sell it!
The deacon with an extraordinary handsome face and a pair of purple eyes seemed to have guessed the young man's thoughts, and said with a smile: "Do you think my price is too expensive?"
The young man shook his head quickly: "No, no, no, no, no, no!"
“What you sell is very reasonable, very reasonable!”
Wearing a deacon's uniform, Kai Ming rested his elbows on his knees and said with a smile: "It's expensive for its own sake."
"This is the sword of the Four Spirit White Tiger. Even if only half of it is left, it is still a top-notch magic weapon."
He took out the broken knife and played with it in his hand. Suddenly he looked at the young guest over there with a smile and said abruptly: "Do you want it?"
"Ah, I want to...ahem, I, I mean, don't want to, don't want to."
The young man almost subconsciously expressed his inner thoughts.
This knife always gave him a familiar feeling.
But he took it back immediately. This knife was so expensive, he couldn't afford it!
The purple-eyed young man smiled and looked at the embarrassed young man in front of him. Suddenly his hand shook, and the knife left behind after the white tiger died in the battle fell down and landed in the young man's hand. Then he said lazily: "You
If you want, I can return it to you."
The young man was startled. He didn't hear the word "send back" or "return".
Instead, he became more and more embarrassed and said: "I, I can't afford it."
"It's okay, you don't need to buy it."
Kai Ming smiled and said:
"The White Tiger was once a member of the Kunlun family, and he also died for his contribution in the Battle of Guixu."
"The later Lord of Guixu and Kunlun all missed him."
"If you want this knife, all you have to do is go to a wedding with this knife. You can eat, drink, and relax. How about that?"
"Wedding? Whose?"
"who?"
Kai Ming said leisurely: "Of course it's the [Lord of Guixu], it's the wedding of [Kunlun Goddess]."
"Today is the day."
"Follow me if you want."
The young man subconsciously let go of the knife, but when he held the knife, the thought of putting down the knife disappeared in an instant. Watching the young man walking away, he subconsciously stood up and walked towards the back in front of him. The road ahead seemed to be blurred.
, it is no longer the familiar asphalt road, but a road that seems to lead to a mysterious place, and the surrounding scenery has also changed drastically.
The young man walked step by step, and he could faintly hear the sound of musical instruments.
Stroking the handle of the knife:
"wedding?"
ps: Extra 1——
I never expected that I would send it by mistake.
I never expected that I would start writing the extras on the first day after finishing the book.
The best thing is, who is it that forces me to do this? It’s me, it’s me ah ah ah