Chapter 177: The inverse journey of all things, the passer-by of a hundred generations
The recovery of memory is like the legendary Huangliang dream. Thinking of the long years at this moment, it is like a fantasy dream. The clouds and smoke dissipate, but only in a blink of an eye. In the small courtyard of the modern city, the two old people just saw that
Jian, the young-looking abbot of the museum, was in a daze for a moment, but there was no other abnormality.
The old man surnamed Zhou couldn't help but said: "Three, I only know that the Luo sword once killed Wu Zixu and Wen Zhong. Who is the third one who died under this sword?"
Wei Yuan replied: "It's Zhao Gao."
He put down his sword and replied: "The Zhongche Mansion Order of the Qin Dynasty and the Prime Minister of the Second Dynasty finally went to the Zhai Palace holding this Madam Xu Sword, and then died under the Sengou Sword."
The old Taoist priest and the old man named Zhou were both surprised.
Zhou Jiefu scratched his beard and said, "This statement is a bit, well, a bit novel."
"The previous history books never mentioned that Zhao Gao entered the Zhai Palace with Mrs. Xu's sword, nor did they mention that Ziying killed Zhao Gao with a hollow sword."
Wei Yuan replied casually: "It's very simple. With Zhao Gao's treacherous mind, how could he go to see Ziying without weapons? He originally wanted to lure Ziying to the ancestral temple and kill him so that he could surrender to the princes. Now
It's just that the place has been changed, from killing in the ancestral temple to killing in the Zhai Palace."
"From Zhao Gao's perspective, there is no difference."
"If you want to kill the King of Qin, there are not many weapons you can choose. Among them, Mrs. Xu's sword, which Prince Yan has painstakingly obtained, is undoubtedly the best type. It is lethal enough and concealed enough. After all, the customs of the Qin and Han Dynasties were...
Zhao Gao still cares about face to some extent."
Zhou Jiefu was startled for a moment and said: "This is reasonable."
He glanced at Wei Yuan suspiciously and said, "But this matter is not recorded in the history books, and it is not even mentioned in the unofficial history. How did the master of Wei Yuan know about it?"
Because this is what I have experienced personally.
Ziying, Zhao Gao, Han Tan, each and every one of them was a living person. They passed by me on horseback. They were my enemies, my friends, or they met by chance, and then they ran away separately.
It seems that Ziying kept his contract and did not pass down the incident.
The sound of airplanes flying over in the sky was a little low and dull, as if they came from another world far away.
In the dreary weather of late summer, the green leaves were a little listless, and on the path outside, children ran past merrily holding popsicles.
The young museum owner came back to his senses and smiled:
"I've only heard this statement occasionally."
"It may be just a rumor, or it may be the conjecture of future generations."
"Let's just listen to it as a story."
Zhou Jiefu suddenly realized that he thought this was a rumor that no one knew about because the young man wanted to prove that he was knowledgeable. However, it was exposed and it didn't end well. He didn't mention it again, but just agreed with it:
"If this is the case, a duel between a regicide sword like Mrs. Xu's sword and a minister-killing sword like Shuluu in the Zhai Palace in the late Qin Dynasty would indeed have the flavor of a legend.
, if it is compiled into a storybook or something, I should be able to make a fortune."
Wei Yuan smiled and said: "Maybe I heard Duan Pingshu from somewhere and then wrote it down."
He put down his sword.
The long sword whistled in its scabbard, its sound killing Qing Yue.
The old Taoist priest suddenly asked: "Master of the Guard Hall, it seems that he is very familiar with this sword."
"When I saw you holding the sword just now, the sword seemed to have come to life. It didn't look like an antique at all."
Wei Yuan smiled and said: "After all, I have opened a museum, so I have some experience with these ancient relics."
Zhou Jiefu's face was full of envy and he praised him. Obviously he also wanted to have such a method.
A few people discussed this topic and chatted for a while. Wei Yuan took the initiative to leave. The old Taoist priest had to stay here for a while and asked Zhang Hao to pick him up. Wei Yuan waved his hand and said, "No need to bother.
The journey is not too far, so we can go back in a short walk.”
Zhou Jiefu and the old Taoist priest sent Wei Yuan out.
The old Taoist priest looked at the sword that was left behind and felt a little dazed.
Zhou Jiefu bumped his shoulder against his friend and said, "What are you thinking about?"
The old Taoist priest came back to his senses and said, "I'm thinking that what the head of the guard hall said may be true..."
"He can easily control this attribute sword. It can be seen that he is very familiar with this sword."
Zhou Jiefu couldn't help laughing and said, "That's absolutely impossible."
He flicked the edge of his sword and said confidently:
"This sword was excavated not long ago, and it was placed in the Qin tomb together with Mrs. Xu's sword. This shows that this sword has not been unearthed for many years, and future generations will never know the sword's final fate.
With so much experience, it’s even less likely that anyone has come into contact with this sword before us.”
"What he said is just like what he said. Just listen to it as a story. I thought that it was just someone connecting this famous sword with some historical events and treating it as a story.
That's normal."
"Besides, the reason for the sword may be due to family heritage or superb swordsmanship."
"In short, since this sword was found in the tomb and unearthed and sent to me, it has been a one-stop service. No one has touched it again. It is still familiar. Could it be that he touched the sword before it was buried? Hahaha, I
Look at you, you are practicing Taoism and you have a brain problem."
Zhou Jiefu made a joke at the end and then said seriously: "By the way, you have to come and help me."
"This thing needs to be sent back today for further identification and research."
The old Taoist asked suspiciously: "Can't you do it alone?"
Zhou Jiefu was still frightened, pointed at Mrs. Xu's sword, and said:
"I'm afraid that these two swords will mess up again on the road, and I won't be able to clean them up by myself."
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Wei Yuan left the small collection place, and when he looked back, he couldn't see through the barrier with the naked eye.
He walked in the direction of the museum, but after walking for a while, he felt a headache. The road was too long. He shouldn't have been pretending just now. Wouldn't it be nice to just let Zhang Hao pick him up? It was a hot day.
Doesn’t he feel good with the car air conditioner on?
If you have to walk by yourself, the car will have to drive for half an hour. How long can you walk?
Pretend to pretend, let you pretend.
Wei Yuan's mouth twitched and he pressed his heart. It still hurt a little. He decided to give up trying to control the wind and honestly scanned the code to drive a shared bicycle.
Riding a shared bicycle through the modern technological city, he always felt a little dazed when he was alone. Time passed and everything changed. The First Emperor, Xiang Yu, Liu Bang, and Zhang Liang were all in the past, but he still existed in this land.
superior.
And on this land of China, all living things are still multiplying and growing unhurriedly.
He stopped in front of the traffic light.
A bus parked next to it. The bus was full of people, old and young, either chatting or playing with their mobile phones. Their faces no longer showed the blank pain that I had seen in the troubled times. Those people's faces
This look is something that can only be found in a peaceful world.
He closed his eyes.
Time flies on the land of China, and there is no end to the vicissitudes of life.
He closed his eyes, and still remembered in a daze, under the setting sun, a sharp man riding a war horse, carrying a broken sword on his back, singing Qin Feng and walking into the distance, his temples were gray, then he opened his eyes, it seemed to be an illusion,
He saw himself as a warrior reflected on the shell of the bus next to him, standing opposite to himself.
It's like the intersection of pictures, two rivers surging and converging with each other.
The traffic light turns green.
The reflection in Wei Yuan's eyes still showed him dressed as Qin Mo.
Wei Yuan knew that it was an illusion, a trance after just recovering his memory.
In reality, Rui Shi, who was originally dressed as a ranger, looked back. He was wearing modern half-sleeves, jeans, and sneakers. There were drinks in the frame of the shared bicycle, and modern music was playing in the shop on the roadside.
Walk out of the historical corridor and walk through the street lanes.
The warriors of the Great Qin Dynasty rode on war horses, banged their swords and sang loudly, facing the sunset and history gradually fading away.
The short-haired Wei Yuan carries a sword case on his back and rides a shared bicycle through the real modern world.
At this moment, they passed by each other.
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In a certain research institute.
Zhou Jiefu and the old Taoist priest put on the clothes of researchers. This place specializes in studying ancient artifacts. Because the popularization of extraordinary practice methods is on the agenda, more and more attention is being paid here. The purpose of the research is to excavate ancient tombs and obtain practice classics.
and utensils to promote modern practice methods.
Zhou Jiefu put down Mrs. Xu's sword and the hollow sword.
I casually mentioned that the two swords might be Mrs. Xu's sword and the hollow sword.
One of the researchers was surprised and said: "Mr. Zhou, have you already seen it?"
"What have you seen?"
The researcher pointed to the ancient books on a cabinet next to him and said: "We also found these books in the tombs. In order to prevent them from weathering and turning into ash, they must be processed in advance. They were just completed this morning. I thought you had read them.
."
"These two swords are indeed Mrs. Xu's sword and Shilu sword. They are recorded in this ancient book."
Zhou Jiefu was surprised. He put on his gloves and gently took out the ancient book to read.
This is the autobiography of the owner of the tomb. It seems that he was buried directly with his descendants and has not been handed down. The old Taoist priest and Zhou Jiefu looked at it together. Following the well-intentioned reminder of the institute, they turned to the document that recorded the origin of this sword.
Part, read casually:
"I am talking to Han, the servant is Prince Qin, Prince Ying..."
"The treacherous minister Zhao Gao had a disloyal heart and wanted to force his way into the Zhai Palace to kill the king and regicide him. Yu Da was so frightened that Gao Gao entered with the sword of Jing Ke. Fortunately, a sharp man from the Qin Dynasty came with a sword and killed him in order to protect his highness.
Da Qin's ancestral temple has a noble nature and does not want to leave a name, so it is called the person who killed Zhao Gao, Tan Ye."
"I was ashamed. The king died at the hands of Xiang Yu. I tried my best to escape with these two swords."
"And record the name of the person who killed Zhao Gao, so that future generations will know."
"He is the halberd bearer of His Majesty the First Emperor of Qin."
Zhou Jiefu and the old Taoist paused for a moment, their eyes fixed on the last word, their brains went blank at that moment, and then their palms trembled unconsciously as they murmured:
"Its name is..."
"deep!"
PS: Today's first update..., 3,000 words, thank you to the troublemaker for your generous reward, thank you