There are seven or eight tables and chairs, old and young pairs.
The two of them stood in front of a table.
There is a long box on the table.
Although his eyesight was poor, Jiang Yichen already noticed the things on the table when he approached the thatched cottage.
After all, there are only two wooden tables, one square and one round.
There are two large teacups on the round table, and the long box on the square table is particularly eye-catching.
But as a visitor, Jiang Yichen didn't flip it around without the host's consent.
At this time, Jiang Yichen opened the lid of the long box after Yao Lao's eyes signaled it.
There is a sword lying in the box.
Jiang Yichen was not too surprised by this.
He squinted his eyes and couldn't clearly see the color of the sword in the box. He could only tell that it was dark.
The sword didn't look out of the ordinary. If it wasn't wrapped in silk and contained in a box, but was left alone outside, it wouldn't be easy to attract people's attention.
Those who are good at using swords will more or less know how to use swords.
Jiang Yichen is no exception.
At a glance, Jiang Yichen couldn't make a conclusion on the quality of this sword.
But just by seeing it, he already had a rough evaluation of the sword in his mind.
——This sword is simple and restrained. It may have lasted for hundreds of years. It should be a long sword.
Just as Jiang Yichen was thinking this, he had already received the medicine and was stroking his beard and mumbling to himself.
"You just settled down the day before yesterday, and the sword arrived the next day. Nangong mentioned it casually in the letter, to the effect that even the Hidden Sword of the Nether Sect would not end well if it fell into your hands, no matter how well it was cast.
If I give you a good sword, I will just be blinded. I might as well give you a practical handle. However, why does this sword look a bit like an antique to me?"
The Nangong mentioned by Yao Lao is naturally Nangong Yan, one of the old man’s right-hand men.
Jiang Yichen didn't expect that Nangong Yan would come thousands of miles away to present the sword, and he couldn't even imagine that the seemingly honest and honest Uncle Nangong would really be so sarcastic about him? Or was it all Yao Lao who deliberately added jealousy to his story?
After spending a short while together, he was about 80% sure that it was the latter.
However, the old man is the elder after all, and it is not easy for him to refute.
What's more, what he said is not false, it's all facts. Since he left the island to practice, he really doesn't know how many swords he has damaged by playing with it. Uh, no, it was destroyed! Although I don't love swords like crazy, I feel sorry for him.
It has to be tight!
Recalling the sword that was damaged in his hand, Jiang Yichen felt so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe, and his skinless cheek twitched imperceptibly.
"Hey...Hey! Hey!"
Suddenly he heard a strange yak and cry, and Jiang Yichen quickly came to his senses, quickly stepped out of the way, and stabilized Yao Lao's shaky figure.
"No, it's okay." Yao Lao said it was okay, but he was clearly breathing heavily through his nose, and said with a strange tone, "I wonder if Nangong has any misunderstanding of the word 'practical'? Such a heavy sword is good
To use it?"
While Yao Lao complained about the person far away, he held up the sword he took out from the long box with both hands and threw it into Jiang Yichen's arms.
Gradually, Jiang Yichen began to adapt to Yao Lao's naughty spirit. He looked at his nose and heart, ignored the "cynicism" of the older generation who were separated by thousands of miles, and just looked at the sword in his arms.
The hidden sword that Uncle Nangong can take out must be a good sword.
This sword is not surprising, and it is not eye-catching. The textures on the scabbard are of different thicknesses and have no aesthetic appeal. At first glance, it looks like a long and flat fire stick, and it is a fire stick whose whole body is burned into carbon. It is slightly antique.
.
With the sword in its sheath, it was less than three feet long, and the sword was rather short.
This kind of sword seems to be no heavier than the ice edge sword that Jiang Yichen condensed in his hand on the condensing terrace.
It's quite heavy to start with, about one-third of the size of a sword as big as the Hidden Sword.
This led to Yao Lao's misjudgment, and he was caught off guard and almost missed his waist.
Jiang Yichen held the scabbard in his left hand and the hilt in his right hand, and the sword blade was unsheathed silently.
He brought the sword blade close to his eyes and looked at it for a while, then suddenly put down the scabbard and walked towards the bright place by the window of the thatched cottage holding the sword blade alone.
Yao Lao saw Jiang Yichen's brows furrowed and he didn't know why, so he followed him slowly.
"What? What else is weird about this sword?"
Hearing the questioning voice behind him, Jiang Yichen realized that the old man had misunderstood him again, and explained, "Oh, it's too dark inside, so I can't understand."
Hearing this, Yao Lao became even more confused and asked, "Oh? What's so good about a sword?"
This time, Jiang Yichen couldn't figure out why Yao always had no shame in asking questions, or whether he was disdainful of things other than medical knowledge, so he asked this question.
After pondering for a while, he asked, "I wonder if Uncle Nangong mentioned the name of this sword in his letter?"
Nangong Yan's letter and the gift of the sword arrived yesterday. The letter was from the owner, and he made a special trip to greet Yao Lao. He mentioned the sword donation by the way, so Yao Lao did not transfer the letter to Jiang Yichen. Naturally, he still remembered the content of the letter.
Young Master, he said without thinking, "Yes, but the name of this sword doesn't sound very nice. What is it called 'Dark Dumb'?"
Jiang Yichen repeated, "Dark and dumb?"
Yao Lao confirmed, "Well, it's 'dumb'."
Dull.
Jiang Yichen gently stroked the body of the black sword.
The sword has an extremely fine grid of textures, and the touch from your fingers is like a layer of pimples.
Precisely because of this layer of knots, when the sword is swung, the sound of breaking wind is extremely soft, making it difficult for those without excellent hearing to detect it.
Under the bright light, the black sword shone back on Jiang Yichen's face without any reflection.
So in the night, besides the sword holder, who else can tell where the sword is going?
Dull and dull.
Not heard and not seen.
Very suitable for killing people.
I have to say that the sword that Uncle Nangong picked for himself is indeed practical.
Jiang Yichen praised, "What a sword!"
Yao Lao asked with disdain, "That old boy Nangong has certainly hidden a lot of good things over the years. The sword is a good sword, but can it be used for real?"
Jiang Yichen replied in a slightly self-deprecating but serious tone, "This sword is shorter and heavier than ordinary swords. It is dangerous when it is short, but it is steady when it is steady. I think Uncle Nangong wanted to use this sword to warn me to act more safely."
, once the sword is drawn, the soul of the dead will remain under the sword!"
Perhaps when he talked about life and death, Jiang Yichen could feel that the relatively relaxed and cheerful atmosphere in the thatched cottage suddenly dropped.
Yao Lao's mood was no longer as high as before.
"After my eyes are healed, I will still kill people."
The old man's tone seemed a little tired, or he seemed indifferent to the fighting and killing in the world.
Jiang Yichen was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to say.
"I understand all those things, but...I still hope that it will come to an end soon."
Listening to Yao Lao's words, Jiang Yichen seemed to understand why there were countless gangs in the world, so he chose Yao Valley to be friends with the Daoyi Alliance.
The old man and the young man were silent, and the thatched cottage became silent.
Jiang Yichen didn't know what Yao Lao was thinking. He only knew that after his eyes healed, the best thing for him to do was to kill someone.
In the past few days, he and his old man exchanged letters, not only exchanging views on the Hundred Flowers Conference and the Battle of Ning Terrace, but also discussing the recent affairs in the world.
For the Daoyi Alliance, the most important thing these days, apart from the Niu family's father and daughter going to Lingnan, is that Luo Piaoling will return from Youjingnan in the near future.
Luo Piaoling and Meng Chaoge's journey home will surely be more dangerous than the Niu family's father and daughter's journey south.
It will take some time for Jiang Yichen's eyes to heal, and naturally he will not be able to catch up with the mission of escorting the two masters of Tingyu Pavilion back south.
But three days ago, the imperial court's "force restriction order" shocked the world and gave Jiang Yichen, who was behind the scenes, a lot of room for action.
As long as Jiang Yichen can recover in time, with his current cultivation level and his elusive identity to outsiders, he can eliminate some of the poisonous people in the world and protect them to a certain extent.