Inside the package was a knife. Looking at it with a cold eye, it looked plain and ordinary, but Ximen Qing felt that there was a sharpness at just one glance. It was like a hero cherishing a hero, and a good man values a good man. Only when he knows the goods
Only a person can see the essence of cutting gold and cutting jade from the humble appearance of this knife.
If it was just an ordinary sharpness, it would be fine. Ximen Qing's sharp eyes had already seen the word "Yang" from the Wei stele carved out with gold wire on the green shark skin scabbard!
At this moment, Ximen Qing couldn't help but think about it.
But I heard Cai Jing leisurely say: "In the first month of last year, there was a man selling knives on the street in Tianhanzhou Bridge. There was a street gangster called Hairless Big Chong Niu Er who came over to try the knife. The first time he tried it, he chopped copper and iron, and the edge of the knife didn't curl.
; In the second trial, I could pass it; in the third trial, there was no blood on the killing knife - in the third trial, the scoundrel showed his rogue appearance and tried to seize the knife by force, but the man who sold the knife was invincible.
Dog bully, he swung his knife and killed the rogue, and sure enough there was no blood on the knife! Siquan, do you know who the knife seller is?"
Ximen Qing pointed to the word "Yang" on the scabbard and pondered: "Could it be that the knife seller's surname is Yang?"
Cai Jingfu said: "That's right! This man's surname is Yang and his given name is Zhi. He is the grandson of Yang Linggong, the fifth prince after three generations of generals. He also participated in the military examination and became an envoy in the palace system. Only because he lost the Huashi Gang, he was also
He killed someone on the street, the hero was in trouble, and was escorted to the Daming Palace in Beijing. The people in Tokyo were popular, and they made this story into a script. I have heard it a lot, so I remember it."
Ximen Qing nodded secretly: "I asked Cai Jing, how could he remember such trivial things as Yang Zhi selling knives when he was in charge? It turns out that I heard it from Obedient Ben."
Cai Jing sighed: "Yang Zhi was assassinated and sent to Daming Mansion, and his murderous sword was also deported and put into the treasury. But in the Jin Dynasty, when Zhang Hua saw a fight, there was a purple air rising between the cows, so Lei Huan went to Fengcheng to find it.
When I arrived at Longquan, I saw the two swords of Tai'a. It can be seen that these swords and swords are always ready to respond to the situation. Unless a hero comes, his glory will not show up. Today I heard Siquan talk about the Gangxing in Shandong Province. I thought, could it be that
Is it time for this precious sword to be born? So I sent someone to Kaifeng Mansion to redeem this precious sword for three thousand guan and give it to Siquan to encourage the hero to return to Shandong!"
Ximen Qing's heart was filled with joy, and he thought to himself: "If I had this precious sword and gave it to Yang Zhi, the green-faced beast, how could this ancestral thing be so unforgettable? No matter how high-spirited Yang Zhi was, it would not be the same.
I want him to throw himself on the ground and call him "Brother Ximen Qing" before bowing to me! Haha! Haha!" Thinking of the proud moment, he almost laughed out loud.
When Cai Jing saw the joy on Ximen Qing's face, he knew that his gift had been delivered to the right place. He couldn't help but feel the peculiar elation of an old man and said with a smile: "With the sword in front of you, why not pull out one of the four springs?"
try?"
Ximen Qing was already eager to try, but in the end he still pretended to be polite: "With the Grand Master's golden and jade body nearby, how can there be any room for a villain to draw his sword? If the jade body is frightened, wouldn't it be a sin?"
Cai Jingchang smiled and said: "I think back when I first became the captain of Qiantang, I went to the old site of Zhangting to admire the tide of the Qiantang River. However, I saw the stormy waves coming like snow, and it was freezing cold. Among dozens of people, I was the only one who did not change his expression.
.Today, Siquan, please draw your sword and test my courage. How is it compared to previous years?"
Ximen Qing heard that Cai Jing's tone sounded like a arrogant madman, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Throughout the ages, treacherous ministers would rather have their own kind?" He then cupped his hands and said: "In this case, it is arrogant!" He strode forward.
, holding the knife in his left hand, he put his right hand on the handle of the knife and took a deep breath.
Slowly adjusting his breath for a few times, Ximen Qing silently sensed the harmony between his heart, mind, hands, and knife. When he felt it was perfect, he pressed the spring with the thumb of his left hand and waved his right hand vaguely, "Ching Lang."
There was a loud "cang", and a cold air hit the hall. The sword that had been silent for a long time finally regained its sharpness.
When Ximen Qing looked intently, all he saw was that in the past he had planted grass to mark the road ahead, but today his heroic figure was shining brightly in the hall. The knife was like a Qin mirror, crossing a pool of autumn water, and the blade was like cutting wind, shining with thousands of rays of light. He only said that it was
Flying stars, the stars gather in the sky; it also looks like a white rainbow penetrating the sun, with its shadow condensing into the light. Buried in the government warehouse, many grievances are urgently complained to others; beyond the control of heroes, thousands of arrogant people are eager to trade with the emperor. At that time, the power minister
Side glances are also startling and thrilling; here, the hero is full of energy, can drink wine, and can drink wine. Looking at today, he can coerce the prime minister's house and the cold thieves are brave; wait for tomorrow, travel all over the world and kill greedy wolves.
The ancestral sword of the Yang family is indeed extraordinary. With the sword in hand, the murderous aura of bloody battles and life-and-death swords filled the air, and everyone in the hall became pale.
Ximen Qing's heart was moved, but he thought: "If I were to strike back with my sword at this moment, it would be as easy as turning my hand to kill Cai Jing. Will this sword kill or not kill?" His thoughts were whirling like lightning, and the murderous aura in the hall suddenly turned.
strong.
Suddenly, he heard Cai Jing chanting loudly beside him. When Ximen Qing listened attentively, it was a song "Shuo Sword" by Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty. Cai Jing stood up and paced lightly while reciting aloud: "...I want to
Commenting on sword skills, I hope you will listen to it. The sword can cut rhinoceros, and the sword can cut Qiongjiu. The sword can cut through the clouds in the sky, and the sword can fight in the sun. The sword can strike the belly of a monster, a snake, and the sword can brush..." When I carried it here, I suddenly fell silent.
silent.
Ximen Qing knew clearly that the next sentence was "The sword brushes the head of the sycophant", but how could Cai Jing be able to memorize this?
With a thought in his mind and a "swipe" sound, Ximen Qing sheathed the sword and thought in his heart: "Although Cai Jing confuses right and wrong and uses the sword as a sword, in his heart, he cannot deceive himself. He also knows what he has done.
, you are a great sycophant! Since you already have a heart-killing blade on your body, why should I go out of my way to kill you today?"
Then he laughed loudly and cheered: "What a knife! What a knife! With this knife to help me, I will be more powerful in doing things when I return to Shandong!"
When he turned around to take a look, he saw Cai Jing's back to him, hunched over, as if he had been struck by invisible thunder. Zhai Qian saw that Cai Jing looked wrong, so he had already stepped forward to support him: "Master..."
Cai Jing clapped his hand, shook his head, and felt depressed in his heart: "Oh! I'm getting old! I didn't expect that I, Cai Yuanchang, no longer had the heroic aura that remained unchanged despite the tide when I was the Qiantang Lieutenant!
How can I say those three words? How can I say them!"
After being stunned for a long time, he slowly turned around, only to see Ximen Qing holding a sword in his arms, with a long body, and a blur in front of his eyes, as if he had seen himself in his youth, standing in the Zhangting like a flock of chickens, with an eye-catching sight.
The rivers and lakes are white at sunset, and the sky and earth are blue when the tide comes. I am smiling proudly. Who among the heroes in the world can stand shoulder to shoulder with me?...
But a breeze blew into the hall, blowing up Cai Jing's hair, gently awakening Cai Jing from his memories. Cai Jing reached out and grabbed a strand of hair, and looked at it carefully, but it seemed to be three points whiter than yesterday, with that touch of silver
There is a lot of desolation in it.
At this moment, no matter how heroic, heroic, handsome, and energetic, stop! Stop! This is exactly:
A strong man draws his sword to frighten the demons, and a hero frightens the demons with his strength! But he doesn’t know what will happen next. Let’s hear the explanation next time.