Chapter 37 Chapter 36: The Sword Within the Sword

"Zhang Banxian, you are..." After pulling Zhang Guozhong out of the cave, Li Laoer was also a little dumbfounded. He saw that the Banxian who was still in high spirits just now was no different from a deserter. The traitor is almost there. "Quickly seal the hole, quick!" Zhang Guozhong didn't answer Li's second son, and he took the lead in lifting the stone.Zhang Guozhong was so flustered that the other people present rushed to bury the hole. The efficiency was at least twice as high as that of digging, and the hole was buried tighter than before in less than ten minutes.

"Banxian, is there something unclean in this cave? Did those messes in my house be brought back from here?" Li Zhen patted the dirt on his body, and cautiously approached Zhang Guozhong, "You See if it can be broken?" "The things down here are not as simple as being unclean. Listen up, everyone. I have to go back to Tianjin and I will be back soon. Before I come back, no one should enter the cave, absolutely not!" Zhang Guozhong said solemnly, "Today Everyone must keep it a secret, and don't tell anyone about it!" "Hey! I know! I know!" Seeing Zhang Guozhong's expression, Li Laoer's temples were sweating, "Can you tell me what's going on under there? Fairies? Dead people?"

"Stick!" Before Zhang Guozhong could speak, Li Shuai behind him uttered a loud voice, which scared everyone present. "What?" Zhang Guozhong turned his head fiercely, and saw Li Shuai looking straight at him, "Young man, what did you just say?" "What are you talking about?" Li Zhen quickly took his son's hand, "What are you talking about? What are you talking about?" "Ah?" Li Shuai rolled his eyes and suddenly realized, "What? What did I say?" "Oh, it's coming again! It's coming again!" Li Zhen's face was full of sadness, "Zhang Banxian, look, he's always like this, do you think he's bewitched? Everyone heard him talking, but he didn't know it himself! "

"Young man, can you still remember what you said just now?" Zhang Guozhong walked up to Li Shuai and squatted down, stroking Li Shuai's head with his hands.To be honest, the eyes of Li Shuai happened to meet Zhang Guozhong just now, but the weirdness in the eyes of this moment did not escape Zhang Guozhong's eyes. It is definitely not the eyes that an eight-year-old child should have or can pretend . "I..." Li Shuai backed away while shaking his head.At this time, Li Shuai's eyes seemed to have returned to the usual sluggish and dull look, with an aggrieved look on his face.

"You said sticky just now? Did you say that?" Zhang Guozhong actually heard the word clearly, but he didn't know what it meant. "No, no," Li Shuai hid behind Li Zhen tremblingly, "I never said that." "I'm leaving now! Brother Yang, can I trouble you to give me a ride?" Zhang Guozhong stood up and turned to Yang Zhou. "No...no problem!" Yang Zhou nodded persistently, "Where are you taking me?" "Airport!" Zhang Guozhong said firmly.To be honest, although it has been a while since he was affluent, Zhang Guozhong usually chooses to take the train when he travels far away, mainly for the sake of cheapness, but at this moment Zhang Guozhong can no longer care about saving money, time is the most important thing, right now This matter must go back and discuss the solution with the old head Liu, and it is probably useless to rely on one person.

Under normal circumstances, controlled knives would not be able to get on the plane anyway, even if it was checked in, but the Long Love Sword went through the check-in procedures smoothly, because the staff in charge of the security check did not believe it was a sword. Can't believe it's a relic.From the contemptuous expression of the security inspector, it can be seen that Zhang Guozhong may still be laughing at Zhang Guozhong for being fooled by a street stall selling fake antiques at the bottom of Wudang Mountain. After getting off the plane, Zhang Guozhong took a taxi from the airport and went straight to Tianjin, and the old Liu Tou who had called in advance also rushed back from Shanxi, and listened to Zhang Guozhong tell the story of the Eight Immortals Town Demon and the deeds of entering the cold bone cave alone In the end, I was always afraid of Zhang Guozhong.But despite the fear, old Liu Tou expressed a strong interest in the long love sword that Zhang Guozhong brought back from Mount Wutai.According to Zhang Guozhong, he had observed this sword with open eyes before. Jiansha was more than an order of magnitude behind Juque Qixing, and it was not even as good as Zhantie brought back from Bashan back then. Theoretically speaking, the only explanation for the skinless Zhao Jinzhou is a coincidence, because in an environment with strong yin energy similar to the cold bone cave, even the Juque sword will have a greatly reduced sword spirit. It is impossible to scare away Yuan Nian even if he can slash Yuan Nian.

"Guozhong, do you think it's possible?" He weighed the rusty lump in his hand, and the old head Liu looked at Zhang Guozhong suspiciously. Sha, I suspect that the thing is afraid of the sword itself." "Afraid of this sword? Why?" Zhang Guozhong was puzzled. "Haven't you heard about Yang Fu's fear of bamboo?" Old Liu pouted and looked at Zhang Guozhong. "Yang Fu is afraid of bamboo?" Zhang Guozhong was taken aback. Yang Fu was the most famous Jiangyang thief in the Northern Wei Dynasty. He was ruthless, cruel by nature, and strong in martial arts. Ba Hong posted the imperial list four times to hang 35,000 taels of gold in order to want Yang Fu's head, but he never succeeded.Unexpectedly, this generation of heroes who defeated the encirclement and suppression of the imperial court's tens of thousands of troops three times in succession, and escaped countless times in the green forest for rewards and assassinations, was stabbed to death by an old boatman with a bamboo pole while crossing the Yellow River. .After Yang Fu's death, his body was buried in Hulaopo, thirty-five miles northeast of Luozhou (now northeast of Luoyang City, Henan Province).

In July 553 A.D., the tomb of Yang Fu in Hulaopo was washed away by the flood of the Yellow River, causing his soul to plague the village for several months. A wandering Taoist priest named Chen Xianzun, after inquiring about Yang Fu's capital crime, buried a bamboo pole deep in his grave to stop the ghosts. The custom of hanging bamboo poles in front of the door of each household also has its origin here. In Taoist circles, this allusion is called Yang Fu Weizhu. Its theory refers to the fact that no matter how difficult the evil spirit is, as long as it is killed by a sharp weapon, it will most likely be afraid of the murder weapon that killed itself.

"You mean that Zhao Jinzhou's death is related to this sword?" Zhang Guozhong frowned and shook his head like a drum, "Impossible, absolutely impossible! The sword was made by Zhu Di, and there were two generations of emperors in between, Zhao Jinzhou's death cannot be related to it!" "Why are you so sure that the hole must be the Cold Bone Cave? Why are you so sure that the thing in the hole must be Zhao Jinzhou?" Old Liu frowned, "Why are you so sure that this rusty iron lump is It must be the long love sword you mentioned?" "This...it's all obvious!" Zhang Guozhong was a little speechless when asked by the old head Liu, "Otherwise, how could there be so many coincidences?"

"Well, Guozhong, we have to think long-term about this matter. Also, let's not be blindly optimistic. The thing in the hole is afraid of this rust bump, and..." In the middle of talking, old Liu suddenly turned Frowning, "Guozhong, what are you cutting with it?" "I just chopped up that statue," Zhang Guozhong was taken aback, "What's wrong?" "Look here!" Old Liu took out a magnifying glass from his pocket, came to the desk with the Changqing sword in his hand, and turned on the iodine tungsten lamp specially used for researching ancient goods, and the light in the room increased several times immediately.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Guozhong hurriedly came to him, wondering what new continent the old head Liu could discover from this lump of broken iron. "Look here." Old Liu pointed to a dent on the blade with his finger. "It collapsed while cutting the statue, what's wrong?" Zhang Guozhong was taken aback. "Look here." Old Liu opened the drawer, took out a small knife, and pried off a whole piece of rust about the size of a fingernail and as thick as a penny along the dent. "This..." Zhang Guozhong couldn't believe his eyes. He saw that after Lao Liu pried off a layer of rust, a flat metal texture was exposed under the rust. "Is there another layer inside?" To be honest, Zhang Guozhong had never heard of it. As I said, there are still such cast swords. There are two layers inside and outside. The outer layer is already rusted, and although the inner layer is also slightly rusted, it is at least visually intact. "Come on, come with me!" Old Liu picked up his sword and went to the toilet, took a towel from the rope, opened the door and went out, wrapped the towel around the tip of the sword and held the sword upside down, as usual for playing cards and chess at the door The White Marble Eight Immortals Stool, with enough strength, was slashed hard, sparks shot all over the place, and the long and wide rusty skin crackled all over the ground. "Senior brother, it's almost there!" To put it bluntly, although it is a rusty iron bump, it is also a famous long-love sword in history. Seeing old Liu head "smashing" it with it so relentlessly Han Baiyu, Zhang Guozhong is really distressed.Stone is different from metal. It has basically no toughness and ductility. It is hard, especially hard stones like marble white marble, even high-end products like Juque and Seven Stars. The blade is basically useless. "En." Old Liu picked up the sword and looked at it, only to see that the Changqing sword was a full circle thinner than before. "Guozhong, go to the small shop at the corner ahead and buy me a bottle of orange juice." Old Liu pointed to the small shop on the side of the building. "Orange juice?" Zhang Guozhong thought he heard it wrong. "Yes, orange juice and orange soda are fine!" Old Liu continued to pick the remaining rust on the blade with his fingers without looking up. "Oh." Zhang Guozhong hurried to the canteen to buy two bottles of orange soda, and saw that old Liu Tou took the soda and poured it on the sword without leaving a drop. A cold light flashed under it. Although there was still a little rust, the glossiness even surpassed that of Juque and Qixing, which were old and old. "Damn it, it's unbelievable!" Zhang Guozhong couldn't believe his eyes when he took the gleaming sword from Old Liu. "Brother, what do you think this is?" Just as he was about to play a few times, Zhang Guozhong suddenly noticed a line of seal characters engraved on the body of the sword. The light from the street lamps was relatively dim, and there was still a little rust left in the texture of the lettering. For a while, it was unclear whether the space for these words was for decoration or carved on purpose. "Oh?" Old Liu Tou took the sword, was also taken aback, and took out his reading glasses from his pocket, "It's too dark here, come, come in!"