Ding Xiaolan walked step by step on the ramp full of gravel, which was a slender detour, and the weeds on both sides of the road were more than half a meter high, which made her feel eerie.
Ding Xiaolan regretted very much that she came to Sun Guoliang's house in high heels today, this uneven mud road really made her suffer.
Qi Lu watched her walk hard, and stretched out his hand to lead her away, but was thrown away by Ding Xiaolan.
It's just that her feet are sore when she walks, and she is so strong that she doesn't want Qi Lu and Lao Wu to treat her as a burden at this time.
Just as Ding Xiaolan was complaining secretly, she had reached the end of the ramp, and a two-story imitation Western-style small western-style building appeared in front of her.
The building is made of fine red bricks with a black iron fence gate.
But it was far more dilapidated than Ding Xiaolan had imagined, the side walls were covered with vines, and the iron gate was full of peeling rust.
Qi Lu stepped forward and rang the doorbell a few times, and saw Sun Guoliang coming out of the house in civilian clothes and opening the locked iron door.
Qi Lu and the three of them walked through the gate, walked through the road paved with bricks, and followed Sun Guoliang to the living room.
Originally, the courtyard was probably full of grass and flowers, but now it is overgrown with weeds and growing to knee height, it seems that Sun Guoliang used to be a wealthy family, but now it has become a failure.
Qi Lu did not sit down after coming to the living room, but looked at the scenery outside through the window.
Sun Guoliang felt a little strange and went up to chat with Qi Lu, and found that his eyes were fixed on a pile of gravel in the northwest corner of the courtyard, so he explained to Qi Lu with a smile: "Mr.
Qi, there were a few days of heavy rain last month, and the wind blew relatively strongly, blowing down all the rockeries in my pool.
No, I haven't had time to get someone to move it out, so I'll just pile it in the corner. ” "Oh, that's right."
Qi Lu didn't say anything more, and sat back on the sofa with Sun Guoliang.
"I'm sorry Mr.
Sun, we're going to bother you today" Before Qi Lu finished his polite words, Sun Guoliang politely interrupted him and said, "Don't talk about bothering, I'm still thinking about whether I will go to your company to talk to you again if you don't come." ” "Mr.
Sun really has a heart, Qi Mou is here to thank you."
Qi Lu asked him straight to the point: "Last time you said that the Songwen Sword was a cursed treasure, I don't know what the basis is" "Do you still need proof, I'm just ruining my family because of it."
Sun Guoliang replied angrily.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little awkward, Qi Lu smiled embarrassedly, and asked a little reluctantly: "Does Mr.
Sun mind telling me about it?"
"It's really a magic sword, a magic sword, a magic sword, although it is a Songwen sword cast by Ou Yezi himself" Sun Guoliang, who was still calm, had messy eyes when he mentioned Songwen Sword, his face was red and white for a while, and his hands were shaking unconsciously.
Qi Lu couldn't help but glance at Lao Wu, he thought that Sun Guoliang was just a wealthy dealer of cultural relics, but he didn't expect him to know the origin of Song Wenjian.
Qi Lu said cautiously: "Mr.
Sun, don't get excited, if you want me to destroy the treasured sword, please tell me everything, otherwise more people will be cursed by the Songwen Sword." ” "Yes, yes, this is the only way to avoid a repeat of the tragedy."
It took a long time for Sun Guoliang to return to normal, and he said with a little embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I'm a little excited, I hope you can forgive me for my gaffe." ” "It's okay, we also want to know the story about the sword no, the magic sword."
Sun Guoliang took a deep breath and began to tell the story of Song Wenjian.
"Six years ago, I saw this sword for the first time at my old friend Xiao Congwen's house, and I was immediately attracted by it."
Professor Jiang told Qi Lu that Xiao Congwen once owned this sword, and the photos Qi Lu saw were also provided by Xiao Congwen.
Although the whereabouts of Song Wenjian in Xiao Congwen's hands are unknown, now Qi Lu also guessed that he sold the sword to Sun Guoliang.
"This is really a peerless sword, especially when I heard Mr.
Xiao say that it is a sword forged by Ou Yezi, and I was even more interested in acquiring it.
I don't know if you've heard the story of Yang Zhi selling knives in the Water Margin?"
Sun Guoliang suddenly mentioned the allusion of Yang Zhi selling knives, although Qi Lu didn't know what the intention was, he also knew a little about this familiar story.
During the Northern Song Dynasty, Yang Zhi, a good man and blue-faced beast in Liangshan, was forced to sell ancestral treasure knives on the streets of Beijing for a living, but he was entangled by Niu Er and wanted to rob him of the treasure knife in his hand.
Yang Zhi wielded a knife and killed Niu Er in a fit of anger, except for the people of the capital, but he got into a lawsuit and was sent to the Daimyo's Mansion.
Seeing Qi Lu nodding to show that he understood the story of Yang Zhi's sale of knives, Sun Guoliang continued: "At that time, Mr.
Xiao boasted that this Songwen Sword was no less than the treasure knife in Yang Zhi's hand, and I immediately became interested and wanted to verify whether Mr.
Xiao was exaggerating on the spot. ” Qi Lu said: "I remember that in the book, Yang Zhi's treasure knife has three major characteristics, namely, cutting copper and chopping iron, the knife edge is not rolled, the hairs are blown by, and the murder knife is not stained with blood.
Could it be that Songwen Sword is like this?"
"Of course, even more than that."
Sun Guoliang said a little excitedly: "I learned from Yang Zhi to pluck a few hairs from his head and blow them on the blade of the sword.
Unexpectedly, as the book says, as soon as those hairs touched the edge of the sword, they broke off in two pieces and fell to the ground. ” Qi Lu asked again: "Then you won't follow the storyline in the Water Margin and cut off ten copper coins with the Songwen sword?"
"Not really."
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Sun Guoliang said: "I replaced it with ten one-dollar coins, but the result was the same. ” "Sure enough, it's a good sword, but," Ding Xiaolan, who was interjecting on the side, suddenly laughed heartily.
Sun Guoliang asked puzzledly: "Miss Ding, what are you laughing at?"
Seeing everyone's surprised eyes, Ding Xiaolan barely stopped laughing, and she said softly: "Killing people is not bloody, can Mr.
Sun also kill people like Yang Daxia?"
Qi Lu frowned, feeling that Ding Xiaolan's question was very rude.
But Sun Guoliang said disapprerovingly: "Of course I won't do anything illegal, that day Mr.
Xiao left me at his house for dinner, and his wife was about to kill the chicken, so we used this chicken for experiments, and the results were consistent with the description in the book, and the sword body did not leave the slightest trace of blood." ” "It's not a big deal of rag money."
Ding Xiaolan laughed again.
"If you can afford to buy a Songwen sword, do you care about these small sums of money" Qi Lu couldn't help but be a little unhappy, and suddenly realized that Ding Xiaolan's arrogant personality was likely to add a lot of unnecessary trouble to her in the future.
Sun Guoliang's next words made Qi Lu even more amazed.
"Another amazing thing about this sword is that it is not as hard as an ordinary sword, on the contrary, the blade is actually very flexible and can be easily bent."
At this time, Ding Xiaolan didn't dare to say more, she knew that most of the metals with good flexibility and bending in nature, such as aluminum and gold, were brittle and easy to break.
The Songwen sword is not only hard and sharp, but also has the characteristics of gold and aluminum, according to the current words, only high-tech alloys can meet this requirement, but Ou Yezi is an ancient man more than 2,000 years ago, how can he know how to smelt the perfect alloy technology.
Qi Lu said thoughtfully: "During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the princes competed for hegemony, and the requirements for weapons were very high, and they had already mastered the control of the bronze alloy ratio of weapons.
I remember that the Yue Wang sword unearthed a few years ago can also be bent without affecting the sharpness of the sword. ” Sun Guoliang nodded and said, "But this sword is bent to an unbelievable degree, and I bent the tip of the sword downward, so that I can easily touch the hilt of the sword."
Then I let go of the tip of the sword, and the blade made a clanging sound, straight as a taut bowstring, and there was not a trace of bending in the sword. ” "The wisdom of the ancients makes us modern people ashamed of ourselves, but it's a pity that these skills of Master Ou Yezi have been lost, otherwise it will benefit future generations" Qi Lu admired from the bottom of his heart.
"Mr.
Qi doesn't know much about history, so he will naturally be surprised."
Sun Guoliang said in a mocking tone: "The Songwen sword itself is black and bright, which is the color of Pangang.
The ancients often used steel containing impurities as the blade and wrought iron as the blade, and if the sword was not cast in this way, the blade would be easy to break.
If it is a sword made entirely of steel, the blade will be damaged in battle.
It is said that another sword cast by Ou Yezi, Juque, is a sword of this nature, so it is dull and heavy, and it is inconvenient to use, so the master swordsmith often discards steel containing impurities when casting swords.
The sword made of pan steel can just avoid this shortcoming, and Ou Yezi learned the lesson of the giant sword and chose Pan steel to make this Songwen sword.
It gathers all the sword casting essence of Ou Yezi, and it is naturally extraordinary. ” Qi Lu was suddenly startled in his heart, raised his head, and his gaze collided with Lao Wu's eyes.
He knew very well that he had lost his eyes, and the Sun Guoliang in front of him was not a dirt bun, although he could not be compared with an expert like Professor Jiang in terms of historical research, but Qi Lu also saw that he was a master of hidden knowledge of cultural relics.
Thinking of this, Qi Lu couldn't help blushing a little, for fear that Sun Guoliang would see through his little trick and know that he didn't have another illusory sword in his hand.
Sun Guoliang didn't perceive Qi Lu's thoughts, but continued: "I can't put down this sword, and I asked Mr.
Xiao to sell it to me at a high price on the spot."
But Mr.
Xiao cherishes this sword so much that he refuses to give it to me, no matter how much I pay for it.
After I went home unhappy that day, I had insomnia for a few days, thinking that I would never have anything to do with Songwenjian. ” "If I had this sword, I would not cut my love from another."
Qi Lu finally understood the reason why Lin Bo wanted to get this sword, and after listening to Sun Guoliang's introduction to the advantages of this sword, he was a little moved.
"At the time, I also had this idea, and now I can't regret it."
Sun Guoliang's eyes dimmed a little, "After that, I came to persuade Mr.
Xiao many times, but he didn't agree, just when I was discouraged, suddenly one night, Xiao Congwen suddenly came to my house." ” Qi Lu hurriedly asked: "Could it be about Songwen Sword?"
"Exactly."
Sun Guoliang looked out the window, and this time his expression became uneasy again.
"I remember that night there was a foot of snow on the ground, and he came to my house despite the cold."
Qi Lu was silent, he went to Sun Guoliang's house in such bad weather, Xiao Congwen must have experienced something unusual.
"I started to think that I had picked up a big bargain, but when I learned all the truth, I realized that it was the greed in my heart that ruined me.
Over the years, I have lived in pain and regret all the time."
Qi Lu saw that his facial expression was full of frustration, and thought to himself that if a person lived in depression all day long, the pain was indeed indescribable.
Sun Guoliang's hand twitched again, and the more he spoke, the more excited he became: "To paraphrase a line of Stephen Chow to describe my current mood, if God can give me a chance to do it again, I will definitely destroy Song Wenjian" When Qi Lu heard such bleak words, he sighed in his heart, and suddenly felt like smoking, but he knew that Sun Guoliang had no habit of smoking, so he had to look at the sad man quietly without saying a word. i0 t1706231537: