The moment he opened the box, Zhang Jue's mind suddenly became nervous. Perhaps those flattering people might not necessarily be lies.

But in the box, a wooden stick wearing a black scabbar, like a burning stick, was quietly lying in the box.

The sword wearing a scabbard looks like a wooden stick, with its whole body straight, and there is only a slight gap between the scabbard and the hilt. It is not a very familiar person, and he can't even draw a sword.

This is not a sword!

Zhang Jue was shocked. His whole body was straight like a wooden stick. This was the shape of a Tang sword.

Many people don’t know what the Tang sword is. The Tang sword is actually the shape of an Oriental sword. The difference is that the Dongyang sword is curved, while the Tang sword is straight, like a sword. But the sword is double-edged, and the Tang sword only opens its edge.

The most special point of the Tang sword is the scabbard, which is meticulously connected to the hilt of the sword. For other swords or swords, you can tell whether it is a knife or a sword when you close the sheath. But the Tang sword is different. Once the scabbard is combined, it is a wooden stick.

"Tang Dao?"

Zhang Juannan said.

Governor Ouyang smiled and said, "Do you Tang Dao? Open it and take a look."

Zhang Jue held it up with both hands with a serious expression. As soon as he started the sword, his heart suddenly sank and he exclaimed in secret: What a sword!

It has a very good weight and a strong feel. I grabbed the hilt of the sword with one hand and the scabbard with the other. I actually had the domineering feeling that I had in my hand.

The sword is the emperor, the sword is the immortal. It only has a supreme aura, and only has a ethereal and elegant aura. This is a domineering spirit, but it is never heard of, because the domineering one is a sword.

He gently pulled his hands away, but Zhang Jue suddenly felt a stinging pain in the tiger's mouth and exclaimed in surprise. In a blink of an eye, he saw that the tiger's mouth was not scarred at all. But the blood flowed continuously.

Governor Ouyang laughed wantonly: "It is difficult for people who are not familiar with it to open it at once. Its scabbard and the hilt fit perfectly. You can't see the connection."

Zhang Jue nodded in shock and realized immediately that this was the moment when he drew his sword, and a hole was smeared out of his household registration by the sword blade.

It is because the connection between the scabbard and the hilt is really inconspicuous. You think you pinched the scabbard with one hand and the hilt with the other hand, but in fact the hand happened to pinch the scabbard with the hilt. When the scabbard was removed from the hilt, the blade was exposed, but the hand just covered the blade. So a hole was pulled out.

The reason why Zhang Jue was shocked was not the small mechanism of the scabbard and the hilt, but the shock that the sword was too sharp. The blood flowed continuously, and the wound was obviously very deep, but the appearance was smooth and flat, and there was no sign of the wound at all. He didn't know where the blood flowed.

‘Sher…’

The friction between the scabbard and the blade sounded, and everyone surrounded him and opened his mouth wide to look at the sword.

Almost the moment the sword blade broke out from the scabbard, a cold air emanated. Everyone felt a sense of coldness. There was also a shocking murderous intent, as if this sword had killed countless people.

Zhang Jue suddenly glared at him, and he actually smelled a faint aura of gods and ghosts from the sword, and a very deep hidden smell of blood.

This sword has killed many people!

This sword has killed ghosts and gods?

Squinted his eyes, Zhang Jue's heart beat wildly. This sword is not simple. He holds it but does not emit it. He is domineering and leaks his domineering spirit.

'bass!'

With a sound, Zhang Jue completely took off the scabbard and held the hilt of the sword and looked at the sword carefully. It was indeed not Tang Dao, but Tang Dao's scabbard. It was a simple double-edged sword body inside.

After dancing for a few times, the touch felt very good, and I wish I could kill the world.

Even if the people around him don’t understand, they can tell that this is really a treasure. They have lost the intention of flattering now and stare at the sword intently.

President Ouyang smugly touched his chin: "How is it? I said that your sword is definitely not as good as my baby, right?"

Zhang Jue asked, "What's the name of this sword?"

"I named it Tiandi."

"Sword of Heaven and Earth?"

Zhang Jue murmured, secretly complaining that this name is really rustic.

Suddenly, Zhang Jue's pupils shrank, and he was almost scattered.

But I saw blood from my tiger's mouth dripping on the sword, and the blood beads rolled on the sword. When it was covered with blood, three small traditional Chinese characters suddenly appeared on the sword.

After the blood beads rolled over the small characters, the three small characters disappeared again?

There is another mystery, but it is only when you see blood that you reveal your true body?

Zhang Jue exclaimed in his heart, quickly pretended to touch the sword body, and then deliberately dripped the blood from his tiger's mouth up a little.

In the flash of lightning, Zhang Jue was completely stunned.

But blood beads flowed through, but the three words on the sword were - the gentleman's sword!

Gentleman's sword?

Gentleman's Sword!

Zhang Jue was frightened very much. This is the gentleman's sword, so what is his own?

The blood beads continued to flow down, and there were words below. Zhang Jue's eyes rolled closely with the blood beads. Wherever the blood beads rolled, the fonts appeared.

After stroking it back and forth twice, Zhang Jue finally saw the line of words clearly: The sword is a gentleman, a gentleman is natural, inherits the summons of heaven, and gives the way to the ancestors.

What? The gentleman’s sword? The way of giving to the ancestors?

Zhang Jue widened his eyes. This is the gentleman's sword, so what is in his sleeve?

Suddenly, Zhang Jue looked at it, but Governor Ouyang took the sword back, and wiped the blood on it with a distressed towel, and said to Zhang Jue while wiping:

"How long will it take to see? The blood is covered, it's true."

‘Zhi’

The sword is sheathed, the sheathed into the box, and the box buckles the lid.

Zhang Jue knew that Governor Ouyang certainly didn't know that there were still words on the sword. This word was quite strange, and it took blood to show its appearance. Governor Ouyang usually used it to practice Tai Chi sword, but he didn't need it to kill people, so how could he get the blood on it?

"Haha, I'm happy to see the hunt and forgot the time."

Zhang Jue smiled ashamedly.

Governor Ouyang vigilantly turned the box behind his back: "Don't hit it, I'll warn you first."

"Things are nothing."

Zhang Jue chuckled and asked, "Uncle Ouyang, how did this sword come about?"

Speaking of this, Governor Ouyang looked proud: "When I was still in the lineup, I happened to eliminate the monsters and monsters and knock down a Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. I didn't expect that this sword was hidden in this Bodhisattva statue. Then, um..."

As he said that, Governor Ouyang suddenly turned red and he secretly regretted that he had let go of his words.

Needless to say, everyone understands the following words, but when he sees the hunter, he will be filled with his pocket. That's right, a sword is hidden in the statue of a Bodhisattva. No matter how you look at it, it's a treasure, but it's a fool if you don't hide it.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?

Zhang Jue narrowed his eyes and said in shame: "I saw what a treasure is today. I am ashamed. I still regard the light steel sword in the late Qing Dynasty as a treasure."

Governor Ouyang patted Zhang Jue on the shoulder: "You don't have to belittle yourself. You are still very good. You can also collect the light steel swords of the great guards in the late Qing Dynasty, hahaha."

These words seem to be comforting, but in fact they are showing their presence, and he looks contented.

Zhang Jue smiled and exchanged a few more greetings, and asked, "When will we go to cut it?"

"Should you wait, it's twelve o'clock noon."

"OK."

Without saying anything, Zhang Jue sat in his seat and started drinking tea, and his eyes stopped looking at the peach wood box. It seemed that the words I saw just now were no longer important. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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