"Zhang Banxian, are you..." After pulling Zhang Guozhong out of the cave, Li Laoer was also a little stupid. He saw that Banxian, who was still energetic just now, was no different from a deserter. His pretty neat head shape just now seemed to be good as a traitor tea.

"Closing the hole! Quickly!" Zhang Guozhong ignored Li Laoer and led the way to lift the stone. Seeing Zhang Guozhong so panic, the others present quickly buried the hole in a tidy manner. The efficiency was twice as high as when they were dug. They buried the hole in less than ten minutes, which was more stringent than before.

"Banxian, is there anything unclean in this cave? Did I bring those chaotic things back here?" After patting the soil on my body, Li Zhen carefully came to Zhang Guozhong, "Do you see if it can be cracked?"

"The things below are not just 'not clean'. Everyone, please listen. I must go back to Tianjin and will come back soon. Before I come back, no one should enter the hole, and absolutely cannot enter!" Zhang Guozhong said with a serious expression, "We must keep things secret today! Don't tell anyone!"

"Hey! I know! I know!" Looking at Zhang Guozhong's expression, Li Lao's sideburns were sweating when he saw it, "Can you tell me what is there? Fairy? Dead people?"

"Sticky!" Before Zhang Guozhong could speak, Li Shuai behind him screamed, frightening everyone present.

"What!?" Zhang Guozhong turned around suddenly and saw Li Shuai looking at him with his eyes straight, "Young man, what did you say just now?"

"What are you talking nonsense?" Li Zhen hurriedly pulled his son's hand, "What are you talking about? What's the thing?"

"Ah?" Li Zhen's eyes rolled and suddenly realized, "What? What did I say?"

"Oh! It's coming again! It's coming again!" Li Zhen looked sad, "Zhang Banxian, look, he always always does this. Do you think this is a traitor? Everyone heard him talking, he doesn't know!"

"Young man, can you still remember what you said just now?" Zhang Guozhong walked to Li Shuai and squatted down, touched Li Shuai's head with his hand. To be honest, Li Shuai's eyes just now happened to face Zhang Guozhong, but it was just this moment of looking at each other. The strangeness in the meantime could not escape Zhang Guozhong's eyes. That was definitely not the look that an eight-year-old child should have or be able to pretend.

"I..." Li Shuai shook his head and retreated. At this time, Li Shuai's eyes seemed to have returned to the usual dullness and dullness, and his face looked aggrieved.

"You just said...Sticky? Did you say it?" Zhang Guozhong actually heard the word clearly, but he didn't know what it meant.

"No...No..." Li Shuai hid behind Li Zhen in fear, "I haven't said..."

"I'll leave now! Brother Yang, can you please send me a trip?" Zhang Guozhong stood up and turned to Yang Zhou.

"No...no problem!" Yang Zhou kept nodding, "Where will I send you?"

"Airport!" Zhang Guozhong was determined. To be honest, although he had been rich for a while, when he was on a long trip, Zhang Guozhong usually chose to take the train, mainly for cheapness. However, at this moment, Zhang Guozhong no longer cared about saving money. Time is the most important thing. At this moment, he had to go back to discuss the solution with Lao Liu. It is probably impossible to rely on himself.

Under normal circumstances, the controlled knives cannot be boarded the plane anyway. Even if they are checked, the long-loving sword successfully completed the check-in procedures. The reason is that the staff in charge of the security inspection did not believe that this was a sword, nor did they believe that this was a cultural relic. From the contemptuous expression of the security inspector, it can be seen that he was still mocking Zhang Guozhong for being fooled by a street stall at the foot of Wudang Mountain...

After getting off the plane, Zhang Guozhong took a taxi from the airport and killed Tianjin directly. Lao Liu, who had been on the phone in advance, rushed back from Shanxi. After listening to Zhang Guozhong's story of "Eight Immortals Suppressing Monsters" and the "deeds" of breaking into the "Han Bone Cave" alone, he was also afraid of Zhang Guozhong. However, in addition to being afraid, Lao Liu expressed his strong interest in the long-lasting sword brought back by Zhang Guozhong from Mount Wutai. According to Zhang Guozhong, he had previously opened wisdom.

After observing this sword, the "Sword Evil" is more than one order of magnitude different from the Juque Seven Stars, and it is even worse than the iron-killing I brought back from Bashan back then. However, in the Han Bone Cave, the only thing that can be explained is "coincidence", because in an environment similar to the "strong yin energy" of the Han Bone Cave, even the Juque Sword will be greatly reduced. Even if it can still cut the resentment, it is impossible to scare away the injustice.

"Guozhong, do you think there is any possibility..." He weighed the rust lump in his hand, and Old Liu looked at Zhang Guozhong with a stingy look, "What the thing in the cave is not afraid of is the 'sword evil', and this broken sword is not evil either. I suspect that what the thing is afraid of is the sword itself!"

"I'm afraid of this sword? Why?" Zhang Guozhong was puzzled.

"Have you never heard of 'Yang Fuweizhu'?" Old Liu curled his lips and looked at Zhang Guozhong.

"Yang Fu is afraid of the bamboo?" Zhang Guozhong was stunned.

Yang Fu was the most famous thief in the Northern Wei Dynasty. He was cruel and cruel by nature and had great martial arts skills. He absolutely killed the rich but did not help the poor. He was shocked by leading 00 cavalry to plunder 500,000 taels of official silver. Emperor Xiaowen of the Northern Wei Dynasty, Tuoba Hong posted the imperial list four times and hung 35,000 taels of gold to hang the head of Yang Fu's neck, but he never succeeded. Unexpectedly, this generation of hero who defeated the encirclement of the court three times in succession and avoided the Green Forests countless times for rewards and assassination. He was stabbed to death by an old boatman with a bamboo pole on a boat while crossing the Yellow River. After Yang Fu's death, his body was buried in Hulaopo, 35 miles northeast of Luozhou (now northeast of Luoyang City, Henan Province).

In July 55 AD, the Yellow River flood washed away Yang Fu's tomb located in Hulaopo, causing his soul to harm the village for several months. The local government hired several famous masters from far and wide to no avail. Until later, a Taoist priest named Chen Xianzun buried a bamboo pole deep in his tomb after inquiring about the cause of Yang Fu's death to stop the ghosts. Later, the custom of hanging bamboo poles in front of his doors on July 15th, which was later circulated in the local area, was also the origin of this.

In the Taoist circle, this allusion is called "Yang Fuweizhu". The theory refers to the "murder weapon" that no matter how difficult the evil ghosts are, as long as they are harmed by powerful weapons, they will most likely be afraid of killing themselves.

"You mean, the death of Zhao Jinzhou is related to this sword?" Zhang Guozhong frowned and shook his head like a rattle. "Impossible, absolutely impossible! Zhao Jinzhou died in the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty, and this long-lasting sword was cast by Zhu Di. There were two generations of emperors in between. Zhao Jinzhou's death could not 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 the 'Zhao Jinzhou'?" Old Liu frowned, "Why are you so sure that this rust iron lump must be the 'long-lasting sword' you mentioned?"

"This... this is obvious!" Zhang Guozhong was a little speechless when asked by Old Liu. "Otherwise, how could there be so many coincidences?"

"Well... Guozhong, we have to make a long-term plan for this matter. Also, don't be blindly optimistic. Is the thing in the cave afraid of this rust lump?..." As he was saying halfway, Old Liu frowned suddenly, "Guozhong, why are you cutting it with it?"

"I... just chopped the statue..." Zhang Guozhong was stunned, "What's wrong?"

"Look at this!" Old Liu took out a magnifying glass from his pocket, held the long-loving sword and came to the desk, turned on the iodine tungsten lamp specially used to study ancient goods, and the light in the house suddenly increased several times.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Guozhong hurriedly came to the front, wondering what new continent could Old Liu find from this broken iron lump.

"Look at this place..." Old Liu pointed at a dent on the blade.

"This jumped off when the statue was chopped down...what happened?" Zhang Guozhong was stunned.

"Do you see here?" Old Liu opened the drawer, took out a knife, and pried off a whole piece of rust about the size of a fingernail, a penny of steel, thin steel rust.

"This..." Zhang Guozhong couldn't believe his eyes. He saw that after Old Liu pried off a layer of rust, a flat metal texture was exposed under the rust. "Is there a layer inside?" To be honest, Zhang Guozhong had never heard of such a cast sword. There were two layers inside and outside, one layer outside was already rusted, and although the inner layer was a little rusted, it was at least visually intact.

"Come on! Come with me!" Old Liu picked up his sword and walked to the toilet, took a towel from the rope, then opened the door and left the house, wrapped the towel around the tip of the sword and held the sword inverted, and looked at the white marble Eight Immortals Stool that he usually used to play cards and chess at the door. He tried his best and slashed hard. In an instant, sparks shot out, and the long and wide rust skin pilibala fell all over the floor.

"Senior brother, it's almost done..." To put it bluntly, although it was a lump of iron that seemed to be rusted, it was also a famous "Changqing Sword" in history. Seeing Lao Liu's head "smashing" white marble jade with it so hard, Zhang Guozhong felt a little distressed. Stones are different from metals, with basically no toughness and ductility, just one word "hard", especially for stones like marble white marble jade, even for high-end goods like Juque Qixing, if you cut a few swords like this, the blade will basically be ruined.

"Yeah..." Old Liu picked up the sword and looked at it. He saw that the long love sword was thinner than before.

"Guozhong, go to the convenience store that turns around in front and buy me a bottle of orange juice*!" Old Liu pointed at the convenience store on the side of the building.

"Orange juice?" Zhang Guozhong thought he had heard it wrong.

"Yes! Orange juice and orange soda are fine!" Old Liu didn't raise his head and kept using his fingers to pick the remaining rust on the blade.

"Oh!" Zhang Guozhong quickly went to the convenience store to buy two bottles of orange soda. He saw that Lao Liu took the soda and poured it on the sword. Then he used a hand towel to stroke it from beginning to end. He saw that the sword flashed a slight cold light under the street light. Although there was still a little rust, its luster had even surpassed the ancient goods such as Juque Qixing, which had become old...

"This is fucking... incredible!" Zhang Guozhong couldn't believe his eyes after taking the cold sword from Old Liu's hand.

"Senior Brother, what do you think this is?" Just as he was about to play, Zhang Guozhong suddenly noticed that there was a line of seal characters engraved on the sword body. The characters were engraved relatively shallow, with both sides of the sword blade, and there was a circle of patterns around it. Because the street lights were dim and there was a little rust left in the sea in the texture of the engravings. For a moment, I didn't know whether these characters were decorated or deliberately engraved.

"Oh?" Old Liu took the sword and was stunned. He took out the reading glasses from his pocket. "It's too dark here, come! Come in! Enter the house!"

—————————————————————————

annotation*:
Chapter completed!