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Chapter 17 Scabbard
"Does Jiang still know how to dance the sword?" Poet He was very interested, "If you can really dance a bit, Fourth Uncle, I will use the piano to help you get along."

He turned and said to his servants, "Go and fetch my lyre."

The little boy responded quickly, trotting all the way back to his room, and hugged his favorite Jiaoweiqin.

Taking the qin from Xiaotong, he lifted up his robe, sat cross-legged on the ground, put the qin between his knees, and asked, "What song do you want to accompany?"

He Ling Jiang smiled lightly: "Fourth Uncle is whatever you want."

Poet He thought for a while, raised his left hand slightly, and plucked the strings with his fingertips, and the clear and gentle sound of the piano slowly leaked out, as if a mountain stream was flowing freely in the forest.

He Lingjiang, who was on the side, held a sword flower and moved with a slight movement of his toes.

At that moment, her whole body became agile, and she walked between square inches with her sword in hand.

I saw the shadow of the sword flashed, the silver light was shining, and the posture was spinning, like a flying dragon, like a dragon.

The clear stream is gurgling, and the wind blows in the forest.

The sound of the piano suddenly became agitated, like a burst of pine waves.

She soared up, and her sword stance also became a bit sharper. The sword energy was like a rainbow, born from the heart, and moved from the body, just like a flying dragon soaring in the nine heavens.

After landing, his feet turned sharply, and the tip of the sword spun out, again like a phoenix roaring from a high hill.

Before she knew it, the song was about to come to an end, only the reverberation curled around the beam, her movements gradually slowed down, and then she stopped to withdraw her sword, just like the clear light of the river.

"Okay!" Poet He couldn't help but high-five and praise, "As expected of my He Family girl!"

He Ling Jiang Wenyan just smiled, then retracted the sword, and handed the sword to Qingzhu beside him.

Poet He put down the qin, walked quickly to her and asked, "Dang Jiang is really dancing the sword for the first time?"

He Lingjiang smiled: "Really."

This was indeed her first sword dance.

You must know that in the past, when she carried her sword, it was used to kill people but not enemies.

Poet He gave her a thumbs up: "I never thought that you are so talented in this way. Just thinking about it in private can make many swordsmen fall behind and bow their heads in shame."

Qingzhu on the side sighed silently: Qi Niangzi's talent is really amazing.

Learning to paint can become the No. 1 in Linchuan, and now learning to draw talismans and dance swords is much better than others. I can't blame Qin Niangzi for being so confident.

"Fourth uncle is very praised, your piano skills are really superb."

He Lingjiang thought, his piano skills have indeed reached the level of perfection and freedom.

This man should not be called a poet, but a harpist.

She turned to smile and said, "Now, Fourth Uncle, don't worry, I'll bury this lightsaber again, right?"

Poet He laughed: "It's yours, it's yours! This time back, you're much more fun than before, and you don't always think about your boring paintings and calligraphy."

He Lingjiang smiled lightly and said, "Everyone has their own preferences. As long as it's what you like, there's no point in talking about it. It's a pleasure to sit down every day even if you want to."

"It's just that people are also fickle. I used to be good at painting, but I may like other things in the future. I can't say for sure. Just do what you want and do what you want."

"It's a good one to do what you want and do what you want." Poet He stroked his palms, "I didn't realize it before, you girl has such an appetite for me."

He thought it was interesting, so he followed He Lingjiang to her yard to see what she was thinking about recently.

He Ling Jiang Qi said: "Fourth uncle only returned to the house today, right? I just saw you going to your father's courtyard, but you want to see him?"

Poet He just slapped his forehead: "I was patronizing and betting, but I almost forgot about it."

He wandered abroad for more than half a year, and only returned to the mansion near the end of the year. I don't know how the eldest brother would nag him.

He put away the piano and said, "Then I'll see you later. I'll give you the things I just lost to you."

"Not urgent."

He Lingjiang watched him hurriedly go to He Xiangshan Courtyard, looking at his brocade robe covered with dust and footprints, and thought: I forgot to remind him to change into his robe and go.

If my father heard that he had deceived him so much, he would have to nag a few words.

However, when I think of the fact that I went out of the house today, and I have gained so much, those nagging are nothing.

She took the lightsaber, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt happy, and then she looked at the big umbrella in Aman's hand. The handle was thick, but it matched the width of the scabbard. .

Back in the courtyard, He Lingjiang ordered a skilled craftsman to come over.

An old man in his [-]s and [-]s followed Qingzhu into the hall, leaned over and said, "I wonder what the seventh lady has ordered?"

He Lingjiang took out the Hanlight sword, pulled out the body of the sword, and placed it in front of the old craftsman.

The old craftsman was puzzled: "What does this mean?"

She then asked Ah Man to fetch the big umbrella that she had specially made from someone, opened the handle, and turned the umbrella slightly.

The ribs of the umbrella are made of extremely tough Nanzhu. The 24-rib umbrella surface is paved with fire cloth that is not afraid of fire and has excellent heat insulation. Then it is boiled with natural tung oil and applied to the umbrella surface, which looks simple and simple. Thick, strong and durable.

Five-color velvet threads are worn between the ribs, adding a bit of exquisite beauty.

This umbrella is really well made.

He Lingjiang handed the big umbrella in his hand to the old craftsman and said, "I think the width of the sword is less than two fingers, but it matches the handle of the umbrella. I wonder if there is a way to embed the body of the sword in the handle?"

"Qi Niangzi said that the umbrella handle is the sheath?"

He Ling Jiang nodded: "Exactly."

The old craftsman took the Hanlight sword and saw that the sword had the color of autumn frost hidden in it.

Looking at the handle of the big umbrella, it was about as thick as two fingers.

He compared the two carefully, and seeing that the blade was indeed narrower than the handle of the umbrella, he was somewhat confident.

"It's not impossible to use the umbrella handle as the sheath, but on the premise of not destroying the original structure of this big umbrella, we need to think more."

The old craftsman asked, "Do you still need to use Qi Niangzi?"

"nature."

She didn't want this lightsaber for collection.

The old craftsman said: "When inserting the sword into the handle of the umbrella, in addition to being able to insert it, it is also necessary to pay attention to the smoothness of unsheathing and unsheathing. If a good sword has a good sheath, this umbrella handle needs to be re-polished. "

"That's all I'll bother you. If you need anything else, just tell me. If you do it well, you will be rewarded."

The old craftsman bowed.

In order to make it easier for the old craftsman to polish, He Lingjiang gave him the lightsaber and the big umbrella to bring back, and sent someone to send him out of the house.

But two days later, the old craftsman brought the umbrella over.

The umbrella was closed, and He Lingjiang opened the big umbrella. The handle of the umbrella was the same as before, except that the handshake at the end was slightly thicker.

After polishing, the best left green bamboo becomes smooth and flat, carved into a handy shape, with a circle of moiré embossed on it, which looks a bit elegant.

There was also a mechanism at the end of the umbrella handle. She pressed it down, and the hidden lightsaber popped out in response, and she pulled the whole sword out with a single movement of her hand.

The hilt is the handle of the umbrella handle, which is really clever.

The gap in the umbrella handle is the scabbard, and the scabbard mouth is slightly wider. If you look closely, you can find that the middle is polished more smoothly and delicately.

He Lingjiang held a sword flower in his hand, and then put the sword body into the umbrella handle, and the sheath was smooth and smooth, only to hear a light "click", and the sword body was firmly buckled in the sword handle.

She nodded in satisfaction.

Holding an umbrella can cover the sun and the moon, and drawing a sword can slay evil spirits.So, very good.

(End of this chapter)