Xiliang Iron Cavalry

After Wei Guan finished speaking, without waiting for any reaction from Jia Rong, he snatched the Qingzhi sword from Jia Rong's hand and checked it repeatedly, for fear that Jia Rong might damage the sword when he swung it just now. sheath, and hugged her tightly in her arms.

To be honest, Jia Rong likes this sword very much. The Qingzhi sword is also very famous in history. Cao Cao has two swords, one is Yitian and the other is Qingzhi. The sword was given to Xia Houen for carrying. In the Battle of Changbanpo, the Qingzhi sword was captured by Shu general Zhao Yun. It is said that this sword cuts iron like mud and is extremely sharp.

Unexpectedly, this sword was actually in Hedong Wei's house, and he was lucky enough to witness it.

Jia Rong looked helplessly at the sword in Wei Guan's arms, just staring at it helplessly.

The picture freezes here in such a strange way, one person is holding a sword tightly in his arms, while the other person is looking at the sword in that person's arms without blinking; the eyes seem to be A criminal who hadn't touched a woman for several years suddenly saw a beautiful woman standing in front of him naked.

It was Jia Rong who took the lead to break the quiet situation, and said: "I said, Patriarch Wei, it is useless for you to hold this sword now. The Wei family is in business now, and there are no martial arts practitioners. The sword is placed here with you. It will bury its reputation in vain, if you don't give it to me, I will use it to capture the flag on the battlefield in the future, and let the world see the power of the Wei family's sword." After Jia Rong finished speaking, he kept looking at Wei. Filled face.

Looking at Wei Guan's ever-changing face, Jia Rong continued to persuade: "Don't worry, Patriarch, I won't take possession of this sword, I just borrowed it, and when the world is peaceful and the country is safe and the people are safe, I will come to the Patriarch personally and return it to the Patriarch. "

Wei Guan thought about it, his eyes flickered as if he was thinking about something, and finally said to Jia Rong who looked expectant, "It still doesn't work." After speaking, he looked at Jia Rong with an apologetic expression.

Jia Rong rolled his eyes angrily, feeling that he wasted so much tongue in vain, and failed to convince this old vixen. As the owner of such a big family as the Wei family, Wei Guan must not be so easy to fool; He is so old that he can take away the ancestral sword of the Wei family for nothing just because he is the savior of others.

The Wei family has been in business for generations, and businessmen value profit the most. The prosperity of the world is for profit, and the world is for profit. In an instant, Jia Rong found that money is so cute. If he had a few million taels of gold, he would give it to Wei Guan, this sword must be in his hands, there is no need to talk like Fei.

Seeing Jia Rong staring intently at the sword in his arms, Wei Guan scolded himself for being confused, why he took Jia Rong to see some ancestral sword, it really caused trouble for him, and he looked remorseful.

But Wei Guan didn't want Jia Rong to be in trouble, Jia Rong was his savior, if it was for other things, he would have agreed to it long ago, but this is an ancestral sword, and he took a lot of effort to get it. Certainly not to Jia Rong.

Wei Guan comforted Jia Rong and said: "Zhiyuan need not be sad, this sword is an ancestral thing, even if I am the head of the family, I can't make the decision to give the sword to Zhiyuan, otherwise I will be reviled by the whole family, and it will be bought by Wanjin. I won't sell it either; in fact, in my heart, I want to give the sword to a hero like Zhiyuan, the so-called sword matches a hero." After finishing speaking, Wei Guan's face flashed regret.

Jia Rong didn't know whether what Wei Guan said was true or not, and he didn't have the time to think about it. He only thought about how he could get the Qingzhi Sword; As long as there is enough money, it is up to Wei Guan not to sell it.

Suddenly, Jia Rong thought of money. Yes, he was rich, but he didn’t know how much money in his era was worth in the Eastern Han Dynasty.

After thinking over and over again, Jia Rong stretched his hand into the innermost pocket of his clothes that was sewn with needles without any trace, and with a little force, he tore the pocket open, and then Jia Rong casually pulled out a pocket from inside.

Jia Rong looked at the banknotes in his hand, hey, ten yuan, what Jia Rong usually likes most is those brand new banknotes, these banknotes are still so brand new after they have been in Jia Rong’s pocket for so long, Jia Rong casually tossed them from his hand The banknotes made a rattling sound, awakening Wei Guan who was thinking wildly, and looked at himself in confusion.

Jia Rong shook the ten-yuan RMB in his hand, and said to Wei Guan with a blushing old face: "Master Wei, I have seen the family heirlooms of the Wei family, and let you see my family heirlooms; to be honest, I I don't know the value of this thing, the owner of the family has been in business for generations, so he must be able to see how much this thing is worth."

After hearing Jia Rong's words, Wei Guan immediately became interested, and gently put the sword in his arms into the vermilion lacquer box, closed the box; then he walked quickly to Jia Rong, and took the sword from Jia Rong's hand The ten yuan RMB is carefully studied.

On the front of the ten yuan RMB is the head portrait of Chairman Mao. Naturally, Wei Guan does not know who Chairman Mao is. On the back is the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River.

Wei Guan was stunned for a moment, and regardless of whether others recognize the characters and scenery on the banknotes, Wei Guan has never seen such a perfect painting. What's even more peculiar is that on the paper less than the size of a palm, the paintbrush of unknown color makes the whole painting very colorful, and the human skin is so real, and a gentle touch can make people Feeling the unevenness coming from the painting, Wei Guan was shocked just by taking a look.

Seeing Wei Guan's eyes flashing the look of stroking Qingzhi's sword before, Jia Rong was secretly delighted.

Jia Rong coughed lightly, interrupted Wei Guan's movement, and then pretended to be righteous and said: "If the owner of the Wei family is not generous, willing to take out the sword for me to watch, I will definitely not take this painting. out."

"To tell you the truth, my family heirloom is said to have been given by an immortal." Jia Rong continued.

In line with the phalanx of deceiving the dead and not paying for their lives, Jia Rong sorted out his thoughts and said to the expectant Wei Guan: "My ancestor was a hunter. One day, when my ancestor was hunting in the mountains, he met an injured The old man, the ancestors were merciful, took the old man home to heal his wounds, and took care of him day and night until the old man recovered, which lasted more than a month."

After the old man recovered from his injuries, he said to his ancestors: "To tell you the truth, I am an immortal in the sky. I was seriously injured just because I was fighting with others, and I didn't want to be plotted by others. Thank you for saving me and taking care of me day and night. I am very grateful. "

The ancestor saw that the old man he had rescued in the mountain was standing gracefully in the sky, and immediately knelt down reverently.

The immortal looked at the ancestor who was kneeling below, and said with a regretful expression: "You are my savior. I originally planned to accept you as a disciple and pass on your immortal skills, but your aptitude is too poor; I want to leave, and I will give you a treasure to repay the kindness of that day." After speaking, the immortal floated away to the nine heavens.

It wasn't until the immortal left for a long time that the ancestor came over in shock and looked at a painting in his hand that was no bigger than a palm.

Therefore, this painting has been passed down from generation to generation, and it has been passed down to me.

Jia Rong's language was not surprising and he kept telling such a weird story.

But Wei Guan still believed it. The ancients were superstitious and believed in the theory of ghosts and gods. Otherwise, those emperors would not use the name of some gods to say that they were ordered by heaven; when Wei Guan heard that the painting in his hand was actually Immediately, the gift from the immortal stopped his stroking hands, and stood there respectfully, holding the ten-yuan RMB in both hands, and almost knelt down for it.

Wei Guan looked at Jia Rong bitterly and said, "Why didn't you say earlier that I will be punished if I caress the fairy like that and desecrate it." After finishing speaking, he looked at Jia Rong with a reproachful expression. .

Wei Guan forgot, just now Jia Rong was still holding the so-called fairy thing and kept shaking it; it was Wei Guan who heard that it was a thing of the fairy family, and he was so shrewd that he didn't think of this layer for a while.

Jia Rong said to Wei Guan who was stunned and panicked, "Patriarch Wei, I wonder how much this ancestral treasure of mine is worth?"

Hearing Jia Rong's words, Wei Guan woke up from the stunned just now, thought for a while and said: "Since it is a fairy's thing, it is a priceless treasure; this painting is exquisitely crafted and the brushwork is ingenious. This alone is invaluable." How can my treasures be measured by money."

The joy in Jia Rong's heart, he didn't expect that the piece of renminbi he took out with a sudden idea, and after his own flickering, would confuse the old fox Jing Wei Guan.

Jia Rong walked up to Wei Guan, took the ten-yuan RMB from Wei Guan's hand, and said, "It's a priceless treasure!" After speaking, he looked greedy.

Wei Guan stared at the renminbi in Jia Rong's hand, seeing that Jia Rong was holding it in his hand so casually, he couldn't help scolding softly: "How can you hold it in your hand so casually, the things of immortals."

Seeing that Wei Guan attached great importance to the ten yuan, Jia Rong realized that the opportunity had come, and immediately changed his face, and said with a regretful look: "The ancestral fairy thing, pity that I am a member of the army. Ri will die on the battlefield, shrouded in horse leather, I am a small person when I die, but it is a great crime to lose this fairy thing." After finishing speaking, Jia Rong kept sighing.

After hearing Jia Rong's words, Wei Guan was overjoyed. Who would want to get something from a fairy, whether it is from a fairy family or not, this painting is also a work of art. He didn't expect Jia Rong to say that, and immediately thought that this was his chance. , Advised: "Zhiyuan, if you trust me, Wei Guan, then entrust this ancestral fairy to me for safekeeping, and when Zhiyuan comes to ask for it in the future, I will definitely return it."

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