However, here, the embroidered spring knife is so sad.

A room full of embroidered spring knives were all sealed with wax, which shows the dedication of the original maintainers.

What Goli is holding in his hand is a Yanling knife, one meter five long, which belongs to a two-handed knife, but unfortunately the sealing wax has long fallen off in the air, and the blade is seriously corroded.

He took a black embroidered spring knife from Goli's hand, the handle of the knife was gilded and silver, it was very gorgeous, and the scabbard was shark skin, and the weight was moderate.

Remove the sealing wax, Jin Feng shook his hands!

"Crotch!"

A crisp sound of gold and iron echoed in the huge cave for a long time.

The embroidered spring knife that has never appeared in the world has finally revealed its true face.

The blade is one meter two long, straight, thin, with a curved blade, weighing about five catties, and can be used with one hand.

Although hundreds of years have passed, there is still sealing wax, and the blade of the embroidered spring knife is still as bright as new.

With the knife in his hand, Jin Feng calmed down all of a sudden, concentrating, holding the embroidered spring knife in his hand, slashing out obliquely, with a hint of wind, he turned around, his body rose in the air, and he stabbed straight with a single knife.

Fall firmly to the ground and slash with your backhand!

The Yanling knife in Goli's hand was suddenly cut in two.

And the embroidered spring knife only collapsed a gap.

Jin Feng shook his head, a little dissatisfied. The cold weapons in the early Ming Dynasty were also quite good, and the power of the famous embroidered spring knife was only so, which disappointed Jin Feng very much.

Goli doesn't think so.

can cut off all your Yanling knives with one sword, it is definitely a treasure knife.

After reading the other swords and Jin Feng one by one, each has its own merits.

These were all swords and cold weapons in the early Ming Dynasty. The Royal Saber belongs to the Mo Knife series and has a long grip, but now most of these Royal Sabers are only the blade, and the wooden handle has long since decayed over time.

The blade of the Yanling knife is very thin and belongs to the two-handed knife series, and the blade arc is very long, which is easy to pierce.

There is not much difference between the lancet and the goose knife, and it is the lancet that begins to bend at the base of the blade.

The seal is intact, and the blade is still shiny when it is pulled out.

The rest are spears, hand knives, short knives and other weapons used in the early Ming army, and more than half of them have rusted.

These are all good things!

Not to mention other weapons, just the dozens of gilded and silver-decorated embroidered spring knives are worth a fortune.

Once it appears in China, it is not allowed to break the head of the robbery.

However, Jin Feng will not let these people have a chance to rob them.

These things are all their own.

Throwing Goli a cigarette and instructing, Jin Feng prepared to head towards the big palace.

At this moment, the Seventh Ancestor came to Jin Feng's side with a cold face, holding a salted fish in his hand, and said with a strange smile.

"Brother, do you want to taste the salted fish that is more than 600 years old?"

This kid took the initiative to ask Ying to tidy up the building just now, but found that it turned out to be a kitchen.

The contents of it have long since turned to ashes, and of course, many of them have been preserved intact.

The dried salted fish in your hand is one of them.

"Belch, brother, don't dislike it, this is a six-hundred-year-old dried salted fish, and ordinary people can't eat it. ”

"It's an antique, an antique......"

Calling antiques in his mouth, he chased Jin Feng with dried salted fish in his hand, and when he arrived at Yang Congcong's side, the Seventh Ancestor suddenly stopped.

The brush sent the dried salted fish to Yang Congcong, and the man shouted: "Hey, Da Hei, this is my brother's reward for you." ”

When Yang Congcong heard that it was rewarded by Jin Feng, he took a big bite without saying a word, chewing it with a click, full of sweet taste.

"Delicious, delicious!"

"Thank you to the owner. ”

"The boss is generous, one hundred and eight mothers-in-law. ”

Yang Congcong's chewing sweet appearance made a few Xieling wrestlers next to him interested.

They came over and tore some fish and stuffed them in their mouths, and they couldn't stop applauding.

The Seventh Ancestor sizzled, watching a few people eat so with relish, and subconsciously licked their mouths.

It's not scientific.

How can 600 years of salted dried fish still be so fragrant?

It's a strange day!

Unconvinced and curious, the Seventh Ancestor hesitated and stepped forward to tear a small piece of dried salted fish, took a small bite gently, and suddenly looked moved.

"Is there anything else? ”

Faced with the inquiry of the wooden man Yang Congcong, the Seventh Ancestor drank with a straight face, threw Yang Congcong a pack of cigarettes, and quietly turned around and slipped back to the kitchen.

Halfway through, the Seventh Ancestor was suddenly seduced by a strange smell, and when he came to the Sixth Uncle, he looked directly at a few earthy blue blankets on the ground.

"Uncle Six, this ...... What is this?"

The jars were covered with thick mud seals, two of which had been broken, and the smell came from these jars.

The sixth uncle turned his head slowly, and that look suddenly made the seventh ancestor take two steps back in fright.

I saw that the sixth uncle's face was flushed, as red as a ripe apple, and he shouted indistinctly: "Wine sprinkle!"

"Good wine!"

The Seventh Ancestor's eyes were bulging out at that time!

The body is excited!

Fuck me!

600 years of wine!

600 years of wine!

Fuck me!

Immediately, the seventh ancestor threw aside the six-hundred-year-old dried salted fish, searched for it for a while, kept groping with his hands on his body, and finally simply picked up the wine jar and drank a big sip.

"Poof!"

The Seventh Ancestor spit out the wine vigorously, and his face was pale.

What kind of wine is this, it's completely a drink that is not as good as fruit wine.

At this time, the sixth uncle laughed and handed the seventh ancestor a blue and white bowl like a trick.

The wine in the big bowl was actually amber.

"This is the wine, the one you drink...... It has already volatilized. ”

The Seventh Ancestor sniffed hard, and immediately frowned.

Quickly took it and tasted it carefully, his expression was moved, and he quickly took two more sips.

The taste is so refreshing, there is no feeling at all in the throat, and when it reaches the body, the limbs are so soft that they fly.

"Hiccup!"

The Seventh Ancestor drank two bowls in a row, burped a long wine, and blossomed with joy.

This Nima is a six-hundred-year-old wine, a peerless treasure that can't be bought with money......

Young Master, I'm ...... He is also a man who has drunk wine for 600 years.

Forced ......

It's sky-high!

The sixth uncle in front of him became a figure, and his speech was like a slow-motion replay, and the whole cave was blurred.

The Seventh Ancestor screamed, fell to the ground, and died drunk.

The fact that the two of them were secretly drinking six-hundred-year-old wine really didn't have anyone around them, and Jin Feng had already arrived in the largest palace at this time.

To Jin Feng's surprise, the furnishings in the palace were very simple, even simple.

There is a bed in the northwest direction, the style is very ordinary, there is no pattern of carving dragons and phoenixes, but it is simple and ordinary, without any outstanding place.

The drapery on the bed had long since turned into thin black strips.

On the left there are more than a dozen wooden chests, all made of precious wood.

The terrain here is high, the air is dry, and there is not a trace of deformation in this wooden box, except for being covered with thick dust.

On the south side is a large desk and two chairs, all of which are very simple.

Next to the desk was a black collapse, on which the outline of a chess piece could be faintly seen.

Nothing else.

Under the strong light, there was a dead silence in the palace, and the swishing cold wind blew, silently bringing up thousands of dust, and it was sad and cold.

After a quick look, Jin Feng pulled up and went to the desk on the south side first.

The four treasures of the study above are all top-notch goods, and there are several pens on hold, all of which are super rare and superb.

One is a squatting pure gold tiger pen rest, one is red coral, one is rhinoceros horn, and the last one is the Song Dynasty's Geyao Wujia Mountain.

Each one of them is the best of the best.

There are several pieces of paperweight, a mutton fat jade dragon model, an ivory carving more than a foot long, and a rare crystal paperweight.

There are also four or five inkstones, each of which is the best, and two of them are white-ended inkstones, which are completely beyond Jin Feng's expectations.

These two white inkstones are engraved with cloud dragon patterns, and there is a dragon's eye in the middle of the inkstone, which is an extremely rare dragon's eye inkstone, and it is a cloud dragon pattern, and the origin is naturally clear at a glance.

Judging from the carving technique and momentum of the dragon, there is no one else except Zhu Yuanzhang.

The other side is wrapped in rosewood, and the inkstone has a special shape, with nine live longans on it.

But if there is a dragon's eye on the inkstone, it must be worth twice as much, and there are nine dragon's eyes on this inkstone, and the value cannot be calculated with money.

However, this is not the special feature of this inkstone.

The most special thing is the inscription on this inkstone.

Bonghwa!

The word Fenghua alone was enough to shock Jin Feng on the spot.

Fenghua money!

It only appears in the Ru kiln, which was ordered by Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty to be fired at all costs.

And this Duan inkstone turned out to be Fenghua, you can know who made this Duan inkstone, and how high the value is, I dare not imagine it.

Jin Feng, who had seen countless inkstones with names in the squares, was already a little numb, but he still packed these two white inkstones into his bag as soon as possible.

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