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Zhuang Rui in his sleep seemed to have returned to the desert, trekking in the scorching sun, his lips were dry and about to crack, and he couldn't help moaning: "Thirst, thirst kills me......"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuang Rui felt a little moist on the side of his mouth, and couldn't help but stretch out his hands, pick up a bowl of water handed to his mouth, and pour it all down his stomach with a lift of his neck. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Huh? You...... Who are you?"

Smacked his mouth, Zhuang Rui opened his eyes, but a little girl was squatting beside him, frowning and looking at Zhuang Rui with smart eyes.

"My name is Uyun Kikige, and Battle is my eldest brother, so you won my eldest brother?"

The little girl was only fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing Mongolian costumes, with a lot of pigtails on her head, and a faint plateau red on her face.

Wuyun Qiqige has been observing Zhuang Rui for a long time, why can't he see where this mainlander looks like a hero, how can he win his invincible big brother?

However, early in the morning, many brothers and uncles came to visit Zhuang Rui, and the father also repeatedly explained that she should take good care of Zhuang Rui, who is the most distinguished guest in the family.

So although the little girl was very dissatisfied with Zhuang Rui, she still dutifully stayed by Zhuang Rui's side.

Zhuang Rui shook his head and propped up his body with his hands, how could he not associate the five big and three thick Battle with the smart little girl in front of him, this gene is completely different.

"Where's Big Brother Battle? We didn't win yesterday, he didn't lose, I didn't win......"

After sobering up, Zhuang Rui regained his usual humility, and he also knew that he was drunk high yesterday, but after getting drunk, Zhuang Rui only felt that his brain was inexplicably sober.

For a period of time, Zhuang Rui has been carrying out high-intensity work, although physical fatigue can be recovered by aura, but mental fatigue cannot be adjusted.

"I'll just say, you won't be able to win big brother, big brother is still sleeping......"

After Wuyun Qiqige heard Zhuang Rui's words, a smile appeared on his face, but when answering Zhuang Rui's question, his voice became smaller again, at least Zhuang Rui is awake now and the eldest brother is not awake, this fight is considered to have been lost.

Zhuang Rui stood up and said, "Let's go, go see your eldest brother ......"

"Brother Zhuang, are you awake?"

Just as Zhuang Rui had just lifted the curtain of the yurt, two or three people came over.

"Brother Timur, I'm already up......"

Zhuang Rui saw that the person in the lead was Timur, the second good man in this gathering place, but he was also the defeated of his own subordinates yesterday, Peng Fei followed behind him, and suddenly squeezed his eyes as if he was himself.

"Stinky boy, what the hell are you doing?"

Zhuang Rui didn't know what Peng Fei meant, so he looked at Timur and said, "Brother Timur, go and sit inside......

Let the guests stand at the door, that is not the etiquette of hospitality, although this yurt is not his own territory, but Zhuang Rui always has to let go.

"No need, let's just sit outside, I brought milk tea and ...... to eat"

Timur shook his head and raised the things in his hand, Zhuang Rui found that he was carrying a pot of milk tea and food in his left hand, but in his right hand he was holding a long object wrapped in cloth.

"Brother Timur, you sit down first, I'll wash up......"

Zhuang Rui saw that Wuyun Qiqige took a piece of oilcloth and spread it on the grass in front of the yurt, and hurriedly washed his face in the basin in the yurt with a towel.

After sitting down, Timur poured a bowl of milk tea for Zhuang Rui, presented it to Zhuang Rui with both hands, and said: "Brother Zhuang, you are good, I Timur admires the hero the most, from now on, you are my good brother......"

"Hehe, Brother Timur, I also have a few pounds of stupid strength, if I compare to others, I am not as good as you......"

Zhuang Rui took the milk tea with a smile, this is the fresh goat's milk squeezed in the morning, and it still has a fishy smell, but Zhuang Rui still pinched his nose and drank it, which is also a local custom.

"If you win, you win, and I'm not as good as you ...... Timur than your strength."

Timur, an upright man, shook his head, he lost a little inexplicably at the beginning, but after seeing Zhuang Rui win Battelle by an overwhelming margin, he knew the gap between himself and Zhuang Rui.

After eating something simply, Timur suddenly picked up the thing wrapped in cloth, put it in front of Zhuang Rui, and said solemnly: "Brother Zhuang, this is the lottery I lost to you yesterday, please put it away......"

"Huh, did we bet yesterday?"

Zhuang Rui couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Timur's actions, he was drunk yesterday, where did he remember that he had made a bet with Timur?

"Yes, Brother Zhuang, you win, this thing is yours......"

Timur nodded heavily and pushed the package in front of Zhuang Rui, but his eyes were full of reluctance.

Zhuang Rui saw the reluctance in Timur's eyes, and immediately laughed, pushed the package back in front of Timur, and said: "Hehe, Brother Timur, it was a joke yesterday, it shouldn't be true, you better take it back......

Although the cloth wrapped around the outside was not opened, Zhuang Rui could see from the shape of this object that it should be a sword-like object.

And seeing Timur's solemn appearance, it is estimated that it is something from his family, no matter what the value of the sword itself is, Zhuang Rui does not want to take away people's favor.

"What? Take it back, Brother Zhuang, what kind of person are you and my Timur? Are you a villain who doesn't believe in his word?"

It's just that Zhuang Rui didn't expect that as soon as he said this, Timur, who was sitting cross-legged opposite him, was furious, and stood up with his legs.

"If you lose, you lose, we Mongolian men won't pay their bills, if you don't want it, just throw it away......"

Timur seemed to feel ashamed, and after saying this, he turned his head and left, Zhuang Rui hurriedly got up and grabbed him, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Timur, can't I accept it?"

Zhuang Rui had heard of forcing others to become prostitutes, but it was the first time he had seen the matter of forcing others to accept gambling debts, but as soon as the words came out, he didn't regret it, and reached out to pick up the package on the grass.

"Damascus knife?" Zhuang Rui couldn't help but exclaim after the layers of cloth.

Because of the relationship between Huang Fuyun, Zhuang Rui also has some understanding of the world's swords, and the Damascus knife he just said is made of Uzi steel ingots, and the knife with a casting pattern on the surface is one of the three famous knives in the world.

The one in Zhuang Rui's hand is the most common scimitar shape of Damascus knives, which is made of Uzi steel, and is covered with various patterns on the knife body.

Zhuang Rui knew that this pattern was formed in casting, and the pattern could make the blade microscopically form a sawtooth that could not be distinguished by the naked eye, making the sword sharper.

The handle of the knife is inlaid with more than a dozen turquoise and rubies the size of rice grains and soybeans, and the knife body also adopts enamel, gold and silver staggered silk and other techniques.

Holding this murderous weapon in his hand, it was like a delicate handicraft, raising the knife and looking at the sunlight above his head, Zhuang Rui suddenly found that its veins were like silk textures, and the luster was abnormal.

"Brother Zhuang, what is this knife called? Our family has been left for many lifetimes, and I really don't know what it is called...... Timur on the side showed a sincere smile on his face.

"Brother Timur, are you crazy? This is something that has been passed down from generation to generation in your family, how can you just give it away?"

When Zhuang Rui was sighing at the ingenuity of this knife, the dark cloud Qiqige on the side was full of shock, you know, usually Timur hides this knife deeply, and it is difficult for ordinary people to take a look.

Timur shook his head and said, "A good knife must be used by a good man, Qiqige, this knife is the most worthy of Brother Zhuang's ......."

"Stupid Timur, whatever you do, the heirlooms have been given away by you......"

When Wuyun Qiqige saw Timur's appearance, she knew that he had made up her mind, so she stomped her feet, turned and trotted away, she wanted to find Battle to reprimand Timur, she knew that this big man had always listened to his eldest brother the most.

"Good knife ......"

Zhuang Rui stretched out his index finger and flicked it on the blade, and the full moon scimitar suddenly made a crisp sound.

However, Zhuang Rui's brows furrowed, and he looked at Timur and said, "Brother Timur, you said that this knife was handed down from your ancestors?"

Timur scratched his head and said: "Yes, I heard from my ancestors that this sword was given by the emperor when my ancestors followed the Mongol ancestors to fight in the south and the north, and I don't know if it's true or not......."

"Huh, could this be the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty Uzi steel knife?"

Zhuang Rui suddenly remembered a piece of history, in 1219, the Mongols launched three western expeditions that made the world tremble, and destroyed countless countries along the way.

In 1260, Genghis Khan's grandson Hulegu captured Damascus, Syria, when Hulegu captured a large number of craftsmen in addition to the massacre, the Yuan Dynasty government Ministry of Industry under the "Iron Bureau", specializing in the smelting of iron, so the production capacity of the Yuan Dynasty Uzi steel sword should be the highest.

However, because of their exquisite production, most of these swords were used by the Mongolian nobles as gifts and collections, and unfortunately, few of these self-produced Uzi steel knives have survived to this day.

"If this is seen by Huangfu Yun, it is estimated that he will have to grab it if he thinks about it, right?"

Holding this heavy treasure knife, Zhuang Rui felt a little embarrassed, should he accept it or not?

Zhuang Rui can see that this thing is definitely Timur's heirloom, and its market value is at least more than 500,000 RMB.

"Brother Timur, do you know how much this knife is worth?"

Zhuang Rui estimated that Timur did not know the actual value of this treasure knife, but he would never accept this knife with a clear conscience.