Chapter 217: Sticks Send Money

Xu Qing carried the hemp bag upstairs into his room, and took out the old silver Buddha statue to look over.

This is a seated statue of Sakyamuni, the whole body is cast with old silver, as if there is no trace of assembly under the flip, but with the perspective of the eye to scan the face but found that the Buddha statue chest behind the swastika lingering golden light, how can not see through.

Xu Qing pulled out the Long Yuan short sword and slowly slashed the back of the Buddha statue, the tip of the sword sank in vain, this thing was really hollow, and then he drew an inverted triangle along the incision, and then picked out a piece of old silver, and there was a pitch-black object inside.

I put the Buddha statue on the table and tapped it twice, and two black beads fell out, and there was a small circular hole in the middle, like a place for threading ropes. Are these two beads the ancient warrior Neidan? Xu Qing couldn't bear it in his heart, so he simply put them away and filled the triangular old silver back in its place.

A thought suddenly flashed through my mind, if I made these two beads together with the purple crystals I got yesterday and hung them around my neck, maybe it would be more convenient to absorb the gas in the future.

Xu Qing remembered that there was a black box in the sack and something was hidden in the mezzanine, so he hurriedly took out the box and put it on the table, first took out the silver scimitar inside and played with it, and found that this thing was quite finely made, and some special treatment was used at the cutting edge, which was in a zigzag shape and extremely sharp, although it was far less than the Longyuan sword, it was also a rare weapon.

If this scimitar is really an old object, the casting process and the two rubies on the handle alone are worth a lot. And Xu Qing attaches more importance to the portrait in the mezzanine of the box.

With the Long Yuan short sword, the wooden box was cut open smoothly, and the portrait inside was not damaged at all. Xu Qing carefully uncovered the oil paper bag and unfolded the portrait, only to find that it was a picture of a general dancing a sword, purely an ink pen drawing, but the military generals on the portrait looked lifelike, there seemed to be a faint sadness between the eyebrows, and the sword in his hand swept out, and even the leaves on the treetops not far away seemed to flutter with the sword, a vivid ancient painting.

Although Xu Qing said that he didn't understand calligraphy and painting, he still had at least his eyes, just looking at the demeanor of the characters in the painting, he knew that this painting must be extraordinary, and when the time came, he had to ask the old man surnamed Wu to judge it, and there was a payment under this painting.

Thinking of this, he felt a little thirsty, grabbed the teacup on the table and ran to the water dispenser to pour a glass of mineral water.

Xu Qing was stunned for a moment, and quickly reached out to take a roll of paper towels from the bedside, and was about to suck up the water on the painting, just when he put the paper towel in front of the ancient painting, his hand suddenly froze in the air, his eyes looked at the ancient painting on the table, and his mouth began to slowly widen.

The generals in the painting moved, the long sword in his hand danced like a swimming dragon, splitting, picking, sweeping, and stabbing in one go, just as described in Du Fu's poem, Huo Ruyi shot nine sunsets, like a group of emperors and dragons; Come like thunder to restrain anger, and let it be like the river and sea condensing the light.

After dancing for a while, the military general suddenly threw the long sword in his hand into the air, and suddenly stretched out the scabbard, the long sword returned to the sea like a silver dragon, and fell into the sheath impartially.

Xu Qing held the tissue roll and looked at the ancient paintings on the table with a dull expression, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, and he immediately poured another glass of water and sprinkled it lightly on the scroll.