Click...... Layers of cinder-like rust were peeled off and piled up on the desk, and half an hour later, a short sword with a cold light showed its dusty figure.

This short sword is about forty centimeters long, two fingers wide, the middle ridge of the sword body is triangular, the two sides are slopes down, the shape is somewhat similar to the modern military bayonet, but the sword spine is slightly thicker, the sword body is one high and two low shapes, and there are two ancient Kai characters engraved on the sword body one inch near the swallow mouth, the word is a bit pictographic, but it is not recognizable by the ink in Xu Qing's stomach.

I don't know how many years the ancient sword that has been hidden for many years is still cold after peeling off the rust stains on the outside, the sword body is as cold as a puddle of secluded spring, holding the sword in hand, Xu Qing felt that the temperature in the room had dropped a few degrees in vain, and a layer of goosebumps appeared on his arm.

"Hey, hey! It's a good sword, you have to try something. Xu Qing laughed stupidly twice with a short sword in his hand, took out a marble paperweight from the drawer and grabbed it in his hand, then swung his sword and slashed it flat at the end of the paperweight.

Syllable! Xu Qing didn't feel the slightest resistance in the palm of the sword holding, as if the sword was crooked, but the sound of the stone hitting the ground was clearly audible, and when he looked down, a matchbox-sized paperweight fell under his feet.

The palm that held the hilt of the sword trembled with the heart, what a sharp short sword! Xu Qing felt that every cell in his body was completely excited, and a burning thought flashed in his mind: blow hair and break hair, sharpen iron like mud, no, we have to get a piece of iron to sharpen!

He held the sword in one hand, and began to rummage through the drawer with the other, muttering wildly: "Iron, iron, iron......" After rummaging through the iron, he did not find it, but found three steel hammers for one dollar, which were much harder than iron, and stacked the steel hammers together, put them on the small piece of marble paperweight on the floor, and gritted his teeth and swung his sword to chop them.

Click!

With the sword in his hand, Xu Qing felt a trace of resistance fleeting, and when he looked down, his heart beat faster in vain, and the three steel hammers had been cut into six petals, and the marble paperweight had been split in two......

Turning the blade upside down, it was said that it was a curled blade, and there was not even a collapse, Xu Qing laughed, began to laugh secretly, and then laughed, if it weren't for the good soundproofing of the room, I'm afraid that even the people downstairs could hear his crazy laughter.

Five thousand yuan to buy back a short sword that sharpens iron like clay, this leak can be picked up big, even if the sword body does not have dark cyan gas seeping out, it is definitely worth it.

After the excitement, Xu Qing carefully dug out the patina on the hilt of the sword with a carving knife, and then found a piece of emery paper to wipe it, the hilt felt a lot more comfortable in his hand, and he casually got an old piece of clothes to wrap the sword body, and only waited a few days to find a way to match a decent scabbard, this short sword will be surnamed Xu from today onwards.

Carefully put away the short sword, cleaned up the rusty debris on the desk, Xu Qing ran to the bathroom and took a shower with water, and then sat cross-legged on the □□ and began to practice Zhengyang Gong, and after coming into contact with the members of the Huaxia Martial Spirit today, he felt that he was more enthusiastic about practicing martial arts.

The next days are tense and ordinary, Xu Qing is to practice Zhengyang Gong diligently every day in addition to studying, and he will go to Xue's hometown every other day to eat, and now he can carve some ordinary small pendants, and often take his proud works to show off in front of Xue Lao, and rub a meal by the way.