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"Little brother, what do you think of the teahouse in front?" Out of the gate of the antique city, the old man pointed to the teahouse opposite and said.

"Looks good, you can always call the shots." Liu Sheng glanced at the teahouse of the antique building opposite, and was a little distracted.

In the blink of an eye, almost four years have passed, and the ignorant young man used to make his fortune in such a teahouse, and now in the teahouse, a young man began to be high-spirited, scolding Fang Xuan, one south and one north, the same ancient capital, are witnessing a hidden dragon that is about to take off.

"Young man, please come here."

The old man entered the teahouse and asked for a private room directly, and the third and Lao Zhang, who were following him, hesitated a little and followed in.

"Thank you." Liu Sheng said politely.

"Young man, we've been talking for a long time, and I don't know who is who, young man, your surname." Seeing Liu Sheng sit down, the old man asked with a smile.

"Sir, you can just call me Xiao Liu." Liu Sheng said with a smile.

"Oh, yes, yes, I didn't expect to have such a high attainment in antiques at a young age, Xiao Liu, you are very good, this is my business card." The old man motioned to the young man behind him to hand the business card to Liu Sheng.

"It turned out to be Song Lao, the kid is polite here."

Liu Sheng took the gold business card, and the doubts in his heart subsided slightly, it turned out that the old man opposite was the helmsman of the Song Foundation, a famous Chinese consortium in North America, and he had to know that Lu Dao followed Kong Lao and Yang Lao, and he had known their old friends for a long time, and he knew that the two friends of Lu Dao were basically connoisseurs of the older generation in the country.

"Hehe, Xiao Liu drinks tea, this Biluochun is very good, but it is difficult to drink in the United States." Song Lao personally poured Liu Sheng full tea, and as for the third child and Lao Zhang's own waiter, he poured it for them.

"Thank you." Liu Sheng took the teacup with some flattery.

"Xiao Liu, can you tell me how you discovered the Fire Spirit Sword?" Song Lao was not in a hurry to unlock the inner secret of the Fire Spirit Sword, and began to learn skills with Liu Sheng.

"In the past, King Yue had five swords, and he first took Hao Cao and Juque to show Xue Candle." Liu Sheng smiled and first commanded the old Song army.

"Xue Candle said: 'None of them are either'." Song Lao seemed to think of something, and replied subconsciously.

"Retake Chunjun and Zhanlu."

"Looking at its sword banknotes, rotten like the trip to the house, looking at its light, muddy like water will overflow in the pond, looking at its text, sloppy like ice will be released, this so-called pure hook evil?" Old Man Song is old and refined, and he copes with it calmly.

"You—You're a swordsman?" Song Lao was shocked for a while, but he didn't expect that the ancient skills that had been lost would actually reappear in the hands of the young man in front of him.

Liu Sheng didn't speak, smiled and nodded, it was an acknowledgement, although the ancient profession of swordsman is almost useless in this era of rampant thermal weapons in modern times, it is still the crystallization of the great wisdom of the ancient Chinese civilization.

"Sure enough, it's terrifying, I can't imagine that the skills that have been lost for thousands of years can still reappear in the world, the old man is ashamed, if I hadn't been fortunate enough to read a lone ancient book that records the Fire Spirit Sword, I wouldn't have passed by this peerless divine soldier who has been inherited for more than 1,000 years." Song Lao sighed, he suddenly had the feeling that the back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and the new generation called the old people, and now he thought that he was full of gorgeous hair.

"Old Song, you have praised it falsely, the kid still has many shortcomings, and he needs to be taught by old-timers like you." Liu Sheng said humbly, he still admires Song Lao's eyesight very much, at least he is still a long way from reaching Song Lao's eyesight.

"In the future, it will be the world of you young people, Xiao Liu, you can't be arrogant." Old Song waved his hand and continued, "Can you satisfy the old man's curiosity and see what is so special about this thousand-year-old sword." ”

"Solid wishes."

Liu Sheng nodded, grabbed the hilt of the sword with his right hand, grabbed the sword body with his left hand, wrestled slightly, the place where the sword body and the hilt were connected, the rust that had accumulated over the years, began to fall down, and then a slight crack appeared there.

"Xiao Liu, don't."

Seeing Liu Sheng so violent, Song Lao stood up from his chair in fright, you must know that no matter what kind of divine weapon you have, you can't stop the erosion of the years, under normal circumstances, such a sword is very fragile, whoever takes it out must be careful, stretched out his hand and was just about to stop it, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

Liu Sheng successfully pulled out the sword body from the scabbard that had already been rusted, there was no trace of rust at all, under the illumination of the soft light, the sword body was brilliant and streamer, the silver-white sword body seemed to have the Milky Way flowing freely on it, the light was like electricity, the sword light shone on the hilt with the rotation of Liu Sheng's wrist, and there seemed to be mercury flowing in the small pits on the sword. The cold air and trembling made people feel goosebumps all over their bodies.

Liu Sheng was still not satisfied and stood up, waved lightly to the seat under him, the whole circle chair seemed to be cut into two like tofu, Liu Sheng was stunned there for a moment, you must know that this circle chair is made of mahogany by the owner of the teahouse in order to satisfy some vassal and elegant rich people, and the circle chair in this private room is made of wenge wood, which is strong and durable, and there is no resistance at all when a sword is cut.

"Xiao Liu, what are you doing here?" Song Lao couldn't help but twitch his heart, and shouted at Liu Sheng in distress.

"Old Song, don't worry, I'm measured, isn't this unscathed." Liu Sheng pointed to the sword body, as if he was not affected by the cold sword qi of the Fire Spirit Sword at all.

"Xiao Liu, can you let me see." Saying that, Song Lao wanted to reach out and grab the Fire Spirit Sword, and his somewhat cloudy eyes were full of eager hope.

"Old Song, be careful that this sword is sharp." was so frightened that Liu Sheng hurriedly dodged away, for fear of hurting Song Lao.

"Okay, you put your sword on the table." Song Lao pressed his excitement and pointed to the table tremblingly.

"Okay, be careful." Liu Sheng carefully placed the sword on the table, and the hilt of the sword was facing Song Lao.

"Okay, good, such a peerless divine soldier, now that he sees it, he is dead." Song Lao held the sword in both hands and kept muttering to himself, his eyes flashing with excitement.

"Xiao Liu, what do you think of this Fire Spirit Sword from the perspective of the Xiang Sword Master."

After admiring it for a long time, Song Lao's face showed a look of exhaustion, Sen Han's sword qi still had a great impact on his body, and with a little reluctance, he put it back on the table.

"The essence of the sun, the light of the phoenix bird, the forest is like water, and it is majestic." Liu Sheng did not hesitate to say his feelings with the confidence of a sword master.

"Xiao Liu, the old man has no hobbies in his life, can you transfer this Fire Spirit Sword to me for 50 million?" Song Lao looked at the Fire Spirit Sword on the table, hesitated for a long time, and then spoke.

"I'm sorry, I also like Song Lao's sword, you know that I am a swordsman, you can understand a swordsman's love for swords." Liu Shengzhen couldn't bear to refuse this persistent old man, but he was Pixiu, and he would definitely hide and tuck good things when he got them, and he would never shoot easily, and this sword was of great use to himself.

"Otherwise, Xiao Liu, I know that you love this sword, I have a Malayklux sword and a Damascus knife in my hand, plus 50 million to exchange with you?" Song Lao said a little unwillingly.

"Old Song, if a gentleman doesn't win people's love, I still can't promise you." Liu Sheng shook his head firmly, a sharp sword, how important it is for a swordsman.

"This, this..." Old Song hesitated there.

"Ha Luha, old gentleman, he doesn't sell it to you, I sell it to you, this sword is mine, and 50 million is mine." The third child suddenly attacked, grabbed the sword on the table and roared hysterically.

It turned out that Lao Zhang and Lao San had been listening to the conversation between the two, until Liu Sheng restored the true face of the Fire Spirit Sword, and the stimulation of walking treasure had already made him red-eyed instantly, especially Song Lao's money stimulation made him take risks and grab it in his hand while Liu Sheng and Song Lao were distracted.

"Third child, don't make a mistake." Liu Sheng frowned, pulled out the Taiji sword beside him, the tip of the sword pointed at the third child, and Sen Han's sword aura was much more than the murderous aura on the fire essence sword.

"Ha Luha, your broken sword can kill chickens, I'm a peerless divine soldier, you come and try it." There was a hint of panic in the eyes of the third child, and he shouted frantically.

"Third child, if we are in the antique business, we have to be able to afford it, let it go, and take the treasure, no one wants to, you better return the sword to this little brother." Lao Zhang seemed to feel the murderous aura in Liu Sheng's heart, and followed the bloody aura burst out of Song Lao's young man, and couldn't bear to persuade him.

"Fire Spirit Sword, it's mine, it's he who deceived me, Lao Zhang, you actually help outsiders talk, the first one I kill is you, saying that the third child raised the Fire Spirit Sword in his hand and slashed towards Lao Zhang.

"Ahh Looking at the silver fire spirit sword, Lao Zhang couldn't help but close his eyes.