Fan Lou has been there since the last time, Wang Lun has never been there again, I didn't expect this to happen. www.biquge.info Just like a celebrity loves a beautiful woman and a general is a good horse, Wang Lun loves famous swords. At this time, just after noon, Wang Lun planned to try his luck and take Du Qian and Han Bolong with him, and went to Fan Lou.

When I came to Fanlou, there were already many people here at this time, including the prince and grandson, the rich boy, and the most of them were Wuju people who entered Beijing. It just so happened that the sword appreciation had just begun, and in the hall of the Fan Tower, there was a middle-aged scribe standing, and there was a small servant behind him holding the sword box in both hands.

At this time, it was still daytime, and none of the singers in Fanlou were there, but it was a lot quieter. Wang Lun and the three of them found a place to sit down and wait and see what happened.

Wang Lun looked at the scribe carefully, and saw that he was wearing a Jinyang scarf on his head, with a white face and no beard, and he was as white as a piece of mutton fat jade. He wore a blue brocade robe with a collar and a pair of red red shoes on his feet. Holding the golden fan of the Hunan concubine, she is rich and graceful, handsome and detached.

The scribe walked three times around the guests downstairs, and the little servant walked three times with his sword in hand. The guests of Fan Lou looked at the scribe for a while, and then at the sword.

After walking around, the scribe stood in the middle of the field and introduced himself: "In the next surname Zhou, the cheap word Sanwei, a person from Tokyo." The ancestor was originally a generational martial artist, so he left this sword. Today, Xiaoke's family has changed literature for three generations, and most of them are civil officials, and this sword is not very useful. My grandfather once instructed his children and grandchildren: 'If the descendants know the origin of this sword, they can give it to them, and they should not take a penny.' ’”

The guests present in Fan Lou suddenly became agitated, and said in surprise one by one: "Brother is really generous! "There is the one who is dexterous, and thinks about the origin of this sword from the ancestral home and life experience of Wednesday Fear.

Wednesday bowed to everyone and said, "You can still watch this sword up close, as long as you say it, you can offer it with both hands." But one person only has one chance, and he must explain the origin of this sword, and he must not speculate. ”

Someone was happy to see the hunt and came forward to guess, but the name reported was really ridiculous and generous. Such as Qingping sword, double-edged sword, Zhou's sword Yunyun. Wednesday was afraid that these people had invisibly belittled the sword, and he was indignant in his heart, but he couldn't attack because of his identity.

At this time, a person stood up and bowed his hand to Wednesday: "Xi'an Xu Huiyan, take a closer look." "This man has a gentle attitude and makes people feel close.

As soon as they heard the name Xu Huiyan, the guests of Fan Lou were in an uproar. "It's the martial champion of the previous subject!"

"It turned out to be the forbidden army Xu Yuhou!"

Xu Huiyan is a native of Xi'an. In the second year of Daguan (1108), when he was fifteen years old, he was given the edict of "martial arts and the first", becoming the first martial champion in Quzhou, and since then he has embarked on the road of military generals.

Xu Huiyan stepped forward and pulled out the sword in the sword box, like a dragon's groan, and loved it in his heart.

For this martial champion to come to appreciate the sword, Wednesday Wei also has hopes. "Xu Yuhou can be taught!"

After thinking for a while, Xu Huiyan said: "Qiantang heard that the ten nails were cut with a sword, and the sword had no traces. Bend it hard like a hook, and it is sonorous and straight. The so-called spirit sword of the ancients is also right. “

Wednesday shook his head calmly at Xu Huiyan, Xu Huiyan returned to his seat with a sigh, looking at the sword's gaze with reluctance.

came to Ying Wuju this time, and there were two people from Shanxi, one called Dang Shiying and the other called Dang Shixiong. The two brothers, each with their own undue courage, came to Tokyo this time to respond to the martial arts.

The elder brother Dang Shiying in the seat said to his younger brother Dang Shixiong: "If we have this sword, our brothers will not be like a tiger!" ”

The younger brother Dang Shixiong had a different opinion on this, and said: "This kind of sword is not needed, and if it is given to the adults in the court, we can also have a background." ”

It's just that the two brothers are good at martial arts, and they don't have much ink in their chests, so they don't dare to come forward and make a fool of themselves.

After a while, a young man stood up, with white teeth and red lips, two eyebrows and sideburns, a thin waist and broad shoulders, very heroic. "Mr. Zhou, take a look at Rong Huarong!"

Xiao Li Guanghuarong!

Seeing this person, Wang Lun's eyes lit up. This is a rare archer in the Water Margin, and he is known as the second general of the romance and fierceness along with Xu Ning.

Hua Rong is not like Xu Huiyan, he looks very carefully, from the pattern to the decoration, from the iron to the blade. After a little silence, Hua Rong said: "The Book of Yuejue? The Sword of the Outer Biography should have a record of this sword. Look at its flower, such as the hibiscus began to come out, look at its lines, rotten like the line of the stars, look at its light, muddy like the overflow of water in the pond, watch its break, rock and rock such as trivial stones, look at its talents, radiant like ice release, this so-called pure hook. “

The military general loves the famous sword, and Hua Rong is not exempt from vulgarity, if he buys Hua Rong at this time, he is shy in his pocket, and his heart is more than enough, but he still has some hope for appreciating the sword.

Wednesday was overjoyed when he heard Hua Rong's first few words, but he was helpless when he heard what he said later. Wednesday shook his head and said to Hua Rong, "I'm sorry! ”

Hua Rong returned to her seat disappointed, stunned.

After watching it for a long time, Wang Lun had already made up his mind, and then got up and saluted Wednesday. "Brother Zhou, Jeju Wang Lun is here to taste!"

"Yike...... Jeju Wanglun! ”

"Wang Lun, who inscribed the poem, also came......"

Knowing that Wang Lun had come to Fan Tower, the guests in Fan Tower all came over.

Wang Lun walked to the middle of the field, took the sword in his hand, held it in his left hand, and pulled out the sword edge with his right hand for only three or four inches, and felt that the cold was pressing. took out another look at it, hurriedly pushed forward, and said, "Brother Zhou really wants to give it away!" ”

Wednesday said solemnly: "Of course I want to send it, Brother Wang can guess!" ”

Wang Lun saw that the sword was handed over to Zhou Wei, and said to Zhou Wei: "Brother Zhou, this sword is a treasure of the house, a thousand-year-old treasure, and it is worth a lot of money. As I guessed, this sword is probably mine. Wang Lun already knew the origin of this sword, and finally persuaded Wednesday to fear.

Wednesday Wei knew that Wang Lun was afraid that he would regret it in the future, so he said honestly: "Zhou's ancestors were originally a generational martial artist during the five dynasties, so they left this sword. So far, three generations have studied literature, and this sword is of little use. My grandfather once instructed his children and grandchildren: 'If the descendants know the origin of this sword, they can give it to them, and they should not take a penny.' 'Now the king's brother knows that it is a sword, and he must ask for advice, or whether it is the master of this sword, and he cannot be determined. Even if you can't guess correctly, it will only make everyone laugh. ”

Wang Lun made up his mind and said: "Wang suspects that it is this sword, but I am afraid that it is not, you are fortunate not to laugh." ”

Wednesday waved his hand and said, "I'll listen to you!" ”

At that time, Wang Lun said: "Wang heard the ancestor say: 'Where the sword is sharp, the water cuts the dragon, and the land cuts the rhino elephant. There are names such as Longquan, Tai'a, Baihong, Zidian, Mo Evil, and Ganjiang, all of which have provenances. Ou Yezi was a master of sword casting in the Spring and Autumn Period, making three major punishments and two small punishments: one is Zhanlu, the second is pure hook, the third is victory over evil, the fourth is fish intestines, and the fifth is Juque. When the sword is unsheathed, there is a cold air that invades people, blowing hair and breaking hair, and the sword body is clear and black. It was the king of Chu who wanted to dominate the princes, and asked Ou Yezi to cast it. The name of the sword is 'Zhan Lu', and Xue Rengui of the Tang Dynasty once obtained it, but I don't know if it is this sword? ”

Wednesday listened to Wang Lun's words, and smiled happily: "Brother Wang is really knowledgeable, and some are not bad." Then he handed the sword to Wang Lun with both hands and said: "This sword has been buried for several generations, and today I will meet its master." Please put it away, Brother Wang! He will one day be a pillar of the country, and he will live up to the last words of my ancestors. ”

Wang Lun was still humble and said: "How dare I take other people's treasures? Deserved, deserved! ”

Wednesday Wei pushed the sword towards Wang Lun and said, "The order of the ancestors, dare not disobey."

At this moment, a lazy voice rang out. "Such a sword, it is only right to dedicate it to Your Majesty!"

(Happy New Year to all!) Everything! I hope that in the new year, I will finish this book with the witness of all of you. Thank you for walking with me!! ）