While chatting here, the guy in the tea shed took a big leaf, picked up the teacup used by Gu Po and threw it into the distance, muttering in his mouth: "Gu Po Gu Po, don't harm me." After coming back, he shook his head again, spread his hands again, and complained to Hu Xuan and other tea customers: "Look at you, why am I so unlucky, I was patronized by Gu Po, who would dare to use the teacup she used again?" Alas. ”

"I think Gu Po is much more unlucky than you, and when you drink a cup of tea, you have to be talked about, and you are on guard like a thief." Hu Xuan laughed.

"Well, that's right. But who made her a Gu woman. ”

"Here's a pot of herbal tea," shouted outside, a short man, pushing a cart, came to the outside of the tea shed, parked the car on the side of the road, and walked in while wiping the sweat on his face, "This weather is so hot, it looks like it's going to rain." ”

The cart contained two bamboo baskets, and in the baskets were bulging cloth bags, which were tightly tied, and the man untied one of the bags and took out a black nest. The bag opened open, revealing a bundle of knives with knives inside. These knives are less than three feet, the blade of the knife is invisible, and the handle is slender, which is also the appearance of a Miao knife.

Ah Hu's father saw at a glance that the cloth bag was full of Miao knives, the short man was stout, but his steps were light, obviously he was a practitioner, the cloth bag was opened, he casually put it together, but it was not tight, sitting at the tea table and gnawing on the nest.

The guy came over to make tea and greeted him with a smile: "Guest officer, you are selling knives, right?" ”

"Yes, the real Miao knife, sharpening iron like clay." The guest who sold the knife tilted his neck, poured a bowl of tea down, wiped his mouth, and boasted: "My knives are all authentic household goods, the secret recipe is refined, the gold is cut and the jade is broken, and it is immortal for thousands of years." ”

Ah Hu's father came over and admired those Miao knives, the knife seller saw that he was interested, took out two knives from his bag, and boasted in his hand, "Look at you, the real hundred steel, authentic ancestral craftsmanship, not afraid of not knowing the goods, just afraid of comparing goods, you see," he said and walked to the edge of the tea shed with a knife, this tea shed is to use the big tree on the side of the road, set up a cloth shed, quite simple, the knife seller took the knife to a big tree as a tea shed column, waved it, a branch with the thickness of a small arm "click", in response to the sound and broken, it was really very sharp.

"Okay." Ah Hu's father praised.

The knife seller is even more proud, "meet the person who knows the goods, the business is fate, there are a lot of Miao knives on the market, but there are not many authentic goods, a knife, want to fight the combination of rigidity and softness, the blade back body, have to go through thousands of times of tempering, the fire to the extent of perfection, only half of the completion is completed, quenching materials, that is the absolute secret recipe, where to use water, where the soil, are particular, so to say, to create exactly the same Miao knife, the quality is very different. ”

This is quite reasonable, everyone present can't help nodding, Ah Hu's father appreciated it for a while, and saw that the knife was indeed very sharp, and it was beautifully made, so he bought two, brought one for himself, and gave Hu Shuan one, "Take it, it's very useful for self-defense, this knife is indeed authentic." ”

"You're a connoisseur," the knife seller said, "If I'm not mistaken, you're a member of the Miao family." ”

"Yes."

The knife seller slapped his face, "Selling to someone who knows how to do it is the fastest thing." However, if you talk about the quality of the knife, only by comparing the goods can you show the good and the bad. Although these knives of mine are authentic and top-grade, if they are compared to Meng Gong's knives, they are far behind. ”

"Meng Gongdao?" No one has ever heard of this name.

"Yes, let me ask you one thing, have you ever seen an old Taoist priest? He is always seventy years old, and he carries a treasure knife, which is also a Miao knife. The shape of that knife is similar to the one I sold, but from the blade to the scabbard, it is very precious, inlaid with jade agate, and full of jewels. ”

Isn't what the knife seller described the old Taoist priest that the gods met? Hu Xuan and Ah Hu's father had already vaguely guessed that the so-called "Meng Gong Knife" in his mouth must be the "Xuanyuan Sword" of the gods, and he was now at Ah Hu's house.

Hu Xuan smiled: "What? Is that knife expensive? This old Taoist priest you are talking about, surnamed Meng? ”

"No," the knife seller shook his head, "Meng Gong, the original owner of the knife, has been hundreds of years ago, Meng Gong was the chief of the Miao people back then, brave and broad, dominating one side, his waist knife back then, it was this Meng Gong knife." It is said that to create this knife, is Meng Gong invited several well-known craftsmen, poor a year of hard work, to forge, if the knife out of the sheath, the clouds are steaming, the light and shadow flow, a ball of righteousness rushing into the sky, the general weapon to its face, just like the courtiers see the emperor, all bow their heads and bow to the ground. ”

"You're talking too much." Hu's father smiled. However, carefully recalling the situation of the knife, it is indeed similar to what the knife seller described, except for the sharpness and luxury of the knife itself, the knife light is exquisite but not dazzling, the atmosphere is upright, the indescribable purity and tranquility, and a natural grace and nobility. The words of the knife seller are not much of an exaggeration.

"Alas, you don't understand," the knife seller shook his head, "a true treasure sword, that can kill people's souls without killing." ”

"That's right," Hu Xuan nodded, "just like in a war, the one who can surrender without a fight is the general." ”

"Everyone, if any of you see that old Taoist, please tell me, I will not hesitate to buy his Meng Gong knife." The knife seller bowed his hand to the crowd.

Ah Hu's father asked: "According to what you said, this Meng Gong knife turned out to be the property of our Miao family, but how did it come to Lao Dao's hands later?" ”

"Well, things always change, Meng Gong later lost the battle, and the knife was taken away, and there ...... A lot of things were taken away by others, and later, the knife spread to the people, alas, good things are always sharpened. When the knife seller said later, his tone was a little slurred, which was quite inconsistent with his previous bold conversation.

Hu Xuan wanted to take out something more from his mouth, asked the guy to refill a pot of tea for the knife seller, and asked, "Brother, who did Meng Gong fight with, and the knife was taken away?" Why is it in the hands of the old Taoist priest again? ”

"Meng Gong was fighting with King Chu Zhao back then, that battle was dark, King Chu Zhao had many soldiers, placed an ambush on all sides, and killed Meng Gong to a great defeat, at that time, King Zhao's subordinates, commanding this battle, was a general surnamed Zhou, he had three henchmen lieutenants, one surnamed Su, one surnamed Chen, one surnamed Wu, all three of them are strong in martial arts, can fight habitually, three people each with a soldier and horse, attack from three ways, although Meng Gong is brave, how can he withstand the careful arrangement of the heavy encirclement? In the end, Meng Gong single-handedly fled, and the knife was lost in the melee and fell into the hands of the captain surnamed Wu. ”

"And then?" (To be continued.) )