In the package, there is a knife. Looking at it coldly, it is simple and ordinary, but Ximenqing just looks at it, and he feels that there is a sharp air, and the femur of the head is like a hero cherishing a hero, and a hero is a hero.

If it's just an ordinary sharpness, it's okay, Ximen Qing's eyes are sharp, and he has already seen the word "Yang" on the scabbard of the green shark skin, carved out a Wei tablet with gold wire!

This time, I can't help but think about Ximenqing.

But I heard Cai Jing say leisurely: "In the first month of last year, there was a person who sold knives on the street of Tianhanzhou Bridge. There is a market splasher, called the hairless big insect Niu Er, who came to try the knife. The first try, cut copper and chop iron, the knife edge is not rolled; The second try, the nitpicking is passable; The third attempt, there was no blood on the murder knife to the third time, the splash skin showed the appearance of a scoundrel, and wanted to seize the knife by force, but the knife seller was a tiger in Pingyang and was not bullied by dogs, and with a wave of the knife, the splash skin was killed, and sure enough, there was no blood on the knife! Siquan, do you know who the knife seller is? ”

Ximenqing pointed to the word "Yang" on the scabbard and muttered: "Could it be that the surname of this knife seller is Yang Cheng?" ”

Cai Jing stroked his palm and said: "Exactly! This person's surname is Yang, the name is Zhi, after the three generations of generals, the grandson of the fifth marquis Yang Linggong, and he has also responded to the martial arts and achieved the palace system as an envoy. Just because he lost Huashigang and killed people on the street, the hero was in distress and was assassinated to the Beijing Daimyo's Mansion. Tokyo's voice is smooth, and he made up this story into a script and rap, and the old man has heard a lot of it, but he also remembers it. ”

Ximen Qing nodded secretly: "I said that this Cai Jing Lao'er was once in charge, how could he remember such trivial things as Yang Zhi selling knives?" It turned out to be an obedient book. ”

Cai Jing sighed: "Yang Zhi was assassinated in the Daimyo Mansion, and his murderous sword was also put into the warehouse. But when Zhang Hua saw that there was a purple qi rushing into the sky between the fighting and the bull, Lei Huan found the two swords of Longquan and Tai'a from Fengcheng, which shows that this sword and sword are also ready to respond to the situation, and non-heroes do not come, and their Yinghua does not appear. Today, I heard Siquan talk about the fact that Gangxing in Shandong was in the field, and the old man thought, isn't this treasure knife, and it is also time to be born? Therefore, the old man sent someone to Kaifeng Mansion, ransomed the treasure knife with 3,000 yuan, and gave it to Siquan, and the heroes returned to Shandong! ”

Ximen Qing's heart bloomed, and he said secretly: "If you have this treasure knife and send it to the blue-faced beast Yang Zhi, how can you be idle with the grace of the survival and extinction of this ancestral thing?" No matter how high Yang Zhi's morale is, he has to throw himself to the ground, calling him Brother Ximenqing, and he can't bow his head! Hehe! Hehe! The thought of the smug almost made me laugh out loud.

Cai Jing saw the joy on Ximenqing's face, and knew that his gift had been delivered to the important place, and he couldn't help but be overflowing with some old people's unique pride, and said with a smile: "The treasure knife is in front, why don't you pull out the four springs and try it?" ”

Ximenqing was already eager to try, but after all, he pretended to be polite first: "The body of the Taishi Jin Yu is beside him, how can there be room for the villain to draw his sword?" If you are shocked, isn't it a sin? ”

Cai Jingchang said with a smile: "I want to think that when the old man was the captain of Qiantang at the beginning, he also went to the old site of Zhangting to appreciate the tide of the Qianjiang River, but when he saw that the waves were like snow, a cold one, among dozens of people, only the old man's face did not change." Today, Siquan, you draw a knife and try the old man's courage, how is it compared to the past? ”

Ximen Qing heard Cai Jing's tone with the meaning of arrogance and madness, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Throughout the ages, traitorous ministers, would you rather have a kind?" At that moment, he arched his hand and said: "In this case, there is a arrogance!" As he spoke, he strode forward, lifted the knife in his left hand, and put his right hand on the hilt, and took a deep breath.

Slowly pranayama a few times, Ximen Qing silently sensed the fit between the heart, mind, hand, and knife, and when he felt complete, the thumb of his left hand pressed the tension spring, and the right hand waved if there was nothing, and the sound of "choking" was loud, and a cold air hit the face in the hall, and the knife that had been silent for a long time finally reappeared sharp.

Ximen Qing fixed his eyes on the time, but only saw that the grass was marked in the future in the past, and today it is bright and heroic in the Ming Hall. The knife is like a Qin mirror, a horizontal autumn water, the blade is like cutting the wind, flashing thousands of wisps. It is only said that it is a meteor in the sky, and the stars gather in shadows; It also looks like a white rainbow through the sun, and the rainbow shadow is condensed. buried in the treasury of the government, how many grievances are urgently sued; Beyond the mastery of Yingjie, thousands of heroes want to be with the king. When it is, the power is sideways, thrilling, and moving; Here, heroes are energetic, they can drink, and they can fly. Look at the present dynasty, coercing the prime minister's cold thief guts; Tomorrow, go all over the world to kill greedy wolves.

The ancestral treasure knife of the Yang family is really extraordinary, with a knife in hand, the bloody battle on the battlefield, the murderous aura of life and death permeated out, and everyone in the hall did not change color.

Ximenqing's heart moved, but he thought: "If I return the knife at this moment, it will be as easy as killing this Cai Jing." This knife, but is it cut or not? The mind was like lightning, and the murderous aura in the hall suddenly turned fierce.

Suddenly, I heard Cai Jing groaning loudly beside me. When Ximen Qing listened attentively, it was a song "Speaking of Sword" by Yuan Zhi in the Tang Dynasty. Cai Jing rose up, pacing lightly, while reciting aloud: "...... I want to comment on sword skills, and I hope you will listen to it. The sword can be rhinoceros, and the sword can cut Qiongjiu. The sword breaks the sky and the clouds, and the sword rushes to the sun. The sword demon snake belly, the sword whisk ......" When he carried it here, it was suddenly silent.

Ximenqing knew it in his heart, and knew that the next sentence was "The sword whisked the head of the minister", but how could Cai Jing memorize it?

As soon as his mind moved, with a sound of "brush", Ximen Qing brought the knife back to its sheath, and thought in his heart: "Although this Cai Jing reverses black and white and uses the knife as a sword, in his heart, he can't deceive himself, and he also knows that what he is doing is a big minister!" If you already have the Blade of Punishment on your body, why should I draw a snake to kill you today? ”

smiled loudly at the moment and cheered: "Good knife, good knife!" With this knife to cheer, this time back in Shandong, things will inevitably be more vigorous! ”

When he turned around to look, he saw Cai Jing with his back to him, leaning on his back, as if he had been struck by an invisible heavenly lightning. Zhai Qian saw that Cai Jing's complexion was wrong, and he had already stepped forward to support him: "Master, ......"

Cai Jing patted his hand and shook his head, feeling depressed in his heart: "Alas! Old, old! I can't imagine that I, Cai Yuanchang, no longer have the heroic spirit that kept the tide unchanged when I was the captain of Qiantang! But how can I say those three words? But how can I speak! ”

After staying for a long time, he slowly turned around, but saw Ximen Qing holding a treasure knife in his arms, standing tall and jade, with a flower in front of him, as if he saw himself when he was young, standing in the camphor pavilion like a flock, his eyes are the sunset rivers and lakes are white, his eyes are the tide of the world and the sky is blue, he is a hero of the world, who is fighting side by side with me? ……

But a breeze blew into the hall, brushing Cai Jing's hair and gently waking Cai Jing from his memories. Cai Jing stretched out his hand to grab a strand of hair, squinting his eyes and looking closely, but it seemed to be three points whiter than yesterday, and in that touch of silver, there were countless desolations.

At this moment, all the heroes and heroes are handsome! All closed! This is exactly what it is:

The strong man draws his sword and frightens the charm, and the hero fights hard! But I don't know what will happen next, and listen to the next breakdown.