After Wei Guan finished speaking, without waiting for Jia Rong to react, he snatched the Qingyu Sword from Jia Rong's hand, and checked it repeatedly, for fear that Jia Rong would damage the sword when he wielded it just now, and when he saw that there was no problem, he put the sword back into the sheath, and then hugged it tightly in his arms.

Speaking from the heart, this sword Jia Rong likes very much, the Qingyu sword is also very famous in history, Cao Cao has two swords, one Yitian, a Qingyu, Yitian Sword Cao brings it, the Qingyu sword is rewarded to Xia Houen to carry, in the battle of Changbanpo Qingyu sword for Shu general Zhao Yun to seize, according to legend, this sword sharpens iron like clay, extremely sharp.

I didn't expect this sword to be in Hedong Wei's house, and I was fortunate enough to witness it.

Jia Rong looked helplessly at the sword in Wei Guan's arms, just staring at it like that.

The picture is so strangely frozen here, I saw a person holding a sword tightly in his arms, while the other person looked at the sword in that person's arms without blinking; That look seemed to be a criminal who hadn't touched a woman for several years, and suddenly saw a beautiful woman standing naked in front of him.

It was Jia Rong who took the lead in breaking the quiet situation and said: "I said Master Wei, it's useless for you to hold this sword now, the Wei family is now in business, there is no one who practices martial arts, the sword is placed here by you, it will only bury its prestige in vain, why don't you give it to me, and I will use it to capture the flag on the battlefield in the future, so that the world can see the power of the Wei family's sword." After Jia Rong finished speaking, he kept looking at Wei Guan's face.

Looking at Wei Guan's ever-changing face, Jia Rong continued to persuade: "Don't worry, the head of the family, I won't take possession of this sword, just borrow it, and when my Han Dynasty is peaceful and the country is safe, I will personally come to the door to return it to the head of the family." ”

Wei Guan thought about it, his eyes flashed as if he was thinking about something, and finally said to Jia Rong, who had an expectant look: "It's still not good." After speaking, he looked at Jia Rong apologetically.

Jia Rong rolled his eyes angrily, feeling that he had wasted so many tongues in vain, and he couldn't move this old fox spirit, as the head of a family with a big business like the Wei family, Wei Guan was definitely not so easy to fool; Jia Rong was not so arrogant that he could take away the Wei family's ancestral sword for nothing just because he was the life-saving benefactor of the family.

The Wei family has been in business for generations, businessmen are the most profitable, the world is bustling for profit, the world is bustling for profit, in an instant, Jia Rong found that money is so cute, if he has a few million taels of gold, and smash it to Wei Guan, this sword will definitely be in hand, how can he still use such a tongue.

Seeing Jia Rong staring intently at the sword in his arms, Wei Guan scolded himself in his heart for being confused, why did he take Jia Rong to see what ancestral sword, he really caused trouble for himself, and he looked remorseful.

However, Wei Guan didn't want Jia Rong to be embarrassed, Jia Rong was his life-saving benefactor, if he had put it on other things, he would have agreed a long time ago, but this was an ancestral sword, and he had a lot of effort to get it, so he definitely couldn't give it to Jia Rong.

Wei Guan comforted Jia Rong and said: "Zhiyuan don't have to be sad, this sword is an ancestral heirloom, even if I am the head of the family, I can't be the master to give the sword to Zhiyuan, otherwise I will be scolded by the whole family, even if it is bought by ten thousand gold, it will not be sold; In fact, in my heart, I want to give the sword to a hero like Zhiyuan, the so-called sword with a hero. After saying that, Wei Guan's face flashed with regret.

Jia Rong didn't know if what Wei Guan said was true or false, and he didn't have time to think about this, just thinking about how he could get his hands on the Qingyu Sword; I don't sell anything, I still don't have any money, as long as I have enough money, I can't sell it.

Suddenly, Jia Rong thought of money, yes, he was rich, but he didn't know how much money his money was worth in the Eastern Han Dynasty.

After thinking about it repeatedly, Jia Rong reached out without a trace to a pocket sewn by needles and threads in the innermost part of his clothes, and with a little force, the pocket was torn open, and then Jia Rong casually pulled out a sheet from it.

Jia Rong looked at the banknotes in his hand, hey, ten yuan, Jia Rong's usual favorite is those brand-new banknotes, these banknotes have been in Jia Rong's pocket for so long or so new, Jia Rong shook the banknotes in his hand casually, making a noise, waking up Wei Guan, who was thinking wildly, and looked at himself in confusion.

Jia Rong shook the ten-yuan denomination in his hand, and said to Wei Guan with a slightly red face: "Master Wei, I have seen the ancestral treasures of the Wei family, and I will also let you see my family heirlooms; To be honest, I don't know the value of this thing, the head of the family has been in business for generations, and I must be able to see how valuable this thing is. ”

After listening to Jia Rong's words, Wei Guan suddenly became interested, and gently put the sword in his arms into the vermilion lacquer box and closed the sword box; Then he hurried to Jia Rong's face, took the ten yuan from Jia Rong's hand and studied it carefully.

The front of the ten yuan yuan is the head of the leader of Mao, Wei Guan naturally does not know who the leader of Mao is, and the back is printed on the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River, and the color of the entire currency paper is blue ink.

Wei Guan was stunned for a while, and whether others recognize the characters and scenery on the currency paper, Wei Guan has never seen such a perfect painting, ingenious brushwork, people, things are vividly painted on the paper less than the size of a palm, and what is more peculiar is that I don't know what color brush is used, it makes the whole painting very colorful, and the human skin is so real, and the gentle touch can also make people feel the concave and convex feeling on the painting, just take a look, Wei Guan was suddenly shocked.

Seeing Wei Guan's eyes flashing with the look of stroking the Qingyu sword before, Jia Rong felt a burst of joy in his heart.

Jia Rong coughed lightly, interrupting Wei Guan's movements, and then pretending to be righteous and awe-inspiring and said, "If it weren't for the generosity of the Wei family master, who was willing to take out the sword for me to see, I would definitely not take out this painting." ”

"Don't hide it from the master of the family, this family heirloom of mine is passed down from generation to generation as a gift from an immortal." Jia Rong continued.

In line with the phalanx of deceiving the dead and not paying for their lives, Jia Rong sorted out his thoughts and said to Wei Guan with a look of anticipation: "My ancestor was born as a hunter, one day, when the ancestor was hunting in the mountains, he met an injured old man, the ancestor was merciful, and took the old man home to heal, day and night, until the old man recovered, so for more than a month. ”

After the old man recovered from his injuries, he said to the ancestors: "I won't tell you, I am an immortal in the sky, just because I fight with people, I don't want to be plotted by others, and I am seriously injured. ”

When the ancestor saw that the old man he had saved in the mountains was standing high in the sky, he immediately knelt down reverently.

The immortal looked at the ancestor kneeling below, and said with a look of regret: "You are my savior, I originally planned to accept you as a disciple and pass on your immortal skills, but your qualifications are too poor; I will leave today and give you a treasure to repay your kindness that day. With that, the immortal floated away to the Nine Heavens.

It wasn't until the immortal left for a long time that the ancestor was stunned, looking at a painting less than the size of a palm in his hand, which was the treasure that the immortal said, and he didn't dare to slack off, so he enshrined this painting in the main hall and provided incense every day.

So, this painting has been passed down from generation to generation, and it has been passed down to me.

Jia Rong was not shocked, and swore endlessly to tell such a strange story.

However, Wei Guan still believed that the ancients were superstitious and believed in the theory of ghosts and gods, or those emperors would not say anything in the name of gods and goddesses; As soon as Wei Guan heard that the painting in his hand was actually a gift from the immortals, he immediately stopped stroking his hand and stood there respectfully, holding the ten-yuan face value in both hands, and almost knelt down for it.

Wei Guan looked at Jia Rong with a bitter face and said, "Why didn't you say it earlier, I touched the immortal thing like that just now and desecrated it, and I will be punished." After speaking, he looked at Jia Rong with a reproachful face.

Wei Guan forgot that just now Jia Rong was still shaking with the so-called immortal thing; It was also Wei Guan who heard that this was an immortal thing, and he was shrewd and didn't expect this layer for a while.

Jia Rong said to Wei Guan, who was stunned and panicked: "Master Wei, I don't know how much my ancestral treasure is worth?" ”

When Wei Guan heard Jia Rong's words, he woke up from the shock just now, pondered for a while and said, "Since it is an immortal thing, it is a priceless treasure; The painting is beautifully worked, the brushwork is ingenious, and this alone is a priceless treasure, how can it be measured in money. ”

Jia Rong was so happy in his heart, he didn't expect that he took out a piece of RMB in a flash of inspiration, and then after his own flickering of the gods, immortals, he bewildered the old fox spirit Wei Guan.

Jia Rong walked up to Wei Guan, took the ten-yuan yuan from Wei Guan's hand, and said, "Priceless treasure! After speaking, he looked greedy.

Wei Guan stared at the RMB in Jia Rong's hand, and saw that Jia Rong was holding it in his hand so casually, and couldn't help but scold softly: "How can the things of immortals be held in your hands so casually." ”

Seeing Wei Guan's attention to the ten yuan, Jia Rong realized that the opportunity had come, and immediately changed his face, and said with a look of pity: "The ancestral immortal thing, pity me for being a soldier of the army, maybe one day I will die on the battlefield, the horse leather shroud, I am small when I die, but it is a great crime to lose this immortal thing." After speaking, Jia Rong sighed vigorously.

Wei Guan listened to Jia Rong's words, he was overjoyed, who doesn't want to get the things of the immortals, whether it is the things of the immortals or not, this painting is also a ingenious thing, he didn't expect Jia Rong to say this, and immediately thought that this was his own opportunity, and persuaded: "Zhiyuan, if you believe in my Wei Guan, you will give me this ancestral immortal object for safekeeping, and when you come to ask for it, you will definitely return it." ”

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