From caution to surprise to tears of joy ·······.

Fence Luo didn't know why this knife caused such a huge pain to the old man, and looked at the old man in front of him who was crying like a child with a bewildered face, and was inexplicably a little flustered.

In particular, the old man's hand touching the blade of the knife was as rough as a rotten wood withered in winter, trembling as if it was about to break.

The gently moving fingertips and the old tears rolling down the ravines on the face flowed unparalleled sadness on the blade.

The crystal clear water droplets, the rickety back and the moving light and shadow in the cloudy eyes looked particularly vicissitudes under the bright sun outside the window, so that the fence couldn't help but wet his eyes.

After a long time, the old man finally calmed down.

"Follow me." He hoarsely staggered into the inner chamber.

The fence did not dare to delay, and immediately got up and followed.

She found that the inner room was small, with a bed, a desk, a chaise longue and a locked cupboard, everything neatly and neatly at a glance.

The old man carefully placed the knife on the desk, and then took out a book from the cabinet.

He held it in both hands and placed it lightly on the table as if he were holding a treasure.

Only then did it become clear that this was not a book, but a hand-drawn booklet.

Yellowed paper, torn pages, and deliberately flattened corners creases and delinquent binding ······.

All show the traces of the years stopped, mottled and old, like the hand of the reader at this moment.

Old, shriveled, rough, and bloodless white flesh ······· out of the cracked opening.

Fence Luo just watched quietly as the old man's hand flipped through the pages one by one. The movement is very slow, as if climbing a "high mountain".

When the rough fingers and the old paper suddenly became too strong to open, he always took the trouble to try to conquer it over and over again.

Several times I habitually put my fingers to my mouth and wet them with my tongue, but suddenly stopped moving. Then he wiped his clothes with a look of annoyance, and began to compete with the paper again.

The fence didn't dare to disturb, so he could only watch quietly.

I am afraid that one of my actions will cause something unfortunate to happen to the treasure in the old man's hand.

After a long time, the sunlight quietly receded from the desk and slipped silently from the shoulders of the two of them, and finally heard the old man's excited voice.

"Look, is it a painting?" He asked, pointing to the picture in the painting.

The voice was high-pitched like a happy child, with a little pride.

Fence followed his finger and saw that the knife in the painting was actually hers.

Delicate and small, it is made of sterling silver and has a red gemstone at the handle.

It was the ruby necklace worn by the phoenix's neck, glittering under the snow-white "feathers". It's exactly the same as the one on the table at the moment.

The scabbard is carved with a beautiful phoenix, with a high head and a trembling figure, which looks extremely noble.

"Yes, that's exactly what I lost." Looking at the scabbard in the painting, the hedge fell and recognized it at a glance.

"Do you know where this dagger came from?" Upon hearing this, the old man was excited, excited, and infinitely emotional.

So with tears in his eyes, he began to tell the story.

"Our Cheng family has been a weapon maker for generations. My grandfather made many swords when he was alive, but he was most proud of two swords. A "green dragon" long sword, a "phoenix" short knife. The Qinglong Sword was created by my grandfather with a lifetime of painstaking efforts, and it can be said to be the top work in the world. And this phoenix short knife is a matching dagger created in the process of making a long sword. I remember my father once said that this should be the only short knife my grandfather had ever built in his life. ”

At this point, the old man couldn't stop crying.

Frequently wiped his tears with his sleeve, for fear that he would accidentally wet the drawings on the case.

"So this phoenix dagger was made by your grandfather?"

Fence Luo was surprised a lot, although he knew that the knife in his hand was a treasure, but he didn't expect it to be such a powerful existence.

"Yes, this is exactly my grandfather's masterpiece. I remember that my father said before he died that when he was a child, he had seen the Qinglong Sword but had not seen the Phoenix Sword, and he only knew that his grandfather would draw it to him when he was dying. ”

The old man spoke, and began to wipe away his tears again. I didn't expect to be lucky enough to see it in my lifetime, but it was such an incomplete naked knife.

"Did your father tell me what happened to these two things?"

Fence Luo knew what he was upset about, and he felt a little guilty in his heart. But the thing has been lost, and I'm afraid that no amount of apology will help.

"My father said that many people coveted the Qinglong Sword in the process of building, so my grandfather took his family to the capital for safety, and I don't know what happened later."

"Don't even your father know?" The hedge fell to feel a little unbelievable.

"Yes." The old man nodded, "Father said that my grandfather did not reveal the whereabouts of these two things before he died, but there are rumors in the market that I seem to have seen the Qinglong Sword in the Southern Chu Imperial Palace. ”

"Do you have any drawings of the Blue Dragon Sword?" Fence suddenly wanted to see it.

"No, my grandfather was afraid that someone would covet it, so he processed the drawings and the sword, and still hasn't left any clues. Only the drawings of this phoenix knife have been preserved because no one knows about it. The old man's tone was full of regret.

"I see." But if the Qinglong Sword is said to be in the Southern Chu royal family, then how can this Phoenix Sword come into his hands? I can't figure it out.

"Then how did the little brother get this phoenix knife?" When the fence fell and was puzzled, the old man was also curious because of this.

"Someone gave it, but I didn't ask in detail." Fence Luo frowned, he didn't understand that someone sold such a precious thing without knowing the goods, how could this be possible?

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong, and she always felt that something was wrong with this. I thought to myself, when A-Jing came back, I must ask her carefully.

The hedge's doubts did not escape the old man's eyes, so he did not speak again, but picked up the dagger and looked at it seriously, with a very focused expression.

"Cheng Lao, can you add another scabbard to this phoenix knife?" Since you can't figure it out, you don't want to, Fence has always been a person who won't embarrass himself.

Especially when she noticed that the old man was carefully examining the knife, she immediately asked.

"This······ I'm afraid the old man can't do anything. The old man took the dagger and stroked it gently, "Even if my father is alive, he may not be worthy, let alone me!" ”

"Why?" The fence is incomprehensible.

"Little brother doesn't understand, I'm afraid that this kind of original thing will be missing. Because I don't know the proportion of ingredients, I don't know the proportion of the fire, and the source of the water. In particular, the material that looks very pure on the outside is actually not pure, and no one knows what is added to it, so it is difficult to make an exact one. ”

"What then?" Fence Luo felt sorry in his heart, after all, a knife without a scabbard could not be carried on his body at all.

"You can only see its creation!" The old man sighed again.

"In that case, forget it." Fence fell with a lost face, and just wanted to reach out to retrieve the knife but was avoided by the old man.

"Can Ah Li Gongzi leave the dagger and let the old man see it for a few more days?"

The plea in the old man's words, and the earnestness in his eyes, made it impossible for the fence to refuse.

She silently glanced at the knife in the drawing paper, then turned to leave.