Chapter Seventy-Two: Heirlooms

"It's just ,......" Meng Chenxuan lowered his head and looked at the pitch-black residue on the ground with an apologetic expression, "I found out too late and couldn't save you." ”

"Whew!" Meng Chenxuan exhaled a breath of turbidity and continued to speak: "Speaking of which, I have already told you to leave, but you will not leave. ”

"Perhaps, this is your fate! I can't blame others. "It's really strange, Meng Chenxuan, who never believes in fate, actually believes in fate.

The cold incense wafted in the air, Meng Chenxuan raised his head, looked at the desolation in his eyes, and said leisurely, "I'm about to leave here, let you be so barren now, and when I come back, I will rebuild." ”

"However, before I leave, I have one more very important thing that I need to take with me." Meng Chenxuan looked at the ruins that were no longer prosperous, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his deep eyes.

He didn't lie to Lin Zihan, his family really has heirlooms, but as he said, how can such a thing as a family heirloom be taken out casually and shown to others?

Even his mother, Ma Yuzhen, has never seen his family's heirlooms, but only vaguely knows that there is such a thing as a family heirloom in his family, as for what it looks like, what it is, and where it is, he doesn't know at all.

Now, the heirloom of his family is finally about to come with the end times, and his new life will be seen again!

"Long waiting!" Meng Chenxuan walked back to his room and dug out a sarcophagus that looked about the size of a stable from a pile of rubble.

The height of the sarcophagus is not very high, about 50 cm, and the width is about 15-20, and the sarcophagus is made of unknown materials, and it exudes a pitch-black light in the golden early sun.

Looking closely, the sarcophagus shining in the early sun, an abstract pattern could be vaguely seen, but Meng Chenxuan had not had much contact with art and could not distinguish what this pattern was.

"Sasa, Sa, Sa!" The wind blew the dead branches on the ground, and Meng Chenxuan's skeletal palm fell on the sarcophagus, unexpectedly the sarcophagus was buried in the ruins, and there was not even a trace of dust.

"Tsk!" A faint voice spit out from Meng Chenxuan's mouth, and Meng Chenxuan's eyes flashed sharply, and his ruthless little face tightened.

A cold light flashed in Meng Chenxuan's eyes, and his left hand fell sharply on top of the sarcophagus, "Huh! The sound of the sarcophagus scraping the skin sounded.

The sarcophagus was bland, but Meng Chenxuan exerted too much force, and his fair skin directly laid a layer of skin on the sarcophagus!

Warm blood gushed out along Meng Chenxuan's palm that had been cut open by the sarcophagus, and Meng Chenxuan calmly felt the stinging pain coming from under his palm.

The sarcophagus that had absorbed Meng Chenxuan's blood flashed with a red light, and Meng Chenxuan saw the change in the sarcophagus and slowly withdrew his palm.

It is also strange to say that Meng Chenxuan's palm that was cut by the sarcophagus slowly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye at the moment when Meng Chenxuan retracted it, except for the blood absorbed by the sarcophagus before, not a drop of Meng Chenxuan's palm fell to the ground.

"Smack!" The cold sound of machinery sounded in the silent air, and Meng Chenxuan looked at it calmly as if it were on TV, in a movie, after the sarcophagus absorbed blood, it activated one complex mechanism after another.

"It's on!" As Meng Chenxuan's words fell, everything that the sarcophagus showed just now was so dreamy, and it was normal to open the bland sarcophagus now.

Meng Chenxuan's eyes flashed as he looked at the sarcophagus, and he raised his hand and slowly probed into the sarcophagus.

Miraculously, the opened sarcophagus didn't look very big, and it could even be said that there was only a small gap, but it could swallow Meng Chenxuan's entire arm.

"Found it!" After Meng Chenxuan put his arm into the sarcophagus, he groped in it for a long time before he touched a cold and hard thing, and he couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth.

Getting what he wanted, Meng Chenxuan slowly withdrew his arm that had reached into the sarcophagus.

The moment Meng Chenxuan's arm stretched out from the sarcophagus, the white mist spread outward along Meng Chenxuan's arm, and the more Meng Chenxuan's arm stretched outward, the bigger the fog appeared with Meng Chenxuan's arm!

Finally, at the moment when Meng Chenxuan's arm was completely stretched out of the sarcophagus!

The contents of the sarcophagus have finally unveiled his mystery!

- A big cloud, very long white mist!

"W-how did this happen?"

Meng Chenxuan is also a ruthless person, seeing the item in his hand, even if he basks in the sun for a while, the thick white mist still does not disappear, and he actually raises his other hand and rubs it fiercely on the white mist!

"Huh!" A louder sound sounded than the sarcophagus just now, and a touch of silver could be faintly seen on Meng Chenxuan's white and ruddy palm.

"This time, you should be able to reveal your true colors, right?"

Because the white mist was very long, Meng Chenxuan would only wipe half of it at most, but this was enough.

"Zheng!" A crisp voice came from the white mist, and the items hidden under the heavy white mist also unveiled his mystery!

——A long sword with a silver body and a black hilt was firmly held in Meng Chenxuan's hand!

The sword in Meng Chenxuan's hand has a wide sword body, and the double blades of the sword body have also been removed from the upper edge, and the thickness of the sword is thicker whether it is recorded in history or the sword used now.

This sword, it is more appropriate to say that it is a sword, let alone a knife, but if it is said that this is a knife, the blade is curved, but the weapon in Meng Chenxuan's hand is straight, and the part of the tip of the knife is not sharp and flat!

Looking at it from a distance, the weapon in Meng Chenxuan's hand is like a four-like one!

But Meng Chenxuan clearly knew that this was an existence that even the Palace Museum would be able to marvel at!

- This is a Tang knife, a Tang knife from the Sui and Tang dynasties!

"Tang knife" is just the general name of the four saber systems of the Sui and Tang dynasties in China, and generally refers to the Tang horizontal knife.

In addition to the Tang horizontal knife, the other three are: barrier knife, Mo knife, and instrument knife.

Regardless of which one of them, it is characterized by a straight blade, a small blade, and a long handle.

According to historical records, whether it is a horizontal knife, a barrier knife or a Mo knife, the length is only 100 centimeters at most, that is, about one meter, and the only one is that the knife is elongated at 120-160.

The Tang knife in Meng Chenxuan's hand is almost the same as Meng Chenxuan's height, and the lowest visual measurement is about 150 cm, just like a instrument knife!

The ceremonial knife is called the imperial knife in the Wei and Jin dynasties, and the Ming Dynasty is the imperial forest saber, which is the ancient imperial guard of honor, the palace guard Yulin Guard, the Imperial Forest Army, and the knife held by the Qianniu Guard, which is made of wood or gold and silver, and is mostly used for ceremonial purposes to show the imperial prestige.

Different from the other three knives, because the ritual knife was mostly used by emperors, his style was not a simple atmosphere based on the pursuit of power, but was loaded with gold and silver, which was mostly used on important occasions.

However, its lethality is also not to be underestimated!

Compared with historical records, the ritual knife in Meng Chenxuan's hand is going to be a lot more stumbling!

I don't know what material the instrument knife in Meng Chenxuan's hand is made of, except for the black dragon and phoenix ring, it is actually silver, and there is a cold aura around his body, and he can't see the "luxurious" second son at all!