"The two of us forgot to bring an umbrella when we went out, and when we saw that the lights were on here, we came to disturb you, and please ......" Xiao Zhang was just halfway through this sentence, when he suddenly sneezed a big sneeze, which startled me, he reached out and touched his nose, and smiled embarrassedly. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Wait a minute," said the man, walking behind the screen and taking out two neatly folded clothes, "the two old clothes from before, the two of them will be ready for a while." ”

The two of us said thank you, went around the back of the screen, took off the set of soaked stalls on our bodies, and changed into the clothes that the man gave us, I think it was a little small, Zhang Sanfeng put it on and it fitted properly.

I saw that he was a big man of more than one meter and eight, with a slender figure, very well-proportioned, and a face that was so handsome that he couldn't speak, especially those deep eyes, with a soft and cute gaze, which had irresistible lethality to any woman.

His hair was wet with rain and stuck to his head, but it didn't look embarrassed, but with a bleak and tragic beauty, which was dizzying.

I forgot to introduce, my name is Li Mo, a sophomore in high school, I don't have any characteristics, I just like to read books, especially ancient books, people say that there are three thousand avenues in books, and I consciously have two thousand nine.

The guy who came with me is called Zhang Sanfeng, an orphan, and my hair is small, I have known him since I can remember, the two of us pee and mud since childhood, and have been playing until they are older, in my mother's words, it is "as good as a person", I nicknamed him "Zhang Sancrazy", and even called him "crazy" directly.

"Sit down," said the young man, who had just come out from behind the screen, and there were three chairs in front of the table, one for each of us, and the young man rolled up his sleeves and poured us two cups of tea.

After tossing for so long, I was already thirsty, picked up the teacup, blew off the tea foam, and took a small sip gently, with a slight bitterness and fragrance in the sweetness, the teeth and cheeks were fragrant, and the heart fire was extinguished, and I couldn't help but admire, "Good tea!" ”

"I'm the boss here, my surname is Zhao, you can call me Boss Zhao," Boss Zhao picked up the teacup and took a sip gently, "You can also call me Lao Zhao directly." ”

"Boss Zhao looks quite young, less than twenty," Xiao Zhang complimented, "You can do something like this at such a young age, how can you do it like us, in order to earn two pocket money, we have to deliver food to others in the middle of the night." ”

"Zhao is not talented, and he has wasted sixty years," Boss Zhao smiled faintly, "Today is just sixty years old." ”

"Boss Zhao is really good at laughing." Xiao Zhang laughed twice, I didn't laugh, I always felt weird.

Xiao Zhang and I thanked him vigorously, and the three of us exchanged a few more pleasantries, then stopped talking and just drank tea.

Drinking and drinking, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly stopped, his eyes stared directly at the counter, and he looked over his line of sight, and saw that in the conspicuous place of the counter, there was an ancient sword more than three feet long.

Boss Zhao also noticed this, he took the ancient sword from the counter, and with a "brush" sound, he pulled out a sword that shone with a cold glow, reversed the hilt, and handed it to Xiao Zhang.

Xiao Zhang took it and played with it carefully, he couldn't put it down, and even stroked the blade with his hand.

I didn't expect this sword to be so sharp, Xiao Zhang "hissed" and took a cool breath, a bead of blood seeped out from his fingertips, and slowly rolled down along the cloud patterns on the sword body, without a trace of pause, a trace of dampness, but more and more rounded, flashing in a blurry color in the dim light, like a brightly colored ruby.

"Not good!" Boss Zhao's reaction was greater than Zhang Sanfeng's, he shouted, grabbed Xiao Zhang's hand, stared at the wound carefully for a long time, and then breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, it's just a layer of broken skin." ”

"They are all children who grew up in the village, and it is inevitable that there will be some bumps, what is this little injury, even a mosquito bite is more painful than this," we were all taken aback by Boss Zhao's actions, Xiao Zhang smiled, "I'm not so squeamish." ”

"Injury and bleeding is a trivial matter," Boss Zhao took the sword and put it into the scabbard, "This sword has killed tens of thousands of people, and it is very fierce, I am afraid that it will take your soul away." ”

"Is there any story behind this sword?" I asked, as soon as I heard the interest.

"Have you ever heard of three long and two short?"

"Of course, people, who doesn't have three long and two short." Xiao Zhang blurted out.

"Please think about it next time you speak," I gave him a roll of his eyes, and then looked at Boss Zhao, "Legend has it that in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, there were five famous swords, three long swords, and two short swords, all of which were peerless divine soldiers who sharpened iron like mud and broke their hair. ”

"That's right," Boss Zhao nodded approvingly, caressing the scabbard of the ancient sword, "This sword is one of the three long and two short, and the sword of General Zhao Lian Po back then was called Jinghong." ”

"When the State of Zhao was destroyed, General Lian Po went to Wei Ju Daliang, died in the State of Chu with hatred, and was buried in Shouchun," Boss Zhao took a sip of tea and said slowly, "Before he died, the general broke his sword and swore that the day the broken sword was recast was the time when General Lian Po returned." ”

"According to you, General Na Lian has been resurrected?" Xiao Zhang's eyes widened, "This is too mysterious." ”

"Boss Zhao has said that this is just a story, so what is it more serious?" I gave him another roll of the eye, which was just an attractive gimmick made up by the antique dealer to sell the goods.

"The things in this world are true and false, who can tell?" Boss Zhao's eyes were a little confused, as if he was looking at a non-existent person through us, but it was only a few minutes, and he changed his words, "Running all the way, the two of you must be tired, follow me to the room to rest." ”

We thanked us again and followed Boss Zhao into a corridor behind the screen, the corridor was much longer than we expected, there were five or six small rooms on both sides, Boss Zhao opened one of the carved wooden doors and invited us in.

I delivered takeaway with Xiao Zhang for a day, and I was busy until midnight, and I was already too tired to do anything, so I slept in the dark as soon as I got into bed.

I woke up with urine in the middle of the night, took out my mobile phone and looked, at half past four, there was still a period of time before dawn, so I woke up Zhang Sanfeng and asked him to look for WC with me.

Zhang Sanfeng also drank a lot of tea, and it is estimated that he is also anxious to urinate at this time, otherwise he would have to fry his hair.

The two of us rubbed our sleepy eyes, opened the door and walked out, but we were dumbfounded, the doors on both sides of the corridor were all exactly the same, and we couldn't tell which bathroom was at all.

"This one," Xiao Zhang pointed to the innermost room on the right-hand side, "You see, the doorknob of this door is the most worn, and it must be the most frequently used, of course, it is WC." ”

I took a look, and sure enough, the handles of the pear blossom wood had already been ground out of the pulp, Zhang Sanfeng is usually very arrogant, but he didn't expect to make a cameo appearance in Conan.

Xiao Zhang pushed open the door, looked inside, and was stunned all of a sudden, standing at the door for a long time without moving.

"Hurry up, I'm about to blow up," I pushed him to the side, squeezed him over and froze.

This room is not a toilet at all, but a storage room, which is full of ceramic bronzes, antique calligraphy and paintings, and what really makes us feel strange is that in the middle of this storage room, there is a sarcophagus!

How can an antique dealer put a coffin in a storeroom? Besides, this sarcophagus is bigger than the door, and it can't be disassembled, how did he get it in?

Now that I think about it, since I stepped into this antique shop, everything that happened has revealed an indescribable weirdness, and the biggest doubt is, how can there be an antique shop with the door open and the lights on in the middle of the night? Wait, light on? There is a power outage in the whole city today, how can you turn on the lights?

When I thought that today was Halloween, the hairs on my body stood up, could it be that this Boss Zhao was ......

I just wanted to remind Zhang Sanfeng not to die, but I didn't think that he had already walked over with his mobile phone, I sighed, closed the door, and walked over to observe the sarcophagus together.

This sarcophagus looks like it has been some years, it should have been dug out of the tomb, but I doubt Boss Zhao's motives very much, even if he is a tomb robber, I have heard that tomb robbers have stealing utensils, stealing coffin cloth, and even stealing corpses, but I have never heard of someone stealing a coffin, even if it is stealing, how can I take a Qingtong coffin, stealing this kind of sarcophagus has no value at all, is it a personal hobby?

"Little Fatty, come and see, there are words here," Xiao Zhang leaned half of his body into the sarcophagus and shouted at me, I went over to look, and sure enough, the inner wall of the sarcophagus seemed to be engraved with some words with sharp things.

It is a script similar to Jinwen, but the strokes are simple, and it is supposed to be the "Six Kingdoms Script" of the Warring States period.

From a macro point of view, the Warring States script can be divided into two systems: "Six Kingdoms Script" and "Qin State Script", "Six Kingdoms Script" refers to the writing of Han, Zhao, Wei, Qi, Chu, Yan and other small countries as well as Zhongshan, Yue, Teng and other small countries.

Fortunately, the words engraved on this sarcophagus were so simple that I could barely make them out -- I came back on July 15, the 17th year of the second year of the reign of King Xiaocheng.

"Sengoku script...... King Xiaocheng...... Could it be Zhao Xiaocheng? But this guy died after 21 years of reign, where did he come from in 2217? My mind was spinning fast, and I couldn't help but gasp.

The year 2217 of King Xiaocheng is exactly 1952, that is, sixty years ago.

Today also happens to be the fifteenth day of July, and the hundred ghosts are walking at night.

And what Boss Zhao said.

Zhao is not talented, he has wasted 60 years, and today he is just 60 years old.

The day the broken sword was forged, it was the time when the general Lian Po returned.

There is also a sentence from the strange fortune teller before leaving, the reincarnation door is open, and the six jiazi.

If you think about it carefully, isn't this one Jiazi exactly sixty years?