"The sword has been caught?" Han Yi stopped his sword momentum and repeated a sentence in his mouth, his face full of surprise.

Han Xiaoye also ran out of the house, she heard the movement, so she ran out barefoot, and was burned twice on the ground before thinking about finding slippers.

"Big brother, let's go, let's see what the sword looks like!" Han Xiaoye put on his slippers, and at this time, he walked like flying, not to mention that his buttocks hurt, and he took Han Yi's arm and ran towards the village committee compound.

Han Yi followed and ran to the compound of the village committee, and when the two arrived, there were already many people in the courtyard, all gathered around to watch the excitement.

Han Yi looked into the crowd, the third grandfather, the fifth grandfather, and a few older generations, plus the village chief, were cleaning up a wooden box.

When the fifth master saw Han Yi coming, he beckoned to him, and Han Yi pulled Han Xiaoye and squeezed over.

When I got closer, I saw that this wooden box, which was more than one meter long, was covered with mud, but there was no trace of decay, which was amazing.

"The bottom of the water is 10,000 years old, and the fire burns the maple for a thousand years."

When the Third Patriarch said this, his fingers tapped on the cleaned surface of the sword box, and the sound of the bell came out, feeling like it was knocking on an unripe watermelon.

After knocking, the third grandfather nodded and said, "The seal is intact, it seems that there is no water." After speaking, the old man sighed, "I still kept this sword after all!"

When Han Yi heard this, he went outside to look for his grandfather, and saw a complicated look on his grandfather's face. Looking back at the third grandfather, he had already stepped aside and stopped meddling, letting the fifth grandfather and the village chief Uncle Bao Zheng clean the sword box.

The two cleaned up quickly, took the rag, cleaned and washed the water over and over again, and the mud disappeared after a while, revealing the original appearance of the sword box.

It turned out to be made of pine.

Han Yi was close to him, and he wanted to help but was stopped by the fifth master, and at this time, he saw that the sword box that had been cleaned up showed a faint yellow, although the texture was still blurred, but as the water washed over and over again, the lines on the box were also clear, and Han Yi saw that there were still boil scars in the places, and he knew that it was made of high-quality wood.

After waiting for a while, the sword box was thoroughly rinsed, and a new clean hand towel was carefully wiped twice before it was placed on the stone table in the village committee compound.

This sword box is about one meter, square and long, it looks simple and generous, and now it is cleaned, and the stripes on the surface are exposed to give people a full and smooth feeling.

"Ancestor, it's okay," Uncle Baozheng, the village chief, invited Ancestor, "Do you think it's open now?"

Old Ancestor slowly moved his steps, walked to the sword box, stretched out his hand, touched the sword box, slid from one end to the other, his eyes followed the flow of his fingers, and finally raised his hand and greeted Han Yi, "Xiao Yi, you come, this sword will be yours in the future, you come and open it." ”

The Third Patriarch stepped aside and beckoned Han Yi over.

Han Xiaoye pushed Han Yi beside him, and pushed Han Yi, who was still staring at the sword box, to the front of the stone table, Han Yi glanced at the ancestor, saw the ancestor nodded, pointed to the switch of the sword box, and Han Yi touched the sword box with his hand.

As soon as he touched it, Han Yi seemed to feel that his heart was beating sharply, but this feeling was fleeting, Han Yi shook his head a little, he is now cultivating the Taishang Jade Axis Six-Character Qi Technique, not to mention the sudden and large heartbeat, that is, every normal beating can be felt clearly, it may be a hallucination, Han Yi thought about it and found the sword box clasp.

Don't look at the sword box itself is not rotten, but the iron mouth is rusty and dead together, and at this time it has no appearance, even if it is washed with water many times, it is full of green iron filings.

The lock is rusty, but it has rotted and has no rigidity, which naturally makes it difficult for Han Yi, as soon as his stomach bulges, the hairs on his hands will explode, the pores are bulging like iron, and the two fingers are like scissors, pinching and twisting, clicking twice, and cutting off the really rusty lock.

Putting the lock on the stone table, and gradually the crowd quieted down, Han Yi took a deep breath, relaxed the hairs on his palm, and with a squeak, he lifted the sword box.

A musty smell came out, Han Yi waved his palm, and the wind blew the mildew away, flattened the lid, and then looked inside the sword box, a sword nearly one meter long was lying quietly in the bright yellow soft cloth.

Seeing this scabbard, Han Yi's heart jumped involuntarily, the scabbard was like a whip, but it wasn't, Han Yi looked at the layers like a small house, and like the rows of pavilions connected to the top of the scabbard, silently counted, there are nine floors, and if you look closely, it feels like a pagoda.

It is said that the pagoda is used to worship the relics left by the monks after their deaths, and it is used to hold the sword, which is really extraordinary.

Thinking like this, Han Yi touched it with his tentacles, there is this thin gray layer, the Cambridge is not smooth, there are nine layers in total, each layer has reliefs, mostly in the shape of a dragon, but Han Yi feels that it is not very similar to the dragon on TV, but it looks like a Jiao, or a cockroach.

These decorations all have demeanor, some are half-squatting, some are flying, some are domineering, some are fierce, some are serene and calm, and the whole scabbard gives Han Yi a vast sense of ancient charm.

Looking at the hilt of the sword, it is made of the same material as the scabbard, about the length of a ruler, and there is a blood-red gem at the sword grid. Han Yi took the sword out of the sword box, and it was very heavy in his hand, and he felt that it weighed about five or six catties.

Seeing Han Yi take out the sword, everyone's eyes were attracted, and when they saw the shape of the sword again, they couldn't help but feel hot in their hearts.

[This sword has been passed down in Hanjia Village for several generations, and I finally saw it in a few days. 】

[Yes, when my grandfather was alive, he was willing to talk to me about this!]

[This ancestral hall is repaired correctly, Han Yike has fished out a treasure!]

[Don't say cool words, if you have the ability, you can also take out 300,000 yuan, and the third ancestor of this sword will be passed on to you!]

Village chief Han Baozheng listened to the discussion of the villagers, and also looked at the sword, when he was a child, when the adults coaxed the treasure hunt to do the game, he found all the hidden things, but the sword could not be found, I saw it today, and it seemed that he also had a wish, but when he saw the reckless ancient charm of this sword, as soon as he was taken out of the sword box, it became the center of the audience, it seemed to be a proud sword, he was thinking like this, and he heard "Wow!" as if two pieces of iron were rubbed.

The white light shines.

Han Yi held the sword in his hand and felt the weight, then looked left and right, and saw that the sword body was asymmetrical, as if it was cut by a machine, Han Yi knew that after three years of casting a sword, it was by no means blown.

He took a breath, took the scabbard in his right hand, held it horizontally in front of him, and took the hilt of the sword in his left hand, and drew it outward.

"Wow!"

The silver light and white qi stabbed out, as if an incandescent lamp had suddenly been lit, Han Yi's body was startled, and a cool breath involuntarily emerged from the acupoint of the coccyx of his spine, rushing down his spine to his Heavenly Spirit Gai, and then his whole body exploded, and even his hair stood up like friction and electricity.

There was only one thought left in his dazzling white light: he had not been out of the sheath for decades, and as soon as he came out of the sheath, he would have a sword aura!