Chapter 114 : extremely sharp
In a quaint town, there was an affable flower woman. One day, a young man, Xu Qing, came to the antique shop of the flower woman with a seemingly ordinary ancient sword. The flower woman looked at him with gratitude in her eyes, but she still firmly refused the money he handed over. She thought that this young man had deliberately chosen a useless ancient sword to give her money.
However, Xu Qing took out all the cash from his wallet and stuffed it into the flower woman, indicating that the sword had special value to him. The flower woman was confused by his actions. Looking at the thick stack of banknotes in her hand, she began to wonder if this sword was really as valuable as he said.
Xu Qing looked at the confusion on the face of the flower woman, and some anxiously urged: "Grandma, why don't you talk?" I have to go home and do my homework!" Then, he picked up the ancient sword and casually inserted it into his schoolbag, revealing only the rusty hilt. It looked rather comical.
As night fell, Xu Qing rode his electric motorcycle home. As soon as she entered, she was shocked by Han Xue, who was sitting on the sofa watching a soap opera. Han Xue looked at him and smiled." Young Master Xu from Kailuslas is back!" She had already seen the Phantom in the garage.
At the same time, Qin Bing was sitting on the sofa with a glass of fruit juice. When she saw the ancient sword hilt on Xu Qing's back, she couldn't help but laugh." Qingzi, you brought a cane to school. Why don't you finish it?" Xu Qing proudly pulled out the ancient sword and waved it a few times. He smiled and said," This isn't sugar cane. This is my precious ancient sword!"
This story shows Xu Qing's confidence and creativity in a relaxed and humorous way. He deals with things in a unique way, making people feel his wisdom and charm in reading. The characters such as Hua Zi, Han Xue and Qin Bing also have their own characteristics, which makes the story more vivid and interesting. Oh, isn't this just a legendary sword? Look at the sharpness. It'll cut iron like mud. But then again, Young Master Xu, you're too careless. You've just bought a car and you've already done this. It's really hard to laugh or cry.
Xu Qing ah Xu Qing, what's wrong with you? Run upstairs with half a sword in hand. Do you want to repair it yourself? Haha, forget it. Let's just leave him alone.
Anyway, this sword was quite interesting. You see, it's a layer of rust on the surface, but it's actually a shell. Remove this shell, and the sword inside will truly appear. It was really a sword hidden in a sword. There was nothing strange about it since ancient times!
Xu Qing took out the carving knife that Elder Xue had given him, took out a small file, and began to peel off the rust on the ancient sword. He had long discovered that this layer of rust was actually a shell. Only after removing it would the sword inside be able to see the light of day again. He scraped harder and harder, as if he were digging for a treasure.
Half an hour later, a cold dagger finally showed its shape that had been sealed for countless years. This dagger was about 40 centimeters long with a handle and two fingers wide. The ridge in the middle of the blade was triangular, and both sides were sloping downward. The shape was somewhat similar to that of a modern military bayonet. However, the most amazing thing was that there were actually two ancient characters engraved on the sword one inch near the mouth. The writing was pictographic, reminiscent of ancient legends and cultures.
Xu Qing held the dagger, his heart filled with excitement and emotion. He knew that this sword definitely had an extraordinary story and history, and perhaps there was a legendary story hidden behind it. Now that the sword has finally been revealed, new legends and stories await it. The ancient sword hiding time, fading the rust of history, its inner edge is still as cold as spring. Xu Qing held it in his hand, as if he could feel the coldness of the sword. In an instant, the temperature in the room seemed to drop. This sword was mysterious and powerful, causing goosebumps to appear on his arm.
"Ha ha! What a good sword." Xu Qing smiled, excitement flashing in his eyes. He took out a paperweight from his drawer and cut it with his sword seemingly casually.
A crisp sound echoed in the air, but Xu Qing felt as if the sword in his hand had cut through the air smoothly. However, the marble paperweight on the ground had been split into two. He looked down and saw that the fracture was as smooth as a mirror. It was amazing.
Xu Qing's heart and the hand holding the sword trembled together. The sharpness of this short sword was beyond his imagination. Every cell in his body was boiling at this moment. A bold idea flashed through his mind." This sword can cut through iron like mud. Why don't we try it again?"
He held his sword in one hand and rummaged in a drawer with the other. " Iron, iron, iron…" he muttered, but he accidentally found three steel coins. He decided to test the sharpness of the sword with the coins.
The sword fell, and a crisp cutting sound rang out. Xu Qing felt resistance for a moment, then disappeared without a trace. He looked down and his heart skipped a beat. The three coins had been neatly cut in half. Even the marble paperweight was split in two, the cut smooth as a mirror.
Xu Qing turned the sword and examined it carefully. He laughed, first a snicker, then a laugh. The dagger was worth far more than he had paid for it. Even without the mysterious dark green gas, this sword was definitely worth it.
His laughter echoed through the room, his excitement palpable. The sharpness and power of this ancient sword shocked him. Now he had a real sword, a sword that could cut iron like mud. This unexpected harvest made him ecstatic, as if he had picked up a huge treasure. Xu Qing, this young martial artist, had a special liking for that ancient short sword. He decided to completely restore this sword that had experienced many vicissitudes. He gently scraped the rust off the hilt with his carving knife, as if he were talking to history, and each knife was full of respect. Then he found a piece of emery paper and carefully polished the hilt to make it feel comfortable again.
The blade of the sword was wrapped in an old garment to protect the sharpness of the sword and prevent it from stabbing him. He knew that this dagger already belonged to him. He wanted to forge it into a true divine weapon. He planned to find a suitable scabbard in a few days, so that this short sword could better display its might.
Martial arts was Xu Qing's passion. After cleaning up the rust on his desk, he ran to the bathroom and took a cold shower, allowing his body and mind to relax completely. Then, he sat cross-legged on his bed and began to cultivate his Zhengyang Art. After interacting with the members of Huaxia Martial Spirit today, his love for martial arts had deepened.
In the following days, Xu Qing's life became tense and full of vitality. Apart from studying, he devoted himself to martial arts and constantly improved his Zhengyang Technique. From time to time, he would go to Xue's hometown to eat and chat with Old Xue. Now, he could carve some simple pendants. He often displayed his proud works in front of Old Xue and exchanged them for a delicious meal.
Xu Qing knew that although his life was ordinary, every day was full of challenges and opportunities. He looked forward to the future, looking forward to being able to create his own wonderful life in this ordinary life. This dagger would accompany him and witness his growth and struggle.