C159 borrowed knife

A heavy rain, which should have been filled with vigor and vitality, caused the atmosphere to be surrounded by a faint aura of worry. Fatty Wang kept praying to the buddha of the sky to stop the rain, otherwise the things we were about to do might be put on hold.

"Damn it, it should be spring rain in China now, right?" Wang Xu scolded, and I knew what he meant. This rain was indeed a little too heavy, and from the looks of it, it was still increasing. If it was in Hua Xia, then it would be a very comfortable drizzle right now.

No one answered him. Everyone quietly did what they had to do, after Fan Cunlong finished eating, he sat down silently at the side, giving the small bow that he had already untied a bowstring to, a bowstring. His expression was extremely serious and meticulous, as if he was doing the most sacred thing in his life.

Fan Cunhu aimlessly wandered around the room. He took a trident military thorn from the monkey and waved it around twice, probably feeling annoyed, so he stabbed the dagger into the table and let out a buzzing sound. The monkey helplessly looked at the youngest guy among us, pulled the dagger out from the table, wiped it, and sheathed it around his waist.

A Qilu braved the heavy rain, holding onto a dilapidated umbrella, he walked slowly in the rain, what about the broken umbrella? It was just like the one Xu Xian was holding on to on the broken bridge in the television. It was leaking, but it was no different from nothing.

He walked over and was completely drenched. After receiving the towel that I passed to him, he casually wiped his head and said, "Old Patriarch is willing to lend you the saber. However, he wants you to personally go and get it."

"Hey!" The old man has a lot of troublesome matters, isn't it fine to just hand him over to you? I really don't understand what you guys are thinking. " Hearing this, Fatty Wang snorted in dissatisfaction.

A Qilu laughed bitterly as he took off his scarf, revealing his smooth and bare skin, just like a monk in a temple.

"The old chief has already lived for more than 90 years, so it is understandable for him to be a bit stubborn. Little brother Cun Hu, when do you think we should go get a blade? "

Fan Cunhu glanced at me, meaning for me to decide.

I looked at the heavy rain outside, then looked at the broken umbrella that A Qilu was holding, and said: "Let's wait for the rain to stop, we aren't in a rush either."

Although he was very confident in our system, he couldn't just rely on his good physique to go out and take the rain, right? If there was a cold or a fever, there would be no appropriate medicine.

In this country, medicine is an extremely scarce material. Even Wang Xu, who makes me feel that he is a bit resourceful, is unable to find any medicine that I can use in a short period of time.

A Qilu stayed behind and everyone gathered together to chat about the place.

In fact, there was very little useful information. Wang Xu said that they had not entered at all, because from the very beginning, they had come across some helpless things which were lying across the path of the entrance. It was like a huge beast with its mouth wide open, waiting for someone to put it in the tiger's mouth.

This was also the reason why Wang Xu called me over. What stopped them wasn't some hidden weapon, but some strange looking objects that were displayed on a separate shelf. This kind of power was so different from that of ghosts and gods that even Zhu Tai couldn't do anything about it.

From the start to the end, other than telling me A Qilu's name, Wang Xu didn't tell me where he came from, so it wasn't wise for me to ask, but during the conversation, I secretly became wary of him. I didn't know where he came from.

The rain had stopped and it was dark.

Looking at the time, it was almost 9 PM.

Fatty Wang looked at the sky and cursed. He originally wanted to make a move today, but now with the rain, he would have to put aside his plans for the next two days.

And it was also at this night that A Qilu took me, Fatty Wang, and Fan Cunhu to the house of the old patriarch, who was still standing on the muddy road under the cover of the night and the rain.

The old patriarch's house is a little more dilapidated than the little house we stayed in.

In a small room, there was a ninety year old man who seemed to be confused as he lived there. When we went over, the old man was still awake, but he was sitting in front of his own door, looking into the darkness with dull eyes, thinking about something.

We followed the old man into the room, where a dimly lit oil lamp provided some dim light to the dark room. The old man, bent over as if he could not get up at any time, drew a long knife with a scabbard from the back room.

He seemed to be struggling, but when A Qilu went over to take the blade in the old man's hand, the old man's turbid eyes suddenly became much sharper, he looked at A Qilu, and A Qilu awkwardly retracted his hand, then stood together with us once again.

This was an old man with a story! Just by looking at those eyes which seemed to contain a lot of things, I felt as though my entire body had been thoroughly seen through. It was unknown whether this was really some ability of the old man or something unique to humans at his age.

Under the light of the lantern, the turbid eyes of the old man examined all four of us. Under the light of the lamp, the turbid eyes of the old man examined all four of us.

The old man indistinctly nodded, his gaze finally locking onto Fan Cunhu, he spoke a few words to Fan Cunhu, causing Fan Cunhu to look at the old man in a daze.

A Qilu acted as the translator in time, he said: "The old patriarch asked if you want to borrow a blade."

Just as A Qilu finished speaking, the old man's eyes glared again. He looked at A Qilu and said something, and A Qilu immediately coughed twice.

Fan Cunhu cupped his hands and said: "Yes, elder. I am lacking a weapon."

The old man continued, and A Qilu translated: "This blade comes from the east, and you also come from the east. Borrowing a blade is not a bad idea either. "

The old man used his skinny arms and tried to grab the handle of the sabre with some difficulty to pull it out, but it was clearly a failure for the first time.

A Qilu wanted to step forward to help again, but under the old man's sharp eyes, he withdrew his foot that was just about to step forward.

Three times in a row, on the third time, the old man finally pulled the similarly thin blade out of its sheath. It was only a third of its original length, but it shone brightly under the dim light.

Even someone like me, who didn't know how to use a saber, couldn't help but praise it when he saw how it looked like a lead blade that had its edge completely washed away.

But Fan Cunhu seemed to be unsatisfied and frowned, but he quickly hid his expression.

After looking at Fan Cunhu weirdly, I suddenly understood why he would have such an expression. When I thought about the Pu Dao that Fan Village was carrying on his back when he left the mountain, I realized that pure black seemed to be his favorite blade that could absorb all light.

"Yes, this looks like a very historical Tang Dao. Its edge is like a warrior who has gone through hundreds of battles. Its previous owner must have been an amazing person."

Fan Cunhu was unexpectedly enlightened, and said a lot of words of flattery. A Qilu then translated it without changing anything, and the old man revealed a sincere smile on his face that was like a skeleton with a layer of dry, fleshy skin. I couldn't help but exclaim, "Indeed, the world is like this.

But when I look at Fan Cunhu, that brat's expression was extremely serious, to the point that even I couldn't help but believe that what he said was completely true.

Could it be that honest people are gifted in deceit? I am very mean to the heart of a gentleman.

"Watching a blade is like watching a man. Young man, you are very talented in the path of the blade. You need to continue. It's not often that a young person like you is like this."

The old man and Fan Cunhu were flattering each other, causing me to roll my eyes. I never thought that he would actually have such hobbies after growing up, and Wang Xu's expression was more or less the same as mine. He looked at the old man then at Fan Cunhu, and smiled gently.

"Yes, I understand." Fan Cunhu bowed respectfully.

The old man continued, "Just as you said, this is a genuine Hundred Refined Steel Tang Dao that originated from very early on. My ancestors obtained it very early on, and it is very sharp."

As the old man spoke, his murky eyes suddenly exploded with an intimidating brilliance. I could actually feel a lot of hostility and killing intent from him, so sharp that it seemed as though he could pierce through the heavens.

Fatty Wang's expression was also startled, but Fan Cunhu's face became even more respectful.

"But! Young man, you have to understand that a blade is not something that you can casually borrow.

Fan Cunhu nodded his head, and said: "Using a blade to kill someone, if you don't drink enough blood, you will not return to your original scabbard."

The old man's expression softened. He continued, "The blade does not leave any blood. That is a truly good blade. The knife was then forged a second time, and the ancestor decided to add three slots to it. Therefore, the blade is a bit more brittle than the real Hundred Refined Tang, but its lethality is even greater! "

"I'll lend you the knife tonight. I hope you can return the knife soon. It's been a long time since it drank blood. I can hear its unyielding roars."

As he spoke, the old man put the blade back into its sheath. It made a "whoosh" sound, which was very crisp.

Fan Cunlong respectfully nodded and replied: "I will."

"Alright, take the knife!"

The old man held the blade very seriously with both hands and slowly handed it over to Fan Cunhu. On the other hand, Fan Cunhu knelt down on one knee and used both hands to receive the blade from the old man.

This complicated sequence of events caused me to stare in shock.