Qi Chen is not very unfamiliar with this place in Xigang. He has a relative who is from Xigang. When he was in elementary school, he followed his parents to attend the funeral of his elders, and when he was in middle school, he went to a wedding with him.
His deepest impression of the place is that it is always rainy, and it is located next to a river and guards the waterway.
Lao Yuan's prediction was correct. He started from the scene of the treasure appraiser conference and drove for a little more than an hour before entering the boundary of Westport. The place he lives is not in the central business district of Xigang City, but in the east, in the landscape villa area of Linjiang.
This row of villas and the central business district are only separated by a few long streets, and it is only a ten-minute drive away. It can be said that life is very convenient. There is a river in the back, with a wide field of vision and excellent scenery.
As soon as he got out of the car and saw the house, Qi Chen put on a calm face, secretly stunned in his heart - even though Xigang is not a first-tier city, the prices and prices are not low.
But when he really entered Lao Yuan's house, Qi Chen's feeling changed again, because it was too quiet, so quiet that it was almost deserted.
The decoration in the house is very Chinese, full of ancient style, without losing the taste. It should have been designed by a special person. The place where the decorations should be placed is never empty, and the place that should be left blank is never placed in the eye. It feels like it's set up just right.
The only fly in the ointment is that this house is too unpopular.
It was as if no one else lived here except Lao Yuan.
However, Qi Chen is not a rash person. He didn't open his mouth and asked, "What about your family?" Instead, he suppressed the doubts in his heart and lowered his head to change his shoes at the door.
"It's alright, you don't need to change, just come in." Lao Yuan said politely.
"In such a big place, it will be troublesome to clean it if you step on it." Qi Chen said with a smile, and changed the old Yuan's guest slippers with Long Ya.
"There are cleaners who will come to clean regularly. Besides, I live alone, so I don't pay much attention to it." Lao Yuanzhuo pulled his slippers and wanted to bring them into the living room to sit down and rest, "What do you two experts like to drink, I am young here. There may not be anything that people like to drink, but there is a lot of tea. There are also snacks, which I just asked someone to bring a few days ago. It tastes very good, try it? "
He seemed to welcome the guests at home, seemed in a good mood, and was almost attentive.
Lao Yuan's age can be regarded as the same generation as Qi Chen's parents. Every time he sees a person of this age, he is excited about something like a child, and the defense in his heart will be silently torn away.
"Oh, I'm not busy eating and drinking, we're full." However, Long Ya raised his hand to interrupt Lao Yuan, and as always, he said impatiently, "Isn't it that there are still things at home that need to be checked? Just go and have a look. "
'Oh! Good, good... It's upstairs. "Old Yuan, who was interrupted, didn't insist, and immediately followed Long Ya's intention and turned around and walked towards the stairs with the two of them. The older people seem to have a bad memory, so they all walked in front of the stairs. After taking a step forward, he said at a loss: "Huh? What about the sword? "
Qi Chen kindly reminded: "You leaned it against the corner of the living room after you entered the door."
"Oh yes! Look at my memory!" Lao Yuan smiled apologetically, retracted his feet, hurried to the living room, picked up the long black cloth that was leaning against the corner, and went back to the stairs, leading Qi Chen and Longya walked up, and couldn't help but apologetically muttered as they walked: "As I get older, my memory is getting worse and worse, and I often forget where things are when I turn around."
Lao Yuan's house is similar in arrangement to many villas. The first floor is mainly a place for meeting guests, and the second floor is the master bedroom and several guest rooms. However, the master bedroom and the guest room are not completely connected, but separated by a study.
And the other things he said that need to be identified are placed in the study.
The layout of the study is also very simple and atmospheric. The entire wall behind the desk is embedded with a solid wood bookcase, which is full of books and folders, both old and new, and occasionally some simple china or potted plants. The floor was covered with a light gray carpet, and as soon as I walked in, the sound of footsteps was drowned out by the carpet.
But these things passed in a flash in Qi Chen's eyes, and he didn't leave any special impression. After he entered the study, all his attention fell on the cabinet in the corner of the study.
It was a long vertical cabinet, the height of one person and the size of a refrigerator. The base was made of dark solid wood, and it was covered with a square glass cover, so that people could see what was inside at a glance.
"This is-armor?" Qi Chen walked to the glass cabinet and couldn't help but widen his eyes, "This... is it collected with Mo Dao?"
"Yes." Lao Yuan also stood in front of the glass cabinet, his eyes swept the armor from the beginning to the end, followed Qi Chen and the others to stand quietly for a while, then walked to the desk and put the black long cloth bag in his hand on the table. Up, carefully untying the layers of entanglement, revealing the Mo Dao inside.
He took out a key, inserted it into the keyhole on the side of the glass cabinet, opened the glass cabinet, brought the Mo knife over, and put it in carefully.
This is probably a custom-made cabinet, and there should be a bracket in it. I saw that Mo Dao, with its tip pointing upwards, stood there straight, integrated with the armor, as if it was held in the hands of the person wearing the armor.
Lao Yuan is a generous person. He held the cabinet door with one hand and did not lock it immediately. Instead, he said to Qi Chen and Long Ya, "Two experts, this is what I want you to help take a look at. I took the armor and this Mo Dao together, including the broken bow and the broken arrows next to them. Actually, they can’t be counted together. Let’s divide them into two batches and collect them from the same person. This is the first time. When I went there, I only saw this pair of armor, so I took it back, and I was looking for someone to make a special cabinet. The man told me that there were some good things, so I went to sweep it around, and picked up this Mo Dao, As for the broken bow and broken arrow, they were all recovered easily."
Although Lao Yuan picked it up twice, the armor and Mo Dao, and even the broken bow and broken arrow leaning against the armor's feet, were harmonious as if they were a complete set.
No matter the degree of oxidation, or the traces of years, even the scars on it look very uniform. And this armor style, if Qi Chen is not mistaken, is indeed the standard style of the Tang Dynasty.
The standard armor of the Tang Dynasty, the Modao used by the standard army of the Tang Dynasty, and the bows and arrows most of the soldiers were equipped with.
If they are all genuine, then this may not be a complete set.
"Do you need to take them out for a look?" Lao Yuan asked, and then immediately added: "It's okay, I will take them out occasionally to clean the cabinet."
"No, just lock it." Before Qi Chen could speak, Long Ya raised his chin and signaled to Lao Yuan to close the cabinet door, as if he knew it.
Lao Yuan nodded and carefully locked the glass cabinet door.
Qi Chen moved closer, looking at the armor carefully through the cabinet door.
That is the Mingguang armor used in the Tang Dynasty. From the head guard, to the breastplate, arm guard, to the knee skirt and hanging legs, almost the whole set has been preserved.
The reason why Mingguang armor is called Mingguang is because the breast protection glasses are polished and smooth. When the sun shines on the battlefield, the reflected light is so bright that it is named Mingguang armor.
It's just that the armor in front of him has been worn away by the vicissitudes of life, and it has become dull and rusty, lifeless, and there are obvious signs of being split at the waist, soaked with blood, rust and dust, and it is long gone.
Qi Chen straightened up and glanced at Longya, saw Longya nodded, and then told Lao Yuan the answer he could know just by getting closer: "Really." He was still concise.
Lao Yuan made an "oh" and repeated: "That's good, that's good. Thank you both of you, I was dragged here all the way, if you're not busy, I'll take you back after having dinner here. , just when I talk to express my feelings, huh?"
Qi Chen waved his hands again and again and said, "I won't eat the meal, I just want to trouble you for another trip. On the way I came here, I saw that it was overcast in Xigang. If I don't leave late, it will probably rain."
"I see it too, the sky is getting darker than usual. We have more rainy days here in this season, and we always have a game every now and then." Lao Yuan agreed, and then persuaded a few more words, still wanting to keep them Come down to eat.
As a result, just as he was talking, he heard a few thunders suddenly rolling down outside.
Following Long Ya's experience of being chased and split by Jiutian Xuanlei, Qi Chen is now extremely sensitive to thunder. In the past, when I heard thunder, my intuition was that it was going to rain, but now when I heard thunder, my intuition was, "I won't be hacked again, right?!"
He glanced at Long Ya subconsciously, and after being returned by Long Yabai, he reacted and walked to the window to have a look.
Westport is really a willful place. Two muffled thunder rolled over, and the rain stopped for a while and fell without hitting. It's easier than the rainstorm that comes in Jiang City in summer.
There was almost no transition in the rain, and it fell quite heavily as soon as it came up, and listening to the "rushing" of the rain, there was a trend of getting bigger and bigger.
As soon as Lao Yuan heard the sound of the rain, he immediately said: "Hey, two experts, look, this God wants to keep you guys down for a meal! It's raining urgently, but it won't last long, so listen to me. , I'll take you back here when the rain stops. You didn't come to Westport very often, right? When it rains, Jiang Jing is not bad at all!"
Qi Chen couldn't beat him, and he was still a little hesitant, when he heard Long Ya wave his hand very abnormally and make a decision: "It's done! Let's go after the rain stops!"
Since Uncle Long opened his mouth, Qi Chen could only follow him obediently, so the two followed behind Lao Yuan towards the outside of the study, planning to go downstairs.
Qi Chenzui was the last one, and when he was about to leave the study door, he heard a "woohoo" whistle from a distance not too far from here. It was probably raining. What are the instructions for stopping the shore.
The whistle sounded several times in a row, and it came from a distance and in a low voice. In this heavy rain, it was quite a mood.
He took the door of the study for Lao Yuan, but when he just closed the door, at the moment when the whistle stopped, he seemed to hear the sound of "tuk-tuk-tuk" coming from the study, like It was like someone was knocking on the door...