Long Ya strode over, ignoring the stunned expressions of Meng Chen and Meng Siping. He picked up the thing that was disfigured by fake rust from the box holding the silk, and held it in his hand with a force. The layer of red-spotted green rust, which was designed to fool the layman, made a "kara" sound, almost bursting open.
He put the scattered rust ball into the palm of his left hand, and then snorted coldly, threw the rust from that hand on the table, and spread out the palm of his right hand.
This time, Qi Chen finally saw the true face of that thing - as he had guessed, that cylindrical object was indeed the handle of the Dragon Tooth Saber. Like the Dragon Tooth Saber, although the handle is made of bronze, it has no traces of over a thousand years, and it is as clean as new. The dragon head on the top is also lifelike, with the same animal beauty as the dragon tooth knife.
There was rust before, only the longan looked dark, Qi Chen thought that the two exquisite orbs of Longya were embedded in the longan, and thought: What a pair of white eyes!
Now that the rust has been removed, I found out that the longan was also carved, with a sense of ferocity. It is not as dead as it was before, and it is a bit funny.
What is really vacant is the lower middle of the handle head. There is a groove on one side that is slightly larger than the bean, which is used to inlay the exquisite orbs.
Qi Chen had already imagined in his mind what the Dragon Tooth Saber would look like in complete repair—the animal teeth and the dragon's head had a sense of arrogance, and the Linglong Orb added a bit of extravagance, coupled with the cold killing intent of the narrow blade itself, Sure enough, it is a famous sword with unique temperament.
He and Long Ya scrambled their knives together in their heads. Meng Chen and Meng Siping, who were stunned, were stunned for a while, and finally recovered.
Meng Chen was a little heartless. When he saw the handle head in the palm of Longya, his first reaction was to point at the handle head and say to his father, "Look! I said that the rust is fake and it will fall off as soon as you peel it off! I still don't believe it. !"
Meng Siping didn't bother to pay attention to him at all, but stared at the handle of the knife in Longya's hand, opened his mouth several times, and then stammered: "You, you—just crush the rust for me directly. ?"
Qi Chen's heart was tight, and his heart was finished. At this time, questioning Longya was the rhythm of death. He couldn't let Uncle Meng provoke Longya. He took a step forward, trying to hold Meng Siping's hand to stop him from talking.
As a result, Meng Siping's next sentence made Qi Chen stagger under his feet, and he heard a "hiss", looking at Longya with a toothache and said, "How can you pinch with your bare hands, don't your hands hurt! No matter if it was originally there or made later, it’s rust anyway, can it be okay to accidentally stick a piece into the meat?”
Qi Chen: "..."
Longya: "..."
"Young people don't want to be impulsive like this, just tell me the real and fake ones. You don't have to show me so directly. How can Uncle Meng be such a stubborn person?" Meng Siping looked at Longya's hand. The head of the handle in the inside looked at Longya's hand again, and the ramble was almost endless, and Longya was stunned when he heard it.
This ancestor is already mentally prepared for Meng Siping to find a slap in the face, and he still wants to endure it for the sake of Qi Chen's face. Nagging, the flames soaring are like being poured over a basin of water, and the sound of "poof" is boring.
I almost choked out a mouthful of old blood from Longya.
Before Qi Chen and Long Ya could reply, Meng Chen had already spoken for them, and he saw him twitching the corners of his mouth and saying to his dad, "Come on, dad, don't take advantage of the lack of response. Come over and put gold on your face. Can I argue with you about the authenticity of this thing? It’s just rusty. I’ve told you no less than ten times. Have you heard? So - oops my head!"
Facts have proved that Meng Siping did not commit suicide, and there were people who did. Before Meng Chen could finish his words, he was slapped on the back of the head by his father and scolded with laughter, "I see if you can hold back for five minutes. Find and clean up! No big or small! Go ahead! I'm having a professional discussion with others, what are you doing, go and serve dishes to your mother and Aunt Xiao! Otherwise, I must have been wrong in the past, what do I think? I think Xiaochen is more pleasing to the eye than you!"
Meng Chen scratched the back of his head, opened his mouth and shouted, "Hey, Uncle Meng, I'll go to the kitchen to help." Daughter-in-law, jumping out of the study.
As soon as he went out, Long Ya and Qi Chen finally recovered from the series of unexpected chatter.
Meng Siping didn't want to die, and of course Longya wouldn't be unreasonable if he had to blow up twice to be happy. He glanced at the handle in his hand, and said to Meng Siping earnestly, "Negotiate something with you."
"Ah? What's the matter?" Meng Siping looks quite natural and pollution-free, but he is not really stupid. On the contrary, he and his son Meng Chen are both stupid when they should be stupid, and smart when they should be smart. .
It was the first time they met. He asked Xu Liang to call him his uncle, but he never let Longya call him. He didn't even mind Longya's "no big or small" tone of voice at all, and he didn't feel awkward at all.
As soon as he heard Long Ya's words, he walked towards the door of the study and raised his hand very politely to close the study door.
"Hey - Uncle Meng wait a minute!" Before he could close, Xu Liang suddenly opened his mouth.
I saw him saying "I'm going to help in the kitchen too", while leaving the study, he also helped the people in the house to close the door.
These two are so good, Long Ya has nothing to get angry about, he almost calmly flipped the handle in his hand, and said to Meng Siping: "Tell you the truth, your son and Xu Liang is right, the rust on the top was indeed made later, and I don't know which brain is sick to take off his pants and fart. Rust is easier to catch people."
After listening to him finish a paragraph, Meng Siping did not rush to speak out. As soon as he heard this, he knew there was more to come, so he continued to wait for Longya to speak.
Sure enough, Long Ya continued: "But—they are right, but you are right. This thing is indeed a serious bronze product, a real antique, four thousand years ago."
Meng Siping: "..."
He said it lightly, without taking into account the heart capacity of the elderly comrades present.
When Meng Siping heard about that era, he almost didn't catch his breath. He held on to the edge of the desk to stabilize himself, and then asked again with a trembling voice, "What? How many years ago?"
"Do you know Xia?" Long Ya twitched the corners of his mouth, and said again patiently: "At that time, things in the end period were less than four thousand years old, but it was almost the same."
For a person like Longya, a hundred years can only be counted as fractions, and they can be rounded up to make up the whole.
People who talk like this will frighten an old man like Meng Siping.
"Oh my mother—" Meng Siping sighed as he stabilized the table. It took a long time for him to come back to his senses and say, "This... how did you find out? Have you seen the information about this?"
From the beginning to the end, Long Ya only glanced at the handle of the knife, and the patina was broken, and he hardly looked at the details. Even Meng Siping, even a layman, knew that this was unusual.
"I haven't read the information." Longya firmly denied it.
Meng Shiping: "Then how can you be sure—"
Longya: "Of course I can be sure, because it's mine."
Meng Siping: "..."
Qi Chen: "..."
If it is replaced by anyone, who points at other people's purchases in someone else's study and talks like this, he will definitely be forked out.
Rao is a man of Meng Siping's temperament, and he couldn't help but twitched his mouth and scratched his ears: "No, what did you just say?"
"I said it's my thing." Long Ya was a little impatient, but he repeated it.
"..." Meng Siping couldn't help but look at Qi Chen, "Xiaochen, this—"
As soon as Longya didn't speak, Qi Chen felt a pain in his liver for a while, he glanced at Longya with a paralyzed face, and had to swallow the old blood in his heart, silently took over the mess, and said to Meng Siping: "Meng Siping Uncle, he really didn't talk nonsense. This thing was originally his, but he lost it later. He has been looking for it for a long time, and now that he has finally found it, he is in a hurry to speak. "
"Oh—that's what it means!" As soon as Qi Chen explained, Meng Siping came to understand, and even guessed what Longya's so-called negotiation was about, "You want to take this thing back, right? Ah! No problem! I originally bought it with the mentality of picking it up and playing it. It's not that serious. It's only right and proper to return it to the original owner. It would be unreasonable for me to hold you back after you've been looking for it for so long."
Long Ya is a straight man, and he doesn't like to go around in circles. Hearing that he is so refreshing, he naturally responds: "It would be great if you are willing to take action. I heard from Meng Chen that you spent more than a thousand to buy this thing?"
Hearing this, Meng Siping waved his hands again and again: "Hey—you have such a strong relationship with Xiaochen, in my opinion, taking your money is taking his money, Xiaochen is like my second son in my eyes, How can a Laozi give a little thing and ask his son for money, I don't know about others, anyway, it doesn't make sense to me Meng Siping!"
The first half of these words sounded quite refreshing to Long Ya, but he has never been in the mood to get close to others. Although Meng Siping has a very friendly personality, he is still a stranger to him. To be precise, in the past few thousand years, apart from Qi Chen, Guanghe and the gang, as well as Huijia and others, everyone else was a stranger to Longya.
To strangers, he has always owed nothing.
After listening to Meng Siping's words, he didn't refute it. He replied with a casual "um", then took out his mobile phone and quickly tapped the screen with his finger.
Meng Siping thought that Longya agreed with him, and was about to pat Longya on the shoulder and say "that's right" when he heard the phone ring in his pocket. When he took it out, Long Ya was already holding the hilt and dragged Qi Chen out.
As he walked out of the study behind them, he muttered and looked down at his mobile phone, and saw a new SMS notification popped up on the screen, showing that his bank card was newly transferred to an account, and the amount was 2,000.
Meng Siping: "..."
He stared at the phone for a while, then walked quickly to the living room. While Xu Liang and Meng Chen were in the kitchen before they came out, he said to Long Ya, "This... did you transfer money to my card?"
Longya didn't lift his eyelids: "No."
It's stupid to believe him!
After a long while, Meng Siping said in surprise, "...but how do you know my bank card number?"
He felt that although he was not young and slightly old, he couldn't see it clearly before someone put something as long as a palm in his pocket in front of him. But he found that Long Ya's wrist moved, and somehow, the big hilt disappeared out of thin air.
Meng Siping: "..."
Then Longya moved for some reason, and a stack of paper pages appeared in his hand. The paper looked very old, and the characters on it didn't look like the current font. It's just that as soon as Longya took out the stack of papers, he paused as if thinking of something, and his brows gradually wrinkled.
He thought for a moment, as if to verify something, and suddenly lowered his head and quickly flipped the page twice, and drew two side-by-side comparisons.
Meng Siping was completely dumbfounded when he watched it beside him. He felt as if he had seen something remarkable, or to be precise, he had seen something remarkable. From the first time he saw Longya, he felt that this person was different from ordinary people. As for the difference, he didn't see it at the time, it was all based on feeling.
At this moment, he may be able to understand a little...
Of course, at this time, Qi Chen could no longer pay attention to Meng Siping's expression, but looked at Long Ya and asked, "What? What did you think of?"
Long Ya grabbed the stack of pages and looked at it for a while, then nodded and said to Qi Chen, "I have to go to Yundu Mountain! I know what this red mark is about."
Qi Chen: "..." It's really different when the head comes back.
After Long Ya finished saying this, he grabbed Qi Chen and looked like he was going to leave.
Meng Siping said in surprise: "Why are you going? Don't you want to eat?"
Just as Qi Chen was about to explain, he heard Long Ya say to Meng Siping, "It's just time to buy something, I'll be back in time for dinner."
Meng Siping was shocked by his ability to tell nonsense with his eyes open: "..." How about fooling a ghost
But before he could stop him, Long Ya took Qi Chen to open the door and walked out. Before Qi Chen was dragged away, he subconsciously made a move to Meng Siping - he put his index finger on his lips, meaning Banned.
After doing this, he was stunned for a moment.
At that moment, that familiar but incapable feeling came again.
Several thunders suddenly sounded in the sky, and rumblingly rolled through the air, with the ground trembling a little, the sky was dark blue, and there was no tendency to stop the rain.
Qi Chen only had time to look out through the window of the corridor, and was hugged by Longya. He closed his eyes and opened them, and then he flashed to the foot of Yundu Mountain.
The two were familiar with the road and landed on the real Yundu Mountain. Next to the boulder at the mountain gate, they waited for Daochang Li who flew over and wore a light Taoist robe.
Just like last time, when Li Daochang landed, he was still wearing a cold disguise. I didn't really want to care about you.
Long Ya directly ignored his stinky problem, and shoved the stack of paper pages directly into Daochang Li's hand, saying, "Help me make a picture."
"What?" Li Daochang scratched his ears.
"A total of three hundred or so. Help me spell them out in the correct way." Longya said straight to the point.
Li Daochang: "... Leader Long, if you continue to abuse me, the head of Yundu Mountain, I will ask someone to fork you out!"
Long Ya let out a "tsk" and patted the stack of pages, almost missing Li Daochang's face: "I'll ask your junior brother to fork you out if you die seriously. Do you believe it or not? You'll know when you see it. !"
Li Daochang pouted, took the stack of pages, and reluctantly turned them one by one. After reading more than a dozen pages, his expression gradually became serious. He did not continue to turn, but shook. The page in his hand asked, "Where did you get these?"
Long Ya waited with his arms crossed. Hearing his question, he turned to look at Qi Chen and asked Li Daochang, "What do you think?"
Li Daochang glanced at Qi Chen, looked at the team leader Yanlong again, opened his mouth, seemed to have something to ask, but in the end he closed his mouth and nodded, then grabbed the stack of papers and rushed to Longya and Qi Chen He waved like he was chasing flies: "Okay, you can get out of here, there is a lot of fun in the back mountain, so I'm kind enough to take care of you, at most an hour, I'll send someone over after I've finished."
Hearing what he said, Long Ya simply took Qi Chen back, and when he landed outside Meng Chen's house, Qi Chen couldn't help but ask: "Team Long, what is the red thing, why did Dao Li fight? ?"
Long Ya replied: "Because only he can spell it out, that red mark is nothing but an incomplete rune."