The Book of Troubled Times Chapter 82

  Chapter 82 Swords have souls

   "If the younger generation guessed right..." Zhao Changhe tentatively asked, "This sword is actually used to replace the special effect of the Qinghe sword, uncle can't be taken away..."

  Cui Yuanyang, who was making tea, shook his hands and looked at his father in shock. Could it be that the second uncle's accusation is actually true?

  The effect of the Qinghe sword is gone, is it relying on the big Xia dragon sparrow to bluff people?

Cui Wenjing didn't seem to care, and revealed himself casually: "Yes, but there are some discrepancies in what he said. The Qinghe sword is not lost, it is still the same sword, but the mystery on the sword has disappeared, and now it is an iron-sharpening sword. It's just a sword like mud, it can no longer carry those meanings. If it's a fake sword, it seems hard to deny it.”

  Zhao Changhe said: "Since the sword is still the same sword, the symbolic meaning is still carried. Whether the mysterious effect is present or not is only secondary. On the contrary, it allows seniors to use it more freely."

   Cui Wenjing clapped his palms and smiled, "It should be like this, but not many people in the world can think like you. The Cui family can't bear to take out a Qinghe sword that doesn't work."

  Don't talk about others, even Cui Yuanyang couldn't stand it, and said in disbelief: "When did it start..."

"It's a matter of time. In fact, there have been signs when he held it for his father more than ten years ago, and it has finally disappeared completely." Cui Wenjing said lightly: "Excalibur has a spirit, what is it for? Condensation? The meaning of Haiyan, Heqing, Suqing and Xiaoxiao, in the hands of people like us, why should we keep it? It's good if it doesn't kill you, why should it be used by you? Let's go home.”

  Cui Yuanyang was stunned, but calmed down, and said in a low voice: "It should be so."

"I, Cui Wenjing, think that I am not worthy of Qinghe Sword. How many of the Cui family are a little bit self-aware? Excalibur spirits, they don't want to think about the reason, but use the most disgusting meaning of Excalibur as a bargaining chip for power and profit." Even if the spirituality of the divine sword is still there, we should cry!"

  Cui Yuanyang pursed his lips sadly and remained silent.

Cui Wenjing stopped talking about the Qinghe Sword, and turned to the topic of Daxia Longque: "The Longque is the sword used by His Majesty when he fought the world. The children of Wuchengfu seem to jump when they are stimulated, which is due to the characteristics of the knife. It is not like this, and it is impossible to maintain such a domineering intention."

  Zhao Changhe nodded, it was indeed the case from his experience, the reaction of the knife was a bit sloppy, but the sword intent as a treasured knife was normal, and it was not a living thing that could be calm.

"Your Majesty knew that there was something wrong with the Qinghe sword a few years ago, so he gave me this sword. On the surface, it looks like it is used by little ghosts to suppress the night. At least it is difficult for others to tell who is sending out the intention when it is put together. You can temporarily generation." Cui Wenjing smiled and said: "No one has ever thought that I, Cui Family, have a sword, so how could His Majesty choose to give a sword...Of course there is a reason."

  Zhao Changhe based on this feeling that Cui Wenjing belonged to the imperial party. It was obvious that Xia Longyuan gave him the sword to help him: "But since this is the case, senior obviously needs this sword very much. I can't take it away."

Cui Wenjing smiled: "Do you think that after today's incident, will anyone dare to think about Qinghe sword in the short term? It doesn't matter for now. That's another matter. What's more important is that I think Longque is also eager to fight and continues to be placed in the Spend time in this small room, sooner or later its spirituality will be lost, this is called waste."

  Zhao Changhe sighed: "Indeed, it feels like it can't wait, and really doesn't want to stay here."

   "Since it agrees with you, it is a chance. Are you still being polite?"

"Senior, I'm not being polite. I like this knife very much, but I feel like I can't carry it with me..." Zhao Changhe was very painful: "Its murderous aura is so fierce that it can be felt from far away, and everyone knows it is It's a precious sword. My current strength is like a child carrying gold through the downtown area. It is the source of trouble, but I have lost my freedom. If I get a copper sheath or something, it is too heavy and inconvenient. Taking it out of the sheath is also coveted. It's all trouble."

"You guessed wildly by yourself." Cui Wenjing laughed and said: "If you really want to cover up the murderous aura of the sword, there are many ways to do it. You can just wipe it with anything. Why do you have to have a bronze temple? It's for nourishing spirits! The Jade Palace is more effective, but it's too expensive and easy to damage, no one uses it like this, and there are quite a lot of jade boxes.”

  Zhao Changhe: "...I'm an ignorant gangster, it's okay."

   Cui Yuanyang, who has been quietly being a lady to make tea for her father and lover, finally couldn't hold back her laughter.

"So it's very easy for you to take it away. Even the light and sharpness of its blade can be covered up to rust, and it looks like a broken knife. This is not a problem for us at all." Cui Wenjing said leisurely: "But Having said that, you can't just rely on this. It's murderous now, it's just that it doesn't listen to you now. When you are its master, it will naturally be honest, but it can give you an early warning of murderous intent. That's the outcome you need to pursue.”

  Zhao Changhe was very interested: "How to recognize the Lord?"

"For the time being, you are not strong enough. Although you are friendly with it, at most it will recognize you as a partner, and there is still a long way to go to recognize the master." Cui Wenjing raised his glass and blew, and the old **** said: "Practice hard! .”

  Dare you don't know how much you need to practice to be able to recognize the master, why don't you put on this pretense? Zhao Changhe couldn't laugh or cry: "Why do you feel that you really want me to take the sword away? Is it really just to keep the sword from dust?"

Cui Wenjing said: "To tell you the truth, I also want to use this to convey information to some people, such as Tang Wanzhuang, or your majesty. I can't even guess what your majesty is thinking now. When he knows that you are in charge In Jianghu, there should always be some reaction."

  Zhao Changhe suddenly remembered what the blind man said.

  Compared with Xia Longyuan and others, the Cui family may be more like a human mind.

   Indeed.

  Their minds are still in court, rivers and lakes, and family inheritance, and no matter how sophisticated they are, they can't get out of this rut.

   "Since this is the case, the younger generation will be disrespectful." Zhao Changhe finally stopped being polite: "I really like this knife very much."

  Cui Wenjing smiled: "I have asked someone to add something to it, wait a moment, drink tea."

Cui Yuanyang, who pretended to be a lady, was almost overflowing with joy. Finally, Big Brother Zhao really reaped the rewards of this thorny road. .

   And this must be a real treasure knife that can be used all the time and is difficult to wear and tear. At least it is much more durable than the wine gourd! In the future, Brother Zhao will hold this knife and think about Yangyang, the wine gourd will break at some point, hehe.

   She was very happy to add new tea, and poured another cup for her father and lover.

To be honest, when Zhao Changhe was impressed by Zhao Changhe on the rivers and lakes, Cui Yuanyang thought that there would be some kind of plot where the mandarin ducks turned against each other, and his father really wanted him to die at the beginning, so the trend seemed to be imminent. Meaning of tragedy...

In the end, father and brother Zhao turned out to be such a harmonious scene, so harmonious that others thought they were a couple... The little girl in the rebellious stage felt that she had never seen her father so pleasing to the eye, or she would give her father a beating Beat back?

   "Senior." Over there, Zhao Changhe took a sip of tea and started the topic again: "There is something I have always wanted to know, but I have never had the right opportunity. Can I ask senior for advice now?"

  Cui Wenjing said lightly: "If you call me senior, you can't."

  Zhao Changhe was dumbfounded for a moment, scratched his head after a while, and asked tentatively, "Uncle?"

  The old face turned a little red.

   Cui Yuanyang's little face next to him was as red as a monkey's butt, and the water on the corners of his brows and eyes almost overflowed.

   Cui Wenjing seemed to be invisible, and drank tea leisurely: "Well, you can ask."

   "About this era... the previous era, what was it like, and how did it collapse? The predecessors' family has a long history, so you should know something about it?"

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