Baojian

Chapter 597
"Cough...cough..."

After more than ten minutes, Bai Shannan's complexion suddenly became sluggish, and his originally rosy face became a little pale, and he coughed several times in succession.

"Master, is that true?"

Seeing the changes in Baishannan, Qin Feng was startled, and quickly said: "Old man, let's forget about it, don't push it any further..."

Qin Feng certainly wanted to know the current situation of his family, but if it was at the cost of Bai Shannan's vitality, then he would rather think of other ways.

"It's okay, the impact is not very big..."

The old man Bai waved his hand, with tiredness on his face, and said: "If it weren't for your master back then, my old life would have been in the hands of the Japanese long ago. If you want something from me, there is no reason for the old man to say no." ?”

Distinguishing between grievances and grievances is the code of conduct for people in the Jianghu. What Bai Shannan cherishes the most in his life is that he owes too much to Yan Luo who demanded his life back then, but he has never had a chance to repay him.

So right now Qin Feng has something to ask of himself, and Bai Shannan helped Qin Feng deduce it at the risk of leaking the secrets of the cause and effect.

"Old man, what about my family?"

Back then, when Zai was helping Qin Feng deduce his birth date, Qin Feng was not in front of him.

Therefore, Qin Feng didn't quite understand the harm this divination and divination would bring to him. After hearing what Mr. Bai said, he couldn't help asking hesitantly. After all, it was related to Qin Feng's parents and relatives.

"Your parents are still alive, your family...five generations live under the same roof..." After saying these words, Bai Shannan's face turned ugly, and he closed his mouth tightly, refusing to say another word.

In ancient times, divination and fortune-telling were often done by telling the victim a doggerel, just out of unwillingness to be contaminated with cause and effect. This move by Mr. Bai has already leaked the secret.

"Five...five generations under one roof?"

Qin Feng was stunned when he heard this, because he had never seen his grandparents since he was a child. Qin Feng never dreamed that there were elders above his grandparents.

In an ordinary family, it is rare for four generations to live under the same roof, and the oldest elder in the family may be over [-] years old. If there are five generations under the same roof, wouldn't it mean that there are still centenarians in the family?
"Why didn't my parents tell me this?" At this time, Qin Feng was full of doubts, but he had a feeling that Mr. Bai's deduction might be true.

"Master, I made you a cup of ginseng tea, drink it while it's hot..."

When Qin Feng was in a daze, Bai Bin brought a cup of tea to the old man Bai. He had followed Bai Shannan all his life, so he naturally knew the harm he would do to himself if he helped others deduce the fortune telling.

"It's okay, my life is good, and there is no problem in living past a hundred years."

After drinking that cup of ginseng tea, Bai Shannan's complexion looked better, and he said, "Among my peers, except for the young commander, there are not many people who can outlive me..."

"Young Marshal?" Qin Feng was awakened by Bai Shannan's words, and asked curiously, "Old Man, who is the Young Marshal you're talking about?"

"Who else? That young handsome who eats, drinks, prostitutes, gambles and smokes!"

Bai Shannan laughed out loud, and his words were not very respectful to this young marshal, but an old friend's intimacy.

After hearing Mr. Bai's words, Bai Bin smiled and said, "Master, the Young Marshal's spirit is not as good as yours. In my opinion, he must not survive you..."

"Oh, old friends are becoming less and less, and Han Qing really doesn't have a few years to live." Old Master Bai sighed upon hearing this.

"The man from the Northeast?" After old master Bai said the word "Young Marshal", Qin Feng suddenly understood, and he couldn't help but feel a very strange feeling in his heart.

The young marshal Bai Shannan mentioned is simply too famous in the modern history of China. Of course, this reputation is mixed.

Whether it is the infamy of the general who did not resist in the early stage, or the good reputation of the joint anti-Japanese war in the later stage, neither can obliterate the important role this person played in that period of history.

Although Qin Feng has never been to a classroom except for university, he has read a lot of books and knows this young marshal very well, but Qin Feng did not expect that he is still alive in this world.

"It's that person."

Seeing the expression on Qin Feng's face, Bai Bin couldn't help laughing, and said: "Young Marshal and Master were close friends back then. A few years ago, after he came out of Taiwan Island, he lived in Hawaii and sometimes came here Come to stay for a few days."

After hearing Bai Bin's explanation, Qin Feng knew that after the young marshal killed Mr. Jiang, he also boiled Mr. Jiang to death. In the end, the island changed and he was able to leave.

"It seems that the one who lives the longest will definitely win."

For some unknown reason, Qin Feng had this thought in his mind that only the Young Marshal was the only person involved in the historical event that happened back then, and success or failure was all thrown into a bowl of loess.

"Father, are you alright?"

Seeing that old man Bai's expression was still not very good, Qin Feng put his hand on Bai Shannan's wrist, and he passed with a pure spirit.

This technique was discovered by Qin Feng after Meng Yao was injured last time. The Taoist true qi he cultivated has the same effect as acupuncture and moxibustion. It can relieve fatigue and aging of body functions to a certain extent.

"Huh? Xiaoqin, have you entered the dark energy?"

Sensing the genuine energy coming from his wrist, old man Bai showed shock on his face. Bai Shannan came here before liberation, and the masters of dark energy at that meeting can be called the masters of a generation, and the huge China is just like that. About ten people.

He was surprised when Liu Zimo entered Anjin at first, but Qin Feng, who was younger than Liu Zimo, was also at the level of Anjin. When did a master-level figure become so worthless?
"It's just a fluke to get in."

After Qin Feng used his true energy to swim around Bai Shannan's body, he slowly took it back and said, "Old man, you are tired today, why don't you... rest early, let's talk tomorrow ?”

After hearing Bai Shannan deduced that his family has a structure of five generations living under the same roof, Qin Feng has not calmed down yet, and he also wants to go back and think carefully about what is going on.

"It's okay, it will be much better. If your zhenqi is used for acupuncture, the effect will be better..." Mr. Bai is a knowledgeable person. After Qin Feng's zhenqi entered his body, Bai Shannan immediately felt to its effect.

"Old man, I don't have the idea of ​​hanging the pot to help the world."

Qin Feng laughed when he heard the words. He was destined to be a pragmatist due to his youthful experience. Although he learned a lot, Qin Feng still selectively focused his energy on life or business-related skills.

Just like appreciating and restoring antique jade, Qin Feng has put in a lot of hard work. On the contrary, Zai is proficient in medical skills, Qin Feng has not put in much effort.

"Father, you are tired today, just listen to Brother Qin and go to bed early."

Bai Zhentian was also a little worried about his old father's health, and said from the side: "Brother Qin can stay in San Francisco for a few more days, you always have plenty of time to talk to him."

While speaking, Bai Zhentian winked at Qin Feng. Ever since his father lived in seclusion, Bai Zhentian rarely saw his father talking like this. He really wanted Qin Feng to stay with him for a few more days.

"Yes, old man, let's talk tomorrow if we have something to say." Qin Feng nodded. For the sake of old man Liu and Master, Qin Feng has always respected the elderly.

"Brat, do you really think I can't see anything?"

Old Man Bai stretched out his hand and patted his son's head, and said angrily, "Did you get sand in your eyes or what? Why are you blinking all the time? Who are you winking at?"

"Father, I... I was blinded by the wind!"

Bai Zhentian's face was flushed by the old father's words, and after holding back for a long time, he stopped him with what Bai Shannan just said, and everyone present laughed secretly.

"Okay, I know you are worried about my body..."

The old man Bai sat on the chair with a strong sword, waved to Bai Bin, and said, "Second brother, show Qin Feng the things I asked you to pick up..."

Although they are master and servant in name, Bai Zhentian has always regarded Bai Bin as a little brother, and the names of the two are also very strange, one is called Master and the other is called Second Child.

"Old man, the hexagram you helped me calculate just now is worth everything." After hearing what old man Bai said, Qin Feng immediately understood that what old man dared to say was a gift for Bai Bin to pick up.

"I kowtowed when I entered the door. If I don't show some greetings, your master will definitely laugh at me for being stingy."

Old Master Bai smiled, and said: "Back then Mr. Xia studied heaven and man, I would like to see if his disciples also have this ability?"

"Old man, how can I compare with Master..."

Qin Feng said a few words of humility, but he was also quite curious about what old master Bai was going to show. The things that could make Bai Shannan hide in the secret room may have a lot of origin.

"Hey, Qin Feng, let's talk about it first. If you recognize this thing, then I will give you the right as a meeting gift. If you don't recognize it, it means you don't know the goods. I will take it back."

There is a saying that old people are called old urchins. When they get old, they will return to their original nature, and even their personality is a bit like a child. The same is true for Mr. Bai, who winks at Qin Feng when he talks.

"Let's take a look first, old man, master's skills, I haven't learned just in case..."

Qin Feng's words were laid in an ambush. If he couldn't recognize the objects that Mr. Bai took out, it meant that he was not good at learning, but he would not be named Yan Luo.

"Hey, your master may not be able to recognize this thing." Old Master Bai smiled, and gestured to Bai Bin, signaling him to take out the thing.

"Qin Feng, here..." Bai Bin stretched out his right palm, and in his palm lay a pocket dagger with a sheath.

Although the handle of the dagger is small, it is full of antiquity, and it is wrapped with gold thread, which is luxurious and graceful. These two completely different styles complement each other without conflicting at all.

"This... what kind of sword is this?"

Before Qin Feng heard from Mr. Bai that he asked Bai Bin to fetch the sword, but Qin Feng never expected that the sword was fetched, but it was quite different from the sword he knew.

"Xiao Qin, are you trying to pick me up?" Hearing Qin Feng's words, old man Bai looked at him with a smile.

"Father, I thought you had something good to offer."

Seeing the small pocket sword in Bai Bin's palm, Bai Zhentian laughed and said, "Although the workmanship of this thing is good, in ancient times it was probably just a plaything, not worth much."

"Oh? Brother Bai, is there any other history of this sword?" Qin Feng took the pocket sword from Bai Bin, and did not rush to open it, but looked at Bai Zhentian.

"Can this also be called a sword?"

Bai Zhentian curled his lips when he heard the words, and said: "At best, this was made by the ancients and used as accessories, right? And it was probably worn by scholars. I found this thing from an auction house..."

It turned out that the pocket sword brought out by old man Bai was discovered by Bai Zhentian in the warehouse of an auction house when he visited an auction house more than ten years ago.

The reason why it was thrown in the warehouse was because the auction house was also inaccurate about this thing.

In the mid-80s, the auction house had organized two auctions, but all of them were unsold, because foreign collectors felt that even their table knives were sharper and more beautiful than this sword.

Bai Zhentian knew that his father loved to collect Chinese cold weapons, so he casually asked about the price, but the manager of the auction house didn't take it seriously, and said bluntly that he could take this thing away for only [-] US dollars.

Although it feels like a thousand dollars is a bit expensive, but at that time, old man Bai had just retired from the world because of the Jiangnan case, and Bai Zhentian had been hunting for swords all over the world. bought it.

After giving it to his father, Bai Zhentian didn't take this matter to heart, and he never heard his father mention this pocket sword again, unexpectedly, his old father took it out today.

"Bought it for a thousand dollars? It's worth it based on this year..."

After hearing Bai Zhentian's words, Qin Feng nodded slightly. He could tell from the handle of the dagger that the gold thread was wound up by someone behind, but the exposed metal texture showed that its age must be at least 2000. more than one year.

"I still think it's expensive, you'll know when you take it out..." Bai Zhentian said disapprovingly: "I suspect that this thing was made by foreigners to deceive us Chinese. Where can there be such a sword?"

"Oh, is there any mystery in it?"

Qin Feng heard that he held the scabbard with his left hand, which must have been equipped later, and pinched the pocket sword handle with the thumb and index finger of his right hand, and pulled it out lightly.

"Huh? It really looks like a sword..."

When the pocket sword was pulled out by Qin Feng, what appeared in front of Qin Feng was a short sword that was only one finger wide and about the same length as the middle finger. There were some bronze textures left on the sword body, which looked very pretty.

The reason why it is called a sword instead of a small knife is because it has the shape of a sword, with blades on both sides and a sharp point on the top. Except for being smaller, it has the shape of a treasure sword.

"This thing is well preserved. It looks like it's been a long time ago, but it doesn't have any rust at all. Hey, something's wrong..." Qin Feng carefully looked at the lines on the sword, but his face gradually became serious.

"What's wrong?" Liu Zimo also joined in now, and said, "What can such a small thing do? A fruit knife?"

"You don't understand, don't talk nonsense." Looking at the pattern on the sword, Qin Feng's expression became more serious.

When Qin Feng paid attention to those textures, he actually felt a killing intent from this pocket sword, as if he was facing a peerless fierce soldier.

"What are you talking about? My buddy has learned swordsmanship."

Liu Zimo was a little unconvinced by Qin Feng's words, snatched the dagger, held it in front of him, looked at it, and said: "This thing is beautifully crafted, but such a short thing can't kill you at all. man..."

Liu Zimo is actually right. The blade of this pocket sword is only three inches long. If you use it to stab someone, as long as you don't stab someone at a vital point like the heart, it is indeed very difficult to kill someone.

"Zimo, you don't understand, this thing was really handed down more than 2000 years ago, maybe even earlier..."

Qin Feng shook his head, took the short sword back from Liu Zimo's hand, held the sword in his left hand, and pinched the blade with his thumb in his right hand, and folded it forcefully.

"Hey, Qin Feng, don't break it."

Liu Zimo was stunned for a moment, and immediately said: "Although this thing is not very practical, it is still very beautifully made. You don't want me to keep it for fun."

"You have a good idea, but there is no way..." Bai Bin glared at Liu Zimo, and said, "Even if you come here, the master will not give you this thing."

"What's so rare?" Liu Zimo curled his lips and said, "I can find any craft factory, and the things they make can be a hundred times better than his."

"Okay, Zimo, how do you talk?"

Seeing Liu Zimo and Bai Bin's rivalry, Qin Feng suddenly folded his hands and said, "You can find something made by a craft factory, can you fold it like this?"

Although it was just a dagger pinched between two fingers, Qin Feng was so powerful that with a little effort, the dagger was bent, and the angle was definitely above 45 degrees.

"What's so difficult about it?"

Liu Zimo still looked disapproving, and said, "I used to have a belt sword, which was much more flexible than this one. You want me to give it to you later..."

The belt sword mentioned by Liu Zimo is generally called a soft sword in Jianghu. This kind of sword is extremely flexible on the basis of extremely high hardness.

The soft sword is not suitable for cutting and stabbing, but it can cut. It can easily cut through the ligaments of blood vessels and joints, and it can be swung extremely fast like a whip. People are hard to defend against.

During the reign of Qianlong, there was a master who used soft swords in the world. He used many methods to make his saber into a highly flexible weapon, which was wrapped around his waist as a belt.

The man created a set of soft sword swordsmanship for his belt sword, which is different from ordinary swords that stab people at vital points, while soft swords kill people by cutting the carotid artery.

Relying on that soft sword at that time, that person was very popular in the Jianghu, but later he participated in the Miao rebellion, and after being calmed down, he disappeared in the Jianghu.
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