The ace broker of superstar development

Chapter 137 The Countdown to Crossing (1)
How many years did this sword go through before it could rust like this...

Some people even planned to ask the auctioneer to take a hammer to knock off the rust, but of course it was strictly prohibited.

This is an antique anyway, so it can't be used as a toy.

Seeing this sword being tried repeatedly by so many people, Dong Meng felt more and more inexplicably sad.

A good sword, with its master opening up territories, has been reduced to being treated as a plaything.

What a shame.

The general's unique sense of honor seems to be a fire, which repeatedly burns Dong Meng's bones, making the female general unable to rest for a moment.

She didn't want to join in the excitement, but she stood up involuntarily.

The auctioneer's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his palm to guide Dong Meng.

"It seems that this guest wants to try, please come to the stage."

One yuan, the price of one yuan, once a weapon in blood and fire, follow the master to fight on the battlefield, thirsty to drink the blood of the enemy, if you have a soul, you will also feel sad.

Driven by some inexplicable reason, Dong Meng stepped onto the stage and picked up the sword in the tray that was completely blank and couldn't see its original appearance.

Hold the hilt of the sword and pull it outward.

"What's the situation, the little boss went up like this?" The second monk Xun Liezhang was puzzled, staring blankly at Dong Meng's back standing on the stage.

"Don't unplug it." Milan looked at Dongmeng on the stage with worried eyes.

Others didn't know the details of the female general, and were even wondering how this girl could stand on stage so easily. Didn't they see so many burly men lose their battles?

Those who knew it were doubting that the sword, which looked rusty, would not be broken.

If it is really broken, according to this situation, the compensation price should be calculated as scrap iron, or an antique...

Feng Ling looked at the female general, and keenly felt that Dong Meng's mood was not high today. Could it be related to this auction item?

"This sword?" Grandpa Xun hesitated to speak, but Shaoyan Xun couldn't help looking at his grandfather.

The keen old man can always sense things that others can't.

Is this sword really related to Dongmeng? At first he thought it was just a gimmick of the auction house, but seeing that so many people couldn't pull it apart, he was a little skeptical, how could ordinary rust stick so firmly.

"Get up." Dong Meng was angry at her dantian, and slowly pulled out the sword from the scabbard (you must have imagined such a scene), but fortunately, the female general turned her back to everyone and no one could see the expression on her face at the moment, otherwise she would definitely will feel suspicious.

Dong Meng's pretty cheeks were full of tears, and she stared intently at the half-protruded sword in her hand.

The cold light shoots out, and the dragon goes out to sea.

There was a small gap three inches from the blade. The seemingly smooth sword had large and small scars in the dark.

Dong Meng is a general, a general who fights on the battlefield, and her sword is not just beautiful.

Every hidden wound is a soul-stirring battle. Although this sword is not the most precious, nor is it made by a peerless master craftsman, and there is no legend of a swordsmith throwing himself into the furnace to forge supreme sharpness, but it is winter. Lemon's most loyal partner.

When she fell into desperation and was alone and helpless again and again, the female general could only hold the sword, repeating her belief that if she wanted to win, she would definitely win, and she would definitely be the last one to survive.

"How did you become like this?" Dong Meng touched the blade of the sword and pulled it out completely, with a teasing smile on her face as if greeting an old friend.

The sword trembles slightly under Dongmeng's touch, and it seems that the response is more like joy. There are endless grievances and loneliness in it. Dongmeng has traveled through thousands of years, and it has also followed for thousands of years, just to find its true master.

The people in the audience turned their backs to Dong Meng and couldn't see the situation clearly, but they could see that the scabbard was separated from the sword body, and they couldn't help shouting.

"What's going on? Why was it pulled out?"

"Turn around and let us see what kind of sword it is?"

And those guys who had tried it on stage looked at each other in blank dismay, their faces blushing slightly in embarrassment, what a girl like Dongmeng did that they couldn't do.

The first man on stage patted his chest with lingering fear: "Fortunately, we pulled it loose at the beginning, otherwise this girl wouldn't be able to pull it out."

"That's right." The rest of the people also followed the steps.

Xun Lie looked around and said loudly, "Hey, that's really embarrassing."

Everyone lowered their heads in shame, and more people wanted to know what was going on with the sword?
General Li turned around and raised the sword in his hand above his head. The cold light and cold murderous aura shot out from the sword. The first two rows near the distance felt a little uncomfortable. murderous look.

But at this moment, Mr. Xun raised his head and looked at Dong Meng with half-closed eyes.

"Good sword!"

At this moment, there is no doubt that Dong Meng is definitely the female general.

And this sword should be her former saber.

The sword has a spirit, and the ancients never deceived me.

"It's so murderous." Xun Shaoyan and Feng Ling spoke at the same time. These two people are quite famous, and they are both people who have walked on the tip of their swords. Feng Ling seems to be just a businessman, a businessman, but the business inside is not. It's so simple, otherwise Feng Chu's secret activities would not have been found out.

People of their identities deal with quite a few antiques, especially the old man at home likes to play with such things, but the two of them have never seen such a strong aura of antiques, it seems to have a life of its own.

"What a bright sword."

People in the audience stretched their necks to look at the sword more carefully. What is the origin of this?Why did it make everyone feel heart palpitations? Those who thought it was a piece of broken metal felt regretful in their hearts. If they tried it just now, maybe this sword was theirs.

This saber, which has been covered in dust, has gone through long years of dust, its hilt is full of rust, and its scabbard is full of scars, but the blade of this sword is as bright as ever.

This timeless quality reminds people and things that have been forgotten in history. The auctioneer stopped talking, but everyone suddenly understood that although it is not the top ten famous swords, the historical value and significance of this sword itself is not. Below all the antiques just auctioned off.

No one spoke again. When the sword reappeared in the sky, it was held above the head by the soft and white palm of a little girl. It seemed like a vow of warriors, but they were moved from the bottom of their hearts, an indescribable emotion. .

Dong Meng gently put the sword back into the scabbard, turned around and stepped off the stage without saying another word.

What she did just now was not to show off, but to rectify her name.

She wants everyone to see that this old buddy who is by her side is not the scrap metal they thought.

Although it is not as sharp as before, it is also full of murderous aura, and it is a treasure among treasures.

(End of this chapter)