"My grandpa, but he doesn't know kung fu either."

Qin Xuebing casually found an excuse to distract the topic, and Gu Lao did not break the spirit of asking the whole thing: "Boy, since you have come in, take a good look, maybe you can find good things."

"I'm interested in this Liquan magic gun. I don't know if you are willing to do it." Qin Xuebing suddenly thought why not make a magic weapon by himself, and this spear is also good. After a few years of warmth, it will definitely become a magic weapon for killing.

"If you can dance, you can give it to you." Gu Lao laughed. This gun is different from other weapons in the store. It is a family-born weapon, which has been around for hundreds of years.

The ancient ancestors were once the guards of Marshal Yue’s tent. Because of his contribution to protecting the master, he was fortunate to learn all the forty-four styles Yue Family Spears, rather than the twenty-two styles Yue Family Spears that are now public.

After Yue Fei was stained with blood in Fengbo Pavilion, the ancient ancestors wandered around the world and waited for an opportunity to assassinate Qin Hui, but failed several times and eventually died tragically under the knife. However, the Yue family's gun was passed down from their lineage and walked in the world.

At the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, another ancient ancestor forged this Liquan magic spear. Although he was in the martial arts world, he didn't know how many Yuan soldiers he killed.

When the Ming Dynasty perished, the Qing Dynasty entered the pass, and the ancient ancestors picked up the Liquan magic gun and killed the Qing soldiers. After generations, the Liquan magic gun drank a lot of blood from foreigners. It was the ancient self who also used this spear to kill hundreds of Japanese devils decades ago.

Such a family treasure could not be regarded as a commodity. The reason why it was placed in the Bogu room was to be used to store and show its identity. Of course, he did not think that Qin Xuebing could dance the Liquan magic gun, because the Liquan magic gun was forged with a lot of precious metals, weighing 88 kilograms, which could be picked up by many people, but it would never be possible to dance, even those strong men.

"Then forget it." Qin Xuebing knew how many pounds he had. Judging from his appearance, this was a steel spear, which was at least fifty or sixty pounds. How could he dance?

Dancing is not about picking up and gesturing a few times, but about gesturing at will like picking up a wooden gun. That is called dancing. But Qin Xuebing had just entered the hall and entered the room, so how could he dance? Not to mention him, even a beautiful snake could not do it.

"You guy is pretty slippery." Gu Lao laughed.

"This is called self-knowledge." Qin Xuebing praised himself without hesitation. The blood surname that knows that things cannot be done is certainly admirable, but this blood surname must be put into consideration for big things and small things. It is called impulse, and it is called a naughty green.

"Ancient, there are not many old items here." Qin Xuebing walked around the store and several items produced energy sensing, but compared to the huge number of weapons in the store, the proportion was a little smaller.

"Nonsense, I am a sold weapon here, not an antique." Gu Lao cursed with a smile. The purpose of opening this store was not to make money. What he enjoyed was the process of talking about weapons with collectors who came here to explore weapons every day.

This is also a common practice for many elderly people. When they are old, they cannot find excitement and fun like they did when they were young. Then change their direction and entertain themselves. They have nothing to do all day long to make Alzheimer's disease.

"But the quality of my weapons here is absolutely undeniable. If someone else wants to get so many good things." Ancient people have been in contact with weapons for a lifetime, and they can see the quality of weapons at a glance. He will never put ordinary objects on the table.

"Look at this Longquan sword, the fine forged by the Zhou family boy, can split you in half with one sword." Gu Lao took out an exquisite wooden box from the counter, opened it, and then took out a long sheathed sword. As soon as it was unsheathed, a cold light burst out, as if a cold air was swimming on the sword.

"Good sword, but who is the boy from the Zhou family?" Qin Xuebing didn't know much about weapons, and it was even more impossible for him to know the modern sword-casting master.

"Zhou Zhengwu, don't you know?" Gu Lao was not angry and felt that this kid was very unaware of it.

"Wait, I'll check it first." Qin Xuebing quickly took out his mobile phone to surf the Internet. After checking, he realized how great Zhou Zhengwu was. He actually explored from fragmented ancient books, restored the ancient sword casting technology, and created many famous swords. Now the swords forged by Zhou Zhengwu are worth hundreds of thousands of yuan.

Putting aside the perspective of weapons, from the perspective of artworks, Zhou Zhengwu, who was in his prime, was able to forge swords worth hundreds of thousands, which was already an artistic success.

"Ancient, are there any Tang swords forged by Zhou Zhengwu?" Qin Xuebing suddenly had an idea, buy a Tang sword forged by Zhou Zhengwu and compare them with the real Tang sword to see if the real Tang sword is better or Zhou Zhengwu's craftsmanship is better.

"You guy is lucky. You just arrived two days ago. If I hadn't had a good relationship with the boy from the Zhou family, I wouldn't have gotten it." Gu Lao took out another box from the counter. The box was a Tang sword, a horizontal sword in the Tang sword. The style was the same as the Tang sword in Qin Xuebing's hand, but it had to grow a few centimeters a little.

"A good knife can almost be compared with a real Tang sword." Qin Xuebing drew out the Tang sword and was amazed. Judging from the blade and the light of the knife, it can definitely be called the top craftsmanship.

"Compared with the real Tang sword, have you seen the real Tang sword?" Gu Lao was not angry. No Tang sword was unearthed in China, and there was only one on the Japanese, otherwise the Japanese would dare to be so proud.

"Sorry, I happen to have a real Tang sword in my hand." Qin Xuebing said with a smile, and couldn't help but feel proud. It was the only Tang sword in China. If it was revealed, it would definitely make sword lovers crazy.

"Just blow, kid." Gu Lao looked at Qin Xuebing pitifully, and intuition told him that this kid must have found a bargain and fell into someone else's trap.

"You will know after one stage." Qin Xuebing didn't say much, but the news of the birth of the Tang sword must be released, because this Tang sword is not just a personal collection of Qin Xuebing. It represents a witness to the prosperous culture of the Tang Dynasty, an effective criticism of the Japanese's various remarks, and must be announced.

"Old, I want this Tang sword, and there are some other things. Please offer a price." Qin Xuebing pointed at three rusty swords on another counter. Through the sensing of the vitality, the three items were all old objects.

Of course, in terms of swords, old objects may not be valuable, and Qin Xuebing did not know this, and could not judge its value. The reason why he wanted to buy it back was mainly to practice his eyesight. Moreover, these three things were rusted and their value must be lower, and even if he lost money, he would not lose too much.

"If you want it, you can do it ten million!"

This is not what the ancients say, but what the person who just walked into the gate said.
Chapter completed!