The recovery of memory is like the legendary dream of Huangliang. The long years that had passed, now thinking of it, turned out to be like a dream, the clouds and smoke dissipated, but in a flash, in the small courtyard of the modern city, the two old men only saw the young-looking museum abbot Jian in a trance, and there was no other abnormality.
The old man surnamed Zhou couldn't help but say: "Three, I only know that the Shulou sword had killed Wu Zixu and Wen Zhong, who is the third one who died under this sword?"
Wei Yuan replied: "It was Zhao Gao."
He put down the sword and replied: "The Zhongchefu Ling of the Qin Dynasty, the prime minister of the second emperor, finally went to the Zhai Palace holding this Madam Xu's sword, and then died under the Shulou sword."
The old Taoist priest and the old man surnamed Zhou were surprised.
Zhou Jiefu scratched his stubble and said, "This statement is a bit, uh, a bit novel."
"The previous history books did not say that Zhao Gao entered the Zhai Palace with Madam Xu's sword, nor did they mention that Ziying killed Zhao Gao with the Zhulou sword."
Wei Yuan answered casually: "It's very simple. With Zhao Gao's treacherous mind, how could he go to see Ziying without a weapon? He originally wanted to lure Ziying to the ancestral temple and kill him so that he could surrender to the princes. Now he just changed the place, from killing him in the ancestral temple to killing him in the Zhai Palace."
"From Zhao Gao's point of view, Look, there is no difference. "
"If you want to kill the King of Qin, there are not many weapons to choose from. Among them, the sword of Madam Xu that Yan Taizi Dan painstakingly asked for is undoubtedly the best one. It is lethal enough and concealed enough. After all, in the Qin and Han dynasties, Zhao Gao still cared about his face. "
Zhou Jiefu was stunned and said, "This is reasonable."
He glanced at Wei Yuan suspiciously and said, "But this matter is not recorded in history books, and even unofficial history does not mention it. How did the owner of Wei Yuan know it? "
Because I experienced it personally.
Ziying, Zhao Gao, Han Tan, one by one, were once living people. They rode past me on horseback, made enemies with me, made friends with me, or met by chance, and then ran away.
It seems that Ziying kept his contract and did not pass down the matter.
The plane flew over in the sky, and the sound was a little low and dull, as if it came from another distant world.
In the dull weather of late summer, the green leaves were a little listless. On the path outside, a child ran by happily holding an ice lolly.
The young museum owner came to his senses and smiled:
"I just heard this occasionally."
"It may be just a rumor, or it may be the conjecture of later generations."
"Just listen to it as a story."
Zhou Jiefu suddenly realized that this was a young man who wanted to prove his knowledge and told a rumor that no one knew about. As a result, it was exposed and it was not a good end. He did not mention it again, but agreed with approval:
"If this is the case, the sword of Madam Xu, a sword for killing the king, and the sword of Shulu, a sword for killing ministers, fought in the Zhai Palace at the end of the Qin Dynasty. It does have the flavor of a legendary story. If it is compiled into a storybook, it should be able to make a fortune."
Wei Yuan smiled and said, "Maybe I just heard a storytelling from somewhere and wrote it down."
He put down the Shulu sword.
The long sword hummed in the sheath, and its sound was solemn and clear.
The old Taoist suddenly asked: "Master Wei, you seem to be very familiar with this sword."
"Just now when I saw you holding the sword, it seemed to come alive, and it didn't look like an antique at all."
Wei Yuan smiled and said: "After all, I opened a museum, and I have some experience with these antiques."
Zhou Jiefu was full of envy and praised, obviously he also wanted to have this method.
The few people talked about this topic and chatted for a while. Wei Yuan took the initiative to say goodbye. The old Taoist had something to do and had to stay here for a while. He asked Zhang Hao to come and take it. Wei Yuan waved his hand and said: "Don't bother, the road is not too far, just walk back."
Zhou Jiefu and the old Taoist sent Wei Yuan out.
The old Taoist looked at the remaining sword, a little dazed.
Zhou Jiefu bumped his shoulder against his friend and said, "What are you thinking about?"
The old Taoist came back to his senses and said, "I'm thinking that what Master Wei said might be true..."
"He can easily control this sword, which shows that he is very familiar with it."
Zhou Jiefu couldn't help laughing and said, "That's impossible."
He flicked the sword tip and said confidently:
"This sword was only unearthed not long ago. It was placed in the Qin Tomb together with Madam Xu's sword. This means that this sword has been buried underground for many years without being unearthed. People in later generations will not know the last experience of this sword, and it is even more impossible for someone to have come into contact with this sword before us."
"What he said is just as he said it himself. Just listen to it as a story. I think it's just someone connecting this famous sword with some historical events and treating it as a storybook. This is very Normal."
"Besides, the sword may be a family heirloom or a superb swordsmanship."
"In short, this sword has been unearthed and sent to me since it was found in the tomb. It has been a one-stop service. No one has touched it again. It is still familiar. Could it be that he touched it before it was buried? Hahaha, I think you have a problem with your brain from practicing Taoism."
Zhou Jiefu finally joked, and then said seriously: "By the way, you have to help."
"This thing has to be sent back today for some identification and research."
The old Taoist asked suspiciously: "Can't you do it by yourself?"
Zhou Jiefu was still frightened, pointing to Madam Xu's sword, and said:
"I'm afraid that these two swords will mess around again on the road, and I won't be able to deal with them in time."
......
Wei Yuan left the small collection place, and when he looked back, he couldn't see through the barrier with his naked eyes.
He walked towards the museum, but after a while he had a headache. The road was too long. He shouldn't have pretended just now. Wouldn't it be better to let Zhang Hao pick him up? Wouldn't it be better to turn on the car air conditioner in the hot weather?
He had to go by himself. The car would take half an hour to drive. How long would he get there?
Pretend, pretend, I'll let you pretend.
Wei Yuan's mouth twitched, and he pressed his chest. It still hurt a little. He decided to give up the tricks of controlling the wind and honestly scanned the code to get a shared bike.
Riding a shared bike and traveling through the modern technological city, he always felt a little dazed when he was alone. Time passed, everything changed, the First Emperor, Xiang Yu, Liu Bang, Zhang Liang, all became the past, but he still existed on this land.
And all living things on this land of China are still multiplying and growing slowly.
He stopped in front of the traffic light.
A bus stopped nearby, filled with people, young and old, chatting or playing with their phones. Their faces no longer had the blank pain that they had seen in the troubled times. The expressions on those people's faces were expressions that only appeared in the peaceful times.
He closed his eyes.
Years passed by on the land of China, and the world changed forever.
He closed his eyes, and vaguely remembered the sharp warrior riding a warhorse under the setting sun. He carried a broken long sword, sang Qin Feng loudly and walked into the distance, his temples were gray, and then he opened his eyes. It seemed like an illusion. He saw himself, the sharp warrior, reflected on the outer shell of the bus next to him, standing opposite to himself.
It was as if the pictures were intertwined, and two rivers were surging and merging with each other.
The traffic light turned green.
The reflection of himself in Wei Yuan's eyes was still dressed like the end of the Qin Dynasty.
Wei Yuan knew that it was an illusion, a trance after just recovering his memory.
In reality, the warrior who was originally dressed as a ranger retracted his gaze, wearing modern short sleeves, jeans, and sneakers. There were drinks in the frame of the shared bicycle, and modern music was playing in the roadside shop. He walked out of the corridor of history and walked through the alleys of the street.
The Qin warrior rode a warhorse, knocked on the sword and sang loudly, facing the sunset and history gradually.
And the short-haired Wei Yuan carried a sword box and rode a shared bicycle, walking through the real modern.
At this moment, they crossed each other.
......
In a certain research institute.
Zhou Jiefu and the old Taoist priest changed into the clothes of researchers. This place specializes in the study of ancient artifacts. Because the popularization of extraordinary practice methods is on the agenda, this place has also received more and more attention. The purpose of the research is to excavate ancient tombs, obtain practice books and artifacts, and promote modern practice methods.
Zhou Jiefu put down the Madam Xu Sword and the Shulu Sword.
He mentioned that the two swords might be the Madam Xu Sword and the Shulu Sword.
One of the researchers was surprised and said, "Mr. Zhou, have you seen them?"
"What have you seen?"
The researcher pointed to the ancient books on a cabinet next to him and said, "We also found these books in the tomb. In order to prevent them from weathering into ash, they must be processed in advance. They were just completed this morning. I thought you had seen them."
"These two swords are indeed the Madam Xu Sword and the Shulu Sword. They are recorded in this ancient book."
Zhou Jiefu was surprised. He put on gloves and gently took out the ancient book to read it.
This was the self-narration of the tomb owner. It seemed that he was buried directly with his descendants and could not be circulated. The old Taoist priest and Zhou Jiefu looked at it together. Following the kind reminder of the research institute, they turned to the part that recorded the origin of the sword and recited it casually:
"I am Han Tan, serving my master, King Ziying of Qin..."
"The treacherous minister Zhao Gao had a rebellious heart and wanted to break into the Zhai Palace to kill the king and the king. I was very scared and entered with Jing Ke's sword. Fortunately, there was a sharp soldier of the Great Qin holding a sword and killing him in the palace to protect the Great Qin ancestral temple. He was arrogant and did not want to leave his name, so he was called Tan who killed Zhao Gao."
"I am ashamed. The king died at the hands of Xiang Yu. I fled with these two swords at the risk of my life."
"And record the name of the person who killed Zhao Gao, so that future generations will know."
"He was the halberd bearer of His Majesty the First Emperor of Qin."
Zhou Jiefu and the old Taoist priest paused slightly, their eyes fixed on the last word, their brains went blank for a moment, and then their hands trembled unconsciously, and they murmured:
"His name is..."
"Yuan!"