Chapter 77, Sword
He shook his head with a sigh, "According to what you said, when Na Siming's father made this sword of love, the secret of the sword had not been revealed, and he just regarded it as an 'ordinary' flying sword .”

"It's just that it couldn't be refined because it didn't fit with itself, or it had seen through its obsession at that time and didn't want to refine the sword anymore, so it melted it into the knife."

"But no matter what, he didn't regard the sword as something crucial at that time, so it was impossible to hide it somewhere."

"Otherwise, there are many better ways to deal with it."

"So the 'sword' must be... Well, not sure but with a high probability, it should be in this knife."

Zhang Baoren looked at the small kitchen knife in his hand again, "There is a high probability that it is inside. But even if this knife is completely hollow, what kind of sword can it hold inside? A small sword as thin as a cicada's wing like a fairy tale movie ? Then what is the engine power? How to load the system intelligence?"

He really didn't understand.

He said, "I think we have to jump out of our inherent thinking, and we can't equate monks with more powerful warriors. Otherwise, it would be good to add a few more layers to the realm of martial arts. Why separate them."

"We can't imagine the 'sword' mentioned by those monks as some kind of incomparably powerful martial arts, magic weapons and so on."

"What is that supposed to be?"

"It should be a concept, an idea, not stagnant in things, it can be any existence, a flower, a leaf, a nuclear bomb...or a word, an idea."

"I understand what you want to say, but I just can't figure out how you, a robot, like those mysterious and mysterious metaphysical concepts so much more than I do."

"Because I'm a robot, I want what I lack..."

Zhang Baoren blinked, "Okay."

"Forget it, we don't want to guess anything randomly, we don't care what it is, as long as we get it out, we will know."

"Should we just do the surgery?"

"Surgery? What kind of metaphor is this, but that's all it means?"

"Open the box, open the knife, open it first and then talk."

Zhang Baoren turned the kitchen knife in his hand around, looking at the extremely sharp blade.

"It can't be broken hard, so as not to break it, just grind it slowly. If the iron pestle is ground into a needle, no matter what is in it, it can always be ground out."

...

...

As the blade peeled off layer by layer under the grinding and polishing, a shadow slowly appeared on the surface of the blade that was as transparent as mirror light.

"After so long, it finally appeared."

One person and one robot, who had been busy for a long time, wiped their sweat and couldn't help cheering up.

"What the so-called 'sword' is will be revealed later."

"We took it out in one go."

Then it was polished more carefully, the blade was worn off layer by layer, the shadow became clearer and clearer, finally revealing the real veil.

"This is…"

The two looked at what was in front of them with some doubts.

It was a square black object about the size of an ancient beverage bottle cap, and its exterior was covered with a thin layer of resin.

Use a knife to pull it out from the body of the knife, only to find that it is a memory card.

"The memory card is the information contained in it, so is this really a clue?"

"No, not necessarily, the flying sword is something inconvenient, maybe the so-called 'sword' is this memory card, or something in this memory card."

"Just read it, whatever it is."

This kind of old-fashioned memory card is really rare in this era.

Today's electronic devices generally have unlimited connections for waterproofing and aesthetics, and this specification is no longer supported.

You need a computer to read it, and it must be an old computer.

If ordinary people encounter this situation, it will be difficult to deal with it for a while.

But it was just right for Zhang Baoren.

Just Bite is an old classic multipurpose pet robot with the power of a PC, but still retains a few outdated features.

Turning around in one bite, a card slot was cracked on Yuandudu's body, Zhang Baoren peeled off the resin and just inserted the memory card into it.

"connecting…"

"connecting…"

"connecting…"

"The connection is complete."

"Do you want to read the memory?"

"Do you want to read the memory?"

The mechanical electronic sound rang again and again, Zhang Baoren was about to confirm.

But the words on the lips suddenly changed, "No, don't read, disconnect the link."

"Already disconnected!"

After waking up, he asked, "What's going on? Why did you stop at this point?"

"Because I suddenly thought, it would be fine if it was just a clue. But what if it's really a sword that doesn't stick to things?"

"Isn't that right?"

"Just right? It's really good to get a sword for nothing, but pies in the sky sometimes kill people."

Zhang Baoren said seriously, "We don't know anything about monks. Who knows what will be released if we open that memory rashly? What impact will it cause? Maybe it's a Pandora's Box."

"As you said, the 'sword' does not stay in things. We don't know what the so-called sword is?"

"Not to mention anything else, if it is known that the sword fell into our hands because of any leakage caused by opening it rashly, then..."

"You have to know that even with that sword, Siming's father, who has become a real Confucian scholar, had to be forced to send his wife to the protection of heaven. He was willing to risk his life, but in the end the whole family still died. "

"What about us? Facing this situation, we who know very little about monks, we really can only wait to die."

"Cultivator, monk!" He sighed, "I can only put that sword aside for now..."

"Well, no."

"what happened?"

"The premise for us to worry about the exposure of the sword is that the sword has not been exposed yet."

"About the reason why this sword fell into our hands—Chef Siming from the cultivation family was found by a young man with malicious intentions, and he wanted to get clues about the sword from him, but at the last moment he saw his true colors and struck first Kill it."

"But the young man sent a message before he died, which is why Chef Siming had to commit suicide."

"Does this also mean that the news of Feijian's existence has been exposed?"

Zhang Baoren frowned coldly, "Let's assume first, let's assume that the information is false, that the young man cheated the chef before he died. If that's the case, then nothing will happen."

"But if that's indeed a flare."

"Then there will inevitably be practitioners who are attracted by the news, and their destination and the place where they finally gather will naturally be the place where the incident happened—the Justice Restaurant."

(End of this chapter)

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