Crossing the Swordsman: Lin Pingzhi, the Swordsman of Evil

Chapter 7 Poetry, Songs and Fu

Elder Qi led Lin Pingzhi through the back hall, and after passing through a corridor, he came to a small building.

The location of this small building is very unique. The small building is built in a wide compound surrounded by guards.

And the whole courtyard is wide and open, with no house, no flowers and trees, and no half-inch shelter.

Except for the lamp post for lighting, there is only this lonely small building.

There are two guards in front of the small building.

Lin Pingzhi looked up and saw two big characters "Jiange" written on the plaque on the small building.

Elder Qi took out the key to the attic from his sleeve and opened the door.

"Nephew, please come with the old man." Then he led Lin Pingzhi into the small building, and the guards behind him also lit the lamps and followed.

Lin Pingzhi's eyes were opened when he came in.

There are hundreds of swords, large and small, on the first floor of the attic. Even though the Fuwei Escort Bureau makes a living by walking darts, they support a lot of martial arts masters.But Lin Pingzhi had never seen so many weapons at once.

However, Qi Lao didn't stop in his footsteps, but led Lin Pingzhi to continue upstairs.

Seeing Lin Pingzhi's slowing down, Mr. Qi smiled and said: "Hehe, this small building is divided into three floors. From top to bottom, there are three grades of swords, 'upper, middle, and lower'. The layers are all inferior, and my nephew came from afar, so I can't 'perfuse' my nephew with such things."

Hearing what Old Qi said, Lin Pingzhi nodded and continued to follow him to the small building.

And the second floor, though similar to the layout specifications of the first floor.

But the altar table and the sword stand are much more empty.

There are hundreds of swords on the first floor, but only a dozen or so on this floor.

Soon they went up to the third floor, and this third floor was even more empty. The altars all over the floor were empty, and only a single sword stood there on the entire floor.

Elder Qi came here with Lin Pingzhi, and said, "Nephew, please take a look, this sword is the top-grade sword of this old man in the past few years. If it wasn't for the 'golden face' of the 'Fuwei Escort', there is also your sword. In terms of the friendship between our two families, the old man will not show others easily."

After saying that, Elder Qi drew out his long sword. Although the light was very weak, when the long sword was unsheathed, a piercing cold light suddenly appeared.

Even if Lin Pingzhi didn't understand "Xiangjian", he could still see that it was a "treasure sword".

At this time, Elder Qi stretched out his finger and lightly flicked on the long sword.

"Ding~" The crisp sound of the sword ringing around the beam was endless.

Then Elder Qi swung his long sword and slashed at a corner of the altar table, the sword light flashed, and the corner of the table rolled to the ground.

But when it was cut off, there was no sound at all.

In the attic on the third floor, there is only the "dong dong" sound when the corner of the table rolls down.

Lin Ping moved forward and stroked the altar whose corner had been cut off.

The cut surface cut off by the long sword is very smooth and even, without any burrs.

Lin Pingzhi turned around joyfully, and bowed to Qi Lao three times.

"I've heard about Qi Lao's reputation for a long time, but seeing him today really lives up to his reputation." Lin Pingzhi praised.

Veteran Qi retracted his long sword into its scabbard and said with a smile: "Nephew, I'm overwhelmed by the award. The old man's 'fake name' is also won by you young heroes who wield swords."

Lin Pingzhi glanced at the long sword on the altar table, and asked: "Old Qi said just now that the famous sword he forges is given to those who have a "fate", but the juniors don't know how much this "blessed fate" requires, so we can use it to make money." It can be regarded as a 'destiny'."

Old Qi laughed lightly, put one hand behind his back, stroked his beard lightly with the other, and said, "It depends on how many 'blessings' my nephew has."

"Sure enough, people are mature with age." Lin Pingzhi thought in his heart.

He understands what this means, buying and selling this kind of thing without a standard price, the price is opaque.

Basically, buyers or sellers make a price first, and then bargain.

However, this bid is also very learned. The seller's first bid should not be too high, which will make the buyer quit.

And if the buyer bids, it can't be too low.If it is too low, it will make the seller feel that there is no "sincerity".In the end, it was a shot and two parts.

Sellers want to make more money and buyers want to spend less.

Therefore, whoever bids first at this time will become more passive.

Although Lin Pingzhi is the young master of the Fuwei Escort Bureau, he is still a rolling pin bragging about this kind of thing - he doesn't know anything about it.

But Lin Pingzhi also wanted to try to ask.

Lin Pingzhi said: "I have heard for a long time that the swords cast by old Qi are always gifted to people with both civil and military skills. They are not warriors who can only be brave and aggressive. The younger generation is not talented. Apart from martial arts, they usually love poetry more. There are some incomprehensible points in the poems, and I ask the seniors to point them out."

Lin Pingzhi immediately said, "A little light is big, but three thousand karmic obstacles are deep."

Lin Pingzhi's verse is a line in "Wushan A Section of Clouds and Ignorance" written by Quanzhen Taoist Yin Zhiping.

But who wrote the poem is not important.The most important thing is the word "three thousand" in the poem.

As a veteran of Jianghu, Mr. Qi naturally understood what Lin Pingzhi meant.

After all, Mr. Qi is a well-known senior in the Jianghu. It would be a bit vulgar to speak out about this kind of matter.

If it does not meet the psychological expectations, it is not easy to directly refute and refuse as an elder Qi, with his own reputation.

In this way, the negotiation will be impossible, and it will even hurt Qi Lao's face, and there will be a "friendship" between the two that is not too deep.

Talking about poetry and Taoism, this elegant way is really good, and Elder Qi appreciates this young man even more.

Hearing Lin Pingzhi's verse, Qi Lao's eyes lit up, but he didn't change his face, and still stroked his beard lightly.

After thinking for a while, he said: "Although the poems of the sages of the Quanzhen School that my nephew said are good, but I always like landscape poems, and I don't have the 'immortal style' like my nephew."

Lin Pingzhi smiled and said: "Hehe, the younger generation has little talent and learning, so please give me your advice."

Qi Lao saw Lin Pingzhi's love for this sword.

"The distance is six thousand miles, and the earth is beyond the sky." Old Qi blurted out lightly.

Lin Pingzhi thought: "Father gave only five thousand taels of silver before he left, and there were many expenses on the way. Buying this kind of sword for six thousand can protect the family well, and it is not expensive."

It's just that Lin Pingzhi still wants to pay back the price.

Lin Pingzhi thought for a while and said: "The old Qi's sentence comes from the "Sent Travel Letters" written by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. It belongs to "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"."

"However, according to the humble opinion of the younger generation, Li Taibai should be the head of the poems and essays of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Li Taibai's "Ten Songs of the Emperor's West Tour to Nanjing" also titled "Anshi Rebellion" is also a long masterpiece. Among them, "The Sword Wall Gate is five thousand feet high. , the stone opens nine days for the pavilion.' In a word, the younger generation thinks it is wonderful."

After thinking about it for a while, Elder Qi smiled and said: "It's amazing! It's amazing! It's really amazing! My nephew is capable of literature and martial arts, but he is a talented person today. The sword that I forged is always given to heroes. My nephew is doing his part."

Hearing that Elder Qi agreed, Lin Pingzhi said happily: "Old Qi is too much, the younger generation just played tricks and made a fool of himself in front of the senior."

When Lin Pingzhi saw that the matter was settled, he didn't say anything more, and he went straight to the point.

"I just came in, and the younger generation saw that there are many famous swords in this sword pavilion. It must not be the work of Qi Lao alone." Lin Pingzhi asked.

Mr. Qi stroked his beard lightly and said: "It's natural, only among them, the swords of the upper and second ranks are from the hands of the old man. The swords of the lower ranks are all from the disciples of the old man who are ineffective. They have learned from the old master all these years. Art, there are only a few people who can make a middle-grade sword, hey~~ If they can have half the intelligence of my nephew, this old man can save a lot of effort."

Lin Pingzhi said with a smile at this time: "Hehe, Mr. Qi is a strict teacher, so he naturally has high hopes for his disciples. However, the younger generation sees that there are many famous swords in the lower class, and it is very hard for these 'brothers' to come."

"My father always said 'make more friends and less enemies'. Since Mr. Qi and my father are old friends, the younger generation also wants to continue this 'friendship', and also wants to get acquainted with these 'brothers'."

"But I didn't want to come in a hurry, I didn't prepare a small gift for meeting, I am really ashamed. The younger generation feels ashamed to meet these 'brothers', so"

As he spoke, Lin Pingzhi took out from his sleeve the stack of bank notes Mrs. Wang gave him before leaving.

He sorted it out on the way, and handed five 1000 tael bills to Mr. Qi.

Lin Pingzhi continued: "I have some money here, my junior. I would like to trouble Mr. Qi and this junior to reward these brothers. To show my heart."

(End of this chapter)