After returning to the village, start chasing the mountain from binding Emei

Chapter 171: The precious sword weighs 365 pounds!
Song Kaiming didn't dare to let him play this.

Chen Yang was about to look away when he suddenly noticed that there was a stick placed horizontally under the wall where the shotgun was placed.

Blocked by other debris, only a part of it is exposed. It is pitch black in appearance and looks like metal.

He thought it was a gun barrel and reached out to grab it.

Get it cold.

Good weight!

I lifted it lightly, but it didn't lift up.

When Song Kaiming saw it, he smiled and said, "Forget about this thing. You can't play with it..."

"Ok?"

Chen Yang was a little surprised when he heard this.

He moved away the debris next to it, and the object's true form was revealed under the light.

It looks like a gun but isn’t a gun; it looks like a knife but isn’t a knife.

It looked like a one-meter-long broadsword connected to a nearly two-meter-long stick.

Strange knife!

This word emerged in Chen Yang's mind.

This is an ancient cold weapon that was popular during the Tang and Song dynasties. It is a heavy cold weapon used to deal with cavalry - the Mo Dao.

The single-pointed, double-edged blade glowed with a cold light. Although the ground was damp, there was no sign of rust.

It lay there quietly, pressing the soil on the ground into a depression.

Song Kaiming said, "I don't know how old this thing is. My grandfather said that it was dug out from the Erlang Temple in Sipan Mountain..."

"It is said that when Erlang Temple was built, a piece of fine iron was transported from Luoshan. Originally, they wanted to cast a three-pointed, two-edged sword for the statue, but for some unknown reason, it failed to take shape. In the end, it was cast into a single-pointed, two-edged sword and has been kept in the temple ever since..."

"Later, when the temple was rebuilt, the knife was dug out. For some unknown reason, it ended up in Jiapigou. When my family was renovating the house and digging the foundation, they dug it out. No one dared to move it, so it has been preserved here ever since..."

In other words, the knife has always been here, and their family just built a house on the knife.

"This knife is incredible. It's three meters long and weighs 365 kilograms. You can't even lift it with a few people."

Song Kaiming shook his head repeatedly. 365 pounds, what does that mean?
If I put pressure on you, I can squeeze the shit out of you.

"Let me try?"

Chen Yang became interested. This was simply a magical weapon.

"Ah."

Song Kaiming was happy, "Okay, you try it. If you can lift it, I'll give it to you."

Their family had been unlucky since their grandfather's generation, and his generation was even more disabled and impoverished. Sometimes, he even wondered if it was because of the knife that was placed there.

After all, these were things that came out of the temple, and some of them were strange and weird, which might bring trouble to their family.

"Uncle, please move aside!"

Chen Yang put the snake skin aside and got ready.

"Take it easy, be careful not to hurt your back."

Song Kaiming took two steps back and felt like laughing.

He could even imagine Chen Yang's embarrassing look when he couldn't lift the Mo Dao.

Chen Yang spat some saliva into his palms, rubbed them vigorously, and grabbed the handle of the Mo Dao.

More than 300 kilograms is indeed very heavy for ordinary people, but Chen Yang is obviously not an ordinary person.

His physique is at least five times that of an ordinary person.

There is definitely no problem lifting more than 300 kilograms.

"drink!"

Chen Yang let out a low roar and exerted all his strength.

The next second, Song Kaiming's smile froze on his face.

His pupils suddenly contracted and his expression turned into surprise.

Woke up.

Really got up.

The sword weighing more than 300 pounds slowly left the ground and was actually lifted up by Chen Yang.

What a ghost.

Song Kaiming rubbed his eyes in disbelief and opened his mouth slightly.

Is this boy so strong?
"Humph!"

Chen Yang groaned, and lifted the sword horizontally. It was heavy, indeed heavy.

With his current physique, he should be able to lift anything that weighs less than 500 kilograms. However, being able to lift it and being able to lift it easily are two different things.

It’s heavy. It’s really heavy.

Now, this knife gave Chen Yang the feeling that it was like an ordinary person carrying something weighing fifty kilograms.

I can hold it, but I can't dance with it.

The place here is small, so he can only carry it flat like this.

Hundreds of kilograms of weight were pressing on him, which, together with his own weight, was over 500 kilograms. His feet had pressed two pits into the soft ground.

"Put it down quickly, you've sprained your waist." Song Kaiming said anxiously.

"It's okay. I can carry it."

Chen Yang shook his head gently, "Uncle Kaiming, does what you just said count?"

Song Kaiming nodded, "It counts, it counts..."

Chen Yang smiled and said, "Please move aside and I will take it out."

"it is good."

Song Kaiming quickly moved out of the way.

He wanted to go over and lend a hand, but he was still holding a crutch and didn't have the strength to do so. He could only help Chen Yang pick up the snake skin.

……

The cellar was too narrow and the Mo Dao was long and heavy. After more than ten minutes, Chen Yang took great pains to get it out of the cellar.

"call!"

In the yard, Chen Yang tried to dance.

It is indeed very heavy and very strenuous.

With his current physical condition, he couldn't use it freely and could only do some chopping movements with great difficulty.

After just swinging in circles a few times, Chen Yang felt his arms sore, and he was panting and sweating profusely.

Bang!
The long knife was thrust into the ground, causing the ground to shake and a deep pit to form due to the long handle of the knife.

The blade and handle were three meters long, and the rubber flagpole standing there was taller than Song Kaiming's house.

Song Kaiming's family stood at the edge of the yard, all with expressions as if their jaws were about to drop to the ground.

Three hundred and sixty-five kilograms.

What does this mean? Many pigs don’t even grow to this weight.

Huang Can stepped forward and tried to pull it up.

Not moving at all.

"General Chen Yang, I wish to crown you as the best in the world."

Huang Can couldn't help but give Chen Yang a thumbs up.

He knew that Chen Yang was very strong, but he had no real idea of ​​how strong he was. Now he was truly impressed.

In the past, when I heard that some people were born with supernatural powers, that Overlord Xiang Yu could lift a tripod, and that Lu Zhishen could uproot a weeping willow tree, I thought it was just fantasy. Now it seems that perhaps these legends are too conservative.

Chen Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Uncle Kaiming, can I take this knife?"

"take it."

Song Kaiming smiled rarely. "This thing is worth less than scrap metal. As the old saying goes, a good horse deserves a good saddle. But you should be careful. This knife is too heavy. Be careful not to hurt yourself when you use it."

"That's called giving a sword to a hero. Can it speak?" his wife Huang Xia said immediately afterwards.

Song Kaiming was embarrassed when he heard this, "You are the only one who is educated?"

"My sister at least attended junior high school."

With just one sentence, Huang Can made Song Kaiming unable to deal with it.

"It's great that you've finished junior high school..."

Song Kaiming's eyes widened.

He drank a few glasses of wine in the evening, and he must be drunk now.

When Chen Yang saw that the atmosphere was not right, he quickly said goodbye.

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ps: Thanks to the book friend [缘定三生三世] for the reward of 500 yuan. Guigu thanks you for your support.

(End of this chapter)