Old Harden, can you handle having your vision-shifting abilities on all the time?

Dinner was very enjoyable.

Li Yuting is a very good conversationalist; she can chat about anything and everything.

The dishes at this Cantonese restaurant were truly exceptional; Xu Xing hadn't enjoyed a meal like this in a long time.

He ate slowly and deliberately, occasionally responding to Li Yuting with a few words, listening to her tell stories about her studies at the Chang'an Academy of Fine Arts and her strange and wonderful creative inspirations.

It was almost seven o'clock when they finished eating. Li Yuting insisted on paying the bill, which came to 320 yuan.

As we left the restaurant, the streetlights were just coming on, and the night market on the adjacent antique street was bustling with activity, the lanterns lighting up one by one, creating a unique atmosphere.

Li Yuting waved to him with a smile and said, "Brother Xu, let's meet up again next time!"

Xu Xing waved his hand and said, "Remember to eat on time in the future. Low blood sugar is no joke."

"Okay!"

Li Yuting said, "I'll be going now, I'll contact you on WeChat later!"

She waved to flag down a taxi, and as she opened the car door, she turned back and waved to Xu Xing before getting in.

The car merged into the traffic, its taillights gradually disappearing into the night.

Xu Xing stood there for a few seconds, then turned and walked towards the parking lot. He got back into his car, started the engine, and drove home.

At 8:30, the car drove into the familiar old residential area.

Xu Xing parked his car, picked up his backpack, went upstairs, washed his face, and then turned around and walked into the living room. He took out a phone holder from a drawer, adjusted the angle of his phone to ensure that he could capture the coffee table and his hand movements in full.

Then he turned on the recording function.

He took the broken peach wood sword out of his backpack and showed it to the camera, focusing particularly on the rotten silk threads wrapped around the hilt and its two-piece structure.

Then he took out his keychain and carefully used nail clippers to cut off the remaining thread on the sword hilt.

After all the silk threads were removed, the joint between the two sword hilts was revealed. The joint should have been glued together, but after a hundred years, the glue had long since lost its effectiveness, leaving only dark brown traces.

Xu Xing used the tip of the key to gently pry open the seam.

"Click."

With a soft click, the two sword hilts separated, revealing the wad of yellowed and brittle straw paper.

He held his breath and carefully used the tip of his key to pick out the scrap paper. The scrap paper crumbled at the slightest touch, but among the fragments, a small, dark red sword lay quietly.

Xu Xing pinched the small sword between two fingers and held it in front of the camera.

It is about six centimeters long, and the red copper material has a dark reddish-purple glow under the light.

The moment his fingertips touched the sword, a warm current, far stronger than the previous Li Yuanhong Founding Commemorative Silver Coin, surged into his fingertips like a flood bursting its banks!

Xu Xing shuddered and almost dropped his phone.

A warm current instantly flowed through his limbs and bones. He felt every cell in his body cheering and jumping for joy, as if parched land had received sweet rain. All the pores on his body opened up in an instant.

After the warm current circulated throughout the body, the remaining part converged towards the lower abdomen, and the small space that had been created earlier rapidly expanded.

When the storm had completely subsided, he could feel that the weight-bearing capacity of his dantian space had increased from the original 0.15 kg to 3.3 kg.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, turned off his phone to save the recording file, then took the small sword to his desk, turned on the desk lamp, and took out a magnifying glass.

Under strong light and a magnifying glass, the details of the small sword become even clearer.

The engraved lines on the sword are as fine as hair, but each stroke is precise, powerful, and without any hesitation.

The tortoise head, snake body, cloud patterns, and star dots of the Zhenwu Dao pattern are all lifelike, exuding an ancient and solemn atmosphere.

The characters "Kunyang" on the sword hilt are written in an ancient and vigorous style, which is something that no ordinary craftsman could have done.

The copper oxide layer is thick and natural, and the surface has a warm and lustrous patina, black with a hint of purple and red, without being greasy or oily.

Xu Xing opened his phone and searched for relevant information.

Messages scrolled across the screen.

In the early and mid-Ming Dynasty, red copper was indeed a commonly used material for casting Taoist ritual implements, as its dark red color was believed to contain the virtue of fire and have the effect of warding off evil spirits and suppressing malevolent forces.

Zhang Sanfeng, a legendary Taoist figure revered by emperors throughout the Ming Dynasty, did indeed claim to be the Kunyang Zhenren and left behind many legends in places like Wudang Mountain.

However, he did not find any more detailed information about the small magic sword.

Even based solely on the current confirmed facts, the value of this bronze magic sword is definitely over a million.

If he had found such a bargain a month ago, his first reaction would definitely have been to call his son and excitedly tell him that he didn't have to worry about the mortgage anymore.

But now he wouldn't be foolish enough to lift him up again, and if it's going to be a cut, it has to be a complete cut.

He plans to find an opportunity to sell these two items as soon as possible, then move to a new house, change his phone number, and completely sever ties with the past.

While taking out his phone to check out secondhand homes in Chang'an, Xu Xing answered the phone.

"Brother, are you asleep?"

Zhang Ming's voice came through the television in the background.

"No, did something come up when I got home?"

Zhang Ming said, "How about we go fishing at Heihe Reservoir tomorrow, Sunday? I heard the fish catch has been pretty good lately, with crucian carp weighing over half a pound each."

Xu Xing paused for a moment while holding the water glass.

Fishing is one of his few hobbies, but he has always been too busy to go before.

But things are different now.

He readily agreed, "What time should we meet?"

Zhang Ming said, "I'll pick you up at 5:30."

"it is good."

……

Xu Xing woke up at 4:50 the next morning before his alarm went off.

He opened his eyes before dawn but was in good spirits. His sleep quality had improved significantly after his body was modified, and sleeping five or six hours was equivalent to sleeping eight or nine hours before.

I got up, washed up, changed into an old dark gray quick-drying T-shirt and a pair of camouflage fishing pants, put on non-slip river tracing shoes, and rummaged through the storage room to find the dusty fishing box, fishing rod bag, stand, and landing net.

At 5:30 sharp, he came downstairs carrying large and small bags.

Zhang Ming's car was already waiting downstairs. He rolled down the window, leaned out, and called out, "Brother, over here!"

After Xu Xing put his things in the trunk and sat in the passenger seat, Zhang Ming started the car while looking him over.

She couldn't help but say again, "Brother, you're terrifying! I didn't get enough of you yesterday, and you look even younger today. Seriously, what did you do? What kind of magic pill did you take?"

Xu Xing reiterated his previous statement: "A good mood naturally makes you look younger."

"Fine, if you don't want to talk, then forget it."

Zhang Ming didn't ask any further questions and drove the car out of the residential area.

"But brother, are you really planning to break things off with Yanle just like that after what happened yesterday?"

Xu Xing looked out the window at the rapidly receding street scene without saying a word.

Zhang Ming sighed and said, "I know you're angry, and I would be too, but we're still father and son. You'll still have to rely on him when you get old, won't you?"

Xu Xing sneered, "With his pathetic appearance, do you think I can rely on him? Let's not talk about him, he's a real pain."

Zhang Ming grinned and said, "Alright, let's go fishing and relax today."