Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

Ma Chenggang dragged the items out of the pit, and Zhao Changming carefully inspected the wooden box before finally emerging from the pit.

Ma Chenggang placed the nylon bag on the ground but did not open it immediately.

Instead, first brush away the topsoil, because the bag had turned black from being buried for who knows how many years, and it wasn't just one layer, but was wrapped in several layers of nylon bags.

"It seems to be a metal object," Ma Chenggang said, explaining that he could tell by touch.

Chen Xuyang, standing beside him, was also filled with anticipation and excitement. If it really was an antique left by his grandfather, wouldn't he be rich?

Bai Yukui turned to look at Shen Qingzhou beside her and saw him staring intently at the nylon bag, as if he had seen something strange, with a rather odd expression.

Then he turned his gaze to Chen Xuyang, who was squatting to the side.

"Chen Xuyang, since this was left by your grandfather, you can dismantle it."

Upon hearing this, Chen Xuyang looked up at Bai Yukui.

Bai Yukui was facing away from the sun, the midday sunlight shining from behind her, giving her a golden edge. A gentle breeze lifted the ends of her hair. Although the backlighting made her face somewhat indistinct, this blurriness only made her more charming, causing Chen Xuyang to be slightly lost in thought until Bai Yukui asked him again, at which point he came back to his senses.

"Oh, okay," Chen Xuyang quickly replied.

Just then, a dagger was handed to him from the side. He turned his head and saw Zhao Changming, who had just climbed out of the pit.

"Use this." Zhao Changming smiled and gestured with his eyes.

"Thank you." Chen Xuyang then reached out and took it.

After taking the dagger, he didn't delay and began to carefully cut the rope binding him. The rope was also made of nylon, and even though it had been buried in the ground for who knows how many years, it was still very tough and difficult to cut in a short time. The others stood aside without urging him.

As for why we don't just separate the bags, it's mainly to avoid damaging the items inside, which would be counterproductive.

But in reality, Chen Xuyang was more anxious than anyone else present. He couldn't wait to see what was inside, but he had to be patient. Fortunately, he didn't keep everyone waiting too long, and the bag was eventually opened.

To everyone's surprise, the item inside was a long, narrow object wrapped in layers of plastic bags, which was very secure. This would largely protect it from the corrosive effects of underground moisture, making everyone even more excited.

Chen Xuyang didn't waste any time and continued to tear open all the plastic bags. As the anticipation grew closer, his movements became more rough. He tore and yanked the bags open quickly, but inside there was another layer of thick cloth wrapped around them.

Goodness, it's like a set of nesting dolls.

Chen Xuyang finally lost his patience and reached out to use the dagger in his hand to cut them off.

"Wait a minute," Shen Qingzhou said, stopping him.

Chen Xuyang looked up at him, his eyes revealing a hint of annoyance and dissatisfaction. Clearly, his anxious mood had caused him to lose his composure and become less rational than before.

But when he met Shen Qingzhou's eyes, all his anger melted away like ice and snow, and he even took the initiative to hand over the dagger in his hand.

"You...you come here," he stammered.

Shen Qingzhou waved his hand, squatted down, carefully searched for the seam of the cloth strip, and then carefully unfolded it layer by layer.

Seeing how cautious he was, the others became even more curious and full of anticipation.

But when they actually opened the cloth, they all exclaimed in surprise and showed their disappointment.

Because inside the cloth bag was a large broadsword, the blade of which could cover a person's entire face. The blade was rusted and had many notches, some large enough to fit a finger, others small like serrations, and some parts were even curled up.

The handle of the knife was wrapped with coarse hemp rope, which had become shiny from being gripped for a long time, and it had not rotted even after so many years.

"What the hell is this thing?" Chen Xuyang was greatly disappointed, and the words slipped out involuntarily.

But Ma Chenggang and Zhao Changming frowned, and even squatted down to examine the knife closely, looking at the strips of cloth wrapped around it.

They had seen blood, so they knew very well that the marks on the knife weren't all rust, but bloodstains, including the stains on the wrapping cloth, which weren't all dirt either, but bloodstains.

"This is a broadsword used to kill Japanese soldiers during the Anti-Japanese War," Shen Qingzhou explained.

Then he reached out and grasped the hilt of the knife, and picked it up.

Then Bai Yukui, Ma Chenggang, and Zhao Changming instantly felt a bone-chilling cold, as if they had swallowed an ice cube on a sweltering summer day. They shuddered and their pores burst open.

Only Chen Xuyang remained oblivious, chattering on and on, "Why would my grandfather bury a large sword here? Was it the one he used back then? He even participated in the War of Resistance against Japan..."

Ma Chenggang and Zhao Changming jumped up and retreated.

On the other side, Xiao Qiu, who was standing in the middle of the road, holding the black shadow dog head and watching from afar, turned around and ran away.

"Xiao Hei, you bad guy, wait for me..." Xiao Qiu said angrily.

As soon as the words were spoken, the dark figure quickly turned around, then hoisted Xiao Qiu onto its back and ran off into the distance again.

"Kill...kill...kill..."

As Shen Qingzhou gripped the hilt of his sword, he seemed to hear deafening battle cries echoing in his ears. The sounds were filled with a powerful, awe-inspiring force, a resolute spirit that disregarded life and death.

This is the spirit of sacrificing one's life for righteousness, the national spirit of never yielding, the determination to not give up an inch of land until the very end, and the will to forge ahead fearlessly for the sake of this land beneath one's feet and for future generations.

This pure spiritual will, transcending the individual, remains eternally on the rusty blade.

As long as China exists and the Chinese people are not extinct, this spirit and will will always exist.

Therefore, it is no exaggeration to call this rusty broadsword a national treasure.

Shen Qingzhou raised the knife to his chest, his fingertips lightly brushing the back of the blade, his face full of regret.

"What a pity...what a pity, sigh..."

"What's a pity?" Bai Yukui asked curiously from the side.

"It's a pity it's this era; otherwise, this would be a true divine weapon, and it might even have developed sentience and become a god," Shen Qingzhou said.

Although we live in a technological age, the will and spirit of some people endure forever, and this will never change in any era.

Bai Yukui listened thoughtfully, but Chen Xuyang, standing beside her, looked completely bewildered, wondering what all this was all about.

"Isn't this just a large broadsword that killed Japanese soldiers?" he said.

"Yes, this is a large broadsword that has killed Japanese soldiers, but because it has killed countless Japanese soldiers, it has acquired the power to ward off evil spirits," Shen Qingzhou said.

After recovering from his shock, Ma Chenggang suddenly realized, "Oh, so Grandpa Chen was worried about encountering ghosts while tomb raiding, so he used this knife for self-defense?"

Shen Qingzhou nodded and said, "That's probably how it is. After all, the Japanese are still devils, there's no difference. Later, they retired from the business and no longer needed it, so they buried it under the ginkgo tree."

"I see. So how much is this knife worth?" Chen Xuyang asked, somewhat disappointed.

"What value could something from modern times have? You could donate it to a museum commemorating the War of Resistance Against Japan; it'd probably be worth a banner," Shen Qingzhou said, glancing at him. "But I really like this thing. Name your price."

Chen Xuyang glanced at Bai Yukui standing beside him and said with a smile, "Since Mr. Shen likes it, then I'll give it to you. It's nothing valuable."

He wasn't worried that Shen Qingzhou was lying to him, because how much value could something from the Anti-Japanese War era have? Besides, the knife looked like it was almost unusable.

"Thank you very much then." Shen Qingzhou didn't stand on ceremony.

Chen Xuyang didn't say anything more, but kicked the lump on the ground with his foot, looking somewhat disappointed.

"what?"

It seemed like he kicked something with his toe.

Bao Gongyu's new work is here! Cola Novels is the first to update it online!