Quick Time Travel Plane Development 2

Zheng Xiantong looked carefully from the hilt to the tip of the sword, but saw nothing.

It was only normal that she didn't notice it. Since the sword returned to the Zheng family, she had taken a closer look at it countless times with the sword.

In order to find the sword, three generations of the Zheng family have conducted in-depth research on ancient swords, but they learned no less professional knowledge about swords than some of the experts they had sought.

After getting the sword back, the Zheng family all took a look at the sword. It looked like an ancient sword with an ordinary shape. It was also appraised by an appraisal expert and it was not worth much.

This sword should have been passed down to Zheng Hongsheng, a direct descendant of the family. The sword was recovered by the Zheng family's father and daughter, and the other clan members did not raise any objections to the sword's ownership.

The main reason is that the sword is not worth much. If it is worth 18 million, someone will always jump out to snatch the sword's ownership, regardless of whether they are related by blood or not.

"If there is really any mechanism that can hide things, there must be some gaps in this sword." Zheng Xiantong couldn't find any gaps with a magnifying glass.

Zheng Hongsheng nodded and said, "I've searched for it too, but I can't find any place that seems to have an agency."

Zheng Xiantong really couldn't see the mystery and said in frustration, "Dad, isn't it hidden in the sword body? To get the contents inside, you have to break the sword?"

"No." Zheng Hongsheng resolutely denied Zheng Xiantong's words, "This sword must be passed down from generation to generation, and it must not be damaged in our hands. Tongtong, when the sword is handed over to you in the future, you cannot do this. I would rather If you can't find the universe, you can't break the sword."

"Dad, I just remembered the scene in the martial arts movie. I just said casually that I really want to break the sword." Zheng Xiantong raised his oath again, "I promise that I will never damage the sword at any time. The sword is with me. Now, if I die with the sword, I will die."

Zheng Hongsheng gave Zheng Xiantong another blow to the forehead, "If you die with the sword, you will die. Life is important. Back then, the bandits were trying to grab swords. When your great-grandfather and the others saw that they could not defeat the bandits, they abandoned their swords and wealth to save their lives.

Look, the sword has returned to our Zheng family. If your great-grandfather and the others had tried their best to protect the sword, you and I would never have been born. "

Zheng Xiantong rubbed his forehead and said with a grimace, "I know, I said the wrong thing."

Zheng Hongsheng picked up the sword and looked at it again, "You couldn't see it either. Did I understand it wrong?"

The word "Zheng" hidden on the hilt of the sword was facing Zheng Xiantong. Something flashed through her mind but she couldn't catch it.

After thinking about it for a while, he stopped thinking about it and said half-jokingly, "Dad, this sword won't have to be recognized with a drop of blood, right? Didn't our ancestors say that Mrs. Fu is a person with great ability? Perhaps the great ability is Can you tell me about the legendary magic?"

Zheng Hongsheng's face showed a trace of embarrassment and he coughed dryly, "What you said may not work. In reality, there is no such thing as bloodshed."

Zheng Xiantong caught the embarrassment on Zheng Hongsheng's face and rolled his eyes, "Dad, it's not like you've done this before, right? Did you shed your blood and confess your master?"

Zheng Hongsheng's left hand curled unnaturally, "How could I do that stupid thing? Well, I just accidentally cut my hand and the blood got on the sword."

Zheng Xiantong pursed his lips and smiled, but did not laugh out loud to save Zheng Hongsheng's face. It was accidentally opened, maybe some blood was deliberately pricked to test the possibility of identifying the owner through the blood.

I didn't expect you to be such a dad.

"I just want to give it a try." Zheng Hongsheng simply broke the jar and said, "Your father and I also grew up reading martial arts novels. There is a sentence in the notepad that only the blood of the Zheng family is worthy of this sword. Mentioned blood.”

Zheng Xiantong tried hard not to laugh anymore, "Dad is right, this method is so simple, it doesn't matter if you try it. Dad, you have tried it, and I will try it too. It just so happens that my digestion is not good recently, so it would be helpful to have some finger blood." "

She thought it was fun at first, but after she finished speaking, she had a vague feeling that this method might work.

She had this vague feeling more than once. Is it true that there are ancestors blessing you?

"Alright." Zheng Hongsheng agreed. Anyway, a few drops of blood will have no effect on the body.

Zheng Xiantong just did it.

It is not advisable to cut a hole with a sword. Who knows what kind of germs may be contaminated on the sword.

Although the family is not a family specializing in traditional Chinese medicine, there are some common methods passed down from ancestors to treat headaches, brain fever, bruises and injuries. Everyone in the Zheng family knows a little about it, and there is no need to ask for help for common illnesses.

I have silver needles for acupuncture at home.

Zheng Xiantong sterilized the silver needle again, pricked it on his fingertip, squeezed out a drop of blood, and dripped it on the blade of the sword.

After waiting for a while, the blood on the sword blade did not undergo any other unusual changes except that it began to dry.

The faces of father and daughter showed the same disappointment.

Zheng Hongsheng handed the scabbard to Zheng Xiantong, "Try the scabbard again. One drop may not be enough, but two more drops will be fine."

Zheng Xiantong gave Zheng Hongsheng an angry look, "You really haven't run away because my biological father can't say such deceptive things to his daughter." But he obeyed and squeezed out another drop of blood and dripped it onto the scabbard.

The two fathers and daughters were disappointed again, and the scabbard did not move.

Zheng Xiantong's mind flashed, and now she caught the thing she was thinking about. She squeezed out another drop of blood and dropped it on the sword handle where the word "Zheng" was engraved.

Zheng Hongsheng felt sorry for his daughter, "That's enough, that's enough, stop dripping."

"Click."

There was a soft sound, which was heard by both father and daughter, who stared at the sword in disbelief.

"Click."

Now the father and daughter could hear it more clearly. The sound came from the hilt of the sword. It was absolutely true!

The hilt of the sword, which had no cracks before, was now cracked, as if a cover had popped open.

"Tongtong!" Zheng Hongsheng pointed to the hilt of the sword excitedly, "It's really good. It works. It turns out that the ancients really had the technique of dripping blood to identify the owner. Our ancestors were so powerful."

He held his chest that was pounding loudly, fearing that it would jump out if he didn't hold it.

Zheng Xiantong was also very excited, "I never thought I would have such a fantasy day."

"Huh, no, Dad is too excited. Tongtong, come here. Huh."

Zheng Xiantong took a deep breath, stepped forward and gently opened the hilt of the sword's cover, revealing a long hole one finger wide and one palm long.

The hole was not empty, it was filled with something like silk.

"There really is a treasure map!" It's not the treasure map that's hidden so secretly.

More than four hundred years have passed, and the silk is still as white and shiny as new.

Zheng Xiantong stabilized his hand and took out the silk items inside.

It was a little heavy-handed, and there was something wrapped in the silk.

She placed the silk items on the table and opened them carefully.

There are two things wrapped in silk, a jade pendant and a key.

"What a treasure map."

It was a guess just now, but now it is true, because there is a map and some writing embroidered on the silk.