Chapter 690 A billion people


Chapter 690: Ping Yi Jingren

“Holy shit!”

When he heard that it was really the Nine Dragons Sword, Chu Heng’s face changed. His hands were so trembling that he almost lost the thing. go out.

Not because of excitement, but because this grandson is afraid of death!

This Nine-Dragon Sword was originally a funerary object in the Yuling Tomb of Qianlong. In 1928, because the warlord Sun Dianying stole the Yuling Tomb of Qianlong and the Dingdong Tomb of Cixi in the Eastern Tomb of Qing Dynasty, the Nine-Dragon Sword was also buried in Yuling Tomb of Qianlong. As Sun Dianying robbed the tomb, he reappeared in the world.

According to folklore, the Nine Dragons Sword is made of human blood. A total of 19 people died because they used their blood to maintain the sword. The yin energy is extremely heavy. People who are not extremely lucky and noble cannot own it. Only Only those who are blessed and noble like Qianlong can control it, otherwise the master will easily be killed by it.

This rumor is not without factual basis.

Because since Qianlong, there have been four people who have obtained this sword. The first one to bear the brunt is naturally Sun Erma's son Sun Dianying, followed by the spy Kawashima Yoshiko who was a child, and then Dai Li's confidant Ma Hansan, and finally Dai Li himself.

And the four of them, without exception, all died in the underworld, died unexpectedly!

So, Chu Heng is very conflicted now.

Looking at the legendary hot sword in his hand, his thoughts were just like the night Xiao Ni spent with him...

He was both afraid and wanted at the same time!

Things are indeed good things.

After all, the Nine Dragons Sword is priceless, and with the addition of those mysterious legends, this sword can no longer be measured by money!

Let's put it this way, if Chu Heng dares to steal this thing and sell it, the peanuts he will be rewarded will be enough to use the blue fire Gatling to attack them for two hours!

And the ashes have to be raised!

It is enough to show how precious this thing is.

But, but, but, this thing is so overpowering!

As a time traveler, Chu Heng is quite in awe of these magical things. He is really afraid that he will be killed by this thing!

He finally traveled through time and saved a lot of money. If he didn't wait for the tiger's body to shake, he would have lost everything. It was really a bit of a loss.

But he was a little unwilling to let him give up the national treasure he was about to get.

This is the Nine Dragons Sword!

How many people can’t even get what they dream of!

Chu Heng gently rubbed the sword, his expression changing.

In the end, greed defeated fear.

He gritted his teeth and stamped his feet.

Go away from the damn feudal superstition!

I want this sword!

I am the successor of XXism. What should I be afraid of!

After making the decision, Chu Heng's body also relaxed. He happily picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp. After looking at the Nine Dragon Sword for a while, he suddenly remembered the rumors about the sword's final whereabouts. , raised his head and looked towards Zhang glanced at him and asked doubtfully: "Master Zhang, I remember there were rumors that the sword was smashed in the plane with Lao Dai? In the end, it was thrown into the grave with him. How can this be done all the time?" What about the full tail?”

"Did you see it in front of you, or did I see it? They destroyed it when they said it was destroyed?" Zhang curled his lips, took a bite of the mutton, and sneered: "I'm telling you, this sword belongs to me." A family named Huang in the suburbs received it, and I also found out that the old man in their family had been with Lao Dai for more than ten years. Do you think there is anything here? Is there something fishy?"

"You mean..."

Chu Heng's eyes widened for a moment, he patted his thigh and said: "The one that Lao Dai was going to give to Lao Jiang was fake. Is this really hidden by his cronies?"

"That's right, otherwise, how could this thing be here?" Zhang Yi smiled.

“Hey, okay, I’m going to make some calculations, and I’ll get the advantage in the end!” Chu Heng smiled even happier.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yiyan glared at him and said to him: "Why are you taking advantage of me? This thing doesn't belong to you now!"

"What do you mean?" Chu Heng raised his head in shock: " Regret it?"

"No regrets! But if you want this sword, you must agree to one more condition!" Zhang Yi shook his head and stared at him with a burning gaze.

“You said it.”

Chu Heng’s face straightened, and he was ready to be opened wide by the lion. Zhang Yiyan took a deep breath and said slowly: "My condition is that if one day I am killed, you must save my life!"

"Okay!"

Chu Heng agreed without hesitation, his voice was sonorous and powerful, and then he said with a serious face: "I promise you, if that day comes, I will do my best to save you!”

Let’s not talk about the sword or not. Based on the relationship between the two of them, if that happens, how could he ignore it?

"Then the deal won't be a loss!" After Zhang Yi heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his face again. He was not worried that Chu Heng would break his promise because he believed in his own vision. !

Next, the two people who had known each other for a long time started changing glasses again, chatting about antiques, talking about old things, drinking fine wine, and the time flew by.

Until three o'clock at night.

After returning home with a full load, Chu Heng drove away drunkenly on a cart. Unlike when he came, there were three more large boxes on the cart when he left, which contained more than ninety antiques.

Enough to open many bathing centers.

……

The next day.

The morning dew is still there.

After Chu Heng, who was hungover last night, sent his wife to the unit, he first drank a pot of tea to refresh himself, and then carefully studied Journey to the West with his second roommate. After he completely sobered up, he took out With paper and pen, I began to draft some rectification suggestions on the safety production of the Transportation Department.

Feng Guofu doesn’t want to accept the move, so let’s continue teasing him!

Besides, there are indeed some areas in the transportation department that need improvement. He is just trying to beat a rabbit with a straw, just helping.

"Swiss, rustle..."

In the office, the sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper was endless, and the expression on Deputy Director Chu's face gradually changed from serious to abnormal...

The more he writes, the more he writes. Hey, the speed of the pen tip is also getting faster and faster.

In less than half an hour, three whole pieces of paper with rectification opinions were born.

“I haven’t written so many words for a long time!”

Chu Heng put down his pen, stretched his sore wrist, and was about to see if there was anything that needed to be modified, when there was a sudden knock on the door.

“Dong dong dong!”

“Come in!”

He hurriedly put the documents in the drawer and looked up at the door.

“Squeak!”

The door opened, and Xiao Le, the office's correspondent, walked in cautiously and said respectfully: "Chu Office, your wife called and said that your brother Yang Qing is here and asked you to go to Sanliang as soon as possible. shop.”

“I thought this guy wouldn’t come.”
Chu Heng muttered when he heard this, and immediately took out a pack of large cigarettes from the drawer and threw it to him: "Xiao Xiao has been working hard recently, so take this cigarette to smoke."

"No, no, I I..." Xiao Le, who was only sixteen years old, was not as naughty as a social person, so he hurriedly put the cigarette back on the table.

"Just take it, I know you smoke."

Chu Heng picked it up again and patted his hand, glaring and said: "What's wrong? Is it because I, the deputy director, can't speak well, or do you think I'm a bad smoker?"

"No, no." Xiao Le hurriedly shook his head, hesitated, and then carefully put the pack of cigarettes into his pocket. At the same time, he felt warm in his heart, feeling that Chu Suozhen was a kind and ordinary person.

(End of this chapter)