Just as Chen Shicheng was about to leave the antique market, he suddenly discovered that it was very lively here.
Could it be that some genuine item was discovered here?
Thinking of this, Chen Shicheng couldn't control his emotions anymore and decided to walk over quickly to see what was going on.
At this time, the people around saw that Master Chen Shicheng had returned, so they all made way for him.
After Chen Shicheng arrived here, he began to ask the onlookers what was going on, and then people told him the cause and effect of the incident.
After understanding this, Chen Shicheng couldn't help but laugh. Seeing that there was nothing to see anymore, he prepared to leave.
But just as he was about to leave, he saw the sick bronze sword in Lin Fengxing's hand. His eyes suddenly fixed, and then even his breathing became rapid.
"Old man, can you let me see this sword?"
Chen Shicheng walked forward and asked with a trembling voice.
In front of the stall, treasure appraiser Chen Shicheng was holding a bronze sword in his hand. At this moment, his eyes were wide open, as if he was still carefully confirming it.
On the side, those who came to watch were very puzzled. Could this bronze sword be a genuine one?
Then, people thought about it again and shook their heads. This was not possible at all.
"Grandpa, I'm taking a closer look, please don't be anxious..."
Chen Shicheng knew that he might have wasted their time for a while, but the more he looked at it, the more familiar the bronze sword seemed to him.
Lin Fengxing on the side was not in a hurry either. He also wanted to see if the person in front of him really knew what he was doing or was just pretending.
After thinking about this, Lin Fengxing not only did not urge Chen Shicheng, but suddenly found it interesting.
"Master Chen, what are you looking at here?"
"They've been looking at a fake for this long. Even I, an amateur, know it's definitely a fake. How could something from the Warring States period still exist? Even if it did, why would it be on this stall?"
"Maybe it's because this sword is so well-replicated..."
“..............”
After half an hour, the crowd began to express extreme impatience.
But they still did not choose to leave. They all wanted to see the final result here to see whether it was true or false.
At this time, Chen Shicheng became more and more fascinated as he looked at it, and then he suddenly took out a tape measure and began to carefully measure the bronze sword.
At this time, I could only hear Chen Shicheng muttering: Full court: 105 cm, blade length...
No one knew what Chen Shicheng was measuring, and people wondered why Chen Shicheng suddenly became weird.
"Could this be that famous sword................."
Chen Shicheng was talking, and then his occupational disease came on, and he started explaining to the people around him:
"The ten famous swords of ancient times have these characteristics: first, they are extremely sharp and absolutely rust-free; third, they have exquisite patterns; and fourth, they are intricately crafted..."
"This sword possesses almost all of these characteristics. Judging from its workmanship and the degree of corrosion on the hilt, it is clearly not something that modern people could have created."
"I've also looked up ancient texts before, and the only sword that meets these characteristics is 'Tai'a', one of the ten famous swords!!!"
Chen Shicheng spoke for a long time in one breath, and everyone around him was stunned.
After Chen Shicheng finished speaking, it immediately caused an uproar.
“What the hell??? No way, no way, this is actually the Taia Sword??? Master Chen, are you kidding me???”
"The Tai'a Sword exists in ancient books, but it's said that there was such a sword. However, no one has ever seen its true appearance."
"If this is really the Taia Sword, then let alone tens of millions, even billions would be far more than that..."
"Tell me quickly, is this... is this true......?"
“.........................”
At this moment, the discussion in the crowd made the stall owner's eyes widen. He stared at the sword in Chen Shicheng's hand with an extremely dull look. That was the sword he had just sold for eight thousand yuan.
At this moment, he just hoped that this was not true, otherwise, he might jump off the building in anger. He actually sold such a priceless bronze sword for only a few thousand dollars. Such a joke might follow him for the rest of his life, and he would never forget this pain.
At this time, Chen Shicheng was becoming more and more excited, and even the hand holding the sword was shaking uncontrollably.
At this time, he took out a magnifying glass from his body and carefully identified the pattern of the sword wound bit by bit, for fear of missing any details.
"The Tai'a Sword was forged by two great swordsmiths during the Eastern Zhou Dynasty: Ou Yezi and Gan Jiang of the Wu State."
"At the same time, it is recorded in the Strategies of the Warring States: The swords and halberds of the Han soldiers..."
As Chen Shicheng spoke, tears of excitement were about to come out.
"I now have eighty to ninety percent of myself. This sword is the legendary 'Tai'."
"However, the specific details of this sword still need to be carefully examined by a professional appraisal agency."
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