The museum agreed to the request to loan the sword, but did not allow the smiling man to find someone to pick it up himself. Instead, the museum sent someone to deliver it, as they were not confident that they would tamper with it.
The museum sent an uncle. The sword was too heavy for the girl to carry, so she handed the sword to the smiling man. The uncle smiled but refused to leave. His main point was that he was worried.
There was no other way. After asking the blue-faced man and consulting the director, the smiling man signed a confidentiality agreement with the uncle, repeatedly emphasized the importance of confidentiality, and then took him in.
When he saw Zhao Si, the uncle was stunned and obviously recognized this "spy".
"Mr. He, please sit down." There were only two stools in the room besides the interrogation chair. The green-faced man stood up and let the uncle sit.
"Thank you." The uncle was not polite at all. He was quite tired after the trip.
"How did it become like this?!" Zhao Si screamed and couldn't wait to watch the smiling man open the box and see the sword inside. It was covered with rust and there was no trace of the sword that could cut through iron like mud!
The condemnation in Zhao Si's tone was too obvious. The uncle felt guilty and aggrieved. "It has always been like this. We have carefully maintained it, but I don't know why it gets dimmer every year."
"How is that possible! I've only been missing for a year! Wen Feng has never been like this in the past twenty years!"
Wen Feng, Zhao Si named his precious sword because he wanted others to be frightened the moment they saw it...
"..." The uncle was confused and looked at the smiling man, "What does this young man mean? He said this sword is his?"
The smiling man nodded affirmatively, but he actually thought this was ridiculous.
"It was originally mine!" Zhao Si picked up the treasure that had been separated for a year with a heartache, and he was extremely distressed. "Wen Feng was very powerful before, he could cut iron like mud and blow away hair with a sharp blade!"
The uncle couldn't help but look at the smiling man and pointed at his head.
The smiling man pretended not to see it.
"Master, you said this sword can prove Zhao Si's identity. Now that the sword is in our possession, how can we prove it?"
Zhao Si also looked at the little Taoist priest. He wanted to get the sword back.
"It's not difficult. All it takes is a few drops of Mr. Zhao's blood."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Si had already bitten his finger.
"Don't be anxious, sir!" The young Taoist priest quickly stopped him, bit his finger and dripped blood onto the sword. The blood slid down the sword without leaving even a trace.
"You three can try it too." In order to be more convincing, the young Taoist priest invited the uncle, the smiling man and the green-faced man to drip blood together.
The green-faced man immediately stepped forward, while the smiling man seemed to be unconvinced. The uncle thought these people were all crazy, but he still dropped the drop. He just didn't believe it. It was all blood, so what difference could there be?!
And because there has always been an allusion to forging swords with blood in ancient times, they have also stained the sword with blood before, and have tried chicken blood, duck blood, pig blood, dog blood, and human blood!
The blood of the three people, like that of the little Taoist priest, flowed directly from the sword.
"Mr. Zhao, please come."
Zhao Si stepped forward and squeezed a few drops on it.
Suddenly, with lightning speed, the blood was absorbed by the sword, and the sword changed visibly, extending rapidly from the place where the blood dripped to the surrounding area, the rust fell off, and a cold light suddenly appeared.
The uncle was stunned, the smiley man was confused, and Zhao Si felt that he was so awesome!
It really is his baby! What a great honor for him!
"No...we've stained it with blood before...how could this happen?" The uncle muttered to himself as he looked at the sword that had become completely different.
"That's definitely different. This is my sword, of course it only reacts to my blood!"
Zhao Si was talking nonsense to pave the way for getting Wen Feng back, but in fact, he was right. This sword could only react to his blood.
No, that’s not entirely true. In fact, it will react to the blood of Zhao Si’s descendants, but he probably won’t have any descendants.
Zhao Si, originally surnamed Liu, should have been the crown prince of the dynasty that collapsed 2004 years ago. However, his father was unlucky and ended up destroying his own country...
His father and mother fled under the protection of their private guards. When they were at their wit's end, they met his master who came down the mountain to buy things. The master then entrusted his child to the care of his master, and his father left his sword to Zhao Si.
Wen Feng knew it wasn't called that, but Zhao Si didn't know what it was called. It was a peerless sword that had slain countless enemies. It was passed down from his grandfather to his father. The old man was a ruthless man, and in order to forge this peerless sword, he even soaked it in his own emperor's blood for 9981 days.
However, the result did not disappoint him. Wenfeng really lived up to the name Zhao Si gave it. It was invincible and feared by everyone, and its reputation spread throughout the entire continent.
His father left the sword to him so that Zhao Si could avenge himself. As long as he shows the sword, people will understand his identity, and people will support him, and he can restore his country!
Master Zhao Si naturally recognized this sword, but he did not want Zhao Si to avenge any enemies or restore his country. He just wanted Zhao Si to be safe and happy, so he never told Zhao Si about his identity, his parents, and he did not tell him about the things happening down the mountain, nor did he let his fellow disciples tell him. Zhao Si was even vague about which dynasty he lived in.
The master personally educated Zhao Si and turned him into a simple, innocent, happy and kind person.
The master actually didn't want Zhao Si to go down the mountain, but he had always seen Zhao Si's yearning to go down the mountain. He comforted himself that everyone has their own destiny, and he couldn't stop Zhao Si forever. Zhao Si would always take the path he was supposed to take, and he might not necessarily take the path his father wanted.
However, he didn't expect that there were other people who didn't want Zhao Si to go down the mountain.
Zhao Si's fate was extremely strong, and he had the potential to be an emperor. The Celestial Lord had been watching over him since he was born. If it weren't for Zhao Si's strong fate, his father would have been defeated long ago, but he managed to hold on until his safe birth.
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