At this time, the eyes of everyone left in the hall were attracted. They were curious about how Ding Mu had the courage to challenge Master Qian?

Master Qian's reputation was not brought by strong winds, but was built up bit by bit over decades. He is a genuine master. Ding Mu is only seventeen or eighteen years old. How could he be Master Qian's opponent in treasure appraisal?

?

But Ding Mu also has a background. Not to mention the extremely cold beauty next to him, Ye Lang and Wu Yishan are both well-known figures in Shicheng, and they will not follow Ding Mu into mischief.

When Master Qian saw everyone's gaze, he realized that he had made a big deal out of it. Even if he defeated Ding Mu today, he would be known as a bully who bullied the younger ones. It was not worth it.

But the problem is, Ding Mu is so hateful. First he crippled Wang Ping's right hand in front of everyone, without saving him any face, and then used the power of crippled Wang Ping to sell him three million

He bought a demon pill worth millions at a low price, causing him to lose a fortune. Finally, when the trade fair was about to end, he jumped out and intervened again, saying that he had made a mistake.

If he could still endure this, Master Qian really wouldn't have to mess around anymore.

Ding Mu looked at everyone's reaction, then looked at Master Qian, shook his head and said: "There's no need to wash your hands in the golden basin. Your reputation over the past few decades has not been easy to come by. I'll save you some face."

After saying that, Ding Mu was about to leave, but how could Master Qian let him put the coins and leave in front of so many people?

"Stop! Ding Mu, I think you are scared! This long sword is only worth 5 million for the hilt. If I hadn't deliberately collected it, the market price would have been 4 million at most. If you don't take it today,

If you make this clear, don’t leave!”

"Why are you doing this?" Ding Mu said helplessly, "I have no enmity with you, and I don't want to ruin your reputation for decades. Let's end this matter."

"no!"

Master Qian became even more angry. The more Ding Mu gave in, the more he felt that Ding Mu was a strong man but a weak man. He even began to suspect that the middle-aged man was Ding Mu's agent and that he would lose his face by doing this.

"I have been in China for decades, and I have never been so underestimated by anyone! If this long sword is really worth ten million as you said, I will wash my hands in the golden basin immediately and go home to retire. But if you can't tell me

One, two, three, you have to apologize to me in front of everyone!"

Ye Lang frowned. Although he didn't think highly of Ding Mu, he knew something about Ding Mu's identity, which Master Qian couldn't compare to. So he came to Master Qian and whispered: "Master Qian, what happened today...

…”

"It's not easy for anyone to intercede! Ding Mu said in public that I made a mistake. Where will I put my face after the news spreads? The head of the Ye family does not need to say anything. Today, Ding Mu must give me an explanation."

Master Qian took a few steps forward and stood opposite Ding Mu, quite impressive.

"Well, since you insist on doing this, let me open your eyes."

Ding Mu opened the wooden box, grabbed the long sword with his right hand, and lightly tapped the connection between the sword body and the hilt with his left hand, and heard a click. Everyone's hearts were raised. Ding Mu had messed with the long sword.

broken?

Just when everyone was puzzled, Ding Mu held the blade of the sword with his left hand and took it off like a scabbard, revealing a foot-long short blade.

"Master Qian only knows one thing, but he doesn't know the other. This ancient object is not a long sword, but a short sword. That's why the sword handle is so short. The reason why he asked craftsmen to make it look like a long sword is to avoid revealing his wealth and avoid attracting others.

Thinking about it."

Master Qian's face changed a few times. He didn't expect that this long sword would have such a mystery, but how could he give up because of Ding Mu's few words? Instead, he said: "So what if it's a short sword? The short sword of the Han Dynasty,

It’s in good condition and is indeed valuable, but it’s unlikely to be worth 10 million!”

"Yes, a single Han Dynasty dagger in good condition is indeed not worth ten million, but the origin of this dagger is not that simple. Master Qian, why don't you stop here today and wash your hands in a golden basin?

How about I leave now?" Ding Mu said.

"No! I said that there must be a winner between you and me today. You said that this dagger has an origin. Tell me over there and let me open my eyes."

When Master Qian saw Ding Mu's concession, he was even more sure that Ding Mu was bluffing. With Ding Mu's age and vision, it was already very difficult to see that there was a dagger hidden in the long sword. How could he also see other things?

"Well, since you insist on doing this, you can't blame me." Ding Mu shook his head, "The origin of this short sword can be traced back to the late Han Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms period. Everyone knows that Cao Mengde has two swords, one is called Yitian, and the other is Qing.

"Yes, but very few people know that Cao Mengde also has a dagger called Baiyue, which is the dagger in my hand."

"Bai Yue?" Master Qian laughed disdainfully, "I have never heard of such a dagger. Could it be that you just made up a name to deceive me?"

Ding Mu smiled, "Cao Mengde's two swords have names engraved on them, Yitian and Qingzhi. Master Qian, can you take a look at this dagger to see if there are also engraved names?"

Master Qian put away his smile and took the dagger. Sure enough, he saw two ancient seal script characters on the sword: Bai Yue. Based on his experience, he could tell from the strokes, shape and depiction of these two characters that they were indeed Han Chinese characters.

It was carved in the late period, and the connection between the sword body and the hilt is completely natural without any gaps, which is completely consistent with the age of the hilt.

A dagger with a name from the late Han Dynasty, and it was probably the dagger once worn by Cao Mengde. Its value is different.

But he still refused to give up, "The sword is indeed engraved with the word "White Moon", and the sword was indeed cast in the late Han Dynasty. But how can you be sure that this dagger is Cao Mengde's sword? You need to know the origin of this dagger.

To a large extent, it can determine the value of the dagger. Whether it belongs to Cao Mengde or not, the value of this dagger is very different."

"Indeed, so the next thing I want to do is to prove that this dagger is indeed Cao Mengde's sword." Ding Mu took the dagger from Master Qian and pressed hard against the long sword made of modern steel in his left hand.

When it was struck, there was just a click, and the long sword made of modern steel was split into two, while the short sword in Ding Mu's hand was unscathed!

"Everyone knows that the Yitian Sword and the Qingzhi Sword can cut through iron like mud and break everything. It is the pinnacle of sword-making technology in the late Han Dynasty. Only short swords made under the same conditions can achieve such effects. What does Master Qian think?

"

Master Qian looked ugly, but still refused to admit defeat, "There is no record of Cao Mengde's White Moon sword in historical materials. You are just talking about it. If you just rely on this ancient White Moon sword to cut iron like clay, you can conclude that it is

If Cao Mengde owns it, isn't it too hasty?"

Ding Mu shook his head, "Master Qian once saw Cao Mengde's sword Qingzhi in Kyoto thirty-five years ago. Can you remember what the hilt of the Qingzhi sword looks like?"

When Master Qian heard this, he was stunned and his mind went blank: How did he know that I had seen the Qingzhi Sword before?

Seeing this, Ding Mu put away the Baiyue dagger, "That's it for now, I won't say anything more. Farewell!"

Ye Lang and Wu Yishan were equally confused. They didn't understand why Master Qian had such a reaction when Ding Mu mentioned the Qingzhi Sword.

But looking at it this way, Ding Mu clearly won this contest.

Everyone present was also shocked. They planned to watch the excitement, but they didn't expect that Master Qian lost to an unknown young man!

"etc!"

Master Qian finally came to his senses and called out to Ding Mu. Everyone showed different expressions. Could it be that Master Qian didn't have any tricks up his sleeve?
Chapter completed!