blogombal Chapter 192
Chapter 192
At this time, the exhibition hall was already full of people.
A professional staff member with a pair of white gloves held the sword in his hand and walked carefully to the center of the entire venue.
It was already noon, and the sun's rays above the sky were at their most intense.
He raised the sword in his hand high, and the corners of Zhou Tianwei's eyes moved slightly.
To say that it is not a lie not to worry, how much is the historical value of this ancient artifact, no one present knows better than him.
And at this moment, a miraculous scene happened.
All the experts who approached the sword saw a line of words reflected on the blade of the sword.
Everyone was shocked, and that line of crystal clear small characters slowly emerged under the refraction of the sun.
"
This is..." Master Dong Changping's hands trembled, and he said with some excitement: "A generation of war gods, champion Hou Huo is sick!" Liu
Xuexue's expression was agitated, and he muttered in his mouth: "This sword turned out to be his, but there has never been a record of this in the historical classics!"
It seems that a figure appears in everyone's minds, that figure, at the age of a teenager, has made world-class military achievements.
Throughout the thousands of years of Chinese civilization and dynasties, only one generation of the god of war Huo Quai, can shock the world at the weak age of about 20 years old and shock the world.
The systematic picture in Xiao Xian's mind gradually disappeared, this sword came from before 2000, and it was a cultural relic belonging to the Western Han Dynasty.
He Yingqiu's face trembled a little at this time, and he said unnaturally: "Even if there are these eight words, it doesn't mean that this sword is Huo Quai!"
Ouyang Yunfeng glanced at him and didn't speak, this person is a person from the National Literary Center.
He is the dean of the Faculty of Historical Research, so it is inconvenient to say more.
But all of you here are old experts, and everyone is wise, and you can't see what He Yingqiu has in mind.
It's obviously targeting Xiao Xian.
Zhou Tianwei didn't see what he wanted, he said: "The specific information of this cultural relic, how many people have been tossing and turning for a few days can not get it.
Why is it that only Xiao Xian was able to find a way and guess the origin of the cultural relics after a few glances?
This is a question worth thinking about!"
Zhou Tianwei glanced around, and ordered someone to take the sword back, the matter has come to this point, and there is no value in studying it anymore.
Order everyone to return to the exhibition hall.
And everyone's attitude towards Xiao Xian has also changed greatly, and they no longer treat him like a frizzy young man.
Although these old experts have always adhered to the attitude of elders towards the younger generations, they still appreciate the truly capable juniors.
There will be no bloody plot like in the TV series, and unscrupulous means will be used to suppress the younger generations.
The atmosphere in the exhibition hall also became warm, and Xiao Xian's move was initially recognized by this group of people.
He Yingqiu's face was ugly, this kind of thing was something he didn't want to see.
An outsider is just how can he be compared with their cultural family.
Zhou Tianwei came to his side and said earnestly: "I know that you are not jealous of Xiao Xian's talent, you just think that in this circle, only literary families can get involved."
Your xenophobia is too serious, and if you continue, you will not change anything in your life, and your lifelong achievements will stop there.
You have to learn more from your father, the family of the cultural world has imprisoned your heart too deeply.
And Xiao Xian, do you really just think that he is an empty talent?"
He Yingqiu suddenly raised his head, and he asked in a daze: "No...
Otherwise?" "Heart, and courage, don't forget that he is only in his twenties!" He
Yingqiu was shocked and speechless, Zhou Tianwei left, and his eyes fell on Xiao Xian, who was chatting happily with many experts and professors in the distance.
An inexplicable sense of self-shame suddenly exploded in the depths of my heart.
He admitted that he was envious! What he envied was
not the other party's ability and talent, but that Xiao Xian was so young that he was appreciated by Zhou Tianwei.
And he, however, has never been treated like this...