At first, Wang Zan thought that Song Huan was looking for him to have dinner just to simply thank him for taking care of Song Laohu's funeral, but later, he found that in addition to thanking him, the other party also had the intention of drunkenness not drinking.

Song Huan invited Wang Zan and Yu Hanqiu to have dinner in a Western restaurant in a high-end hotel. He ordered two bottles of red wine and the dishes were also very rich. Although the other party had lived abroad for a long time and had not come back for more than 30 years, he was still very familiar with the socializing style of the country.

After drinking a bottle of red wine, the wine of both sides became a little bit. After Song Huan touched the cup with Wang Zan once, he suddenly took out a bag and took out a portrait and handed it to Wang Zan.

Wang Zan took it in surprise and looked down for a few glances. The portrait was very good. The author's technique was very delicate and the details were also very well drawn. The picture was a very young man practicing martial arts, wearing shorts bare shirtless and a delicate buzz cut on his head. At that time, he was posing in a martial arts posture, with his left hand crossed his chest and holding a steel knife in his right hand.

Wang Zan vaguely saw Song Laohu's appearance on the young man's face in the portrait. If this were a photo, he probably felt that the appearance would be higher.

"This can't be your second uncle, right? It looks quite similar." Wang Zan put down the photo and looked up and asked.

"Haha, of course not, but you can also see that this person is a bit similar to my second uncle? This is my great-grandfather, that is, my father and second uncle's great master, a serious master of his inner circle," said Song Huan.

Wang Zan nodded, but did not respond. He knew that the other party showed him this portrait not to show off his ancestors, and there must be something to follow.

Song Huan paused, took another sip of wine before continuing, "Mr. Wang, have you seen the knife in my great-grandfather's hand?"

"Don't call me Mr. Wang, it's quite awkward. Just call Wang Zan directly." Wang Zan smiled, looked down again, and said, "I noticed, what's wrong?"

"You know, our Song family's ancestors are from Danei, the personal bodyguard of the two emperors of the Qing Dynasty. The family's kung fu has never been lost. However, only my second uncle is practicing martial arts. My father is not very suitable for his physical reasons." Song Huan pointed to Song Laohu in the photo and said, "The sword in the great-grandfather's hand is very good. It is said that it was a general from the Ming Dynasty. He fought with him for many years and killed countless enemies. Later, when the Ming Dynasty destroyed the Qing Dynasty, the sword went through kilometers and was given to my ancestors by the emperor, and then passed down from generation to generation."

Wang Zan said "Oh" and realized that this should be a heirloom. He only looked carefully for a while. The texture of the knife looked very good at first glance. The blade was about 70 cm long, and the blade seemed to have a cold light. The most important thing was on the handle of the knife. The handle of the knife below Song Laohu's wrist seemed to be inlaid with a gem, but because it was drawn, it was not clear.

Song Huan said: "This knife is quite particular. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is blowing hair like snow and peeling iron like mud. It has always been regarded as a family heirloom of the family, and then planned to be passed down from generation to generation. However, after the end of the Qing Dynasty, the war began to be in chaos. The ancestors of our Song family protected the royal people and hid everywhere. In the end, the Qing court was completely defeated and the responsibilities of the ancestors guarded the ancestors ended, but unexpectedly, this precious sword passed down also disappeared."

When Wang Zan heard this, he felt very suspicious. First of all, the other party looked for him not for simply eating and drinking, thank him. There must be something behind him, but when he heard this, Wang Zan thought, would you ask me to find a family treasure sword for you?

Wang Zan is still quite tired of finding things now, especially those related to the Qing Dynasty. Just like when I went back to find the Dhara Sutra, I wasted several months in circles and circles. It was very troublesome, but the benefits were obvious. If there was no such sutra, the grass might be even more troublesome.

Song Huan looked at Wang Zan very seriously and said, "My second uncle must have never mentioned it to you. The Song family has always had a ancestral teaching, just hoping that descendants can find this knife again, because the Song family, as a martial arts family, attaches great importance to this treasure. This knife is considered an antique but not much money, but it is of great significance to our family. My father and my second uncle actually searched it several times in their early years, but unfortunately they both got nothing."

Wang Zan nodded, suddenly pointed out the topic and asked: "You are looking for me, wouldn't you ask me to find this knife for you?"

Sure enough, after sighing, Song Huan nodded directly and said, "Yes, that's what I mean. I hope Mr. Wang has the opportunity to help me. After finding this knife, he will give it to my second uncle for burial. Although he has never mentioned it before, I think this matter must have been under his heart. He has never told you about it. I guess he may not be able to find it. Maybe he doesn't want to trouble Mr. Wang."

Wang Zan did not rush to agree to him, but thought about it in his mind. He had never even mentioned the matter at home when he met Song Laohu several times, let alone looking for a family heirloom. Maybe it was because of this, but Mr. Song might have let it go, or he didn't say it in his heart. But Song Huan mentioned it at this time. Do you need to help me?

"My second uncle has almost no pursuit in his life. To put it bluntly, he is a little stubborn, so he has been guarding the palace for most of his life. But I believe he has definitely not let go of the ancestral teachings of his family." Song Huan said slowly: "He should be embarrassed to mention it to Mr. Wang, but I think the second uncle must be thinking about it on the day he died."

Wang Zan frowned. What he said was equivalent to putting him on. That means it would be a pity that my second uncle died with his eyes closed because of this knife.

"You mean, want me to help? Then how do you know, I can help? You haven't found this knife for decades, why can I find it?" Wang Zan spread his hands and said, "To be honest, if you ask me to find a place or someone, it's a little bit, but a knife is just like a little bit, whether it's buried in the ground or falling into the river, it's as difficult to find a needle in a haystack. It's not realistic to find it, right?"
Chapter completed!