She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"The Xu family will not give away the sword easily."

Manshu nodded.

"But, a sword is given to a hero. I can pull out this sword, so the old man of the Xu family gave it to me."

"What's more, this sword doesn't belong to the Xu family. Someone just gave it to the old man of the Xu family for safekeeping."

"The owner of the Fengming Sword left a message, saying that he would give the Fengming Sword to whoever could draw the sword."

"Look, I have become the destined person who can pull out the Fengming Sword."

Manshu's eyebrows were raised, unable to conceal his arrogance.

It was as if he was saying to Professor Yan: Grandpa, do you think I’m awesome?

"The destined one." This was the first time Professor Yan heard this expression.

However, he was very curious about his granddaughter.

"Can you really pull out the Fengming Sword?"

He had just tried it himself, and the sword seemed to be welded to the scabbard and could not be pulled out at all.

He even suspected that this sword was not intended to be opened when it was first forged.

Manshu saw that Grandpa Yan didn't believe him, and saw that others were also looking at him with interest.

I knew I had to perform in public.

So she took the sword from Professor Yan.

The magic power was infused into the sword, and the sword was pulled out easily.

With a "clang" sound, the sword was completely unsheathed, the blade was sharp, and there was a flash of cold light.

"How could it be? This is actually true." Professor Yan had always believed that the Fengming Sword was so miraculous that it was exaggerated.

If no one else can pull out a sword, then over time the sword will become nothing special.

But if one day the sword finds its owner and someone can really pull it out, he will definitely become famous.

"Take a look."

Manshu asked Professor Yan to hold the sword for him to see and put the scabbard aside.

"Aju, go get my reading glasses."

Professor Yan touched the Fengming Sword, feeling the slight chill, and was reluctant to let it go.

Qin Ru glared at him: "Don't you have hands?"

However, although Ms. Qin Ru said this, her actions were not slow.

Professor Yan's glasses were on the coffee table, and she quickly took them over.

Only after Professor Yan put on his reading glasses did he carefully observe the sword.

The sword was shiny all over, with a sharp edge as sharp as a cicada's wing, and the word "Fengming" was engraved on the place closest to the hilt.

Is it really the Fengming Sword?

He took it in his hand, gestured a few times casually, and was already out of breath.

"No, this sword looks light, but it's actually quite heavy. It's not easy for someone my age to play with it."

As he said this, Professor Yan took the scabbard and wanted to put the sword back.

But before he could make any move, Ms. Qin Ru snatched the sword away.

"Let me try!"

Ms. Qin Ru went to the countryside during those years and also had to work there.

Although her strength is not as good as Professor Yan's, who is a man, it is still not small.

However, when she was dancing with the sword, she felt it was a bit strenuous.

"This sword is beautiful and sharp, but it is not suitable for women."

Ms. Qin Ru shook her head and actually felt it was a pity.

Professor Yan glanced at her and said, "This isn't the ancient times. Who would dare to use this sword nowadays?"

No matter how good something is, it can only be kept at home.

"Manshu, it's not easy for you to bring this sword on the plane. Why don't you leave it at home? When you come to the capital to study, you can see it anytime."

When Manshu saw Professor Yan's eyes flickering, he instantly understood what he was planning.

I couldn't help but laugh: "Okay, since grandpa likes it, let's keep it at home."