A dragon-slaying sword passed down by the ancestor Kou Qianzhi was hung on the Tianma River. Every night, there would be a wailing sound in the water like thousands of souls roaring together. In the morning, a few golden dragon scales would float out... Later, before my grandfather died, he told me how to use this sword. As soon as he took it out of the sheath, he would bet with ghosts and gods!
