The picture of Sima Swift Wind sending stones to himself was still vivid in Su Ming's mind, but now such a living person died in front of him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Mr. Sima's death has brought a lot of mysteries to Su Ming, and at the temporary moment, Mr. Sima is clearly saying the word Gongzi in his mouth, but the last word is not spoken. But in Xianyang City, the sons of the old and the young, adding up to no less than 100 people, who will it be?

Su Ming was stunned, thought for a long time, and stared at Sima Jifeng for a long time, then breathed a long sigh of relief, but looked up just to meet the eyes of Mi Bazi. It was said that Mi Bazi stared at Su Ming for a long time, and she was waiting for Su Ming to say something to herself.

"Madam, I think this matter is very strange!"

Su Ming expressed his doubts.

Seeing Su Ming's expression, Mi Bazi first thought about it, speaking of strangeness, what would be strange, is it related to Ji'er's entry into the palace. Mi Bazi was very anxious, but he was not in a hurry when he asked.

"Zijue, what do you think is strange?"

Listening to Mi Bazi's soft words, Su Ming seemed to reflect that the person in front of him was none other than Mi Bazi.

Su Ming didn't intend to hide anything, and at that moment, he told him about Mr. Sima and the stone he had met before.

Mi Bazi stood in front of Su Ming, his head calm, very puzzled, the origin of this stone, I had heard Su Ming talk about it a long time ago, and I didn't care about it at the time, but now I think about it, but there is really a problem, obviously, this person is coming for Ji'er.

"Sword!"

Su Ming said that Mr. Sima's sword was very powerful, the outfit was peculiar, and Mi Bazi suddenly caught something, for her, who was born in Chu since she was a child, how could she not know that in that place, there was a group of powerful swordsmen.

"Is there anything doubtful beyond that?"

Mi Bazi frowned, thought about it carefully, and continued to ask.

There are a lot of bizarre things today, first Yingji and Wei Ran were called into the palace, and now the situation is unknown. Later, Su Ming brought such a person, is there anything related to this?

"When Mr. Sima was dying, he said the word "gong" in his mouth, which I guessed should be Gongzi, but he didn't finish it. ”

Childe, what is this?

"What else?"

"Wu Hook."

Wu hook?

"Are you sure?"

Mi Bazi was puzzled at first, and suddenly shocked.

Su Ming nodded solemnly.

Mi Bazi was stunned, Wu Hook.

Qin's law is strict, and the control of this blade is also very strict, and the Qin people mainly use swords, and Wu Hook will only be more in the land of Wu Yue, so there will not be many Wu Hooks in Xianyang City, is this the same as the assassination of Yingji, Yingci did it?

Mi Bazi didn't want to say anything at the moment, because she still wanted to see again.

"Zijue, I'm tired! Since this person is already dead, let's arrange for someone to bury it, as for the rest, just wait for Ji'er to come back from the palace and make a decision, I'm a little tired! ”

Obviously, Mi Bazi is a little tired, and her face is full of tiredness, just because she worries more than Yingji.

"Madam, maybe I know the origin of this person, let me deal with this matter!"

Su Ming pointed to Sima Feng's body lying there and asked at Mi Bazi.

Mi Bazi didn't seem to expect Su Ming to have such an idea at all, as if he suddenly found that when a person grew up, he still thought he was very young.

"It's good!"

Mi Bazi nodded, leaving Su Ming alone against Sima Fengfeng's body.

Su Ming could personally feel that this Mr. Sima's swordsmanship was very high, very high. The feeling given to him is like when Tong Bai taught himself swordsmanship, every time he swung the sword, the power he exuded.

However, Bai Qi is wide open and closed, and the military battle array is unmatched; Mr. Sima, the long sword is thin, and the speed is extremely fast, like a gust of wind, fighting against others, leading the way!

If you want to seriously injure him like this, it is impossible to do it without more than ten or twenty people, and it is the same Wu hook in hand, which is clearly the iron-clad guard of Yingci. As for why Yingci's dead man killed this person, you have to ask those men in the blacksmith's shop.

Su Ming guarded the corpse and waited for Yingji, but when it was dark, he still didn't see Yingji come back.

At present, this palace is like a huge mouth, and no one who eats it spits it out. Su Ming knew what he had to do, since he left Luoyi, it was all said by others to do it himself, and now he has to take the initiative.

Su Ming got the frame in, then lifted Mr. Sima up, found some cloth to cover it, and walked out of Gongzi Yingji's mansion towards the south of the city.

When leaving, Su Ming did not forget to hold Mr. Sima's sword in his hand and observe it carefully. It was heavy to start with, not as light as expected, and the scabbard was wooden, which was delicate, but there was nothing unusual about it.

The sword body is very long, it is still a little longer than this Lifinch sword, the hilt of the sword is very exquisite, and there are many exquisite pictures depicted, but there is a layer of hemp rope wrapped on the outside, and Su Ming can only see one or two through the gap in the hemp rope.

Scold!

With a frightening glimpse, the cold light passed, and a sword roared like a dragon, what a divine soldier!

Su Ming rubbed the sword body with his hand, and Su Ming's fingerprints were left on it, a very bright sword. But where the name of the sword has a history, the owner of the sword will even leave his own mark on the sword.

Sure enough, in the place next to the hilt of the sword, there were two words engraved, but it was not Mr. Sima's name, nor was there a place name or anything, only the simple word "Chengying".

This kind of word is different from Qin's, and it's the same as Luoyi's, wouldn't this be the name of this sword, Chengying Sword.

Along the way, Su Ming thought about it and arrived at the door of the iron-striking shop.

Su Ming jumped off the horse, and just as he walked to the bottom of the steps at the door, the door suddenly opened from the inside.

"Come back tomorrow, sir, it's curfew."

It's bright on the inside, it's dark on the outside, it's hard to see from the inside out, but it's very clear from the outside to the inside.

Su Ming saw that it was a molten slave, and his face was very impatient.

"It's about Mr. Sima."

When Rongnu heard it, he took a closer look, wasn't this the gentleman of the day, how could there be news of Mr. Sima?

Before Rongnu could ask, Su Ming turned around and walked to the side of the carriage, lifted the cloth on it, Rongnu squinted, hurriedly walked over, took a look, stood in place, and was speechless.

Suddenly, his expression was sad, and his dignified seven-foot body was actually covering his chest and bent down.

Su Ming knew that he was in pain, but he couldn't just take it outside right now. Su Ming turned around and beckoned to the men in the shop who didn't know why.

Suddenly, they rushed over.