"Qiu Ju, what is this?"

After three days, Mingyue finally packed everything and prepared to go down the mountain, but...

Qiu Ju, what do you mean by carrying seven swords on your back, could it be that the master prepared for her to practice at the same time in order to increase the difficulty?

But that's too much, she doesn't have seven hands!

"Miss, the master said that he broke a sword for you, so he paid seven for the bad one, so he sent these seven swords, and said that you can use whichever you want, depending on your mood..."

This time it was not only Mingyue who was entangled, but Qiu Ju was also a little helpless about her master's sudden request.

Although she is not young, she always looks like a slender seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

The weight of the seven swords on her back can also be ignored, but when she goes out like this, no matter how she looks at it, she feels like a sword-caster, or the kind that has never been sold...

"The master has already gone down the mountain?"

Looking at Qiu Ju, who was a little embarrassed, Mingyue admired the master's bad taste.

It's really no more ferocious, fortunately, Qiu Ju's martial arts are good, otherwise the weight of these seven swords...

Even normal adults may not be able to carry it.

"The master said he was going to get the attention of others first, and you just had fun."

When she came back from the back mountain three days ago, Qiu Ju found that the atmosphere between the master and the young lady had changed.

But this situation, which is no longer so rigid, is developing in a good direction after all, except that the bad taste of the owner has made her a little unlucky...

"Why don't I come? I always felt that the master wanted me to practice weighting..."

Mingyue reached out and took out a sword from Qiu Ju's back, and after observing it in her hand, she sighed a little helplessly, this master, it is really full of bad taste...

"Qiu Ju, did the master send it when he sent it?"

Putting the long sword in his hand back on Qiu Ju's back, Mingyue probably guessed what the situation was.

"It's true that there are boxes, but seven swords are seven boxes, if you even carry the boxes..."

Thinking of that possibility, Qiu Ju's face turned a little pale, she didn't want to go out with a bunch of wooden boxes!

"Let's go back and see the box first, there should be a mechanism."

Carrying so many swords on your back and going out, still want to have fun?

This must be impossible, every sword is a rare and superb series, and this is still a set.

So the problem must be in those boxes, but Qiu Ju didn't see the problem.

"Organs?"

It's not that Qiu Ju didn't see the mechanism, but she didn't feel any difference in those boxes at all.

Now the two of them went back again, looking at the wooden box that had been placed on the table, Mingyue started without saying a word.

"This..."

Every box can be disassembled, but after it is opened, there is a bunch of parts, Qiu Ju looked a little dazed, what can this spell out?

She doesn't understand, but Mingyue does!

On the original owner's fifth birthday, Wu Junzhuo once gave her a model, all of which were small wooden blocks, and finally put together a half-meter-large palace.

But later, in the early stage of cultivation, because the original owner's hand was always unable to contain the strength, he accidentally broke it.

At that time, the original owner was crying very sadly, and Wu Junzhuo said that he would definitely find her a more interesting one in the future, but he didn't send this kind of thing again.

Now looking at the wooden pieces that were dismantled by her, Mingyue's subordinates sped up, piecing together a rectangular wooden box little by little.

"That's it!"

The sword case is patchworked, and the seven mouths are exactly enough to hold seven swords.

"That's fine..."

Qiu Ju quickly put the seven swords into it, looking at the top of the hilt with only half a section, this is really specially configured.

"Okay, I'll just carry this on my back, just practice it when it's okay on the road!"

After the sword box was carried, Mingyue felt the weight, although it was not as ferocious as Wu Junzhuo's, but it was more than five hundred catties.

Sure enough, this is not for Qiu Ju, the master is really not an ordinary pit!

"Miss, is it really okay?"

This weight is still very excessive, Qiu Ju looked at the young lady with thin arms and legs, and sighed in her heart that she couldn't understand what the master meant.

Miss is still in the stage of growing her body, so if she doesn't grow like this...

It's not like the owner himself is not old, and he doesn't want the young lady to grow up, right?

"Miss, wait a minute, I'll pack two more clothes..."

Shaking her head quickly, Qiu Ju turned her head and took two sets of clothes to bring with her.

Because she was carrying these swords on her back before, she didn't prepare much stuff, after all, she bought them casually on the way down the mountain.

But now that she has an empty hand, it's a little unreasonable not to be prepared.

"Alright, let's go down the mountain and buy new ones, let's go!"

Seeing that it was almost cleaned up, Mingyue took Qiu Ju and walked out of the mountain gate together, but less than half an hour after they walked out, a figure quietly went down the mountain, and after leaving more than a mile, she carefully took out a carrier pigeon and released it.

"I didn't expect that there was really a thief in Wujun Mountain, take it back and try it for a good trial, and see which family's claws came in!"

As soon as the pigeon flew up, it quickly turned into an ice lump and smashed to the ground, and the figure raised his hand to kill himself the moment he saw this scene, but unfortunately he was slow after all.

After being cut off in an instant, he didn't even have time to shout, and was taken away directly.

"Master, Miss's guess is right, these people should have been prepared a long time ago."

A man dressed in black appeared, took off the scroll from the carrier pigeon and handed it to Wu Junzhuo.

This man has half a ghost face on his face, and the other side has a bewitching makeup.

"Send a message to Qiu Ju, let her pay more attention on the road, the family is handed over to you, I will go and meet a few old friends first!"

After reading the contents of the letter, when Wu Junzhuo let go, the letter had already turned into ashes.

"Don't worry, master, your subordinates will definitely hold it!"

The right protector with a strange face bowed and saluted, and when he looked up, he could no longer see Wu Junzhuo's figure.

Because of the way that information was handled, he decided to go back and interrogate it himself, and it seemed that this time the matter could be troublesome.

On the other side, Mingyue was carrying the sword box and preparing to get on the boat, but just raised her foot and stopped.

"What's wrong with this young lady?"

The boatman is an old man, and he usually leans on the shore to ferry and mix some food.

But the young lady here today seems to be a little strange, what does this stop mean, is it because he doesn't look down on his boat?

The boat is indeed a little shabby, but it is still possible to cross the river with a few people.

"Uncle, is it possible for your ship to carry a thousand catties?"

Mingyue really doesn't dislike this boat, but the total belongings of her whole body are probably not less than a thousand catties, and it would not be good if she went up and crushed the boat.

"Isn't it just a daughter, no problem, although my boat is a little dilapidated, but I still clean it up on weekdays..."

The old man on the ferry didn't understand, thinking that she was talking about Miss Qianjin's daughter...