Ling Wushuang looked at Yukimura with sincere and enthusiastic eyes, and said, "Brother, do you think that your eldest brother and I have this appearance, plus my profession, do any women want it?" ”

"Uh... This is also true, that autumn is... ”

Yukimura just wanted to ask Qiu'er's life experience, but was interrupted by a sobbing sound in the corner, and when he looked back, he saw Ouyang Kui looking at the sword slave with a panicked face, and tears fell down like beads with broken threads.

"Senpai, how are you?"

Yukimura hurriedly came to the sword slave and asked.

"No... Don't worry, the city lord is already gone, so naturally I should... Let him go, just ... JUST ONE THING ... Kennu said as he stared at Yukimura with straight eyes.

"Senior, but it doesn't hurt to say it!" Yukimura held the trembling hand of the sword slave as a sign of comfort.

"Huh... This manuscript is sent to you... ”

The sword slave took out a crumpled and yellowed little book from his arms and handed it to Yukimura, saying that it was a small book, rather a booklet made of small pieces of paper strung with strings, Yukimura took it and looked at it, and on this first page, there were four big characters neatly depicted with black charcoal: Supreme Sword Technique.

"This... I can't accept something so valuable! I just gave it a name! ”

Yukimura pushed the booklet back, he understood that this was the work of the sword slave, and he did not want to take it for himself.

"Take it... The old slave has one more thing to ask for... Ahem, ahem, ahem! The sword slave was in a hurry, and coughed violently.

"Senior, please speak!" Yukimura hurriedly accepted the booklet, for fear that the sword slave would die before he finished explaining the matter.

"Please Shaoxia... You must teach this sword trick to the young city lord before you can leave the smelting city! The sword slave looked at Yukimura eagerly and pleaded.

"Uncle Sword Slave... I don't want to learn this, and I don't want you to leave me one by one! Ouyang Kui held the sword slave's hand tightly, and his emotions almost collapsed.

The sword slave turned to Ouyang Kui and muttered, "Young Master... Now that the old city lord is driving to the west, the old slave can't fulfill his agreement, you have to be strong and continue to take care of the smelting city! Here's his brainchild! ”

Ouyang Kui didn't respond, just lowered his head and fell silent.

"Uncle... I promise you! ”

Seeing Ouyang Kui agree, the sword slave showed a look of relief on his face, and his spirit was much better than before.

Yukimura took the booklet into his arms and said, "Senior, rest assured, I will work hard to study this sword recipe, and I will definitely finish the church of Young Bishop Ouyang!" ”

"That's it! That's it! Don't always call me by my predecessors, I deserve it... As soon as the sword slave spoke, his physical condition deteriorated rapidly, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

"Yin and Yang ginseng! Yin and Yang ginseng, come and take a look for your predecessors! Yukimura shouted eagerly as he turned in the direction where the Yin Yang Ginseng was.

Unexpectedly, this time Yin Yang Ginseng did not rush over to perform the duties of a healer when he heard Yukimura's call as usual, but at the moment it just sat beside the fainting Linluo, wiping his tears and shaking his head.

"This..."

Yukimura understood that if Yin Yang said that there was no help, then there was really no help, so he lowered his head and didn't say anything more.

"You don't have to... Need not.. Saddened! I.. I'm finally ... I can be with my parents and my wife. Regiment.. Reunion... Before he finished speaking, the smile on the sword slave's face gradually froze and stopped breathing.

"Uncle Sword Slave... Uncle, uncle!! ”

Everyone bowed their heads in silence, and Ouyang Kui lay on the corpse of the sword slave and cried bitterly.

The next day, there were eight more new tombs in the open space in front of the sword mound, from Ouyang Xing, the sword slave to the six city lords, everyone worshiped one by one, and Ouyang Kui cried and died again.

At the beginning of a new day, all the combat power of the smelting city was lost overnight, and the people of the city passed the sword sacrifice ceremony in the city safely, although the demons did not come for them, the sacrifice of these people was also to protect all of the smelting city.

"How is Brother Lin?"

After the worship, Yukimura looked back at the sword mound and asked.

"Still in a coma, Yin Yang Ginseng is taking care of him! It's going to be fine! It's your hurt ... Ay! It's all my fault! Qiu'er said reproachfully.

"It's okay, after this demon sword came into my hand, it seemed that it was intending to heal me with divine power, and even Xingtian was moistened by it, and this injury had already recovered! Brother Ling, how are your injuries? Yukimura looked at Ling Wushuang, who was standing on the edge of the mountainside looking at the scenery below, and asked.

"Don't mention it, I first spent ten years of cultivation for this girl, and then I was injured by the sword qi, I'm afraid that I can only lie down in the mountain to recuperate in the future!" Ling Wushuang walked over, followed by Lai Xiong.

"Daddy, there is something I have to confirm with you, because of the life and death in the sword mound before, I couldn't bear to ask!"

Qiu'er widened her eyes to the maximum, her face full of doubts, and she didn't feel the slightest guilt because Ling Wushuang had lost her cultivation.

"What do you want to ask, you clever ghost?" Ling Wushuang laughed and asked without the slightest temper.

"Just answer me one thing, how can you know a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy at such an age, and still call him a brother, since I can remember, how many times have you not been out of the mountain?" Qiu'er slowly approached, grabbed Ling Wushuang's arm and asked.

"You girl, talk well! Daddy has a New Year's friend, can't it? Ling Wushuang didn't seem to intend to tell Qiu'er the truth, Qiu'er was obviously not satisfied with this answer, and still tugged at his sleeve and said coquettishly: "Why is Daddy and him brothers?" Won't he be a lifetime older than me? There is such a thing, I don't follow! I don't follow! Originally, when he was stupid, I took him as an apprentice! ”

Ling Wushuang was dragged by Qiu'er and ran out of ideas, so he could only sigh vigorously.

At this time, the doll walked out of the sword mound with a small hand behind her back, looking leisurely and complacent.

"It's still a fuss on such a serious occasion, look at how I fix you!" Yukimura coughed after thinking about it, and after attracting Qiu'er's attention, he said sharply: "Can this occasion be more stable?" If it weren't for the doll sending me into a fantasy, would I have been able to meet your father and worship him again? How could I have such a niece who doesn't pay attention to the occasion!! ”

Qiu'er was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and then a wave of anger surged into her heart, and she directly pulled out the dagger and ran towards the doll.

"It's actually you, this guy, the girl who killed me has changed from a master to a niece, you see that I won't stab you to death!"

Qiu'er chased while shouting, and the doll turned around and ran away when she saw this.

"How did I know he was going to meet your father, help, someone is going to kill the fetish!"

Seeing Qiu'er chasing the doll away, the sword mound finally had some peace outside, Yukimura walked behind Ouyang Kui, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and said, "The deceased is gone, young master, you should mourn and change!" The foundation of Smelting City is still waiting for you to take over! ”

How did Ouyang Kui hear Yukimura's comfort, he turned around directly and threw himself on his lap and began to cry.

"Yukimura Shaoxia... My father.. They're gone, what am I going to do after that? ”

"Well, you're an adult, your father can carry it, of course you can!" Yukimura was at a loss for a moment, and slowly patted Ouyang Kui's shoulder.

"But..."

Ouyang Kui wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Yukimura.

"But what is it? I say you can do it, you can do it! If you can't do it, you have to do it! Yukimura pushed Ouyang Kui to Ouyang Xing's grave, and then said, "Take a good look, the old man has gone, leaving only a little hard bones, your uncle Jian Nu has also gone, and the six hall masters are the same, do they want to die?" In the final analysis, they are all for the smelting city, for the sake of the common people in the world, if you don't cheer up and take care of the smelting city, are you worthy of them? ”

Ouyang Kui didn't expect Yukimura to make such a move, and stopped crying in an instant, just clasped his hands around his chest and trembled, completely losing his former young city lord style.

Seeing this, Ling Wushuang felt compassion and said, "Brother, don't be like this, this kid is quite pitiful, he lost so many relatives at once... ”

"I'm here to wake him up! If he continues like this, more people will die, and sooner or later, all the people in the Smelting City will die! Rather than this, it is better for him to die with him, anyway, the sword is here! Yukimura glared at Ouyang Kui angrily, and casually threw the Demon Suppression Sword, which was directly inserted into the land not far from Li Ouyang Kui.

"Brother, I'm going to talk about you like this!" Ling Wushuang didn't understand Yukimura's approach, and a trace of displeasure arose in his heart.

"You don't need to understand, he's just a useless fool, he only knows how to cry!" Yukimura has no intention of stopping the blame.

"You..." Ling Wushuang was a little excited, after all, Ouyang Kui in front of him was the son of his old friend Ouyang Xing, even if he was an ordinary and irrelevant person, he deserved sympathy and pity for having lost so many relatives at once.

"He's right, I'm pretty useless, I'm the only one left in the smelting city now, and the people don't know that such a big thing happened, but I'm just lying on my father's grave crying!"

Ouyang Kui got up and said slowly, this seemingly ordinary action and words made Yukimura show a smile of relief.

"So what do you say now? Young Master Ouyang! ”

Yukimura asked, clasping his hands around his waist.

"People can't be resurrected after death, we can't stay here forever, there are many things I still need to do in Smelting City!"

"Yes, that's it! You give the people of the city an explanation, and then give them a belief, the old man is gone, you can still take good care of the smelting city! We will cooperate with you too! ”

Yukimura said like Ouyang Kui squeezed his eyes and said.

"So we're going back to the main city, right? Uncle Xiong, you go to the sword mound and carry Linluo out, let's go down the mountain! Qiu'er naughtily touched Lai Xiong's belly and said.

"Yes! Miss. ”

Lai Xiong turned around and walked towards the sword shrine.

"Don't go down the mountain, let's go through the secret passage left by our father in the secret room, we can go directly to the main city, firstly, this will not cause panic to the city's citizens, and secondly, I also want to see what the secret passage left by my father is like!" Ouyang Kui said and walked straight towards the sword mound.

"Brother, you're still capable! It's like he's a different person now! Ling Wushuang said with a thumbs up like Yukimura.

Yukimura smiled and didn't say anything, but after Chong Ling Wushuang made an arch gesture, he walked towards the sword mound with Ouyang Kui.

The sword mound is still the same as it used to be, except for some sword platforms that were damaged by the fight, only 35 of the 36 demon swords remained, and the purple fall was taken by everyone to be buried with Ouyang Xing.

Ouyang Kui tried his best not to remove the recasting furnace in the secret room, and after Yukimura pushed it away with one hand, Ouyang Kui opened the cover under the furnace, and a deep secret passage appeared in front of everyone.