In Yunlong Palace, in a spacious practice room, a middle-aged man with a broad body sat cross-legged and wiped the Jinchuan Sword in his hand with a piece of silk.

Opposite him, the little prince Zuo Ciyun, who was also dressed, sat cross-legged and wiped the Yinchuan sword in his hand with a piece of deerskin.

Almost at the same time, the two of them finished wiping their swords, resting them on their legs, and looked at each other.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's old-fashioned face showed a doting smile: "Ciyun, don't give birth to your father's anger?"

Zuo Ciyun shook his head: "What the father does, there must be a reason for the father, and it is normal for children not to understand." However, Ye Changsheng is the child's life-saving benefactor, which the child will not forget. ”

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince nodded and said, "It is precisely because he is your savior that I will hesitate, but in the end, I didn't let him come to the capital according to your wishes?"

Zuo Ciyun sneered: "That's because Ye Changsheng defeated Shenguang Hall by relying on his own strength, so you pushed the boat down the river and rewarded him with the title of royal advisor, but people are really not rare!"

"," the prince pouted, "he's not rare, he's rare!"

Zuo Ciyun looked at his foul-mouthed father with a strange expression, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Father, you seem to be wary of Ye Changsheng?"

The prince paused for a moment and said with appreciation: "Ciyun, it's very good, I can feel that my father's mind has changed." ”

After hesitating for a moment, the prince said truthfully: "Yes, my father is wary of him, but not because of him, but because of the Fengcheng Ye family." ”

"Maple City Ye Family?" Zuo Ciyun said in surprise, "But Ye Changsheng and the Maple City Ye Family have long been unrelated. ”

The prince asked, "Then do you know the process of the rise of the Ye family in Fengcheng back then?"

Zuo Ciyun shook his head blankly, he, like his father, has been fond of divine weapons since he was a child, so he naturally knows the prestige of the Maple City Ye family, but it is limited to knowing.

The prince's expression became solemn, and he said solemnly: "The Ye family of Fengcheng back then also started from a small town, and its power continued to expand, and finally developed into a behemoth, even on an equal footing with the royal family!"

On an equal footing with royalty?!

Twelve-year-old Zuo Ciyun's eyes widened, he couldn't understand how the Maple City Ye family had always focused on sword casting, how could it be possible to have the status and influence of the royal family?

The prince glanced at his son and said with a wry smile: "This scares you, then do you know now that the so-called Fengcheng is comparable to a country." And this country, surnamed Ye!"

Zuo Ciyun was shocked, isn't that more royal than the royal family?

He reacted suddenly: "Father, are you saying that you are afraid that Ye Changsheng's Ye family will also be like this?"

The crown prince nodded and shook his head: "Ye Changsheng and his Wenjian Hall can go, no one knows, my father is telling you this to remind you that as the ruler of this country, you must consider all kinds of possibilities." It's best to use it for you, but if it can't be used for you, then you have to nip sin in the bud!"

Zuo Ciyun savored it and nodded vigorously: "The child understands!"

The prince smiled lovingly, reached out and touched his son's head: "Of course, for my father to believe in your vision, Ye Changsheng is a usable talent, and he will definitely become our help." ”

Zuo Ciyun smiled proudly: "Of course, Ye Changsheng is actually a good person, he even saved Yan Ruyi, and let Yan Ruyi be the chief treasurer of the Sword Pavilion." ”

The prince nodded in agreement: "He is also very interesting to that Liu Yiyi, otherwise, how could a demon woman be willing to do things for him?"

Zuo Ciyun said worriedly: "Father, Liu Yiyi is a hidden agent of the Demon Gate, we all know about it, does it mean that other forces also know?"

The prince scratched the beard under his chin and said cautiously: "Don't dare to say anything else, Tangmen Temple must know about it, and it has known it for a long time." ”

"Will Ye Changsheng be implicated in the future?"

The prince was not easy to explain, and said with a smile: "Child, in short, you remember, the facts that the big people see are never the same as what the little people see, and what the big people think will not be the same as the little people, with Ye Changsheng's position, isn't it normal to have a relationship with the Demon Gate?"

Zuo Ciyun seems to understand whether he understands or not, he heard that many Buddhist monks, including the senior monks of the Huixin Sect, also have friendships with people in the Demon Sect, and they have a lot of friendships, he really can't understand it.

However, there is one thing Zuo Ciyun knows very well, if this time, Ye Changsheng repaired the sword for Qin Feng of Yishui Hall, the hidden danger of his "collusion" with Liu Yiyi cannot be called a hidden danger at all.

Thinking in his heart, Zuo Ciyun couldn't help but hold the hilt of the Yinchuan sword.

Ye Changsheng, you are the first talent in this king's picture, you can't let this king down!

......

Sanshui Town, ask Jiantang.

Outside the No. 1 sword-casting room, the samurai were heavily under martial law.

Qin Feng was dressed in sackcloth, with long hair scattered, holding a sword in one hand, and strode forward.

His face was still cold, but his eyes flashed from time to time.

Entering the door of the sword casting room, the first thing he saw was not Ye Changsheng, but the twelve prisoners kneeling on the ground.

The twelve people were dressed in bloody clothes, their mouths were stuffed with cloth balls, their hands were tied behind their backs, their faces were bloody and hideous, and their bloodshot eyes glared at Qin Feng fiercely.

Qin Feng was only slightly stunned, then walked past the prisoner with his head held high and came to Ye Changsheng's face.

Ye Changsheng looked at the twelve struggling prisoners and said lightly: "They are all masters of the Divine Light Hall, and their cultivation is above the Spirit Transformation Realm, and there are three True Martial Realms, which are specially reserved for you to sacrifice swords." ”

Sacrificial sword?

A look of surprise flashed in Qin Feng's eyes, it's just to repair the long sword, do you still need a sacrificial sword?

The sword cultivators of Yishuitang are not easy to kill, they will kill people during trials, they will kill people during duels, and they will kill people for the sake of their benefactor.

But these people who have lost their combat effectiveness and are on their knees, it makes sense to kill?

Ye Changsheng saw Qin Feng's confusion and explained, "Sword Spirit." ”

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, vaguely understood something, and nodded.

Qin Feng strode in front of the twelve prisoners, looked into their eyes, and stabbed the bloody sword into the prisoners' throats one by one.

"Buzz!"

The blade of the Blood Killing Sword trembled slightly, and while the blood turned into thin lines and flowed down, twelve shallow blood marks were left on the sword.

The next moment, there was a sound of blood, seeping in and disappearing.

Sure enough, under Qin Feng's induction, after the sword spirit absorbed the essence of life and blood, it was like a baby who had eaten enough, and his vitality weakened, and he was a little drowsy.

This is probably the effect that Ye Changsheng needs.

In front of the tall furnace, the flames burned brightly, and the iron ingots that had been smelted long ago had melted into viscous molten iron under the high temperature.

As one of the fire doors of the furnace opened, the molten iron slowly flowed out of a pipe and poured into a huge sand table.

Almost at the same time, Ye Changsheng held the hilt of the Blood Killing Sword in both hands, and the tip of the sword was vertical, inserted into a groove in the center of the sand table.

(End of chapter)