There were many speculations under the high stage, and when it was difficult to get excited, Song Huaizhu on the high platform looked at the girl next to him with some unbearability.

Just when the man in front of him calmly and seriously said the four words "your mother".

Song Huaizhu clearly felt the surging breath of the girl beside him.

It's like being touched against the scales, and it's hard to suppress sadness and anger.

And the next moment, she raised her hand, and the man in front of her had a deep look in his eyes, but as a great grandmaster, he stood in place without dodging.

It seems that he has been waiting.

Waiting for that slap.

But that slap didn't go down in the end.

Song Huaizhu held his breath and looked at the girl's hand, which was less than an inch away from the man's face, but stayed in mid-air.

At this time, the people under the high stage also noticed Zhu Luan's movements, and the discussion stopped.

In the stunned eyes of everyone, the man's expression was very calm.

"You can fight if you want."

He deserved it.

However, that slap still did not come.

In the silence, Gu Shi's gaze slowly moved downward, glancing at the palm of the girl who rested on his cheek.

Zhu Luan's hand was very steady, but Song Huaizhu knew very well that it was a stability infused with the strength of his whole body.

Her hand only rested quietly on the man's cheek, but he could clearly see the tendons of her arm and the cold aura of the sword wind.

The girl's arms and palms condensed into lines as cold and hard as stone.

You can imagine how much effort she exerted.

It seems to have been infused with ten years of grievances and pain.

But until the end, she didn't release the pain.

Her hand, until the end, did not go down.

Gu Shi closed his eyes and spoke slowly.

"You can't do anything about it."

The man's eyes opened again, looking at the girl in front of him.

"You're still really that man's daughter."

Zhu Luan put down his hand, looked at him coldly and said, "I don't think you'll be better off all these years, and I don't think I'm qualified to beat you." ”

"No," the man who had ascended to the position of the Great Grandmaster as the second young man in the entire Middle-earth Continent, and had created countless myths with no background, lowered his head, his eyes were slightly dim, and he showed a trace of unbearability in a place that no one could see.

Such a person bowed his head in the face of a girl who was only fifteen years old.

"You have."

The next moment, he raised his head, and the unbearability in his eyes had disappeared without a trace.

"Not only for your mother, but also for yourself."

With that, he stretched out his hand, raised the scabbard he was holding the only sword in his hand, and reached to the girl's side.

"This is the scabbard that was promised to you."

His gaze followed the girl's slender arm and looked at the sword.

"And your sword, it seems, is ready."

Song Huaizhu's pupils shrank, and then a monstrous anger suddenly rose on his body.

The man who suddenly appeared held a scabbard in his left hand.

And the girl's left hand is holding a sword.

That sword, without a scabbard.

And in the crowd, Princess Jinyang was also stunned.

Uncle Gu Shi didn't pull the barrier, because it didn't matter if their conversation was heard, people would misunderstand according to their own conjectures.

But there are very few people who can understand the meaning of his words.

"You said someone borrowed your sword before you died......"

"Well, it's him, he said he wanted to help me remake a scabbard, so he borrowed it."

The conversation between her and the imperial sister sounded in the ears of Princess Jinyang again.

Looking at the sword in Zhu Luan's hand and the scabbard in Gu Shi's hand, Princess Jinyang clenched her fists, she didn't expect that the scabbard that Uncle Gu Shi promised to the imperial sister would actually appear again at this time.

A strong fate suddenly enveloped Princess Jinyang's whole body, what is all this......

Zhu Luan quietly looked at the scabbard in front of him, which was eleven years late, raised his head, and looked at the man in front of him whose eyes were calm and did not shake in the slightest.

"Is this a coincidence?"

"At first it was, but then it wasn't." The man in front of him quietly stared at the girl in front of him who seemed to know the secrets of the whole world, stretched out his other hand and gently touched the pinch mark on his neck.

Whether she believes it or not, maybe the world won't believe it, he borrowed her sword in the first place, and really wanted to make her a new scabbard.

Of course, there are many coincidences that can be guided, but the original purpose.

It's not meant to ......

Take advantage of her.

But eleven years ago, his scabbard was ready, and the owner of that sword was no returnee.

Then, his most important person also became a returnee.

As a guard, his life changed.

"From that point on."

Gu Shi stared into Zhu Luan's eyes and said quietly.

From the time he was defeated in the battle with Sang Yu, leaving the so-called second national warrior of the Great Zhou to see his promise.

"Sure enough." In the face of this cruel truth, the girl was very calm, not even the calm that the man in front of her expected.

"When did you start guessing?" Although he was the one who made that decision, even Gu Shi pursed his lips in some surprise.

"From the very beginning, when I heard the rumor that the second soldier would only be able to see you." Zhu Luan said, "I started to doubt it at that time." ”

Under the high stage, Princess Jinyang's eyes widened.

What are these two people talking about?

When she heard that rumor, it was when she was talking to the imperial sister in the meditation room of Lingyan Temple.

Could it be that from that time, the imperial sister was aware of Uncle Gu Shi's purpose?

What is Uncle Gu Shi for......

At this time, the Chengying Sword in Zhu Luan's hand suddenly reflected a brilliant sword light, and the sword light crossed the face of Princess Jinyang, and also crossed from the young princess's stunned expression.

Sword, with scabbard.

Don't......

Why did the second soldier see him?

The girl's eyes on the high platform were slightly dark.

Those who are talented and virtuous to cover a country are called national soldiers.

The Great Zhou National Examination system is perfect, and the road to becoming a national warrior is difficult to go to the sky.

Those who can become a national warrior will surely go through countless cruel tempering, and they will have the will and strength that ordinary people can hardly have.

The existence of the national warrior is the strength itself.

Even strength alone is not enough.

If there is really a second national warrior born, it must be someone who is obsessed with the position of national warrior and has experienced too many things.

As the first national scholar of the Great Zhou, that man knew this better than anyone else.

And Gu Shi, the first national scholar of the Great Zhou Dynasty, lasted nine years, and what he was waiting for was such a sword that had been tempered.

Wu Sanyuan, you can get the shadow of the hidden sword.

A sword without a scabbard.

"It was confirmed that after arriving in the Shendu, after seeing Zhan Lu." Zhu Luan quietly looked at the man opposite.

Up and down the platform, Song Huaizhu and Princess Jinyang, who understood all this, were already in turmoil in their hearts.

And Duan Lizheng, who was in the audience, also seemed to understand something, and his eyes widened.

What is Zhanlu?

It's a broken sword.

"Your sword is broken." Zhu Luan looked at the man and said.

So he needed a new sword.

A sword that has been honed through hardships.

He had his scabbard ready and waited for the sword.

He was already in chains and unable to take revenge, and he had been waiting.

Waiting for the sword that can pierce all the hidden intrigues and grudges.