"Yan Kingdom, this small country that looks similar to South Korea, can survive for so many years, and send assassins to assassinate Ying Zheng, it's really beyond our strength." Chi Lian played with the teacup in his hand and said sarcastically.

Quicksand and his party had already arrived in a restaurant in Yan Kingdom, and all kinds of sad atmospheres inside and outside the building surrounded them.

Jing Ke, who assassinated Yingzheng, is dead, and Yan Guo will not have a good life.

"I heard that this plan was set up by our esteemed Prince Dan, hey, what should this Yan Kingdom do in the future?" The guests exchanged heads and whispered discussions, but the sound still reached the ears of the quicksand passer.

Later?

Wei Zhuang coldly evoked a sneer, stood up, and his black robe touched the ground.

"It's time for us to go."

The quicksand people left the restaurant after him, and many people in the building exchanged strange and uneasy looks.

The kingdom is about to die, and the courtiers are inactive, what can the people do?

The plan was like this, Chi Lian, Lin'er and Wei Zhuang infiltrated the Yanwang Palace, while Bai Feng and Ning Shuang were free.

For this plan, Wei Zhuang's explanation was: I heard that Yan Guo has a very good swordsmith who has a lot of swords, and he should find a good sword for Ning Shuang, and Ning Shuang went out alone, he was a little worried, so he must bring his old partner Bai Feng, and the rest of the people can come to Yan Wang Palace for a day trip.

When Chi Lian handed Bai Feng the package full of silver, Wei Zhuang was instructing Ning Shuang.

"You have to find a person named Xu Fuzi, if you can't exchange money for a sword, remember not to have a conflict with others."

Ning Shuang nodded.

"Brother Zhuang, I'm not too young."

Wei Zhuang put his hand on Ning Shuang's shoulder, he didn't have to bend down to speak to her anymore, she just stood in front of him like this, a pair of willow leaves under the eyebrows are dark green crystal eyes, a touch of pink lips are delicate, the white face has taken off the childishness of the past, leaving a pure and clever expression.

For Wei Zhuang, this child is a work of art raised by him, and he must not be bullied or even destroyed by others.

Wei Zhuang stretched out his hand to recruit Bai Feng, and Bai Feng fell beside Ning Shuang, a head taller than her, her purple hair was now long, and her face had a free and uninhibited expression.

"I remember when I come back, I will take her to buy another dress, I think the white one will be very good."

Bai Feng nodded and said that he had received this task, and Chi Lian next to him couldn't help but feel a little jealous when he saw Wei Zhuang taking Ning Shuang's matter so seriously. So, when Ning Shuang went out, she deliberately tripped her, but fortunately, Bai Feng next to her scooped her up.

"It's not good for a girl to break her face." Bai Feng said casually.

Ning Shuang stood still, grimaced at Bai Feng, and said as she walked forward.

"Whoever is like you eats with his face."

Ning Shuang felt a burst of killings behind her, and ran towards the front in one step and two steps, Bai Feng chasing closely behind.

Wei Zhuang looked at Chi Lian, there was some reproach in his eyes, and Chi Lian smiled embarrassedly.

"You're so old, do you have to worry about children?" He asked softly.

Chi Lian's face suddenly turned crimson, Wei Zhuang didn't stare at her anymore, and walked forward on his own.

"Let's go." The tone of command reappeared, and Chi Lian followed him in annoyance, but Wei Zhuang secretly pulled up a gentle smile.

A swordsmith as famous as Xu Fuzi must have lived in some deep mountains and old forests, but after inquiring for a long time, they found that he had only rented a small room at the end of the bazaar, dug a big hole in the ground, and forged swords there. Ning Shuang found out at a glance that this small room was the closest room to the Yan Palace, and she told Bai Feng about it. Bai Feng said that it was normal for people like swordsmiths to collude deeply with the palace.

"Then our plan this time is not ......"

Ning Shuang frowned, estimating that he couldn't get any swords.

Bai Feng raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "It depends on your ability." ”

Ning Shuang and Bai Feng walked into this room, the fire in the house was bright, no different from the ordinary place where swords were forged, and as soon as they stepped into the house, the door behind them closed with a "bang".

"The killer from the quicksand is coming, and the old man is deeply frightened."

Out of the shadows came an emaciated old man, one hand behind his back, the other caressing a strand of his beard.

Ning Shuang politely bowed to Master Xu and said, "Master Xu doesn't have to be afraid, we are just here to ask for a sword today." ”

"Let me think about it," Xu Fuzi thought as he curled his beard, "in addition to the sword that my mother forged for the prince last month, I still have a collection of famous swords here, but I don't know if you can use this sword well, I'll show you." ”

After Xu Fuzi disappeared into the sword refining furnace, Bai Feng looked relieved, while Ning Shuang was a little confused.

"He knows that we are the killers of quicksand, so why is he so proactive in finding me a sword?"

Bai Feng thought for a moment and replied to her: "A good swordsmith has a characteristic, if the sword in his hand can find a suitable owner, and the sword is used just right, they will be satisfied. It doesn't matter if the sword is used to kill people or pigs in the future, it's the same. ”

Ning Shuang thought to herself, this analogy is very appropriate.

Xu Fuzi appeared again, holding a sword box inlaid with three purple gems from large to small, he gently placed it on the table next to him, and then motioned for Ning Shuang to come forward to check, Ning Shuang opened the sword box with Xu Fuzi nodding and acquiescing. Suddenly, white light overflowing the sword case erupted and sprinkled throughout the room.

This sword seems to be refined in clear water, the whole body is bright like a hibiscus blooming, the blue carving of the hilt of the sword is like a star, and the blade is sharp enough to cut off the cliff.

"Pure Jun Sword, the ninth sword on the ancient sword spectrum, a sword that King Goujian of Yue likes very much, 'Yang Qihua, such as the beginning of hibiscus, look at its lines, rotten like the line of the stars, look at its light, muddy like water overflowing in the pond, watch its break, rock and rock like a trivial stone, look at its talent, rejuvenate like ice, this so-called pure Jun Ye.' Xu Fuzi explained.

Ning Shuang's dark green eyes trembled with excitement, she had heard of this sword, and now that it was in front of her, it felt like a dream. She stretched out her slender fingers to touch Chunjun's sword body, which seemed to ripple, and as soon as she grasped the sword body, she picked up a beautiful sword flower, and felt the heat around her suddenly split.

A happy smile spread across Xu Fuzi's face. Bai Feng looked at Ning Shuang's sword swing just now, and he was also stunned. Suddenly, he understood why Wei Zhuang asked him to accompany Ning Shuang to buy a white dress, which would really be a perfect match.

"Master Xu, this noble sword, how much money does it cost?" Ning Shuang looked at the sword lovingly and asked Master Xu.

"Valueless."

"Then ......" Ning Shuang felt that the money that Wei Zhuang brought her was not enough.

"You can't afford it, of course."

"But ......"

"The old man sent you."

Ning Shuang's eyes widened in surprise and looked at Xu Fuzi with a look of disbelief.

"I am only asked by the deceased to give you this sword."

"I wonder who this old man is? Frost will repay him one day. ”

"Princess Luoxue of Zhao Kingdom, your queen mother."

As soon as the words fell, Ning Shuang's tears had already fallen on the Chunjun Sword, and the tears were shining, like dewdrops blooming on the hibiscus.