Three days later, Leijiabao.

"This is an ordinary iron sword that I have built over the years, although it is not a famous weapon, but it can be used on the road." Lei Bang took out a package, wrapped in an iron sword, walked to Yang Ming's side, and handed the package to him.

"Thank you, Lord Kaminarimon!" Yang Ming thanked.

Lei Bang waved his hand, "Don't call me the master of the door, I just have this title temporarily, and the specific affairs in the door are still in charge of Qianhu." He pointed to Lei Qianhu beside him.

Lei Qianhu shook his head, "Brother Bang, now you are the twentieth generation of the sect master of Lei Jiabao, don't forget, you have completed the sect master ordination ceremony."

In the past three days, Lei Qianhu also officially gave up the door owner to Lei Bang, and at the same time announced the entire rivers and lakes.

"Just send it here, let's go first."

Yang Ming picked up the package and ran towards the caravan at the gate of Leijiabao.

"Brother Ming, you're here." Lei Wuji saw the person coming, and hurriedly ordered, "Let's go."

"Yes!" The head of the caravan hurriedly ran to the front of the caravan and gave the order to go.

Looking at Lei Wuji, who was dressed in red cloth in front of him, Yang Ming couldn't help but smile and said, "Lei Wuji, if you don't look carefully at your dress, you still think you are a mountain dweller in a certain mountain."

"Brother Ming, don't bury me." Lei Wuji scratched his head in embarrassment.

Among the few people, he was the most earthy to wear, and they all laughed at him.

"And then." Yang Ming took out a long sword from the package and threw it to Lei Wuji, "This is what your master gave me before leaving, let's use this iron sword for the time being."

Lei Wuji took the iron sword, and pinned it directly to his waist without looking at it. This iron sword doesn't seem to have been opened, but in the hands of a kendo master, it's no different from a sharp sword.

Lei Wujian touched the Heart Sword that was tightly wrapped in linen cloth behind him, and he said in a low voice, "Heart Sword, I have wronged you for the time being, and when this matter passes, I will let you show your edge again."

A day later, the wind stopped.

"Yang Ming, have the people from the Famous Sword Villa arrived?" Xiao Se said lazily.

"Here we are." Yang Ming took out the letter from his arms and pointed to the Yijian inn not far away, "It's the inn in front, the junior brother said in the letter that he will come here with us earlier than us."

Looking at the signboard of the inn, Xiao Se complained, "What kind of inn is this!"

Everyone also nodded, looking at the three big words "Xinyue Building", and they didn't have to think about it to know what was going on inside.

Looking at Du Yumo's cannibalistic gaze, Yang Ming hurriedly explained, "This has nothing to do with me, the letter said that it was an inn, and I haven't been here, how do I know it's a Qinglou." With that, he handed the letter to Twilight and pointed to its contents.

"You'll pass the level, but if you dare to look at it after you get in." Twilight Yumo's eyes narrowed slightly.

Yang Ming hurriedly said, "We don't have to go in, I'll go to the teahouse next to us and wait." Yang Ming pointed in the direction of Xinyue Tower again, and there happened to be a bearded man with a wooden box on his back walking towards them.

"Senior brother is already here, let's go over there." Yang Mingchao waved his hand in the direction of Yan Xiluo, and then pointed to the teahouse on the side.

Walking into the teahouse, Yang Ming threw a few pieces of broken silver to Xiao Er, "Xiao'er, find us a quiet box."

"Derre." Xiao Er put away the silver, and his mind became lively, "Guest officer, please, this box inside will definitely meet your requirements."

"Xiao Er, my friend is coming later, he has a mustache on his chin and a wooden box wrapped in wax paper behind him, you can just bring him in later." Yang Ming commanded Xiao Er.

"Okay, what do you want to drink?" Xiao Er looked at Yang Ming with a wistful expression.

"Just the best." Yang Ming found a place to sit down and placed the iron sword at his waist on the table.

Xiao Er also knew each other well, and quickly exited the box and closed the door.

Tang Lian, who was silent along the way, actually spoke unprecedentedly at this time: "We are really like those wandering rivers and lakes

Ronin."

"Yo, Tang Lian, I didn't speak all the way, why do I want to speak now?" Yang Ming quipped.

However, Tang Lian didn't care, took the tea handed over by Xiao Er, and poured a cup for everyone, "When I used to go out of the city alone to carry out tasks, it was almost the same as now, but this time I was no longer alone."

As soon as Tang Lian's words fell, a hearty laugh came from outside the door, and the door of the box was also pushed open, and the person who came was Yan Xiluo, who was connected with Yang Ming, he looked at the people in the box, hugged his fists and said, "Everyone, we meet again."

Seeing that there was an empty seat next to the tea table, Yan Xiluo sat down as a matter of course, he picked up the teacup and took a sip. Feeling the bitterness in Dao's mouth, he immediately put down the teacup, "What kind of tea is this, it's really unpleasant."

Yang glanced at him, and said angrily, "Why don't you bring your West Lake Longjing here!" It's good to have a drink, and it's so picky."

Yan Xiluo did not refute, but put the wooden box behind him on the table, and he slowly tore open the layer of wax paper wrapped on the outside, revealing the wooden box inside.

The wooden box looks sparse and ordinary, just like a normal wooden box. As Yan Xiluo opened the wooden box, three long knives appeared in it, especially the one that was placed separately in the middle, and whenever the wind cut through the blade, a faint dragon groan could be faintly heard.

Yan Xiluo slowly stood up and pointed to the long knife in the middle, with a golden pattern engraved on the body, "Its blade is light and narrow and slightly curved, it feels no different from a long sword, whether it is a one-handed thrust or a two-handed slash. It is said that the swordsmith who forged this sword, after countless times of tempering, was the only one that successfully completed the final process. The blade is extremely sharp, and there are occasional flashes of cold light. The user back then, with this knife in both hands, slashed a general from Beili with one sword, and the sword came out, and everyone was shattered."

Yang Ming's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly picked up the knife. The figure took a few steps back, slashed down at the oncoming autumn wind blowing outside the window, the blade cut through the autumn wind blowing into the house, a low dragon groan sounded, and the surrounding doors and windows trembled, as if they were about to shatter in the next moment.

"It's a good knife!" Yang Ming's fingers slashed over the body of the knife, and as soon as his mind moved, the scabbard lying in the wooden box flew over, and Yang Ming threw it away, and the long knife fell steadily into the scabbard.

Yan Xiluo smiled and said, "This sword is the trophy obtained by the sword immortal of the famous Sword Villa a hundred years ago, who killed the original user. After that, it was sealed in the Famous Sword Villa, and for a hundred years, it was almost forgotten. If I hadn't rummaged through the cabinets this time, I probably wouldn't have found them at all."

Yang Ming smiled lightly, "Thank you for your hard work." He pointed to the other two knives, "How about these two knives?" Is there anything special about it?"

"Nope!" Yan Xiluo shook his head, "These two are just more powerful than ordinary knives, and they are far from famous knives. I follow your request, this is already the best of the genre. But this time, I found another good knife, which is at least the same quality as the one in my brother's hand."

"Oh?" Yang Ming became interested, "What kind of knife?"

"It's a Mo knife, but it's too long to carry." Yan Xiluo said calmly.

Yang Ming didn't ask any more, pointed to the knife in his hand, and asked, "Does this knife have a name?"

"Moli!"