"The disciple is at fault! The disciple is guilty! ”

"The disciple knows everything!"

"The clues left by the master, the secret of the Xingxuan Knife, all the disciples know!"

"Ask the owner for forgiveness! The disciple is willing to mend his ways! ”

......

The cold winter wind blew across the walls like a knife, leaving a chilling sound that made the teeth shudder, the dancing points of light in the brazier swayed continuously, and the humble plea for mercy seemed to be enchanted, intermittently, sometimes crazy, sometimes dreamy, but the only response to him was the silence of death.

Wrapped in heavy winter clothes, the two disciples of the Sword Forge Villa sat around the brazier, stretching out their hands to bake the fire, and couldn't help but complain.

One of them said: "The one who poured blood mold was assigned to guard this madman, and asked me to say how good it would be to kill him, and I don't know what the owner of the farm is thinking." ”

"Little Liu, hurry up and stop talking, talk about the owner of the village, if the steward hears it, be careful of your skin." Another person hurriedly spoke out to dissuade him.

Xiao Liu smiled, but still said in a low voice: "Third Brother Song, it's freezing this day, where will the steward come here to hang around, I just think that we are unlucky, just complain a few words, dozens of people draw lots, we are unlucky, draw here to see the work of the cell." ”

"You, you."

Song San shook his head helplessly, looked left and right, and then said cautiously: "I know that you are not really unconvinced, you are just trying to be happy, but Ah Xiaoliu, my brother still has to persuade you, don't forget your duty." ”

"I know, I know."

Xiao Liu shrunk his neck, but he still couldn't help asking: "Third Brother Song, what kind of secret do you say is hidden in that Xingxuan Knife, I heard that other people are spreading it, saying that this knife is related to a big treasure, you say, if this is really the case, how much is this treasure worth." ”

"Hey, you're a little six, I don't want to listen to you, don't you, and ask!"

Song San slapped his fist at him twice, and Xiao Liu dodged backwards with a gesture, not daring to ask more.

At this time, there was a sound of neat footsteps from the cold wind stabbing knife, and the two of them changed their expressions, and hurriedly got up from the brazier and walked quickly outside to greet them.

I saw a middle-aged man in gray with a solemn expression coming, and the two saluted: "I've seen Steward Li." ”

Steward Li nodded to say hello, his gaze looked past the two of them to the heavy steel prison door behind him, and asked, "How is the sinner?" ”

Song San lowered his head and replied, "Sinners beg for mercy every day. ”

"Hmm."

Steward Li replied noncommittally, and then ordered: "Remember, no matter what he says, don't pay attention to it, the owner of the village has an order, no one is allowed to visit him, and you will guard me carefully." ”

"The disciple receives the order." The two of them bowed down.

"Well, that's good."

Steward Li nodded with satisfaction, and then said: "Also, there will be some distinguished guests coming to the door in the near future, I don't have the extra manpower to allocate for you to change shifts, Song San, you are the old man of the villa, you should know how to be considerate." ”

"Steward Li can rest assured, the disciple understands." A little bitterness flashed on Song San's drooping face, and although he wanted to excuse himself, the words still turned into an honest promise.

"Don't worry, this time you do a good job, this steward will take credit for you." Steward Li didn't forget to encourage him before leaving.

"Thank you Steward Li, Steward Li will go slowly."

For Steward Li's verbal promise, no matter what Song San thought in his heart, he was grateful for it anyway, and when this person was far away, he let out a long sigh, sat back by the brazier, and roasted the fire silently.

Seeing that Xiao Liugan on the other side was in a hurry, he sat down with a sigh, and his mouth was upset for Song Sanda: "My good third brother, the person surnamed Li is fooling you like this, why are you just beaten, this time the guard's work, I said that six people would work in shifts, and now it has become the two of us unlucky, is this to see the prisoner, or to go to prison!" ”

"Little Liu, don't say it." Song San shook his head, his expression a little disheartened.

"I just don't obey him!" Xiao Liu stood up angrily, regardless of whether anyone could hear it, and said in a loud voice: "Didn't he just rely on a few stinky money to get to the top, and after pleasing the big steward, he targeted you everywhere for the third brother, in terms of qualifications and skills, third brother, you are not better than him!" ”

Song San's face changed, and he scolded in a low voice: "Okay, who are you listening to when you say this, don't say it." ”

Xiao Liu said a little aggrievedly: "I'm not talking nonsense, those disciples in charge of general affairs say so in private, and I am also complain......ing for Third Brother Song."

"Enough! Sit down. ”

Song San accentuated his tone, and Xiao Liu reluctantly sat back in his position, holding his face awkwardly.

The unnatural silence lasted for a while, and Song San slowed down his tone and said, "Little Liu, you remember, disaster comes from the mouth...... Don't mention these things, by the way, in a few days, there will be many heroes on the rivers and lakes to come to visit, don't you like to watch the rivers and lakes the most, and then you can also open your eyes. ”

"Really?" As soon as he heard this, Xiao Liu's eyes lit up.

Song San explained: "Xiaoliu, the days when you entered the villa are still short, and it is normal to not know, you must know that in the past, generally every three or five years, our Sword Casting Villa will take out some cast blades, and invite colleagues from the rivers and lakes to come and taste them." ”

Xiao Liu stood up again excitedly, and he hurriedly asked, "Is this to meet friends with martial arts and compete for weapons?" ”

Song San smiled: "This is the practice of our villa, the sword is matched with the hero, if you want to make the blade of the sword villa, it is not enough to have silver, and the martial arts must also pass." ”

Xiao Liu has always been very longing for the knights of the rivers and lakes, with a fairly passable martial arts talent, he entered the Sword Casting Villa, although he was only a marginal miscellaneous disciple, but it can be regarded as stepping into the rivers and lakes of his dreams.

In the past, those heroes in the rivers and lakes, Xiao Liu could only hear from the storyteller's mouth, and at this time, when he heard Song San say that he could watch those heroes compete at close range, he couldn't mention how happy he was.

But after being happy for a while, the cold reality stabbed him to the ground again, and Xiao Liu drooped his head and said, "Third Brother Song, we were ordered by Steward Li to guard the prisoner here, I'm afraid we won't be able to leave." ”

Song San looked at Xiao Liu's appearance, as if he saw his former self, shook his head with a smile and said: "Xiao Liu, it's enough for the guards to have me, your three-legged cat's kung fu, there is no difference between staying and not staying." ”

Xiao Liu scratched his head and said with a smile: "Third Brother Song is strong in martial arts, where can I compare with you." ”

After that, he asked again with a hopeful expression: "Third Brother Song, then I will really go to see it then." ”

"Go ahead, let's see more of the world, just remember, if you meet the stewards, remember to avoid it, don't get caught." Song San didn't forget to remind him in the end.

"Don't worry! I'm very cautious. Xiao Liu slapped his chest with a thump.

The unpleasantness just now seemed to have never existed, the two of them said a word, and began to chat as usual, all over the world, around the sword tasting conference of Sword Casting Villa, Song San could cause Xiao Liu to exclaim again and again every time he talked about that wonderful place.

The two chatted excitedly, but they didn't realize that the cell where they were still begging for mercy and crying was unusually quiet at the moment.

In the cold cell, the prisoner who was only wearing thin and coarse clothes held his breath, dragged four heavy chains, and approached the direction of the cell door, pricking up his ears to listen to the words of Song San and Xiao Liu outside.