"Letter? Which old lover's letter? ”

He Wangshu joked that what everyone talked about was not easy, and in such an environment, he was the only one who could insist on gags.

Zhou Zong had long been accustomed to He Wangshu's ridiculous behavior, glared at him angrily, and said to himself: "I don't know who the letter is, when I came back, the letter was already sleeping on my desk. ”

Zhou Zong said as he spoke, his eyes also fell to the desk on the side, although this was not his residence, but he couldn't help frowning when he saw something.

"It seems that the letter is about a secret treasure." He Wangshu guessed, thinking that this was probably the reason why Cao Zibu suddenly went to investigate the secret treasure.

"That's right, the letter went straight from Feng Zheng's hiring of the Killing Pavilion Killer to talk about the secret treasures of the three major families, but the important part..."Zhou Zong suddenly groaned, but only after a moment, he continued, "It is estimated that this person doesn't know the whole picture, and the important points have been skipped." ”

"True and false, how to win the trust?"

He Wangshu asked again and again. At this time, Lin Yun and Cao Zibu were quietly looking at the two in front of them asking and answering, and they felt that there was no need to intervene, and He Wangshu's question was also the confusion they had never spoken.

Zhou Zong sighed: "The writer of the letter seems to be worried that I will not accept the letter, so he left a sentence on it, the soul of eight thousand beings is often reversed. ”

"Eight thousand... Soul..."He Wangshu muttered word by word, and the words that Zhou Zong said indifferently seemed to awaken his deep memory.

This remark has nothing to do with Fengyue, nor does it have anything to do with power disputes, but it hides the past scene.

"The people in the temple?"

He Wangshu suddenly woke up, his body shook, and he exclaimed.

To everyone, the words "eight thousand living souls" have not been heard for some years. This is the title of an army that once fought bravely and skillfully, and terrified the subjects of the wasteland. This army is no more, no less, just 8,000 people, but if it is a person, it seems to be a little bit worse, if it is a living ghost, I am afraid it is more appropriate.

And the master of this army is none other than the Eighth Prince, who was slaughtered all over the house sixteen years ago.

He Wangshu has never been on the battlefield, but he also knows the prestige of this famous elite heavy armored iron cavalry of the Xia Kingdom. As the lord of a country, Renjun has never had the right to dominate this army, and these 8,000 soldiers only listen to the words of the eighth prince.

On that day, outside the capital of the wasteland, flags were everywhere, and swords and arrows were like forests. The leader of the eight princes was wearing a green scale armor, and he stood proudly under the black handsome flag, and on the black flag, there was a new word written on it. He once said that war is a farewell to death, and he hopes that everyone can go back alive.

At the beginning, the country still wanted to strengthen the wall and clear the wilderness, but the moment he saw the eighth prince, he saw that there were eight thousand souls behind him, and after a while, the whole country surrendered.

Of course, these are all old things, He Wangshu recalled for a while, and still turned the conversation to the present.

"But even if he said this, he wouldn't prove anything."

When Zhou Zong heard this, he slowly shook his head and said: "You started a little late, and you don't know an old thing, the sixth and eighth were once one of the eight thousand souls. ”

As Zhou Zong's voice fell, the atmosphere suddenly froze, and He Wangshu's pupils also trembled a little, and after a while, he opened his lips slightly: "Could it be... Could it be that the eighth is back!"

Zhou Zong was not as shocked as him, and said calmly: "If you can quietly enter my bedroom without any interest, without being noticed at all, you must be the second type of person." With the talent of the eighth child, he can't reach this realm. ”

"If it's not him, who else can it be." He Wangshu was puzzled.

"I don't know, but I'd like to believe it." Zhou Zong said slowly.

The people of Dongjimen were originally very involved, and each of them had extraordinary backgrounds, Zhong Kou and Lao Ba were both members of the eight thousand souls, although they joined this army at the beginning, more or less they all had the meaning of being a king. But this army has always been united, and their affection for it is also real money, without the slightest discount. Zhou Zong had reason to believe that if the letter writer was really one of them, he would naturally have something to trust.

"If you want to believe it, believe it, anyway, if it's true or not, you will know when you ask Yao." He Wangshu sighed.

"That being said, she didn't want to say it." Zhou Zong showed a trace of sadness.

"Senior brother, why don't I go again?" Lin Yun also wanted to solve problems for Zhou Zong, and asked tentatively.

"Go, this Huguo Temple, you have to go again." Zhou Zong said solemnly.

In the past, the fallen flowers flowed in the courtyard, and now the jade sword is horizontal.

Xiong Junqi's yard was the same as before, the wind was gently blowing, it was quiet inside and out, some water had accumulated in the bluestone slab yard, and a dark red thin sword hung on the side of the porch.

Qiu Fang raised his eyes to look at the sword, and stopped thoughtfully at the entrance, his eyes were surprisingly bright.

Xiong Junqi knew that the boy was coming. None of the people who stepped into his yard knew that the sword over there was like his sentinel, staring at the passers-by who came and went.

The door suddenly opened.

A man with a lofty and handsome and tall man stepped out, he hadn't seen Qiu Fang for some days, and he was as cold as he was, so he still came out to greet him.

"I've seen Uncle Nine." Qiu Fang called respectfully, burying his head a few inches down.

"Coming back?"

Xiong Junqi's words were concise, but it did not prevent a trace of doubt from appearing in his heart.

"The disciple used the excuse of going back to the door to save his relatives, so he came to pay a visit."

After staying in Mozong for a few days, Qiu Fang was a lot more thoughtful between talking and doing.

When Xiong Junqi heard this, he just nodded, didn't say anything, but looked at the dark red thin sword hanging on the porch and walked over.

"You're wondering, what kind of sword is this sword?"

I don't know if it's because the passing disciples will cast puzzled eyes every time they see this sword, Xiong Junqi probably looks at it too much, thinking that Qiufang is not exempt from vulgarity.

"The disciple is thinking, what kind of sword did the Ninth Master use outside the city that day?" Qiu Fang didn't have much time to go out, and when he saw Xiong Junqi take the initiative to mention it, he didn't have any worries in his heart, but said softly, what he was worried about was that maybe Xiong Junqi didn't want to teach this sword mystery.

But Xiong Junqi is a person who values faith and righteousness, since he promised to teach Wu Qiufang to learn swords, he naturally will not hide it, and he has not thought about the truth of the apprentice starving to death of the master, but after a little thought, he said coldly: "That sword is the sword in the heart." ”

"Uncle Ten said that this sword comes from the aura of heaven and earth."

"Heaven and Earth Aura?" Xiong Junqi frowned, as if he didn't understand what Wu Qiufang was saying.

"Yes, Uncle Ten also said that a sword in his heart can attract the aura of heaven and earth, so it is like a bamboo."

The young man explained, repeating He Wangshu's words exactly as they were.

"Oh..."Xiong Junqi suddenly groaned, guessing in his heart that He Wangshu didn't know how to answer, so he made up the aura of heaven and earth to fool this stupid boy.

Just after a while, his eyes lit up and said, "How can there be heaven and earth aura in the world, don't listen to their nonsense." ”

Xiong Junqi's stubborn nature was inflexible, and he immediately exposed He Wangshu's lies, but he looked at Qiu Fang first stunned, and then depressed, his heart softened, and said: "This is a thought, and it is also a meaning, if you have a thought in your heart, the world is in your hands." ”

Xiong Junqi looked proudly, and he had the meaning of looking down on the world.

"Thoughts, meanings." Qiu Fang chewed on these two words repeatedly, but there were 10,000 questions in his heart.

"Don't worry, this thought is not a superb spell, as long as you have enough energy in your heart, once it bursts out, it will be enough." Xiong Junqi said indifferently, what most people in the world can't do, in his mouth, is as simple as eating and drinking.

"Disciple...," Qiu Fang said timidly, he looked at Xiong Junqi's understated appearance, and the sentence "I still don't understand" was choked in his throat, and it was difficult to speak.

"I know you don't understand, because you don't really have a mind, if one day, you have something that you have in your heart, you can use such a sword, not only a sword, but also a charm, or a needle, and this is naturally up to you."

These words came out of Xiong Junqi's mouth, even though his realm was not very high, but he faintly had the bearing of a grandmaster, and he looked at Wu Qiufang's eyes stunned.

"If you have anything else to do, go first." Xiong Junqi has also said what he wants to say, he has never liked to be polite with others, and his style of saying things and retreating without anything has been inherited to this day, so he ruthlessly issued an eviction order.

"The disciple will retire first."

Hearing this, Wu Qiufang said goodbye with interest, with the trip to Mozong, he was more familiar with these people.

Xiong Junqi nodded coldly, he is not the one who will stay guests.

Qiu Fang also made a gesture, burying his head and about to leave this cold and somewhat oppressive courtyard, and couldn't help but think in his heart, no wonder the disciples in the sect were afraid of this cold-faced swordsman. Thinking of this, he sighed slightly in his heart again.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a sword roar, and the two who left back to back immediately paused, and Qiu Fang was shocked by this sword sound, and his fingers had pointed out out of thin air, ready to face the enemy.

Xiong Junqi showed a rare suspicious look and looked at the porch.

The sound of the sword was not from Xiong Junqi's saber, but from the dark red thin sword that had been hanging quietly.

Xiong Junqi frowned slightly, and walked quickly towards the thin sword. Qiu Fang didn't know what was going on, but seeing that Xiong Junqi did not show the current look of the enemy, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and the hairs that stood up on his body softened.

"Uncle Shi, what is this?" Qiu Fang looked at Xiong Junqi intently, only to see the latter's right hand move, the thin sword stopped from its sheath and fell into his hands, like a baby less than a month old being held in his father's arms, and a quiet suffocation like a tide poured into the courtyard.

After a long time, Xiong Junqi said peacefully: "This sword was my saber from eighteen years ago. As he spoke, he stroked the blade of the sword with his hand, as if to comfort and miss.

"It seems that Uncle Shi hasn't used this sword for a long time, and rust is coming out of the sword." Qiu Fang and Xiong Junqi looked at the sword body together, only to see layers of rusty scabs scattered on it.

Xiong Junqi glanced at him sideways, shook his head and said, "This is blood." ”

As soon as the words fell, Qiu Fang was stunned for a moment, with a somewhat curled sword blade, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, presumably this sword had accompanied the Ninth Master Uncle in many spring and autumn battles.

"You stick your head out."

Xiong Junqi said coldly.

Qiu Fang frowned and looked at his sword-holding hand, and a trace of coolness flashed around his neck.