In the Gu Yue Sword Shop, on a street near the Dragon Slaying Platform, Yan Liulang led his troops to beat the black-clothed private soldiers back.

Fierce street fighting between the two sides.

"Oh no, Brother Yan!"

Suddenly, a subordinate shouted in a panic from the rear.

Yan Liulang cut down one person with a dry knife, and under the cover of the brothers, he temporarily retreated.

Coming to a safe place in the rear, he grabbed the shoulders of his subordinates who came to pay his respects, his brows wet with blood furrowed, and asked urgently:

"What's wrong? Didn't you let someone lead someone to quietly follow them in the Ming Mansion? Stop Ming Fu from doing stupid things, why did you come back by yourself! What about the Ming Mansion? ”

The subordinates cried with sad faces: "Mingfu, Mingfu, they are gone!" ”

"What do you mean?!" Yan Liulang's eyes widened, and the dry knife fell to the ground with a "dangling".

"The Ming Mansion took the brothers to lurk up the mountain, carrying shark oil on their backs and preparing to fry the sword furnace halfway up the mountain, but I led people to follow them halfway and lost them, and they seemed to have disappeared out of thin air......"

Yan Liulang suspected that he had misheard: "What do you mean to disappear out of thin air?!" More than a hundred people disappeared into thin air? Tell the fuck clearly! ”

The subordinate sighed, as if he was thinking about how to describe the encounter just now, and suddenly he remembered something, and bowed his head guiltily:

"Miss A-Qing also followed."

"What did A-Qing do in the past? Didn't you let you take good care of her! ”

The front line was in a fierce battle, and one by one the bad news was thrown, Yan Liulang only felt that his head was about to crack as if it had been chopped by a knife, and asked in shock:

"Won't she follow the big army and go to the Dragon Slaying Platform to save her brother?"

The subordinate shrank his head:

"I don't know...... Miss A-Qing had followed us secretly, but she rushed directly to find the Ming Mansion and exposed us.

The Ming Mansion resolutely did not allow Miss A-Qing to follow, but Miss A-Qing held a bag of oil-paper bags in her arms, crying and saying that she wanted to go with the Ming Mansion to take revenge, and the Ming Mansion was silent, so she acquiesced and followed.

"Then the Ming Mansion turned around and asked us who were following to go back and support you, Brother Yan.

The subordinates thought that since there was Miss Aqing here, the Ming Mansion should not do the adventure of ending up together, so he took people back a little way, but halfway through thinking of Brother Yan's advice, he was still uneasy, so he quietly sent someone to follow again, and the result was ......

"There is no one anymore, and they are carrying more than a dozen barrels of burning shark oil on their backs, as if they have disappeared out of thin air."

The subordinate whispered in a panic.

Yan Liulang wiped his bloody face fiercely, and looked north at the fire-extinguishing sword furnace that was as calm as water but had some kind of indescribable evil halfway up the mountainside of Xiaogu Mountain.

"Mingfu...... Miss Ah Qing ......"

The blue-clothed catcher stared in a daze, and at one moment suddenly covered his ears with his hands and bowed his waist, as if he was afraid that in the next second, an earth-shattering loud noise suddenly appeared.

……

Liu Zi'an led people to stop vigilantly in front of the sword furnace room halfway up the mountain.

The black-clothed private soldiers who had been borrowed from Boss Li before were all left at the foot of the mountain by Liu Zi'an to resist the people who attacked the sword shop.

Liu Zi'an only brought Liu Zilin, Liu Fu, and a group of Tsing Yi slaves from the Liu family.

Liu Zilin and Liu Fu received the order and led a few Tsing Yi house slaves to act as the vanguard into the house to investigate.

Liu Zi'an waited for a moment on the lawn outside the door.

There was no unexpected sound in the room, and a short question between Liu Zilin and the old gentleman could be heard behind the door:

"Where's the Yanagi people?"

"Second brother is outside the door, let me inform you ......"

"Tell a fart, let him roll, the sword is in the box, ready, just wait for him."

"Yes."

Less.

The door was pushed open.

After Liu Zilin, Liu Fu and the others checked around, they walked out of the door with a serious face, nodded to Liu Zi'an tacitly, and turned sideways to give way.

Liu Zi'an breathed a sigh of relief.

Waving his hand to signal the entourage of house slaves to stand guard outside the door.

He couldn't wait to walk into the house.

Liu Zilin and Liu Fu followed into the house.

The inside of the house is a little dark compared to the outside, so you have to squint to get used to it.

As soon as Liu Zi'an stepped into the door with his right foot, his eyes were completely attracted by a wooden sword box lying quietly on the table in front of him, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Next to the table, in front of an open sword-casting furnace, the old swordsmith sat on a rocking chair, raised his head and took a sip of rice wine, pinched the wine jar with his little thumb, and casually pointed to the Mojia sword box on the table.

Liu Zi'an didn't say a word, rushed to the table, and stroked the box from top to bottom with both hands, which felt cold and smooth to the touch.

His breathing became thicker.

Liu Zi'an couldn't wait to open the sword box and check the Ding Sword.

Seeing this, the old swordsmith shook his head with a smile.

I only heard a "click", as if the trigger was pulled, and the sword box opened, revealing the mezzanine.

Liu Zi'an looked expectantly, and the next moment, his face was stunned.

The inside of the sword case was empty.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of the door closing behind him.

Liu Zi'an's face changed, he quickly turned around and wanted to run, and whispered: "Go quickly, ......" As soon as two words came out of his mouth, he turned around and was intimately embraced by Liu Zilin.

"Second brother." Liu Zilin's voice was kind and warm.

"Uh......" Liu Zi'an slowly lowered his head, staring at the ribs of his chest, a short sword that had sunk straight into the handle.

Liu Zilin's head was close to Liu Zi'an's ear, and he whispered: "This sword was given to you by my eldest brother." ”

Liu Zi'an covered his chest with his hands, his face full of incredulity.

With his right hand, he tried to pull out the short sword that penetrated his body and penetrated his heart.

But the hilt of the sword was held down steadily by Liu Zilin.

For a while, I couldn't pull it out.

Liu Zi'an's gradually round eyes reflected the instant picture of Liu Zilin taking out a tablet from his sleeve lightly.

At this moment, the third young man of the Liu family and Liu Zi'an still maintained a face-to-face hugging posture, he gave up the tablet of the eldest brother on the table and straightened it, nodded and said:

"Second brother, the eldest brother is not here, you are the biggest in the family, I will listen to you, cooperate with you, and avenge the eldest brother."

"You...... Brute...... Liu Zilin...... You're hiding so deeply...... Livestock ......" Liu Zi'an's right hand raised and poked Liu Zilin's nose.

Liu Zilin didn't hide at all, stared at the trembling fingers in front of his nose with lowered eyes, and shook his head:

"How can the second brother hide deeply, it is the second brother who teaches by word and deed, and teaches well."

Liu Zi'an closed his eyes as if in despair, and in the next moment, the left hand that fell to his side suddenly burst into flames.

But in the next second, he found that on the back of his left hand holding the handle of the knife, there was an extra wrinkled old hand.

Press and hold firmly.

Liu Zi'an couldn't pull out even an inch of blade.

He jerked his head up.

It caught my eye on a familiar lame steward.

At this moment, Liu Fu and Liu Zilin stood in front of Liu Zi'an together.

Liu Zi'an froze in place.

What made his face full of disbelief at the moment was not Liu Fu's sudden betrayal, but ...... Being lightly pressed by Liu Fu on the back of the hand holding the hilt of the sword, Liu Zi'an couldn't move the slightest.

An external aura completely locked its fragile meridian dantian.

"Willow ...... Liu Fu, you ...... Are you a qi practitioner!? ”

Liu Fu looked at him coldly and was silent.

Liu Zilin gently patted Liu Zi'an on the shoulder:

"Second brother, don't move, delay time, everyone is queuing, third brother, I finally won the first place from Wei Gongzi, and the second brother will help cooperate."

Liu Zi'an turned his head violently, and a pair of round dead fish eyes stared directly at Liu Zilin: "No, you are also practicing ......"

There was a muffled "poof" sound.

Liu Zi'an choked on words, because Liu Zilin had already taken another short sword from Liu Fu's hand, and sliced into his chest like a silver spoon in hot cheese.

"This second sword was given to the second brother for my father and my father's porridge shed."

Liu Zilin smiled kindly and asked, "Does the second brother remember his father's porridge shed now?" ”

"Uh-uh...... You ......"

Liu Zilin snorted with a smile, and hooked his hand to the side, and a lame steward handed over a short sword again.

Liu Zi'an added another hilt to his chest.

"This third sword was given to the second brother for the ancestors of the Liu clan in Dragon City."

Liu Zilin's arm firmly wrapped around Liu Zi'an's shoulder, supporting the latter's bleeding and seriously injured body in disguise, he faced each other, sighed and asked:

"Third brother, I'm afraid that the second brother ran away too fast and forgot about the ancestors, does the second brother remember it now?"

On the rocking chair on the side, an old swordsmith was drinking rice wine, watching the scene in the room with great interest.

"Liu Zilin Liu Fu...... You guys...... Damn it......" Liu Zi'an cursed with a hideous face.

But in the next moment, something happened that made him even more dumbfounded and cold.

Liu Zilin, who was facing Liu Zi'an, suddenly stepped aside after stabbing the three swords, exposing the ...... in the sword furnace room behind him The picture of standing full of people.

In the sword furnace room, except for the lame steward.

Next to the gate, Wei Shaoxuan stood quietly with a smile, shaking his fan leisurely;

Qiu Shenji stood beside him indifferently, and kept turning his head to look at the old swordsmith in the rocking chair.

And not far from the two people from Luoyang, on a dilapidated bamboo chair, there was a young county magistrate figure that Liu Zi was very familiar with.

Ouyang Rong sat on the stool with half of his buttocks, his arms bent and his knees, he wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and raised his eyes, looking at Liu Zi'an in front of him with a very complicated look.

Between his lowered fingers, he held a cold short sword.

The tip of the sword was pointing downward, and it shook slowly, and the blood droplets shook off.

Next to Ouyang Rong's chair, there was also a beautiful girl with the word "Yue" embroidered on her forehead.

She grasped a short sword tremblingly in both hands, as if someone had forced it in, and the girl turned her head from time to time to look at the hill standing in front of the door, and her eyelashes trembled.

And at this moment, Ouyang Rong suddenly stretched out his hand under his sleeve and silently grabbed Ah Qing's small fist holding the knife,

The girl's small body was closer to him, slightly relieving the trembling of fear.

In addition to the four people above, there was also a female figure that made Liu Zi'an's eyes wide.

Sister-in-law Xu.

I saw that the middle-aged woman was wearing a cloak, her expression was dull, her pale hand under her sleeve was also holding a sword, and her eyes were staring at Liu Zi'an.

This house, which had just been searched, was suddenly full of people.

I don't know if it was the follow-up entry, or if Liu Zi'an hurriedly entered the house before, his eyes were all attracted by the sword box containing the sword, and he didn't notice the blind spot behind the door......

At this moment, everyone in the room was in different states, but their eyes were staring at him in unison.

Liu Zi'an slowly stiffened his head, looking at the picture of enemies in the house, he was powerless, and his face was full of begging for mercy.

But Liu Zilin had indifferently moved out of the way.

Liu Fu stepped forward the second one, pulled out Liu Zi'an's waist knife and threw it away, took out a short sword, and inserted it into Liu Zi'an's ribs like a flower:

"Just now, the third prince has already sent a sword for the eldest prince, since the second prince you want a sword so much, then the old man will give the second prince a sword for His Royal Highness the King of Wei who is far away in Luoyang, I have been in Longcheng for many years, and I still miss His Royal Highness the King of Wei very much."

Liu Fu left the fourth hilt of his sword and turned to walk away.

Wei Shaoxuan turned his head and looked at the young county magistrate who was captured alive by his father-in-law.

Ouyang Rong slowly got up from the bamboo chair, as if he had not been seriously injured before, and walked a little staggered to Liu Zi'an.

He lowered his eyes and carefully sent a short sword into the latter's abdomen and liver, and thoughtfully turned the hilt of the sword, stirring:

"There is a book that says that when a knife is in the organ here, people will be extremely painful, and they will stop breathing in severe pain, and I have always wondered if it is true or not......

"You owe Ahsan, a life... Not enough to pay back. ”

He whispered hoarsely.

Ouyang Rong stepped aside, Ah Qing's figure staggered over, and the simple girl hurt someone with a white blade for the first time.

She lowered her head and trembled her shoulders, cried bitterly and handed a sword into Liu Zi'an's chest intermittently, clumsily exerting force:

"Bad guy, you pay back my brother, you pay back my brother, woo woo......"

"Ho ho ......" Liu Zi'an coughed up bright red lung foam in his mouth and looked at them with pain on his face.

The eldest sister-in-law, Xu, came in despair, and the woman's eyes were full of hatred, and she slammed the short sword into his stomach.

"You return my husband, return my children's biography, woo woo they died so miserably, Chuanzhi also died so miserably...... You don't have to die well, Liu Zi'an! ”

Xu Shi took two knives in a row to slightly relieve her grievances, and pulled out the knife once, causing blood to splash on her face, she retreated with blood on her hands, her body fell to the ground, and she ran away in a mad madness.

In the end, Wei Shaoxuan walked leisurely, pickily selected a sharp sword, and gradually submerged into Liu Zi'an's beating heart inch by inch.

This sword is indeed a good sword, and before the blood can gush out, it has already entered without a handle.

Today's short swords are actually the letter swords that Liu Ziwen routinely sent to the Wei Palace.

Except for the last letter sword that was given to a certain plum blossom makeup girl by Wei Shaoxuan, all the other letter swords were brought, and these days, they were all cut by this sixth son of the Wei family in his spare time.

So right now, it can be said that all the swords that Liu Ziwen gave back to Liu Zi'an.

Wei Shaoxuan sneered and said:

"This son hates the stupidity of someone playing in front of him, but he doesn't have enough eyes, well, look at it now, your current 'heart eyes' are indeed quite a lot.

"It's what you want, Liu Zi'an, you like swords so much? Then there you go, the sword tube is enough. ”

Liu Zi'an turned his head numbly and stupidly, looking at the old swordsmith watching the play by the sword-casting furnace.

"The old man didn't lie to you just now, the Ding Sword is indeed in the sword box, and the swords in the room are indeed ready, but they are ...... Slightly more prepared. ”

The old swordsmith glanced at Liu Zi'an's chest that was barreled like honeycomb coal, nodded, shook his head again, and politely declined Wei Shaoxuan's invitation to smile.

"The old man won't come."

The old man took a sip of wine and said calmly:

"Liu Zi'an, before you asked the old man what else he likes to watch, but I forgot to say that since he came back with the sword embryo and the head of his junior brother, the old man likes to watch the drama of his brother against his eyes, especially your Liu family."

As the words fell, the room fell silent, save for someone's groans of pain and despair.

"Ah...... Yes...... Sword...... Sword...... Ah......h

The groans of pain grew quieter and quieter.

Liu Zilin bowed his head and stood beside Liu Zi'an, not looking at him, but his right arm intimately wrapped around the second brother's shoulder, supporting his clay-like body to show the audience.

In the sight of hatred, hatred, ridicule, and cold eyes.

There was a man with eight sword hilts in his chest and abdomen but nine wounds, his clothes were soaked in blood, he turned his head stiffly, looked back at the Mo family sword box on the table, and stretched out his hand to slowly poke out......

Liu Zi'an didn't blink his eyes, and hung his head and arms.

In the end, I didn't touch the sword.

(End of chapter)