Puppet Sword Chapter (30)

"Was this found on Earle's corpse?" asked Sunshadow, looking at the note in her hand, guessingly.

Peng Xiu nodded. "I think the handwriting seems familiar, but I can't remember it for a while. ”

"Do you know who wrote the letter?" asked Thor eagerly.

"It's not sure who it is. Sunshadow replied, shaking her head.

"I remembered. Peng Xiu flipped through one of them, and then handed it back to Riying, so that Riying could look at it again.

This letter discusses some of the casting techniques and some matters of the Sword Cultivation Pavilion. One of the passages also describes what he saw and heard about a famous sword. Reading content that is too much the same makes the memory of the handwriting clearer. Nikkage also remembered.

"In the study in Sulange. Sunshadow said with certainty, turning back to Thor. "Isn't this Sulange's note?"

"Of course not, I still know my father's notes, and my father's notes are generally very sloppy, not so delicate and organized. Although the discussion of forging is indeed a bit like my father's method. But the tone I think is more like my peers. ”

"We saw a codex in Sulange's study. Sunkage explained. "We always thought it was written by Sulange. ”

"Although my father was a scholar of forging and loved to study other people's theories, most of the time he wrote them by hand, and he should not have the heart to write them into codexes in an orderly manner, unless someone wrote them on his behalf. Thor speculated based on what he knew about Suranger.

"Who is his ghostwriter? Do you know?" Although there was already a candidate in mind, Nikkage still asked, not knowing whether he was confirming or hoping for it.

"I didn't even know my father had a codex. Thor smiled wryly.

"Do you know Mourning Night?" Peng Xiu suddenly answered.

But Peng Xiu's question made the Sun Shadow realize that they never seemed to know about the past of Mourning Night, and they never thought that there would be people here who did not know Mourning Night. It seems that the mourning night is a part of the town that truly represents spring. But they don't know where this beauty came from, how it came, and when it came before Spring Town. So much so that the matter has come to this point, and he still hesitates about what can be inferred.

"I don't know. I've been away from home for many years. My father is no longer looking for me. I learned about the situation at home from these letters. There is no mention of the person in the letter. ”

"That's because the person who wrote the letter is the one who mourns the night. "The person who wrote the letter thinks that they know each other, how can they introduce themselves again.

How much effort did this person put into managing and understanding all the people and everything here, and what kind of effort did he spend to slowly penetrate this place bit by bit, even if even the heirs who traveled far away had done their homework to make people like him who didn't want to return to this place come back here. What is such a pendulum and such perseverance for?

The doubts in Sunkage's mind slowly expanded, and some ripples were swaying, as if the answer was about to come out, and as if the answer was unreachable, and a layer of mist hung over his thoughts.

"Sulange's poison, I know. Beiyu turned around and interrupted their conversation.

"Father, how is he?" asked Thor eagerly.

"Don't you want him to die?" Beiyu asked a little puzzled when he heard Thor's eagerness, but his appearance was too fierce, so that Thor mistook it for mockery, and he didn't speak for a while, and it took a while to reply.

"I don't think he died that way. Thor sighed. "I hate him, but he's a father after all. Besides, he treated me much better than the other siblings. Even if I see us as tools, I am the one he treats the most. Even if I knew that my mother's death was inseparable from his ignorance and his selfishness all along, I had no way to kill him directly. Otherwise, I wouldn't have just chosen to leave. ”

"He's not going to die yet. It can also wake up. Do you want to wake him up, boss?" Beiyu looked at Peng Xiu.

Beiyu sensitively sensed that the situation would become more complicated and chaotic when he woke up Sulange at this time.

"Please, Your Highness, please wake him up. Thor pleaded with Penxiu.

Peng Xiu nodded. "Let's wake him up first. ”

No matter how complicated and troublesome the situation is, it cannot be a reason to see death and not save it.

Beiyu silently turned around and began to move in his hands.

While everyone was silently watching all this, there was a knock at the door.

Mott opened the door, and outside it was a servant with a panicked look. Sunkage knew her, the woman who came to his room to deliver clothes and serve him.

Sunshadow asked softly.

When the woman saw the sun, she felt as if she had seen a loved one, and her panic and anxiety instantly subsided a lot.

She said with tears in her voice. "I was guarding Saya-sama in your room...... But Lord Mingyang took him away...... I can see that his wounds are still bloody... I don't dare stop him, but you can save him the first time and he can do it the second time, right?"

"Well, don't be afraid, you're doing a great job. We'll leave it to you next. It's okay. Sun Ying said softly and comfortingly.

The woman nodded, calmed her fears, and left. Sunshadow looked back at Peng Xiu, and asked with a question written in his eyes.

"Why did the man suddenly want to catch the beauty, I don't know where to catch it? How to save this, I have to hurry, the beauty's injury is not healed yet. When Melson heard the promise of the Sun Shadow, he also got up, and asked a little eagerly, although he already knew that the beauty had a lot to do with the things here, but he still couldn't bear to think of the way Mourn was lying on the bed and dying, since the Sun Shadow was going to save him, naturally he would not go.

He knew that the letter was written in mourning and in the night. I also know that Mourning Night is another person who can open the Sword Cultivation Pavilion. He went to confirm his idea. Sunshadow reasoned with a slight frown.

Here he was first annoyed by his hesitation. While he was slowly confirming what he was thinking, and still confirming the trivial matters of the person who wrote the letter, Mingyang's actions had exceeded his expectations, and he acted quickly and without hesitation, knowing that they would go to find someone, he still took the first step and took the person away.

One hesitation, two misses, may be the loss of others' lives, what is the difference between this and the murderer. His indifference never had to be about respecting life.

"Let's go, let's go and see what this Mingyang wants. Beiyu, if Sulange wakes up and we haven't come back yet, take people with us. Peng Xiu got up and commanded.

He walked over to Sunshadow and touched Sunshadow's head. "It's fine. There I am. We'll go and retrieve your sword. ”

Some people have words that, like a breeze, can dispel the dark clouds of uneasiness at any time.

Raising the Sword Pavilion

The true heart of the town, the true foundation of Sulange.

Enclosed in a heavily guarded courtyard, it is a complex of towers with high spires. The tallest of them all, the towering black spire, pierced the sky, leaving the shadows on the ground, overwhelming the people below.

The entrance to the tower was built with a sealed corridor, and the normally closed door was open at this time, but the dim yellow wall lamps already hinted at the operation of the mechanism, and the clicking sound.

"You can actually open this place. Why didn't you tell me? You lied to me?" In the dim light, an angry and hideous face looked even more ruthless at the moment, and Ming Yang asked loudly.

"I never seem to have said I couldn't, and my agreement with you never included anything here. The voice of the mourning night is still pleasant, without the slightest trillation caused by the cracking of some wounds on the body, smooth and cold.

"You said you could help me take everything here, and you know that this is the most important place in this place. ”

"I didn't say that. Mingyang calm down and don't impose illusions on facts. Besides, what else can stop you from moving forward now. The mourning night was still calm, and there was not the slightest ripple in his voice, as if he could not feel the anger of the person in front of him, and his eyes looked at the dim passage with deep eyes. "And here, if you want to go in, I'll take you in. ”

"Really? But Thor is back! He said you could go in, and he said you called him back. That's not what you said when you asked me to secretly send you a letter. You said you were just trying to frame him. Said that the dust would settle when he returned. But that's not the case now. Ming Yang said with a trepidation that he didn't even perceive, his fear of his father was so deep that he was equally uneasy about Thor's presence.

"Mingyang, it's different from what you said now, you can still frame him, you can still occupy here. You are no longer anyone's shadow. No one will ignore your presence anymore. ”

In the pleasant voice of the mourning night, there seemed to be power in each sentence, recalling the uneasy eyes of Ming Yang who didn't know where he fell.

Mingyang remembered himself who was distressed at the beginning, and remembered himself squatting in the corner, and this person also said in a voice here, "Now, do you want everyone else to see you?"

It's just a sentence, but it is like a pebble thrown into the calm water, sinking with a bang, seemingly not much change, but in fact causing countless ripples. It is under the calm surface, in the soil originally filled with desire, to sprinkle a drop of water that breaks through the soil and comes out of the water, and it will grow into a towering tree on its own in a few moments.

Yes, Ming Yang wants everyone here to look at him, but he also wants the person in front of him to look at him. But is that really the case now?

"Is that really the case? Is it really like that?" Mingyang seemed to be in some kind of demonic daze, his hands pinched the neck of Mourning Night, and he asked loudly and angrily.

"That's not the case, you're lying to me! It's you who used my knowledge of Thor, and used the letter to know the secret of the Sword Raising Pavilion, but you didn't tell me because you didn't think it was necessary. Because you didn't even think that I would actually take over everything here. Because you've already figured it out, and you'll kill me in the end, right? Then Thor killed me and threw all the blame on me, and no one even knew what role you played here. Because from beginning to end, your hands are clean, and I, and I ......" Mingyang's words were interrupted by one foot, and one didn't know when it flashed to his side and kicked his foot. He was kicked and flew out.

Mourning the night blushed, breathing desperately, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the young man standing in front of him, still the emaciated young man with black hair, standing in front of him again and again, even though he might already know all the sins here.

"Little Shadow ......" called out the boy's name hoarsely and with difficulty.

He saw the young man's heroic and delicate face, although he was still expressionless, but there was still a thick worry in his eyes, and he still squatted down very gently, still speaking in a cold voice.

"It's fine. Don't worry. ”

But when the boy knows everything about him and thinks he can be worth it, is he "okay".