The young man's sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his eyes are resolute and focused, and it is precisely because of these eyes that the young man's ordinary face looks not so ordinary, and people can remember it at a glance.

The so-called change of a pair of eyes to a face is about the same.

The boy was not tall and a little thin, and he looked like he could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

Xu Shan stayed in the young man's eyes for a long time before he came back to his senses and remembered the purpose of his trip, and quickly stood up to block the front side of Wuling, clenched the sword in his hand, and became vigilant.

Xu Shan couldn't help but be glad that the young man didn't make a move just now, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

"My name is Zhao Jia!"

The young man introduced himself, then his eyes fell on Wu Ling and said, "I want to make a deal with you!"

"Deal?"

Wu Ling's eyes narrowed slightly into a narrow slit.

In the middle of the night, a young man sharpening a sword, holding a sword, wants to make a deal?

Just looking at the clear eyes of the teenager, it doesn't seem to mean that.

And the name Zhao Jia is also very interesting.

Ten years ago, the name of the first swordsman of the thirteen kingdoms of Kyushu was Zhao Jia.

That Zhao Jia happened to be an assassin who killed people without blinking. In his eyes, there is only money, whether the person to be killed is good or bad, whether it is a man or a woman, young or old. As long as the price is right, it's all a sword thing, so his reputation is not good.

Assassins generally don't end well.

Zhao Jia is in this column.

It is said that he was seriously wounded during an assassination attempt, and then killed by a sword from a small beggar.

Zhao Jia's bad reputation in the thirteen countries of Kyushu did not affect the worship of some people.

After all, Zhao Jia is the number one swordsman in Kyushu.

It is said that behind every person with the three major surnames in Kyushu, there are hundreds or thousands of people with the same name. The boy's family is estimated to be one of Zhao Jia's admirers, so he gave the boy the same name.

This situation is very common in Kyushu Thirteen.

"Do you want to eat?"

Wu Ling was curious, he stood up and said, "I don't know what Brother Zhao Jia wants to do?" If it's food, I still have a lot here, I can share some with you." ”

Zhao Jia pointed to the thing on the ground beside him, "I want you to help me send this sword box to Tianmu Mountain in the Rain Country, and hand it over to Zhou Cheng of the Xishu Sword Mansion before the Kyushu Sword Conference begins." ”

Wu Ling only noticed at this time that on the left side of the young man, there was a sword box.

There is no need to guess, Wu Ling also knows that there is a sword inside.

And it's also a good sword.

The reason why I think this way is because the boy mentioned the Kyushu Sword Conference and the Xishu Sword House.

The Kyushu Sword Contest is the most important event in Kyushu, held every three years and held by 13 countries in Kyushu. Three years ago, the Sword Discussion Conference was held in Longquan Sword Shrine, the holy land of sword casting in the Martial Kingdom, and this year it was held in Tianmu Mountain in the Rain Country.

The conference is divided into two parts, one is the younger generation's martial arts competition, and the other is the sword competition that has not participated in the conference from the major sword-casting holy places.

Xishu Jianlu is the most famous sword-casting holy place in Shu, and it is also the representative of Shu to participate in the conference this time.

The sword in the sword box can be related to the Xishu Sword House, which is enough to show that it is a good sword.

Moreover, the young man asked him to hand over the sword box to Zhou Cheng, the sword leader of the younger generation of Xishu Jianlu, which means that this sword is either used to participate in the sword competition on behalf of Xishu Jianlu or for Zhou Cheng to participate in the younger generation of martial arts.

The swords that can be used to participate in the Kyushu Sword Tournament are the best swords that have been forged in every sword-casting holy place in recent years.

Wu Ling was full of curiosity about the sword inside the sword box.

Three years ago, the Sword Discussion Conference held by the Longquan Sword Shrine of Wuguo missed it because his parents did not allow him to leave Wucheng.

This made him never see a famous sword until now.

Wu Ling looked at Zhao Jia and didn't agree, but asked, "What can I get?"

Although he went to the Inverted Hanging Mountain, just passing through Tianmu Mountain, and it would be convenient for him to send a sword box, he was not so kind that he would help strangers do risky things without any compensation.

Zhao Jia didn't break his hands and feet, he could have sent the sword but didn't send it, but risked the sword being hidden by someone to make a deal with someone else, and let others send it, which specified that there was something tricky.

Zhao Jia's eyes were resolute, and he said: "If you deliver the sword box on time, and I don't die in the end, then I, Zhao Jia, will be your most loyal guard in this life, and then I will never say anything about going up the sword mountain and going down to the sea of fire." ”

"It's the first time we've met, right?"

Wu Ling stared at Zhao Jia's eyes and said, "Why did you choose me?

Judging from Zhao Jia's words, he has already reported his mortal heart.

That's why I entrusted the sword to someone else.

"I believe in you!"

Zhao Jia said seriously: "Because you are about the same age as me, but you have things that many people at our age can't do!"

Wu Ling smiled curiously: "What do you say?"

Zhao Jia said: "For example, when you enter the temple gate, you will apologize for disturbing others. ”

"That's it?"

"And you'll share your food with your men. ”

"A lot of people do this kind of thing, right?"

Zhao Jia shook his head and said, "Very few, especially a child of a family like you, who is either rich or noble." ”

Wu Ling didn't agree with Zhao Jia's words, at least the people around him would do the same when they encountered this kind of thing. However, Wu Ling did not refute this, because everyone's experience is different.

Thinking that he needed to see the two competitions of the Sword Conference and needed to carry out the sword order, Wu Ling decided to help Zhao Jia. There are only a hundred sword orders in each country, and if it is usual, it is not difficult to find someone to ask for one, but now it is different.

Moreover, he only has more than three hundred taels of silver on him now, and he doesn't have enough money to buy it if he wants to.

If you give the sword box to Zhou Cheng, this matter will be solved.

has already missed the sword conference in Longquan, and Wuling doesn't want to miss this sword conference in Tianmu Mountain in the rain country again.

"I can help you deliver the sword. ”

Wu Ling looked at Zhao Jia seriously, and said with a smile: "But I want to hear the story about this sword!"

Zhao Jia frowned slightly, it was the first time he had heard such a request.

Zhao Jia didn't understand what was good about this.

But it didn't matter, Zhao Jia still said: "This sword is called Thirteen Years, and it is a sword forged by my master who spent thirteen years traveling to the thirteen countries of Kyushu to collect materials and sword-casting techniques. At the moment when the sword was formed, the black clouds overwhelmed the realm, and all kinds of thunder and lightning galloped like dragons in the clouds, and finally poured down and slashed on the sword. ”

"A natural vision has attracted the attention of the people around him, including many masters, and my master was struck by lightning ......"

Speaking of this, Zhao Jia lowered his head, and his bright eyes became dim.

Wu Ling was stunned, he didn't expect that this sword would be a sad story.

Wu Ling opened his mouth, wanting Zhao Jia to mourn and change, but Zhao Jia raised his head at this time, looking at his resolute eyes, it seemed that he didn't need to be comforted by others.

Zhao Jia picked up the sword box on the ground, "After my master died, a group of masters surrounded him and wanted to take away the sword. I'm no match for them, so I can only flee with my sword. ”

Before he died, the master asked him to bring the sword back to the Xishu Sword House.

For the master's last wish, Zhao Jia swore to fulfill it, but he underestimated the number of masters attracted when the sword was cast.

On the way from the Heavenly Wolf Kingdom to the Martial Kingdom, Zhao Jia had killed several waves of people, but there was still an endless stream of people chasing and killing him, and even attracted people on the sword list.

Zhao Jia is not the opponent of the master of the sword list now, if he really encounters it, he will not even have a chance to escape.

That's why Zhao Jia made this decision and asked Wu Ling to help him deliver the sword.

It's a helpless choice.

Zhao Jia thought about it, and there was really nothing more to say, "It's only been a month since this sword was cast, and that's all there is to it about." As for the people who are chasing me now, there are two or three people at the level of the sword list, and there is one one I know, who is the second emperor of the sword list, you have to be careful. ”

The sword list is the two most famous lists in Kyushu, each list only ranks twelve people, and the person on the list is the most powerful young talent with a sword in the thirteen countries of Kyushu in recent years.

The original list was launched by the twelve members of the Juggernaut List, and finally after various challenges, the current list was formed.

Everyone on the list is the real thing.

In the end, Zhao Jia held the sword box in both hands and handed it to Wu Ling.

Wu Ling didn't rush to pick up the sword, but asked, "Last question, where did the sword come from?"

Zhao Jia said: "The entrance of the Flooded King Village, five miles south of Chishui City of the Great Iron Dynasty. ”

Wu Ling took the sword box with both hands and said: "The sword is here, as long as Zhou Cheng does not refuse to accept it, it will definitely appear in his hand before the Tianmu Mountain Sword Conference begins." ”

Zhao Jia said: "Thank you." ”

Wu Ling smiled and said, "Wait until you survive, find me, and thank you again!"

Zhao Jia bowed slightly, picked up his sword, turned around and prepared to leave, "The person who is chasing me should find him soon, I'll leave first!"

Wu Ling withdrew a hand from the sword box and said, "Wait a minute!"

Wu Ling retracted his hand into his sleeve, took out a sword talisman from the spirit ring, threw it to Zhao Jia, and said: "This is a sword talisman, as long as it is stained with your own blood, throw it out and shout a blast, it will explode." It should be much more powerful than the Thunderbolt Beads in the Thunderbolt Gate, so you should be careful about the distance. ”

Zhao Jia did not refuse, and after taking the sword talisman, he walked out of the temple gate and walked directly into the heavy rain.

"My name is Wuling, don't forget!"

Wu Ling shouted at the door, but Zhao Jia's figure did not turn his head, and disappeared into the night after only a while.

Wu Ling shook his head and smiled, "What an interesting weirdo!"

After seeing Zhao Jia leave, Xu Shan, who was always on guard against Zhao Jia, breathed a sigh of relief. Zhao Jia's every move was concise and there was no superfluous action, so that he could not find a flaw.

Xu Shan has been traveling south and north for so many years, and he has seen two or three people in the top ten of the younger generation of sword lists.

However, it is not as impeccable as Zhao Jia.

The young man in front of him, his deep eyes looked ancient, but he felt like a dormant beast.

Wu Ling walked over to the fire and sat down cross-legged, then placed the sword box across his lap. The sword box is made of bamboo boards, and there is no decoration or pattern on the surface except for a few shallow sword marks, which is extremely ordinary.

After hesitating for a moment, Wu Ling decided to open the sword box and take a look.

"Thirteen years?"

Wu Ling thought of the name of the sword, and the arc of a smile provoked on his lips, "It's really a sloppy name." ”

The sword that took thirteen years to walk the thirteen countries is called thirteen years?

If there are only 12 kingdoms in Kyushu and it takes 14 years to forge a sword, how should we choose a name?

Wu Lingchai was most likely given the name by Zhao Jia.

Wu Ling gently broke the lid of the sword case, and it didn't take much effort to open it, it was not like those hidden sword boxes that were cleverly created with mechanisms, which needed to be opened by pressing the mechanism.

The moment the sword box was opened, in the face of the firelight, I could also feel a chill rushing towards me. Inside the sword box, a long sword without a scabbard, lying still, the smooth blade of the sword, overflowing with coldness.

Sharp!

With just one glance, such a word came to Wu Ling's mind.

Wu Ling put the lid of the box on the ground, took the sword out of the sword box, and placed it horizontally in front of his eyes in front of the firelight. The sword is three feet long, nearly three fingers wide, has no spine, and weighs a little heavier than the princely sword.

When a swordsmith casts a sword, he usually hammers a pre-engraved seal on the sword.

And there is no inscription on the body of this sword.

This somewhat proves that the name of Thirteen Years was taken by Zhao Jia.

Wu Ling lightly slashed the blade of the long sword with his sword fingers, and then flicked the tip of the sword with his fingers. A crisp sound, like a stone falling into the valley and a flat lake, made people listen to it and calm their minds.

Even if Wu Ling didn't have much contact with the sword, he could know that it was a good sword.

Chen Dou, who was in the carriage outside the temple, heard this voice and didn't feel pity, "It's a pity that it's in a soulless place, otherwise it wouldn't have become an ethereal sword." ”

If it is in the land of spirits, there is a chance that this sword will become a spirit sword that is born with a sword spirit.

There are not many spirit swords with innate sword spirits in the world.

And now there are very few people who can forge the Innate Sword Spirit Spirit Sword.

Xu Shan said with a radiant look: "Childe, this is a good sword. It seems that even compared to the Longquan Sword Shrine Sword Discussion Sword Conference three years ago, the Secluded Sword Sword is not bad. ”

Wu Ling said curiously: "Brother Xu has seen the Youhuang Sword?"

Xu Shan said: "Three years ago, I went to the sword competition site with King Wu. ”

Wu Ling asked, "I heard that that guy from Zhao Jiangnan pulled out the giant sword of the Longquan Sword Shrine, is it true?"

Xu Shan nodded and said, "I wasn't sure before, but it was confirmed a few days ago that Zhao Gongzi did pull out the giant god bone, and the Longquan Sword Shrine has allowed Zhao Gongzi to bring the sword with him!"

Thinking of the thorn who was not afraid of the sky and the earth, Wu Ling couldn't help grinning, "I haven't embarrassed my aunt." ”

Zhao Jiangnan is the son of his second aunt.

In the early years, his aunt was treated unfairly in the Longquan Sword Shrine, and then took Zhao Jiangnan back to the Wuwang Mansion to live for three years in a fit of anger.

Zhao Jiangnan came to King Wu's Mansion and did not see anything outside.

Just a few days after he came, relying on his innate divine power, he beat every one of his peers in the Wuwangfu, which made the Wuwangfu complain.

Wu Ling was almost beaten, but his aunt saw it and stopped it.

Xu Shan said: "I heard that in order to experience Zhao Gongzi, Longquan Sword Shrine went to Tianmu Mountain in the Rain Country this time, and did not take him with him, but let him go alone. According to the time of Zhao Gongzi's departure, we should walk slowly, and we should be able to meet him in the border city with the rain country. ”

"Really?"

A smile appeared on Wu Ling's mouth, and he suddenly hesitated, whether to meet Zhao Jiangnan.

After all, this guy still owes himself thirty taels of silver.

Wu Ling and Xu Shan didn't talk for long.

What rest means to people in a hurry, Xu Shan knows better than anyone. After seeing that Wu Ling didn't ask, Xu Shan closed his eyes and rested.

Soon the temple fell silent, except for the sound of heavy rain outside.

Tonight is undoubtedly a difficult night for Wuling.

The first time I went out, and I encountered such a heavy autumn rain at night, it was inevitable that I would have a sense of parting in my heart.

Wu Ling added a handful of dry wood to the campfire, then walked over to the pillar and sat down, facing the broken windows of the deserted temple. Looking at the dripping rain outside the window in a daze for a while, Wu Ling still didn't feel sleepy.

With nothing to do, Wu Ling gently pulled the princely sword out of its scabbard and looked at it.

For a long night, man and sword had nothing to say.