Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Sword of the Son of Heaven Shakes the Eight Desolations

Listening to Pei Yuanhao's narration and feeling the feelings between him and Xuanqing Phoenix who were reluctant to separate, Qin Fengyu was also immersed in that sadness for a while.

After a long time, Qin Fengyu calmed down his feelings, and looked at Pei Yuanhao again, he was already drunk. Qin Fengyu shook his head, left Pei Yuanhao's room, and walked out of the door alone. He first went to Lin Weiwei's corner, and then rubbed his ass and walked out of it. Then he went to Han Shuang's room again, and at some point there was a bag on his forehead, and he covered the bag with a face full of grievances and returned to his room.

The rising sun rises little by little from the east with the morning dew, illuminating the whole land.

Today's Yuwang Mansion meeting hall is particularly lively, and it is full of people, including local gentry and Wenchen from Daqin. Everyone greeted each other in the council room. After Qin Fengyu killed chickens and monkeys last time, the gentry in these places were much more obedient. It was also much easier for the left-handed Wenchen who came to contact local affairs this time.

Qin Fengyu came to the conference hall, and everyone suddenly stopped talking. After Qin Fengyu sat down on the main seat, he cleared his throat and said: "Fengyu City is now in ruins, I hope you can unite as one to build Fengyu City more prosperous, you are willing." ”

Everyone at the bottom nodded yes.

Qin Fengyu swept around the crowd with satisfaction, and then said: "Gu Yihan must have known all the adults, he is the number one guest of my Yuwang Mansion, and your positions will be assigned to you by him in a while, and if you are not satisfied, you can also put it forward." ”

The people below nodded with smiles on their faces, in their opinion, no matter how small the officials here are, it is also a place where they can make a promise, and they don't know how many times more painful than Kyoto, and this is indeed the case. At present, Fengyu City and the surrounding areas have just experienced the baptism of war, and if these people are sent to the place, they are basically no different from the King of Yishan Mountain. But fortunately, the generals are all in Qin Fengyu's hands, and Wen Cheng has Lin Huang, the left minister, so the problem is not very big.

After some discussion, Qin Fengyu withdrew from the conference hall, and handed over the remaining details to Lin Weiwei and Gu Yihan.

Qin Fengyu turned around and turned to the small garden where Lin Huang lived, the garden was very secluded, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, and the fish songs and water were tuned, which was very happy. There is a large trellis in the centre of the garden, and it is not too pleasant to cool off under this trellis in the heat of May.

Lin Huang sat on the chaise longue under the grape trellis, closed his eyes gracefully, listening to the minor tune sung by the girl not far away, and the people waiting next to him fed the peeled grapes into his mouth from time to time. Qin Fengyu looked at Lin Huang's life, and immediately became envious, he snorted, turned his head and walked towards Lin Weiwei's room.

Lin Weiwei was sorting out the places assigned by the major officials at this time, and she didn't care when she saw Qin Fengyu coming. Just glanced at him, and continued to bury his head in sorting out the booklet. Qin Fengyu stood there for a long time, and seeing that Lin Weiwei didn't look at himself, he walked to Lin Weiwei's side and snorted violently at Lin Weiwei~hum~hum~ three times, snot, and foam splashed everywhere.

Lin Weiwei was frightened enough, looking at Qin Fengyu like a fool, she couldn't speak for a long time. Qin Fengyu saw that Lin Weiwei didn't speak yet, he took a sharp breath and prepared to make a big one, but when he was about to hum out, Lin Weiwei pinched his nose, and this mouthful was all suffocated back into Qin Fengyu's mouth, choking him and coughing.

After a long time, Lin Weiwei, who figured out what was going on, looked helplessly at Qin Fengyu who was full of grievances on the side, and then Lin Weiwei ordered someone to move the recliner to her garden, and took Lord Qin's hand, took him to the chaise longue and sat down, and carefully peeled the grapes for him, Qin Fengyu grinned and ate the grapes like a child.

After a morning of playing, the relationship between the two became a lot closer again. In the afternoon, Qin Fengyu took Lin Weiwei to Lin Huang's garden, at this time Lin Huang was playing chess with Pei Yuanhao, seeing Qin Fengyu coming, the two put down the chess pieces in their hands, Qin Fengyu said solemnly: "Lin Xiang, General Yuan, the matter of Daliang can not be delayed any longer." ”

The old god Lin Huang was chattering: "No one wants to drag it, if you want to go, you can go, don't take my daughter with you." ”

Qin Fengyu glanced at Lin Huang speechlessly, and then said: "There are two people sitting here, so I plan to take Gu Yihan there, but I still ask Lin Xiang and Gu Yihan to explain the details here." ”

Lin Huang waved his hand impatiently to indicate that he knew, Qin Fengyu saw that this old man was unhappy, and he didn't stay long, and took Lin Weiwei back to the room.

Lin Weiwei wanted to sort out the roster, and at this time, Qin Fengyu was the only one left in the room, and he sent someone to tell Gu Yihan to ask him to find Lin Huang, and then he studied the map of the beam by himself.

Knock knock~ A knock sounded on the door, Qin Fengyu looked up, and the person who came was the old general Pei Yuanhao. Pei Yuanhao was also not polite, sat next to Qin Fengyu with a butt, patted Qin Fengyu on the shoulder and called him unkind, drunk himself and ran away alone, Qin Fengyu shouted wronged, and said that he was willing to drink again now to see who fell first.

Pei Yuanhao waved his hand, and then said seriously: "Do you remember the two short swords that nailed Xuanqing at the beginning?"

Qin Fengyu was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Pei Yunhao to ask this, then nodded, and took out the ancient short sword on his waist and put it on the table.

Pei Yuanhao's eyes lit up, and then he continued to say to Qin Fengyu: "I later found out that these two short swords are actually two broken swords. After speaking, Pei Yuanhao pulled out the two short swords, and sure enough, there was a small crack in their ports.

Suddenly, the two small swords on the table trembled uncontrollably and hissed. Especially the one in Pei Yuanhao's hand, it is like the chirping of the Qingxuan Phoenix. The two short swords trembled uncontrollably, and their bodies exuded a quaint light. Gradually, the two short swords contended with each other, teasing each other without giving in. The short sword in Qin Fengyu's hand exuded yellow light all over its body, gradually transforming into the shape of a golden dragon, while the one in Pei Yuanhao's hand exuded a dark blue light, transforming into the appearance of a blue phoenix. This Xuanqing Phoenix was different from what they had seen before, it had a glittering crown on its head, making it look even more majestic and sacred.

A dragon and a phoenix fought with each other in the air, and in the end, it was the cyan light on Xuanqing's body that was flourishing, suppressing the golden dragon. The two short swords gradually merged into one, and the light shone brightly, Qin Fengyu and Pei Yuanhao were so stabbed by this light that they had to cover their eyes with their sleeves.

After a long time, the light faded away. Qin Fengyu froze his mind, and then looked in the direction of the two short swords. The previous two short swords had disappeared, and what appeared in front of Qin Fengyu and Pei Yuanhao was a giant sword with a dragon pattern on the body of a phoenix, Qin Fengyu looked at this sword with a look of affection, stepped forward, held it in his hand, and said: "Good sword," and then threw him to Pei Yuanhao. Pei Yuanhao was also very happy, he held the giant sword, feeling the familiar breath of the Xuanqing Phoenix coming from above, and was intoxicated.

Pei Yuanhao gently stroked the sword body, and then handed him to Qin Fengyu. And said that this sword belonged to Qin Fengyu.

Although Qin Fengyu also loved this sword, he knew Pei Yuanhao's feelings for Xuanqing Phoenix, coupled with his own kung fu fingering, so he refused to accept anything.

Pei Yuanhao also said that he didn't want anything, he had already reached the realm of the Great Grandmaster, so he naturally didn't need weapons, so under his death, Qin Fengyu took over the giant sword, but Qin Fengyu gave Pei Yuanhao the task of taking the name, which suddenly made him such a big old man blind.

Pei Yuanhao stood there, staring at the giant sword leaning on the table, and muttered, "This sword is five feet three inches long and weighs sixty catties." The dragon energy is overflowing, and the phoenix energy is restrained. Why don't you call it ......?"

Pei Yuanhao pondered for a moment and hesitated for a moment before saying: "It's better to call it the "Son of Heaven Sword", the dragon is overflowing, and the phoenix is introverted, which is worthy of the title of "Son of Heaven". ”

Qin Fengyu's eyes lit up, he didn't care if he would offend the one in Kyoto, and immediately clapped his hands and said: "It's called "Son of Heaven Sword", "Son of Heaven Sword, Earthquake Eight Desolations" Good sword and good name."

The "Sword of the Son of Heaven" standing in the corner of the wall continued to sound like dragons and phoenixes for a while, and it seemed that he was very satisfied with the name.

In the evening, Qin Fengyu wrapped the "Sword of the Son of Heaven" in cloth behind him, and held a banquet in the Yuwang Mansion, entertaining everyone from afar and the dignitaries in Fengyu City.

This night, Qin Fengyu was very drunk.

This night, the phoenix and dragon roared in the west.