Fan Yu had just finished practicing his sword, took the sweat towel handed by the maid, and gently wiped the sweat sticking to his skin.

He didn't go to the housewarming banquet of the chief executive, so he didn't see the bloody sword battle that was pleasing to the eye.

Fan Yu stroked the sword in his hand, with murderous aura in his eyebrows.

Is it because the chief was also involved in the laughter and ridicule of him after his broken arm?

Fan Yu shook his head, although the chief inspector didn't have much personal relationship with him, so he couldn't say that he knew him very well, but he knew that the chief inspector was a person who thought highly of himself, and he wouldn't bother to do this kind of thing that would make him lose his worth.

So is Du Qing a hot-headed character who breaks into other people's mansions in a grand manner, killing his son first and then his father?

He still thinks not really.

The new star, which came after him but fell very quickly, was a bit unpredictable for him.

Du Qing's sword was obviously for money and status, and he knew very well in his heart that they were all like this.

But that's not all.

Fan Yu shook his head and decided not to think about it anymore.

Du Qing will not be punished anyway, but will re-ascend to the platform and become Gongziyu's henchman again, which is inevitable.

For Gongziyu, their group of raised swordsmen are just tools. Use it while you can use it, and if you don't take advantage of it, you will throw it away in the wing room and pavilion.

The criterion for judging whether to take advantage of it or not is pure strength... Even if he has a broken hand, since Du Qing killed the chief of the Ji, it proves that he is still a good weapon to take advantage of.

Since a good weapon is in hand, the death of Ji Shou and his son is naturally over, and it is precisely because of this that Du Qing is also fearless.

Fan Yu shook his head and smiled in a low voice, he still couldn't help but continue to think about this matter.

He stood up, naked, casually waved the maid in front of him, and with the sword in his right hand, he waved it again.

He practiced his sword and recalled the martial arts competition between Du Qing and Alxa on Liang Gong's boat that day.

Recalling Du Qing's sword style.

The sword light in Fan Yu's hand was staggered, and his breath became more and more rapid.

Du Qing's sword was very fast, and Fan Yu was a little struggling.

He was somewhat aware of why the chief executive had been defeated and died... In Du Qing's seemingly simple sword moves, there was a fierce danger hidden.

Luoyi No. 1 really lives up to its name...

Sweat seeped out of Fan Yu's pores again.

Not long after practicing, there was a report from the people in the house not far away.

"Lord, someone outside the mansion asked to see him, and he said that he was a colleague of the general, called Du Qing. The man came to Fan Yu and made a salute.

"Du Qing?" Fan Yu suddenly stopped the sword in his hand, and his heart was inexplicably numb.

He looked back, a little incredulous.

"Yes, the guest brought some gifts and was waiting outside the door. "The subordinates in Fan Yu's mansion were all picked by Gongzi Yu, and the eyes of the people who knew the line were naturally not low, and he saw that his lord did know the guests who were waiting at the gate of the mansion. So he finished half of the story, and the outcome was up to the master.

"Let him in. Fan Yu hesitated for a moment and nodded. "Take him to the side hall. ”

The man said goodbye, and Fan Yu still stopped in the open space.

He put the sword on the shelf, and after wiping his body sweat, he changed into the brocade clothes of the visitor, and turned around to go to meet Na Du Qing for a while.

He paused, turned around, and took the sword from the sword rack.

...

"Brother Du came to my house today, why did you come to your house?" Fan Yu sat in the hall, picked up the tea prepared by the people, and put it to his mouth.

This tea is the tea of the Chu State, and His Royal Highness the Prince ordered someone to send it a few days ago.

Tea is one of the things that became popular not long ago, and it began with that saint.

"Come and give a gift to Brother Fan. Fan Yu in Du Qing's court arched his hand.

"Oh?" Fan Yu smiled. "Although Brother Du and I are colleagues, we don't have anything to do with each other, what does Brother Du think about giving me a gift? Now that you have killed that boss, you must not have to ask me to do anything anymore?"

Brother Fan laughed. Du Qing shook his head. "When I came to see Brother Fan today, I did give a gift, and I did ask for something. “

"Have something to ask for?" Fan Yu knocked on the table. "Brother Du has now killed the chief of the Ji, but he has replaced him and has become a celebrity in front of the son again, even more than before... Why are you looking for me for something, why don't you just ask to see Gongzi? I, Fan Yu, know that apart from knowing some swordsmanship, there is really no other place that can help Brother Du. “

"Brother Fan is too modest, Du's matter, only Brother Fan can help me. “

"Oh?" Fan Yu frowned, and his left hand couldn't help but touch the sword at his waist. "What can only I help with?"

"Yes. Du Qing nodded. "I want to try my sword with Brother Fan. “

"Test the sword?" Fan Yu pinched the corner of his clothes.

"Yes. Du Qing was a little sincere. "My right hand has been cut off, and now I can only carry a sword with my left hand, and the sword in my left hand is no better than my hands... It is rumored that Brother Fan is the sword of the sword, the Tao is the worst, the skill is secondary, and the power comes from it... Now that Du has reopened the sword style, he wants to understand the sword with the Tao and create the sword with the Dao, so he can only come to Brother Fan and ask for a mention or two. “

Fan Yu frowned, and his clenched fist loosened a lot.

"This..."

"I hope that Brother Fan will be successful. Du Qing was missing an arm and couldn't do anything, so he could only lean down and speak sincerely.

"Okay. Fan Yu glanced at Du Qing deeply, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.