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"Daddy, my son is back. After saying goodbye to Master Han Zhi, Shen Xie rushed back to the Sword Killing Villa with a group of people from the Sword Killing Villa, unloading the exhaustion of his body, Shen Xie pushed open the door of the main hall, and saw that he didn't have time to see who was doing it clearly, Shen Xie opened his mouth and said, as soon as the words fell, Shen Xie saw that there were not only his father in the main hall, but also Yang Xiao and Yang Xiang, when he saw Yang Xiang and Yang Xiao, Shen Xie instinctively had a big head, especially Yang Xiang, the princess, Shen Xie's face couldn't help but become serious, "Your Royal Highness Princess, why are you back?" ”

"What's the matter? Does Master Shen Shaozhuang mean that I am not welcome in Sword Killing Villa?" After Yang Xiang came to Sword Killing Villa, he was no longer the same as before, but regained the arrogance that only a princess had, his face changed, and he looked at Shen Xie intently and asked.

"Ha, that's not it, it's just that Her Royal Highness the princess so blatantly left the Emei faction, and came to the Sword Killing Villa three times and twice, if it is seen, aren't you afraid that someone will suspect your identity?" To tell the truth, Shen Xie was not in a good mood at this time, this time he encircled and suppressed the Valley of Bliss, although Shen Xie had already guessed that he would have the opportunity to meet Xuanyuan Xiang, and even thought that he would have the opportunity to let Xuanyuan Xiang live, but he didn't expect Xuanyuan Xiang to become like this, that scene is still engraved in the depths of Shen Xie's mind, Shen Xie is the young owner of the Sword Killing Villa, how to say it, he can be regarded as a figure with a face in the rivers and lakes, and he has been so commanded by Yang Xiang several times, and the sullen gas that has been accumulated in Shen Xie's heart has no place to spill out。

"Shen Xie! Shut up! Dare to be so big or small in front of Her Royal Highness the Princess?" Lord Shen Zhuang had already seen that Shen Xie was wrong, if he didn't say anything to stop it, I was afraid that this Shen Xie would say something unknown again, and was glared at by Lord Shen Zhuang, Shen Xie immediately became a lot more honest, "Evil child, Her Royal Highness the Princess came back this morning, and I already know about your trip to the Valley of Bliss this time, but... There's something I want to verify with you, that Xuanyuan Xiang, did you know each other before?"

Hearing that Shen Zhuang actually mentioned Xuanyuan Xiang at this time, Shen Xie knew that it must be Yang Xiang who was making a stumbling block, and even told his father about the fact that he was very close to Xuanyuan Xiang on Wudang Mountain, for a while, Shen Xie was even more unwilling to glare, but in front of his father, Shen Xie didn't dare to make a mess, "Back to Daddy, my son did have a relationship with that Xuanyuan Xiang, and the relationship was not bad at the beginning, but... That's all because Xuanyuan Xiang borrowed the name of the Changfeng Dart Bureau, and his son didn't notice it for a while, so he got closer to him, Daddy rest assured, since I knew that Xuanyuan Xiang was a disciple of the Valley of Bliss, I haven't had any contact with him anymore. ”

"This is the best, you must know that the Valley of Bliss is a demon sect, as decent disciples, it is not beneficial for us to get too close to such a person!" "This son of his own is not known to others, don't he know yet?" The more he said this, it showed that he valued this Xuanyuan Xiang more, but now was not the time for him to get angry, because Lord Shen Zhuang seemed to smell a smell of opportunity from this incident," Evil son, I heard from Her Royal Highness the princess, this Xuanyuan Xiang was originally an ordinary disciple of the Valley of Bliss, and his martial arts were not outstanding, but this time he was able to overcome the crowd, relying on the divine blade in his hand?"

"Yes......" Shen Xie didn't dare to hide anything from his father, he knew that it must be Yang Xiang who told Master Shen Zhuang all these things, even if he had the intention to hide it, there was no possibility," Daddy, when Xuanyuan Xiang was on Wudang Mountain before, I had a fight with him, although it was only to the point, but although this person's martial arts have not yet been completed, it must not be described by ordinary words, especially his light footwork, which is extremely weird, so this time the battle, although it cannot be said that the blade is powerful, or maybe Xuanyuan Xiang has had some chance during this time, so that he can achieve martial arts in a short period of time. When Shen Xie heard that Lord Shen Zhuang attributed Xuanyuan Xiang's martial arts to the blade in his hand, Shen Xie instinctively didn't believe it, there is that kind of divine blade in this world, but it is only limited to a cold blade, but if it is said that a weapon can make such a big change, Shen Xie does not believe it.

"So, this Xuanyuan Xiang is also a figure that should not be underestimated?" When Lord Shen heard Shen Xie say this, his face couldn't help but become a little heavy, and he turned his gaze to Yang Xiao, who had never spoken on the side, "Brother Yang, in your opinion, will the blade in this Xuanyuan Xiang's hand be that?"

What the hell are they talking about? Could it be that there is any origin of that knife? Seeing that there was a dumb riddle between Daddy and Yang Xiao, Shen Xie's heart was instantly pinched, and just as Shen Xie's eyes turned to Yang Xiao, it happened to be the moment when he saw Yang Xiao nodding, "Brother Shen Xian, I won't tell you, I once saw an article about the Ancient Evil Blade in the forbidden book in the palace- The scroll of weeping blood, what is described in it is basically the same as what the princess said, but what is written in the book is even more terrifying, if it is really weeping blood, I am afraid that Xuanyuan Xiang will not be able to exert the maximum power of weeping blood, otherwise, I am afraid that no one in the Valley of Elysium will be able to come out at that time. ”

"Weeping blood? What is that?" Shen Xie had heard of the name 'weeping blood' for the first time, and looking at the expressions of Yang Xiao and his father, it seemed that this weeping blood was still a very terrifying existence, but were they talking about the knife in Xuanyuan Xiang's hand? But how could this be possible? Not to mention whether there was such a so-called ancient evil blade in this world, even if there was, how could it be the knife in Xuanyuan Xiang's hand?

"Virtuous nephew, it is rumored that this weeping blood is an ancient evil blade, this is not only to say that the sharpness of this weeping blood has not changed for thousands of years, but it is also rumored that this weeping blood is soaked in the blood of tens of millions of corpses, and it is very angry, it is a complete evil blade, and I once saw a poem in that forbidden book, which describes weeping blood. "Yang Xiao used to be a master of the inner house, and he was a guard who personally protected Zhu Yunwen, so naturally there were many opportunities to see some strange things from the palace, this forbidden book was originally collected in the palace as a legend, and Yang Xiao saw it by chance at that time, and he didn't care, but the content written in this book is really a little fresh in people's minds, this is just when Yang Xiang said the knife that Xuanyuan Xiang was holding, Yang Xiao was the first to remember the weeping blood written in the book.

"Poetry?" Listening to what Yang Xiao said, Shen Xie felt more and more incredible, what kind of ancient evil blade could this be, how could anyone be so bored to write poems for a cold knife?

"Crying blood, eternal restlessness, slaughtering a hundred miles, leaving a soul in the barren valley, as soon as the blood moon comes out, resentment and grace, who pulls out the weeping blood, stands proud!" When Yang Xiao read out these thirty-two words, Shen Xie suddenly had an illusion, this voice was very vicissitudes, but there was a feeling of indescribability, as if there was a resentment rushing down from the nine heavens.

(End of chapter)