After Zhuo Song briefly informed him of the situation, Zhuo Ran, Mu Xuan, Steward Mei and others thoroughly understood that Zhuo Song had been busy forging swords in the past few months. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The second brother Zhuo Ran was overjoyed when he knew that the blood-drinking sword was completed. Over the years, he has also been helping Zhuo Jian Villa boost its fame and prestige, and his efforts are no less than that of his eldest brother Zhuo Song.

At present, the casting of this blood-drinking sword made him see the hope of Zhuo Jian Villa rising again. That's what he's been hoping for for years.

Mu Xuan was also very happy when he knew that Zhuo Song was going to give the blood-drinking sword to his father. It is said that BMW is a hero, if the blood-drinking sword is really as Zhuo Song said, then his father Mu Liangsheng must like it very much. She knew her father's attitude towards the Vortex Sword, and if the Blood Drinking Sword was given to him, he would be overjoyed.

Steward Mei also acted very happy after hearing this, after all, he had also stayed in this villa for decades, and his feelings were very deep. It's just that he didn't see the sword at the moment, and he kept asking Zhuo Song what about the blood-drinking sword, asking him to take it out and show it to everyone, happy like an old naughty boy.

Zhuo Song knew the importance and danger of this sword, and could only tell everyone that the blood-drinking sword had been placed in a very safe place, and it would be shown to everyone when it was time to show it. At the same time, he also told everyone to keep it secret for the time being, not to leak the news first, and when it needs to be made public, he will announce it.

That night, Zhuo Song came to the ancestral hall of Zhuo Jian Villa alone, lit a stick of incense in front of his father's spiritual seat, and gently placed it in the incense burner.

The three sticks of incense slowly parted, and soon smoke filled up.

At this time, his mood was relieved, the kind of relief that had been suppressed for a long time and was released.

Standing in the ancestral hall of the Zhuo family, he couldn't suppress the ecstasy in his heart, and the old tears of excitement were rampant.

For so many years, Zhuo Song has always felt ashamed of his ancestors, especially his dead father. Because since he took over as the owner, Zhuojian Villa has been going downhill. And his father forged the Vortex Sword, which made Zhuo Jian Villa gain supreme glory. In such a comparison, he felt that he was even more unscrupulous.

It is no wonder that the ancestors or predecessors are too powerful, which will bring glory to those around them, but also bring shadows.

Because of the inherent law of balance in the world, it will not let the supreme glory shine on a family and a person all the time, bringing you a supreme aura at the same time, but it will bring inevitable shadow harm to the relatives around you.

Therefore, in a certain sense, countless people squeeze their heads to rush for quick success, excessively pursue their wives and sons, and maximize their success, so as to add countless glory.

However, it is inevitable that the younger generations will live in their own shadows, and in turn correct their too dazzling success through the pain of the younger generations, which may be a law of compensation.

Zhuo Song's pain can only be understood by himself.

He has been living in the shadow of his father for decades, living with self-blame and guilt.

Although he does not think that his father's success has caused his own pain, he always feels ashamed of himself when he compares himself to his father.

Still, he didn't think that his father's over-glory was to fault, and his own incompetence was to blame.

Standing in front of his father's spiritual seat at this moment, Zhuo Song felt a little more comfortable. After all, now that he has also created a sword, if it is not stronger than the Vortex Sword, it will definitely not be inferior to it.

He stood in front of his father's spiritual seat and muttered to himself, which was not only a consolation to his father's spirit in the sky, but also an opening and relief to his own heart. Watching the smoke of burning incense drift around, Zhuo Song burst into tears a little.

It's just that this sad mood quickly stopped, because the three incense sticks were not burned and were broken.

"Guillotine incense!"

Zhuo Song's face was shocked, and the severed head incense was not a good sign. According to folk tradition, that means that there will be a disaster, and it will be a disaster of blood and light. Zhuo Song picked up the severed head incense and put it in the candlelight and looked at it again, wondering if it was because of the incense's own problems, not the so-called supernatural causes.

After examining it for a long time, and seeing no problems, he re-lit the unburned aftertaste.

Unable to comprehend, he paused slightly, then reverently closed his eyes and began to read silently.

It is said that the child is silent and strange, but when something incomprehensible happens, what other way can he resort to answer the doubts in his heart. This is especially true for Zhuo Song, who believes in divination and hexagrams.

At the same time, a masked man in black in the forging pavilion was looking around for something. Although he is very agile and has high light skills, he does not look like an ordinary person in terms of posture and movements, and has the unique mark of a person who breaks into the rivers and lakes.

He rummaged around, listening intently for other movements. Everywhere he went, he rummaged through key locations, as if he was quite familiar with the forging pavilion, and he knew the layout inside well.

Since more than ten years ago, the Forging Pavilion of Zhuo Jian Villa had closed work at night and rested, because there was not much business to do, so no one in the Forging Pavilion at this time had disturbed the man in black to rummage through his goals.

However, he rummaged for about half an hour, and didn't seem to find anything, so he quickly walked out of the forging pavilion. Judging from the walking steps and posture, it is a bit like an unknown person who followed Zhuo Song in the Forge Pavilion that night.

Stop-and-go, stop-and-go, looking around, he soon came to Zhuo Song's study again, on the desk he did not immediately rummage, but reflected the faint candlelight in his hand, his eyes swept over.

After a while, he gently touched the mechanism under the calligraphy and painting on the back wall, and the secret room of Zhuo Song's study immediately appeared in front of him.

He gently rummaged through every place, which was full of ancient calligraphy and paintings that Zhuo Song usually collected, and there didn't seem to be anything he was looking for. It took him a long time before he came out of the chamber.

After that, he entered the side room of the hall of the Zhuojian Villa, where some valuables of Zhuojian Villa were often placed.

Only Zhuo Song Mu Xuan and his wife, Zhuo Ran and his wife, and Steward Mei, who worked hard for Zhuo Jian Villa, had the key to that room. Of course, Zhuo Yifan's little follower Wu An, because he often assists Steward Mei in doing things, he can also get this key.

He gently took out a large bunch of keys from his waist, about thirty or forty, and he skillfully selected one of them, and then gently opened the door.

Then close the door and bolt the door from the inside.

Then his body remained motionless, just scanning the contents of the room with the corner of his eye, and if there was anything suspicious, he walked forward to look for it.

However, he seemed disappointed that he had not found what he was looking for. Then he opened the door, locked it, and walked out of the hall calmly.

In the shade around the corner of the aisle, he removed the mask that covered his face.

The lanterns swaying in the eaves, blowing with the breeze, cast a trace of light on the dark corner of the aisle, reflecting his long face and short neck, and his sparse eyebrows seemed to be different from ordinary people, looking strange. (To be continued.) )