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Plausible, untrue.

When Xuan Ming woke up, there was no Ye Lao in front of him, where was there any bluestone, and where was there any tear bamboo.

There was only a single-edged sword with tears in the black in his hand, and only the gangster who was still standing in front of him.

At this moment, Xuan Ming did not hesitate in his mind, the black light in his hand was great, and the sword followed his body, and he crashed straight towards Gu Li. It seems to be active, but it seems to be passive. The figures are staggered, and the anti-silence is silent.

For a long time, the blood marks on Gu Li's neck that slowly bloomed were like filling the scene for Xuan Ming, who was walking behind his back and wiping his sword.

"I, since I accept this sword, the king's hatred, my hatred, the king's wish, my wish. ”

Swear with a sword, bear a sword with your heart.

After Xuan Ming returned the sword into the sheath and raised his head again, his eyes, which were still chaotic and blackened, returned to normal.

Looking back, I killed someone?

At this time, the search for Cambridge is another kind of situation.

The two groups of people have long stopped fighting, because both groups of people have come to the big head.

"Yunliu Mingliang, my Longquan Sword Village and your Dongying Yunliu will always be well water and not river water. Even your father gave three points to me Longquan, today you are so bold to gather a group of side doors to come to my Jianzhuang to make trouble. ”

This passage is not half new, and it is also the most appropriate. In the eyes of the famous factions, this group of scattered people who only claim to be the king and hegemon in Kucang City, isn't it what is the left side of the door? In normal times, Ye Yang, the owner of the village, is more like a businessman, and he treats people with a smile, and today he is obviously a little annoyed.

Ye Yang, the current owner of Longquan Sword Village, is a big apprentice of Ou Yezi, and many famous swords in the rivers and lakes are basically from him, and because of this, he has cultivated the famous Longquan mountain tea in the martial arts, and the people of the rivers and lakes gave him the title of "tea swordsman".

The Yunliu Mingliang in his mouth was calming the commotion of the crowd at this time, and then pushed aside his entourage and walked up. I saw that this young master of the Dongying Yunliu Society was burly and had strong limbs, although he was not tall, he was not as short as the previous Dongying people. Although the facial features are upright, it is a pity that a pair of eyes are gloomy and unfocused.

"Don't dare. ”

Yun Liuming Liang had a smile on his face, took a wooden box from his entourage, and brought it to Ye Yang with both hands.

"This is the Rona sake that my father specially ordered me to bring to Hazu, and everything today is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. ”

Stretching out his hand not to hit the smiling person, the other party bowed his head in public, Ye Yang didn't want to say anything, he snorted softly, and motioned to the disciple to take the wooden box, and today this matter was revealed on the surface.

As for the inside, Yun Liuming Liang couldn't see Ye Yang's heart, and Ye Yang didn't see the corner of the eyes of the young master Yun Liu in front of him, so he was not an outsider.

By the time Xuan Ming had dealt with the traces and returned to the Cambridge, Yun Liumingliang had disappeared into the distance with his entourage.

Looking for Cambridge, Xuntian, who knew him halfway, was standing beside Ye Yang, the owner of the village, and whispered something.

Before I saw the main owner, I had an appetizer, and I just got a new sword and got a blood, it seems that this trip to Longquan will not go very well, Xuan Ming sighed.

When Ye Yang's gaze moved to him, Xuan Ming dressed up, stepped forward and hugged his fists and said, "Uncle Ye." ”

A junior came from afar, Ye Yang's face was happy, and he said: "It's Xuan Ming, just now Xuntian Shaoxia also mentioned you to me, saying that you and that Gu Li of Kucang have been out of the battle circle for so long, why haven't you come back yet." ”

There was a little concern in his words, Xuan Ming shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "Uncle Ye, what you said about Gu Cang Gu Li is quite tricky. ”

"No matter how tricky it is, it's not the same as losing in the hands of Xuanming Shaoxia. ”

"How dare you get an axe in front of Uncle Ye. ”

One big and one small laughed together, and after a while, Xuan Ming pinched his chin with his hand, bowed down again and said, "Uncle Ye, long time no see." ”

Ye Yang helped him up: "Xuan Mingxian's nephew, don't come unharmed." ”

"Don't come unharmed. ”

Shonai, Washshin Hall.

Everyone sat down, and Xuan Ming presented two letters from his master.

Ye Yang took it in his hand and didn't open it, so he said, "It was yours last time, and this time it should be Xiao Xuanfeng's." ”

"Yes. ”

This is a routine matter, it doesn't take too much time, Ye Yang pinched his beard and thought about it, and said, "It just so happens that your sister-in-law Ye has recently made a sword, and when I engrave the word 'Fengzhuang', I will let you take it back by the way." Speaking of which, what about the 'Ming Sword' that your uncle and I forged for you? Why didn't I see you carrying it?"

It's really 'Fengzhuang', Xuan Ming remembered the joke made by everyone in the Shimen one day, and couldn't help but slander: Chaolong, Yangquan, Mingjian, Fengzhuang, Uncle Ye, you are so good at naming names, does Sister-in-law Ye know······

The name of the sword set by Ye Yang is notoriously unchangeable. Xuan Ming scratched his head and handed the Yan Shan he had in his hand to Ye Yang. This sword is fantastic, and he doesn't want to talk about it.

Fortunately, Ye Yang was not a curious person, and then he just had to ignore the playful gaze of the monk who was sitting on the heavens.

"This is the new sword I got halfway through Longquan, and my name is Yan Shan. Speaking of which, my 'Ming Sword' can be related to the Yunliu Society I encountered today, which was cut off by three suspected ninjas in Ren Huan City not long ago. ”

Ye Yang was unmoved after hearing this, obviously the black sword in his hand attracted his mind more, but Xun Tian, who was sitting on the side, glanced at Xuan Ming again with a deep meaning.

"Cold magnetism, tears, single edge, the name of the sword is Yan Shan, is it?" Ye Yang pulled out the sword three inches, stopped, and muttered to himself. As if he remembered something, he handed the sword back to Xuan Ming without saying much.

Xun Tian took over at this time: "According to the news of our Wuhou Mansion, there are quite a lot of ghosts and ghosts stirring up trouble in various parts of Shenzhou during this time. The young master of the Yunliu Society came with a mysterious intention this time, and Senior Ye had to be careful. He was very clever and didn't mention the stubble of the other party's gift, Dongying people's laughter hides a knife Yin Fengyang is famous in martial arts.

Xuan Ming nodded and agreed: "Yes, Uncle Ye, they first hired some loose men to make trouble, and then gave you gifts, the inconsistency is so big, are we really stupid?"

"Dongying's clouds will peep at my sword village's sword-forging skills for a day or two, I know it in my heart, don't worry. ”

Seeing that the sky was dark, Ye Yang immediately sent people to set up a banquet under the chivalrous two plaques in this heart washing hall to entertain the two martial arts juniors.

One side was drinking and talking, and the other side was a little angry.

Including Cangcheng, Dongri Inn.

With a loud bang, a bottle of good Longquan brew was smashed on the iron door, and the shopkeeper of the Dongri Inn was standing at the end with his hands tied.

"Yun Mingjun, what about the person I specially found to cause a bloody battle between the two sides?" Yun Liumingliang's voice was very low, mixed with indescribable anger in the lowness.

"Most of the martial artists in the Central Plains are soft bones, without the stimulation of the straw I found, how dare they really offend Longquan Sword Village. You, go and bring me the head of the man named Gu Li. The last sentence was said to the shopkeeper, this Dongri Inn is like the stronghold of the Yunliu Society.

"Yes. ”

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