ten steps one kill

Zhi, with a thin and shaky figure, is incompatible with other people.

Lanzhi is not an apprentice of Zhujianzhuang, she has never even held a sword, she is just an ordinary servant, she should not have appeared in the place where the sword is hidden.The rest of the people didn't seem to pay much attention to her situation, they just moved forward and quickly left her far away.

Lanzhi wandered alone in the cold and solemn courtyard, looking around from time to time, her expression full of fear.Her footsteps became more and more vain, and she walked more and more slowly. Finally, she stopped by holding on to the wall, took a deep breath, and slowly slid down to the ground—she was so weak that she couldn't even exert the strength to maintain a standing position.

At this time, a pair of hands supported her shoulders just in time.

A gentle voice said in her ear: "Girl, are you okay?"

Lanzhi blinked, turned her head slightly, and then showed surprise: "Mr. Feng? Why are you here?"

Liu Hongfeng replied: "It's just a stroll in the courtyard, just happened to come here."

Lanzhi frowned, cold sweat ran down the broken hair on her forehead to the center of her brows: "This is the place where the sword is hidden, the owner of the village never asks us to approach it, you... you'd better avoid it for a while."

"So that's it. It seems that I offended you. Thank you for reminding me, girl. I'm leaving now."

"There is a bamboo courtyard to the east, you can go for a walk there, and I will prepare tea for you."

"Miss, you're welcome," Liu Hongfeng said softly, "Why are you so pale? Are you sick? I'll take you back to rest."

"I'm fine," Lanzhi hastily pushed back, "...I can walk by myself."

She supported Liu Hongfeng's arm, and just as she stood firmly on her feet, she let go of her five fingers and put her hands behind her back carefully.

Liu Hongfeng's arm was still hanging in the air, with nowhere to fall.His expression was a little stiff, he curled his lips, and said: "I am not some noble person, just like you in Zhujianzhuang, I am just an errand servant, in front of me, you don't have to be so reserved."

Lanzhi blinked, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

Liu Hongfeng put his arm in front of her again, with the palm facing up, making a gesture of support: "Come on, I'll take you back." Seeing that the other party still didn't move, he said, "I'm not boasting, all the girls I've helped praise me Considerate to the smallest detail, if not for my natural liking for masculinity, I am afraid I would be able to linger among thousands of flowers."

"Pfft." Lanzhi couldn't help chuckling, her thin shoulders trembled slightly, shaking off the embarrassment and panic all over her body.

She turned her head and gave Liu Hongfeng a grateful look, then gave him her arm and let him support him.

The two walked slowly, and Liu Hongfeng asked again: "I just saw Zhuang Zhuang's solemn expression, could it be that Zhujianzhuang is in trouble?"

Lan Zhi froze, shook her head and said: "It's nothing, I just lost something, the owner called me to question him, he's always been so serious, I'm used to it."

Having said that, the slight trembling passed through the arm, and was transmitted to Liu Hongfeng's palm accurately.

"Oh," Liu Hongfeng replied casually, and then said after a while, "By the way, I don't know how Master Qian Fan is recovering. I want to visit him later."

Lanzhi was surprised again: "The second owner is still in the room, the owner told him to rest well and close the doors and windows, so I won't bother Mr. Feng."

"Okay," Liu Hongfeng nodded, "Then I won't disturb you."

Lanzhi breathed a sigh of relief, raised her finger and pointed to the end of the stone steps not far away: "My residence is over there."

Liu Hongfeng took advantage of the situation and looked into the distance. At the end of the winding stone steps, there was a slightly old courtyard wall.On the opposite side of the wall are piles of firewood, rice, oil and salt, and next to it are rows of stoves. The blue bricks have become mottled and greasy from the perennial smoke.Several rows of ropes were pulled out in the center of the courtyard, interlaced horizontally and vertically, like a net, in which clothes and bedding were dried to dry, occupying the only space.There were three or five women sitting in the corner, with faces of old and young, sitting on uneven stone benches, washing their heads, the overflowing water was mixed with soda ash, and it was sprinkled on the ground like splashed ink, looking a bit messy.

This is the courtyard where the servants lived.

The busy women in the yard were first attracted by the sound, and when they saw Lanzhi's face, they all lowered their heads and exchanged whispers.

Lanzhi buried her head even lower.

Liu Hongfeng pretended not to see other people's eyes, carried her all the way into the house, laid her down on the bed, and covered her with a quilt, while busy, she asked, "Do you want to call my little ghost to see you?"

Lan Zhi pulled the corner of the quilt, her eyes narrowed due to tiredness, she shook her head and said: "No need, I'll just take a rest."

She obviously seldom enjoyed other people's careful care. Although her words were still modest, her expression was filled with indescribable satisfaction, and she even looked at Liu Hongfeng with a hint of reluctance.

Such a simple and pure soul, as long as it needs a little warmth, it is willing to let go of its defenses and let the intrigues and schemes corrode.

Liu Hongfeng smiled at her, and said softly, "Then you should rest first."

"Ah."

He stepped back from the door softly, closed the door, and the mask-like smiling face disappeared.

As if in a different person, he passed through the courtyard covered by hanging objects and walked quickly to the shady path.

The path leads to the rear of the courtyard, and there is a blind spot at the end, the line of sight is covered by the house, and the situation inside cannot be seen clearly from the outside.

He took out some fruits from the bottom of his sleeve and held them in the palm of his hand.

The fruit was only the size of a mung bean, showing a fresh and clear cherry red color. Soon, three blue magpies flapped their wings and landed on his palm.

The blue magpie has a small body, but it is only as big as a palm. From a distance, it is only a leaden gray mass.However, if you look closely, you can see that their mouths are red, the tips of their feathers are light blue, and their bodies are exquisite and beautiful.

The price of raising blue magpies is high, so there are not many people who use blue magpies to send messages in the martial arts.

Liu Hongfeng stuffed the hastily written letter into the bamboo tube on the magpie's feet. After eating the bait, the blue magpie turned around and flew away. , soon disappeared.

Such freedom and calmness seem to be mocking the ordinary people stranded on the ground.

Liu Hongfeng squinted her eyes, trying to find where they were going, but couldn't find it, so she had to give up.It took him some effort to calm down the dizziness caused by the skylight, and then he felt a sudden chill down his back.

His heart skipped a beat.

A cold sword was pressed against his vest.

Liu Hongfeng didn't dare to move anymore, and stood still on the spot like a wedge, only using his peripheral vision to capture the appearance of the person coming.

It was Yan Yuehua.

This person's clothes are really outstanding, just a large and luxurious crane cloak is enough to make him stand out from the crowd.His shoulders were heavily shaded by dark cloth, making him look like a rock standing in the shadows.However, a bright sword light shot out from the bottom of the spacious sleeve, as if splitting a crack in the rock.

Liu Hongfeng thought to himself, what a restrained and tough person this must be, and what a ruthless and decisive person.

He slowly raised his hands and said, "Master Yan."

Yan Yuehua walked half a circle holding the sword, and the sharp point of the sword also reached his chest along his armpit, just to the left of his heart.

"Mr. Feng is really considerate. He cares so much about the servants of Zhujianzhuang. It seems that he has guessed the reason for Lanzhi's panic and deliberately waited for him on the road."

The young owner spoke very slowly, like a second sword protruding from the depths of his throat, torturing Liu Hongfeng's soul.Liu Hongfeng met his gaze, and suddenly felt cold. Under the blue sky, those eyes were as dark as the night, as if they were going to swallow everything under the sun.

He already understood that it was futile to fabricate lies in front of such eyes.

He took off the strength from his shoulders, slowly lowered his hands, and said at the same time: "I'm ashamed to say, I'm really curious about what happened, but Master Yan didn't want to tell me, so I had no choice but to find out myself."

"Have you found out?"

"If it wasn't for Lanzhi's appearance of being so distraught, I wouldn't be sure of my guess."

"Tell me your guess."

"Master Qian Fan fled without permission and took Mo Xiejian with him."

Yan Yuehua frowned, and his expression changed slightly, but the change was only limited to a square inch. He still held the sword steadily in one hand, and said in a flat tone: "You guessed right, Yan Qianfan did take Mo Xie away. sword."

On the contrary, Liu Hongfeng couldn't help being startled, because he was startled by the other party's frosty tone. This tone really didn't look like referring to relatives, but rather like asking a strange sinner harshly.

Yan Yuehua once said that if Yan Qianfan left, he would no longer regard him as a family from now on.

At this moment, the young owner seems to be interpreting his determination with words and deeds.

As soon as the words were finished, three cold sword lights lit up again, and flew past Liu Hongfeng's head.

Liu Hongfeng only had time to lift his shoulders a little before he was surrounded by three people from the left, right and back, and fell into a prison woven by four swords.

The three people's footsteps are light and their movements are sharp. Just now, they sprinted and stabbed in one go, and their bodies were uniform, almost like three shadows of one person.After landing, the breathing of the three people was still undisturbed, and they moved towards each other, as if they were coming from one person's mouth.

Although Liu Hongfeng hadn't confronted the three of them head-on, he had faintly sensed that something was wrong. Such an extraordinary tacit understanding was by no means something that ordinary people could do.

Besieged on all sides, hard to fly with wings.

But the panic on Liu Hongfeng's face was fleeting, because out of the corner of his eye he could clearly see the left-handed swordsman frowning and shaking his head at Yan Yuehua.

Yan Yuehua's complexion sank, and he turned his gaze to Liu Hongfeng, his eyes became more fierce: "I really underestimated you, I just came a step late, and I indulged you in spreading the news. What else do you have to say? Do you want to make an excuse?"

Liu Hongfeng didn't make any excuses, but asked instead: "Master Yan met with Head Duan, he must have heard that someone is manipulating the pardoned prisoner behind his back and trying to steal the Excalibur."

Yan Yuehua paused for a moment: "I do know about this."

Liu Hongfeng said: "At this juncture, the theft of Mo Xie Sword is no small matter. However, Zhujianzhuang tried to hide the truth, which is really not good for Wulin. Sect Leader Duan also thought about it in the same way. I made a mistake, so I must tell the truth, and I hope you will forgive me."

"Forgive me?" Yan Yuehua sneered, "Although I am young, I am not a puppet of a sect. Since you call me the owner of the villa, you should know that I will never tolerate the enemies of Zhujianzhuang."

The long sword in front of him trembled, and the three shadow-like swords in the other three directions also shook at the same time, as if being played by fingers plucked at the same time. , I just felt chills all over, as if this aggressive sword energy was about to hit his will.

He lowered his head and said, "Of course, it doesn't matter if you kill me, but the letter bird has already flown away, and I'm afraid someone will visit soon."

After a while of silence, Yan Yuehua let out a long sigh, and ordered the people around him: "Put him in the Qingning Room."

The so-called Qingning Room is actually a private prison.

This name is too confusing. In fact, this place has nothing to do with the word Qingning.It is a sunken courtyard, built according to the mountain, sandwiched in a narrow stone crevice, so simple that there is only one eaves, and a few rooms lying horizontally like animal cages under the eaves.

The room is damp and gloomy, with only two slit-like windows on the upper part. The sunlight leaks in obliquely along the windows, but it can only shine on the opposite wall and never touch the ground. The ground is never exposed to the sun. Sunny, thanks to the darkness, people can only smell the suffocating damp and rot, and cannot clearly see the congealed soil on the ground, and the blood, sweat and tears mixed in the soil.

Liu Hongfeng was standing on such a ground.

While looking around, he said: "I didn't expect such a hidden prison to be hidden in the majestic and dignified Sword Forging Manor."

Yan Yuehua stood outside the prison, there was half a height difference between the platforms on both sides, Liu Hongfeng had to look up to see his face clearly.

There was still no emotion on his face, he just replied: "There are more secrets in this martial arts world than you can imagine."

Liu Hongfeng was noncommittal.

Yan Yuehua turned her head and called out in a low voice, "Beichen."

Among the three people who had been serving him all the time, the one called Bei Chen stood up and stepped into the prison. He still held a sword in his hand, but he soon realized that it was unnecessary, because Liu Hongfeng seemed to have no resistance at all. The meaning is to just relax your shoulders and stand where you are as if you have accepted your fate.He turned and took a length of thick twine from the hanger in the corner.

There are thick hemp ropes hidden in the prison.

Liu Hongfeng glanced up and saw the rough thorns on the surface of the hemp rope. He suddenly felt his scalp go numb, and instinctively shrank back to dodge. However, he soon felt a tightness on his shoulders, like an eagle's claw. She put her hands on his shoulder blades and grabbed him back.

This scene seemed somewhat familiar, he laughed at himself in his heart, but this Beichen's capture technique was much better than the rabble of the Bloody Clothes Gang, he took the strength off his shoulders without any ambiguity, and then tied the rope up.

"Today I finally learned how Master Yan treats guests... Oops."

His figure was already thin, and the loose clothes were strangled by the rope, and immediately shrunk a circle, and the rough spikes pressed against his collarbone, shoulders, back blade, and side waist, and were firmly wound several times.Finally, the hoop was placed on the protruding part of the back of the neck, pulled down along the spine, and the wrist that was cut behind the back was also tightly wound, tied a few times, and pulled hard.

As soon as Bei Chen exerted force, Liu Hongfeng uttered a scream. After the scream, he turned his head to look, only to see a trace of blood oozing out from the rope on his shoulder, dyeing those rough spikes red.

Beichen frowned, turned to the outside of the prison, raised his head and said, "Master, he still has old wounds on his body."

Liu Hongfeng immediately echoed, "Actually, I was tied up yesterday. Really, I didn't lie to you. If you don't believe me, you can see."

Beichen looked along his half-opened chest under the pull of the rope, and indeed saw many unhealed fine wounds, as if they had been whipped, and were strangled by the rope again, and many gaps were cracked again, oozing blood. Zhu, looks really tragic.Bei Chen frowned even deeper, and said, "Vendor Master, he was indeed seriously injured."

Yan Yuehua sighed lightly, with a flash of unbearable meaning in his eyes, but he still stood with his hands behind his back, and said coldly, "Although I'm sorry, I still can't let you go."

Liu Hongfeng wailed, and closed his eyes as if accepting his fate. However, when Beichen stretched his arms like a puppet and ruthlessly tightened the rope, he screamed again.

The sound is comparable to slaughtering pigs and sheep.

It seemed that Beichen had encountered such a spineless captive for the first time, and he hesitated to strike.Even Yan Yuehua couldn't help frowning, saying: "Even if you put your all into acting, no one will come to save you, it's better to spend less effort."

Liu Hongfeng narrowed his eyes and said with a wry smile: "It's not acting. To tell you the truth, I'm naturally afraid of pain. When I feel pain, I will cry out in vain. I'm really ashamed to make everyone see a joke."

Having said that, there was no shame on his face, he shouted with confidence, and he didn't care about his face at all.

Yan Yuehua stared at him: "Since you don't want to suffer, why do you break the ban on your own?"

Liu Hongfeng wept sadly, and said: "Master Yan is in a high position, so I'm afraid he doesn't understand the sufferings of us inferior people. Since I am ordered by Tianji Sect, I have to perform my duties. If I neglect my duties, Sect Leader Duan will not let me go. I think I have to suffer anyway, so it's better to suffer under your hands, maybe you can let me go because of your old relationship."

There is no old relationship between him and the Yan family, it is nothing more than a hint of Liu Qian's kindness in healing Yan Qianfan's eye injury.As intelligent as Yan Yuehua, naturally he would not understand what he meant.

If you understand it, you understand it, but the other party showed no sign of letting him go, just looked down at him and said: "You are kind to the Yan family, so as long as you stay here honestly, I will not hurt your life. Be with me Sect Leader Duan has made an agreement, and I will send you back naturally."

Liu Hongfeng understood, and Yan Yuehua used him as a bargaining chip in the negotiation.The reason why he was punished was also to show Duan Qichang a show.That being the case, it was impossible to let him out.

Bei Chen tied him into a rice dumpling and threw him into a damp prison cell. Bei Chen turned around and locked the cell door, exchanged glances with Yan Yuehua, and the group was about to leave.

"Master Yan, please stay." He shouted from behind.

"What else?"

Through his sweat-soaked vision, he raised his head in the dim light: "Master Qian Fan must have stolen the Mo Xie Sword to save An Guangsha."

"Do you think I don't know?" Yan Yuehua said in a cold tone, "You don't need to intervene in the grievances between Xiling Village and Zhujian Village."

Regardless of dissuasion, he stretched his neck and eagerly followed the other side's silhouette: "The reason why you don't want to leak the news is to protect your younger brother, isn't it? It's fate, if you give me another chance to make amends, I can bring back the man and the sword intact."

Yan Yuehua finally turned her head.

His sincerity didn't seem to impress the other party, there was no joy on the other party's face, but he stared at him coldly with his eyes sunken in the shadows:

"Liu Hongfeng, you are too clever."

He couldn't help being startled, it turned out that when a person's mind is depressed enough, even his speech will become cloudy, like the stagnant and viscous stirring sound coming from the depths of a pool of stagnant water.

"I heard that the monkeys in the juggling troupe burned all the hair on their buttocks to learn how to climb the poles. Do you want to be such a monkey?"

Liu Hongfeng raised the corners of her mouth and said, "Master Yan is right. In order to make contributions, not to mention burning bald buttocks, it's okay to take off your clothes and dance on a tree."

Four eyes facing each other.

Yan Yuehua's eyes softened a little, and there was a bit of pity in the slightly loosened eyebrows and eyes.

It's just that this pity is also superior, as if the audience had watched enough of the monkey show, and saw that the stupid monkey sold enough fools, so they lazily clapped their hands and spit out a few words that they couldn't bear.

Obviously they are all the same people, but they are separated by a row of cold iron fences, one is high above, the other is low in the ground, the difference in power and status is like a natural moat, which is difficult to overcome.He had to bow his knees and show his soul naked in the eyes of the other party in exchange for a cheap look of pity.

Power and status are just rules set by a few people, but they have disciplined most ordinary people to what they are today.After wearing the shackles for a long time, even I forgot the weight on my shoulders, and got used to prostrate on the ground, begging for a little forgiveness, and being grateful for it.

Who wants to live in such a mess.

However, Yan Yuehua wanted to describe his embarrassment: "After all, you are kind to me, I will not kill you, but you should not interfere in the Yan family's affairs. To the Yan family, you are always an outsider, to the Duan family The same is true for it, it is a chess piece that can be thrown away at any time. Don't rely on a momentary trick to draw yourself into the game and mess up the situation. The grievances and grievances in this river and lake have long been accumulated like a wheel. The first to be crushed is yourself."

Liu Hongfeng shrank slightly, turned his eyes slightly, lowered his gaze, and said, "It's a pity that I'm a commoner, drifting with the tide, sooner or later I will be submerged by this declining world, if I don't climb up, where else can I go?"

Yan Yuehua squeezed out a slight smile from the depths of her throat: "People are always deceiving themselves like this. You only need to take a step back, and you will have a brighter future. Unlike us, you are born bound by a heavy name. You clearly have a choice. But you choose to become a captive of ambition, throwing things close to you as chips into the game, in this case, you should not shirk for yourself. You are so arrogant, you will lose everything in front of you sooner or later."

Liu Hongfeng didn't answer any more.

Yan Yuehua walked away with a flick of his sleeves, but the stern gaze seemed to stay where it was, as if invisible tattoos were imprinted in Liu Hongfeng's eyes, making him shudder.

He sat leaning against the wall, facing the empty space, and murmured: "It's a pity that you miscalculated a bit, I have no choice."

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of his toes, which looked like strangers' toes.There was still a trace of blood in the gap of the sole, which looked like the blood of a stranger.

He could no longer tell whether the blood came from yesterday or today, because the him yesterday and the him today were completely different faces.

He can conjure up all kinds of faces, abandon dignity, reverse right and wrong, squeeze true feelings, and devour sincerity.Like a gambler who has lost his mind, he spends money till he has nothing left.

He leaned against the wall, watching the slight changes in the skylight cast into the narrow window. The border of the light spot was coated with a layer of burnt bright orange, slowly crawling along the dusty wall.

This is the only outside world he can see at the moment.

He looked at the dizzying thin crack and said in a low voice—he was here in the light of the stone fire.

This body has long been consumed by this tired light, and when the night falls, it will be smashed to pieces, completely eliminated, and the world will be white and clean.

The first emperor founded the country and sealed the territory for three hundred years. Today, the imperial court is like an old horse, and the golden saddle and jade bridle gradually show its twilight state under the surface.

The more the court declines, the more prosperous the martial arts will be. Looking around the state, there are many sects, each with its own merits. At first, Zhujian Village was just a humble general. Unique kung fu - the art of blacksmithing.

The threshold for forging is not high, and craftsmen in the market place can also forge swords, spears and halberds as long as they study a little.However, it is by no means an easy task to forge a famous sword that is truly refined and famous forever. Like all martial arts in the world, it needs long-term training.

However, the practice of forging swords is quite different from other martial arts. The ultimate in martial arts is the power that can be erupted in an instant. .Therefore, after each apprentice enters the teacher's school, instead of using bold words to inspire others like other schools, he must learn to be silent and restrained—not to say useless words, to do useless things, and to store his mind into a deep pool of water , put an end to vulgarity, get rid of tediousness, so that you can immerse yourself in the complicated process of pouring, smelting and forging.

The sword is cold, and it is a fierce thing different from human nature. Therefore, if the sword maker wants to reach a good state, succeed in learning, and forge a magic weapon, he must abandon his human nature.In ancient times, there was a Chu craftsman who threw himself into the furnace to forge a famous sword. It may seem unreasonable to ordinary people, but it is only natural in the eyes of swordsmiths.

The Yan family was born short-lived.

Some people say that because they have been with steel and iron for many years, their bodies are gradually alienated by metal, and they are no longer tolerated in this world made of flesh and blood.Some people also said that their souls were taken away by the sword. Every time a famous sword is cast, a part of life must be sacrificed. The more swords cast, the less life will be lost.

The more short-lived the family background, the more precocious the youth, for example, Yan Yuehua was already successful and famous at the age of 17.

It was an exceptionally cold winter. He retreated for several months without sleep. He opened a furnace in the wind and frost, and forged a Moonlight Sword. However, that sword was brilliant and brilliant, as bright as the moonlight pouring down, astonishing celebrities from far and near.Later, Zhujianzhuang presented this sword to the imperial court as the sword of the general, and exchanged it for a reward from the first emperor himself.This is the supreme glory of the famous martial arts family.From then on, Yan Yuehua took over the position of owner of the villa in place of his father who was getting weaker day by day.

His heart was also abandoned at that time. Since then, his temperament has become more indifferent. Even in the year when his father and mother passed away, no one has ever seen him shed a tear.

Such a resolute and forbearing person actually showed hesitation today.

After leaving the Qingning Room, his expression was completely unsettled, full of melancholy, and he paced towards His Excellency Zheng Rong unconsciously.He raised his head, looked carefully at the towering cornices, and suddenly asked, "How many years have you been following me?"

He asked the three attendants behind him, and the three of them answered him with the same voice: "No. 11 years."

Yan Yuehua asked again: "Then do you still remember, 11 years ago, before you entered Zhujianzhuang, where was your hometown? What was your family name?"

The three of them showed surprise together.

They are about the same age as the owner, but their faces are much younger than the owner. They wear dark blue clothes, cut according to the craftsman's standard, and the bottom of the sleeves and trousers are close to the wrist. They look fresh and capable, and more importantly, they are not There is no murderous aura that swordsmen often carry.

Such clothing and appearance, if blended into the crowd, are easily overlooked.

Few people in Jianghu have seen their appearance, and they don't even know that they are the sword guards personally selected by Yan Yuehua.

Beichen was the first to speak, "From Shaanxi, originally surnamed Liang."

Liu Huo followed suit and said, "From Hubei, my surname is Xie."

Wei Quail was the last to make a sound: "Hangzhou native, my surname..." He didn't finish, but raised his head suddenly, "The owner, the responsibility for the loss of Zhengrong Pavilion is hard to shirk from the responsibility of the three of us, but please believe that, We don't care about you at all."

Yan Yuehua showed a wry smile: "Do you think I'm taking the blame? The one who stole the sword is my own brother. If you have three heads and six arms, how can you prevent your own family? If you want to blame, the responsibility is also mine, I How can I blame you for no reason."

"The owner..."

Yan Yuehua turned his gaze to the three of them, and said: "Before you entered Zhengrong Pavilion, you were also penniless, just like Liu Hongfeng, desperately trying to climb up, this is not something to be ashamed of. I insulted him with monkeys, and I also Invisibly insulting you. I apologize to you."

As he spoke, he bent down and bowed in front of the three of them, unable to get up for a long time.

The three of them showed expressions of panic: "Master, you should get up, we are all unknown people, relying on your extraordinary promotion, we have enjoyed 11 years of glory and wealth, and the old parents in the family have been honored together. We thank you for your return." It's too late, why should I apologize for such a trivial matter."

Yan Yuehua still looked at them with a dignified and solemn posture, and said: "It's not just to apologize, the current situation is extraordinary, I can't watch the foundation of the Yan family be ruined in the hands of others. I have never forced you to make an oath, Because it is a taboo to practice the art of swordsmithing, but today I have to break the taboo—do you still remember the alliance in the Jiange 11 years ago?"

The three looked excited, and replied in a uniform voice: "Of course I remember."

Yan Yuehua nodded, and said, "All the owners of Zhujianzhuang have chosen their own guardians. Eleven years ago, when I saw the light of the swords in the hands of the three of you, I knew that you were the ones I needed. Is it that starry night in the Rong Pavilion?"

The three raised their voices even more, and said in unison: "Of course I remember!"

Yan Yuehua said: "Follow me into the cabinet!"

The three of them followed Yan Yuehua into the Jiange, and climbed up the steep steps to the top floor.

On the highest floor of Zhengrong Pavilion, there are three sword towers, facing the north, standing by the window, forming a sword array, just in the same shape and structure as the three stars of Shangsu in the sky, one is called Liuhuo, the other is called Beichen, and the third is called Weiquail . "Y" "X" D" "J".

The sharp swords cast by the three were placed on the sword stand. In the bright night, the stars shine like a sword pavilion, and the three swords reflect each other. The shadow is like a forest, the body is like jade, and the edge is like a rainbow. The superb view of the world.

Eleven years ago, it was here that the three of them put their hard work on the sword stage with their own hands. Since then, they have won the honor of the sword guardians. Death, and always share the fate with Zhujianzhuang.

Yan Yuehua stood still in front of the sword platform, turned around and said, "You are one of the mysterious and unpredictable legends in the Jianghu. It is only because Zhujianzhuang has always kept a low profile, pursues doing nothing as doing something, and rarely shows your face, so you are unknown. Until today. Today is finally the time for you to unsheath.”

The three nodded in agreement, this was something they had already prepared for.

But what they were not prepared for was that Yan Qianfan bent down again and bowed deeply.

"I hope you get out of the scabbard, not for the sake of righteousness, but for my own selfishness. I have no brotherly affection for Yan Qianfan, but I don't want people in Yan's family to be trampled forever, even in this world. People want him to die, and use his corpse to pave the way, and I also hope that he will survive. This is my choice, and I order... No, I implore you to do it."

Yan Yuehua bowed for a long time, until the "Shangsu Three Stars" stepped onto the sword platform in turn.

In the daytime, there is no starlight, only the sun. Under the too dazzling sun, which seems to melt the shadows of the three people, they take up the sharp swords they forged one by one.

"Liuhuo is willing to be loyal to the owner!"

"Bei Chen is willing to be loyal to the owner!"

"The tail quail is willing to be loyal to the owner!"

The sound was not loud, but it echoed under the towering dome on the highest point of Yingzhou Island.

"Okay," Yan Yuehua finally stood up, followed the three of them, and was the last one to step onto the sword platform. He took off the saber surrounded by the three swords, put it on his waist, and announced, "Follow me to meet the guests." Bar."

The gate of Zhujianzhuang is open to the outside, and the wide bluestone road is splashed with clear water to wash away the hustle and bustle. Under the blue sky, there is sparkling light, and we can't wait to welcome the guests.

This is really a rare scene. Everyone in Jianghu knows that Zhujianzhuang has always avoided the world, and even when receiving guests, it is extremely cautious, and it is rare to make such a big show.

Dongfengtang's carriage drove straight in, and servants immediately greeted them along the way, handing clean and cool handkerchiefs to the driver.

The two horses from Tianji Gate also stepped straight into the yard, and the stable boy waited respectfully beside the horse post, bowing to the man on the horseback.

Yan Yuehua stood in front of the main hall, waiting for the guests from both sides to dismount.

Song Yungui's feet were sloped. As soon as he got out of the car, the people on both sides of the road dispersed to both sides, politely making way for him.However, he was not in a hurry to leave, but turned around slowly, turned to the two guests who had come on horseback, and asked: "Master Duan and nephew are all right, why didn't you see the two in person?" Did you encounter any difficulties during your visit?"

On the backs of the two horses at Tianji Gate were Pingnan's eldest son Nan Gongyou and his disciple Chang Zhao, but there were no Duan and his sons.

Nangong You saluted, and said: "Where, Master Song is worrying too much, Master Duan just happened to go out, after all..." As he said, he shifted his gaze to the master in front of the main hall door, "Master Yan did not I personally notified, probably because I don’t want to welcome us. I also received a message from Jade Bird, so I came here uninvited and disturbed the door.”

Nangongyou spoke very slowly, without concealing the criticism in his tone.

Song Yungui also took advantage of the situation and turned his gaze to Yan Yuehua, his eyes seemed to have deep meaning.

In front of the two of them, Yan Yuehua could only be regarded as a junior at best. Faced with the harshness of the elders, she still had a slight smile on her face, and said, "Everyone, please take your seat. I will explain the reason immediately and give you an explanation."

The situation in the main hall was also unexpected.

It is completely different from the grand scene of greeting people outside the door. In the huge main hall, there is not a single attendant standing on the left and right. The originally spacious main room looks even more empty. Yan Yuehua closes the door behind him, and there are only three youths dressed as craftsmen He entered the door together with him, led the three guests to sit down in turn, made tea with fresh water, and served it with both hands.

Yan Yuehua did not sit down, as a junior, he stood respectfully in front of the seat, facing Nangong You and Song Yungui's eyes.

The two eyes were burning, and they questioned him silently, and he didn't turn around, and answered directly: "The Moxie sword was indeed stolen, and it was indeed stolen by my unscrupulous brother."

Everyone on the other side showed surprises, Chang Zhao's performance was the most obvious. He was still young and had not experienced too many storms. When he heard that the famous sword was stolen, he immediately stiffened his shoulders and said: "The martial arts conference is held to decide The ownership of Mo Xie Sword, the conference has not yet ended, but the sword has disappeared, this..."

Yan Yuehua looked ashamed, bowed her head and said, "I didn't strictly prevent the ghost from being me."