Secret arrows are hard to defend

Lu Xuandu cupped Song Wuan's wrist, and kissed it lightly through the gauze: "Sleep well, someone will give you all the fine irons tomorrow."

Standing aside, Shen Gu's figure flickered, and he split Lu Xuandu with his palm. He hugged Song Wuan and placed him on the bed. Liu Ye's eyes were full of disgust for Lu Xuandu's actions, and he calmed down. After a while, he tried his best to be patient and said: "Mr. Lu, please avoid it for a while, I want to talk to my senior brother alone."

"Why not?"

Lu Xuandu closed his fan, held the small bottle of the blood of each Qi royal family, and left the room with a smile, and even closed the door for the two of them considerately.

After Lu Xuandu left the room, Shen Gu avoided Song Fu's sharp gaze. He was silent for a long time before he almost muttered: "Senior brother..."

"Don't dare to take it." Song Wu'an looked at him coldly: "Shen Weirui, after going down the mountain for half a year, you have grown up and joined hands with outsiders to plot against me."

"Wei Rui, I have to do this." Shen Gu bowed again: "I dare not ask my senior brother to forgive me, I just ask my senior brother to stay here and not come to this muddy water. Also——Lu Xuandu is treacherous and cunning, Lies are full of lies, the farther the brother is from him, the better, don't believe even half a word of him."

Song Wu'an closed his eyes and stopped looking at him: "I won't believe even a word of him and you."

Shen Gu's body froze, his expression panicked, for a long while, he had no choice but to bow again, and said with a wry smile: "...Wei Rui bid farewell, brother, take care."

"--Wait a moment."

A little hope ignited in Shen Gu's eyes, and he looked at Song Fu expectantly: "What's the matter, brother?"

"I gave you the sword spike, keep it."

"Brother!"

"Jian Sui stays."

Shen Gu hesitantly took off the sword tassel on the phoenix instrument, this is the sword tassel Song Wuan gave him when he was seven years old, and it has been with him for ten years.Among the nine senior brothers, the two of them were the same age and had the closest relationship, so Song Wuan gave him the jade pot he had brought since childhood.And he should have known long ago that he betrayed Song Wuan's identity and the solution to Anmei to Lu Xuandu. Based on what he did, Song Wuan's heart would definitely hate him for the rest of his life.

Shen Gu rubbed the ruby ​​jade pot on Jiansui, and gently placed it under Song Wuan's pillow, his voice was a little choked up: "I put Jiansui down. I'm sorry, brother."

"Since you did it, you don't need to say sorry." Song Wu'an pursed his lips, and said bitterly: "Shen Weirui, you'd better not go back to Wuwu Mountain, otherwise, I will kill you."

"I..." Shen Gu's eyes were slightly red, and he responded in a low voice: "...Yes. I know. The mountains are high and the rivers are long, and there will be no future. Shen Gu, farewell."

Song Wu'an heard that Shen Weirui and Lu Xuandu's footsteps were getting farther and farther away. The two had planned for a long time, and they would leave as soon as they wanted to get the blood of the various Qi royal families.It is obvious that a lot of people are needed to visit the King's City. The inn was quiet for a while, and there was not even a cicada in Yecheng at night, so quiet that it made people feel flustered.

In less than half an hour, Song Wuan regained his strength in his hands and feet.He picked up the blood-colored red jade pot under the pillow and smiled wryly: "Look, 14 years of friendship is still nothing compared to monstrous wealth, so what's the use of you?"

On the second day, as Lu Xuandu said, the shopkeeper of the inn handed him a heavy package. After opening it, there were the vast sea meteorite and various fine irons that countless people dreamed of, enough for him to make two. Divine weapon sharp blade.

Song Wuan carried the suitcase on his back, carried the package, paid some money in the bank in Yecheng, and left the boundary of Yecheng on horseback, heading for Changxian.At the beginning, he collected all kinds of elite iron to make a soft armor for Shen Weirui. The master said that he lacked a little aura. Although he was extremely hardworking, he was at the bottom among the nine brothers in terms of martial arts and essays.No one wants to be the last one forever. These years, Shen Weirui has not been happy, and Song Wuan knows it.So, when he insisted on going down the mountain, Song Wuan didn't stop him, but just followed him down the mountain silently.Unexpectedly, when passing through Songnan Ridge, Shen Weirui deliberately threw him away for some reason, and there has been no news for half a year since then.

After losing the trace of Shen Weirui, Song Wuan didn't force it, thinking that he might as well take the opportunity to build a soft armor for his self-defense, and give it to him when they meet again in the future, so that he can rest assured.After pondering for a long time, he finally decided to use various fine iron as the main material.Song Wu'an had some fine irons of various ages on hand, but they were not many, not enough to make a suit of armor.Now that all the materials are gathered, there is no reason to make soft armor, which is really funny.

When he arrived in Changxian, Song Wuan settled down at the Wanyun Inn. Before going to Quanxing County, he left many things here, and now he came back to pick them up.After picking up the things, Song Wuan went out early and returned late every day, and saw no one for more than ten days in a row. It was not until he checked out and paid the bill that the innkeeper suddenly remembered that there was still such a person living in the store.

The shopkeeper of the inn settled the accounts, and said, "Your Majesty, are you visiting Changxian these days?"

"Yes."

"No wonder I go out early and come back late every day, and there are no people in sight." The innkeeper was lowering his head and fiddling with his abacus. A purple light rushed towards the bullfight in the direction of Tanxiong Mountain in the southwest, as if it could compete with the sun.The shopkeeper paused, and said in amazement: "Look at the flames, it seems that the swordsmith Wan Jianke from Tanxiong Mountain Sword House has made something again."

Song Wuan showed hesitation, and said "Damn it" in his heart, he should have known that Feng Jueqi, that sword-making idiot, would never have the patience to wait until he passed today before letting the sword be born.He paid the bill and went straight to the Sword Hut in Tanxiong Mountain. There was a purple light soaring into the sky. It was obvious that a divine soldier had been born, and someone would come upon hearing the news soon.Song Wu'an didn't want to bump into someone and get into trouble.

When Song Wuan arrived at Tanxiong Mountain, many people had already arrived in front of the Sword Hut. Wan Jianke Feng Jueqi was also a well-known swordsmith master. Although everyone liked magic weapons, they didn't dare to make mistakes in front of him.Song Wu'an pulled down his hood, and buried most of his face so that he couldn't see it.He sneaked into the crowd and looked around for a while, secretly thinking that something was wrong.Sure enough, he shouldn't have returned to the inn with Jueqi nonsense, he should have stayed here yesterday, and left as soon as the sword came out.Now this group of people is ordinary, but there are many masters hiding in it, guarding the northern corner.It might be difficult for these people to enter the sword hut, take the sword and leave without alerting them.

While thinking about the countermeasures, Song Wuan secretly looked towards Beijiao, and instantly met a pair of clear and gentle eyes.Song Wu'an blinked hurriedly, and was about to look away, but found the owner of the eyes smiled at him.A wheelchair slowly stopped in front of him, Song Wuan didn't know what to do, and bowed his head in silence.

The person sitting in the wheelchair is the owner of those eyes just now, and also the owner of many masters in the crowd. Before Song Wu'an could make a move, the person preemptively said: "Xiayue Fengce, I don't know what to call Mr. ?”

Song Wuan deliberately lowered his voice and said, "A certain person is just passing by, so you don't need to know him."

"Sir, you are joking." Yue Feng Ce said in a concentrated voice, "Isn't Mister the master of this sword?"

"..."

"Don't worry, Mr. Yue, he has no intention of stealing the treasure, but just passed by here, just in time for the birth of the sword, and just wanted to take a look at it."

Song Wu'an glanced at the cocoon on his tiger's mouth and said nothing. It looked like a pair of hands practicing swords. Could it be that bad guys would write their names on their foreheads?After what happened to Lu Yin, Song Wu'an's biggest gain is that when walking in the rivers and lakes, credulity is stupid.

Yue Fengce noticed his gaze, and he was not angry, he just said: "Yue is also a sword practicer, if sir is willing to have a look at Shejian, I can also lend my sword to you."

Hearing this, Song Wu'an couldn't help but move. The hidden guard in front of him was obviously very powerful. No matter how good his sword skills were, the sword he used was obviously not too bad.

"I'm under Lu Yin, whose name is Xuandu."

Yue Fengce's eyes flickered slightly, he cupped his hands slightly, and said politely: "So it's Mr. Lu, nice to meet you."

Song Wuan returned a salute, and whispered to him: "The two of us go in quietly, don't let other people find out."

Hearing what he said, Yue Fengce laughed and said: "Yue is not good at doing things, I'm afraid he has more energy than energy."

Song Wuan looked at his wheelchair, only to realize what a stupid proposal he had made, he comforted himself in his heart, it doesn't matter, anyway, it was Lu Xuandu's people who were lost.He said with some embarrassment: "...Sorry, I, I will think about it again."

Yue Fengce waved his hand indifferently: "It's okay. If you push XX in, then other people will think that XX is the owner of this sword, and they can save Brother Lu some trouble."

"This..." Song Wuan hesitated: "It's not very good."

Yue Fengce looked at him with a smile: "Yue will go home in a few days, the mountains are high and the waters are far away, so it doesn't get in the way."

Hearing what he said, Song Wu'an felt a little relieved. If he waited any longer, there would be more and more people, and the trouble in front of him might not be the only one in front of him.He immediately made a decision: "That's it, thank you brother Yue."

"You are welcome, Mr. Lu."

Song Wu'an buried most of his face in the hood, and pushed Yue Fengce into the sword hut under the eyes of everyone.

When Feng Jueqi saw him, he immediately went up to meet him, and closed the door with a "dang--". He looked at Yue Fengce in the wheelchair and blinked: "Who is this person? Your junior brother?"

Feng Jueqi is seven feet tall and looks like a gentle scholar. It's hard to imagine that such a person is actually the famous swordsmith Wan Jianchi.

"No, he wants to watch the sword, I will bring him in."

Anyway, the sword belonged to Song Wuan, so he could invite whoever he wanted to watch, Feng Jueqi scratched his head nonchalantly: "I see." He cleared his throat and said, "Let me tell you, this is definitely my best work so far. Even in another 20 years, it will definitely, definitely be one of my best works. Tsk, speaking of it, I really envy you Junior brother."

Song Wu'an is not a sword user, even if he is facing the peerless sword, he doesn't feel much, so he just goes along with the flow and sells Yue Feng Ce's favor.He took two steps back and said to Yue Fengce: "Please."

Yue Fengce didn't refuse, and slid two steps forward on the wheelchair, opened the sword case in Feng Jueqi's hand, and it was filled with silver light, as cold as frost and snow.This sword is crystal clear with frost and snow, and there is a glowing blue light on the spine of the sword. One can tell at a glance that it is a magic weapon made of meteorite from the vast sea.

Yue Fengce couldn't help but praised: "Good sword."