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Yan Zhuoliu handed back the black sword hilt, and after a while, frowned again and said: "Young lady doesn't know, this black iron ingot is only produced in the mines of Zhujian Valley, and black gold biscuits are even rarer. For hundreds of years, Only the Zhujiangu family used this thing to forge weapons."

Luo Quin looked at the handle of the knife in Qifeng's hand, and for a short period of time, it looked ugly at first glance, but after a closer look, he found that the material of the handle was transparent, as if there was a stream of light all over it, but it was slightly dull.

"Since the owner of the valley doesn't recognize the hilt, how can I find it from the illustrated book? There are tens of thousands of swords made by Guigu. Do we have to search through all the illustrated books?" She frowned.

Guzhu Yan folded the handkerchief that wrapped the scabbard just now, she covered her lips and smiled dignifiedly, "No, most of the weapons in the valley are classified by material, for us casters, The material is easier to remember than the appearance, I mentioned just now that only Zhujian Valley uses black gold biscuits to forge weapons, and there are very few black gold biscuits, so it is not difficult to find them."

Wei Xinglan saw Qi Feng's small face wrinkled and his eyes wandering, so he guessed her worry.She turned her head to look at Yan Juliu, and asked, "I wonder if there is any other information in the illustrated book besides the name of the sword seeker?"

"It depends on whether the sword seeker is willing to stay or not. In some illustration books, besides the first name and surname, there are also names in the world, sects or disciples." Yan Juliu said.

Wei Xinglan nodded, but she was thinking that this girl didn't even know her father's name, let alone anything else. She expected that person to be mysterious and low-key, so she wouldn't leave too many messages on the weapons list .

Qifeng just held the scabbard and listened blankly, not knowing what these people were talking about. After a while, she turned her head and looked at Luo Quin in surprise, and said hesitantly: "Sister, I can find Daddy!" Yet."

Luo Quin didn't nod or shake his head, at most he could only get one name by relying on the hilt of his sword, and to find this person was still like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Wei Xinglan on the side was unhappy, raised his eyebrows and said, "Girl, I came up with this idea, why don't you look at me."

Qifeng turned her head and glanced at her, with a look of reluctance, and her face was still puffy.

Only then did Wei Xinglan nod his head in satisfaction, "Our Feng'er is really good."

Qifeng: ...

Yan Juliu saw that the relationship between these people was really interesting, so he looked at Xue Fengyi and asked, "I've been chatting with you about old things just now, and I forgot to ask this kid..."

Xue Fengyi seemed worried that Yan Juliu would misunderstand, and quickly explained the whole story, but did not mention that the woman had died, "That's it."

Guzhu Yan, who has always been exquisite and thoughtful, naturally heard that Xue Fengyi had reservations in his words, perhaps because she was afraid that the child would be distraught when he found out, so she was silent for a while, then sighed softly, "It's a pity that the handle of this knife should be old Otherwise, someone in the valley might remember the appearance of the sword-begging man."

"No problem." Xue Fengyi said in a deep voice.

"Although no one knows about it, the weapon manual must be remembered." Yan Zhuoliu continued, her eyes slightly bent, as if she had expected that she could find the map in the Hidden Sword Pavilion without any hindrance by relying on the hilt alone. generally.

Luo Quin looked down at the child with bright almond eyes, and saw that she looked like a candlestick that had been lit up, and she became more lively and lively, even the little hand that was holding the knife handle loosened a bit. He didn't look so timid anymore.

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The hidden sword pavilion is above Linfeng, and the isolated peak is full of strange rocks, but the body of the peak is generally steep, like a sword blade embedded in the ground.

Walking across the iron cable suspension bridge behind the Xinjian Tower, the wooden planks under your feet are wobbly, and even more swaying when someone is passing by.

On the stone steps in front of the building sat two maidservants, wearing beautiful skirts, looking young, leaning against each other and falling asleep.

After seeing Yan Zhuoliu, the two hurriedly stood up, bowed tremblingly, turned around and pushed the heavy wooden door open, they lowered their eyes, not daring to look at the guests who came from afar , standing neatly on both sides of the door, waiting for the owner's order.

Luo Que thought to himself, this sword casting valley has a century-old foundation, and a divine sword is worth tens of thousands of taels of gold. It once attracted people in the rivers and lakes to scramble endlessly. Even if the valley is closed now, it can still support hundreds of maidservants. It's also pleasant.

Yan Zhuoliu nodded slightly, and said to the two of them, "Go down."

The two little maids looked at each other, leaned together and bowed, and walked away on the suspension bridge unsteadily.

The moment the door opened, the lights in the attic suddenly brightened, and oil lamps were lit one by one.

Although the hidden sword pavilion is called "Hidden Sword", there is not even a long sword in the pavilion. Instead, bookshelves are dotted with bookshelves, placed in a haphazard manner.

The attic is spotless, and it is cleaned every time I want to come. Even the atlases and books on the shelves are neat and tidy, as if they are brand new.

Wei Xinglan was stunned for a moment, "I didn't expect there to be so many books in the valley."

"It's just some basic exercises, copies of poems and classics of miscellaneous studies." Yan Juliu turned his head and said, "Follow me."

After she finished speaking, she went straight upstairs, picked up a corner of her dress, and carefully stepped up the creaking wooden steps.

There are still bookshelves upstairs, but there are fewer bookshelves than downstairs.

Luo Que frowned and looked at it, only feeling a little dazzled, and didn't know how that Yan Guzhu could remember so well.After a closer look, I found that each wooden frame is numbered, for example, "Lu Ba" on the left, and "Lu Jiu" on the right.

Qi Feng followed in the crowd and asked timidly, "Why is there no sword in the Tibetan Sword Pavilion?"

The attic was deserted and lonely, originally there were only the footsteps of a few people, but after Qifeng spoke, the soft voice echoed in the building.

The child holding the scabbard immediately pursed his lips, and hid behind them in a daze.

Yan Zhuoliu laughed, and said: "There used to be swords in the Hidden Sword Pavilion, but more and more people have been asking for swords over the past few years. Many people regard the swords produced by Zhujian Valley as holy objects, and burn, kill and scramble for them. After taking over as the owner of the valley, all the weapons in the pavilion were buried in the sword tomb for peace and prosperity."

She took Xue Fengyi's hand, lest he bump into the bookshelf, and put the other hand in front of his body, taking care of the invisible city lord Xue meticulously.

Qi Feng nodded with half understanding, she shrank her neck slightly, only feeling that the place was extremely cold, so she leaned towards Luo Qun.

She stared straight into the distance, and when she was leaning towards the direction of Luo Quin, she bumped into a cold person suddenly, and turned around to find that the female fairy was squeezed in the middle.

Wei Xinglan held Qifeng's hand self-consciously, and said with a smile in his eyes, "Don't be afraid, I'll hold you."

Qi Feng's whole body was half cold, and he always felt that he was more afraid, and thought, you might as well hold the hand of Sister Fairy.

It's fine if you can't afford it, but she still can't hide it.

Walking through several bookshelves was like going into a maze. For a while, people couldn't tell the direction, but Yan Zhuoliu, who led the way, easily found the bookshelf with the weapon illustrated book.

She slid her fingers across the layers of thin books, turned her head and asked Qi Feng for the handle of the knife, and after looking carefully at it, she returned it with both hands, and pulled out a booklet from the top shelf.

The writing was slightly yellowed, and there were traces of moth-eaten on the pages, and the words "Black Gold Bi" were written on the top of the page. Presumably, all the weapons recorded in this book were made of black gold bi .

Yan Zhuoliu opened the illustrated book, and saw different weapons were drawn on each page, the hilt, blade and grip, and even the scabbard were disassembled for painting, and every part was drawn with incomparable precision. In addition to the name of the sword seeker, the length and weight of the weapon are also recorded on the side.

Qifeng looked up and asked anxiously and timidly, "Did you find it?"

"Found it." Luo Qun and Wei Xinglan said in unison.

They watched Yan Zhuoliu turn the pages slowly, and finally their eyes stopped on a long knife. The handle of the knife was very recognizable. Compared with other fancy swords and swords, this one was really inconspicuous.

On one side, it says "Qiu Shui Thirteenth Floor, Xiao Buyu" written in Xiaozhuan.

Luo Que was stunned for a moment, she had never dealt with Qiushui thirteenth floor, she just didn't conspire with each other because of different ways.

As we all know, the Thirteenth Floor of Qiushui has a group of cold-faced killers, and they will make requests from all over the world. If the list is too big, they will issue a killing order, and let those who are interested in the rivers and lakes execute it together.

Thinking about it this way, it is understandable that Qifeng's father made a lot of enemies, after all, what he does is some work that requires people's heads.

She lowered her head, looked at the hopeful child, and asked, "I forgot to ask, Feng'er, is your surname Qi?"

Qifeng replied blankly, "Feng'er's surname is Xiao, Xiao Qifeng."

Even Wei Xinglan fell silent. Perhaps among the people who chased her and Luo Que down not long ago, there were quite a few people from Qiushui Thirteenth Floor. After all, that's where the killing order came from.

Being a killer is not something glorious, Wei Xinglan suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, and said, "Feng'er's father is a powerful swordsman."

Qifeng's eyes lit up, "Don't lie to me."

"Perhaps it's because I'm too tired of punishing rape and eradicating evil, so I won't be able to come back to find you soon." Wei Xinglan continued.

Qi Feng smiled, tightly clutching the handle of the knife, and said, "Feng'er knows that mother often said that Daddy is a knight, so it is natural to punish rape and eliminate evil."

Luo Qun at the side lowered his eyes, as if he had tacitly allowed Wei Xinglan not to talk nonsense, and he didn't even say a word of correction.

Xue Fengyi, who was silent for a long time, asked, "Did you see the name?"

"Xiao doesn't bully." Yan Juliu only said half.

Xue Fengyi frowned and said, "Unfortunately, I don't know this person."

After flipping through the "Black Gold Bi" weapon illustration, Yan Zhuoliu led everyone upstairs again, and she asked, "Can I use the Jinglang Sword to take a look."

Wei Xinglan passed the sword over. The sword looked slender, but it was so heavy that Master Yan almost missed it.

Yan Zhuoliu struggled to hold the long sword, swiped her index finger over the scabbard, pulled out a section of the sword, and saw the luster and texture on it clearly by the warm light of the oil lamp beside it.

She frowned and pondered for a while, and after recognizing the material of Jinglang Sword, she went to the top floor and took out a thin book from the innermost shelf in the attic.

However, this booklet is different from the others. The name of the material is written on the top page of other booklets, but this one has the words "surging waves sword".

After Master Yan Gu opened the booklet, Luo Que and Wei Xinglan could clearly see the pictures made by the artist on it.

Every page is a different Jinglang sword, even the specific materials used are different, the length is different, and the weight is also different.

Wei Xinglan frowned and said, "Could it be that the front is full of waste manuscripts?"

Yan Juliu nodded slightly, "That's right, how many Jinglang swords are drawn in this picture book, it proves that this sword has been forged by many masters, and the one that is closest to the finished product should be this one. His abandoned sword is now lying in the sword mound, if you want to go and have a look, it is also possible."

The scabbard in the painting was disassembled, as if something was hidden inside, maybe what was placed there was the secret that Wei Qinghong and Fang Juanshu hid in Tianshuangyu.

Luo Quin's eyes slipped and landed on the name of the sword seeker in the upper left corner.There is no sect or name on it, only two words - "White Eyebrow".

That was the name Xue Fengyi had unintentionally said.

For some reason, the thing in front of her suddenly turned into a snow mountain, and the Surging Wave Sword pierced through the ice, and embedded itself straight into the lake.There seemed to be a few bright red plum blossoms growing on the falling snow, and several people in the distance ran towards the sword together.

Suddenly someone shouted: "Baimei, I can give you the sword, don't hurt the child!"

Immediately, her figure flickered, as if she had been knocked down by a crazy fan.

"I want to go and have a look." Wei Xinglan raised the silver sword in his hand, and said again: "Senior, please lead the way."

As soon as she finished speaking, the person standing by leaned towards her, as warm as a piece of warm jade.

"Why did you come over so quietly, the child is still here." Wei Xinglan looked embarrassed.

Luo Quin, who had regained consciousness, was about to stand up straight, but Wei Xinglan held her head down, and the man whispered in her ear: "It's okay, I'll let you lean on me, and I didn't do anything shady. .”

Luo Que thought, he must find a way to shut this man's mouth.