Drowsily, I heard someone talking.
"Sister, you must help me with this matter."
The voice was very familiar, it was Sister Xue's.
"Sister, can I call you sister? This matter is really difficult to handle. It doesn't make sense in Xingji."
This voice sounds familiar to me. It’s a woman’s voice. Who is it?
"Don't you just want to be alone? You are not a torturer..."
"You don't know this guy Xing Ji, when did he listen to others? No one can take away the people he values, not even the commander. Let alone other people?"
"Forget it, if you don't want to help me, I'll do it myself. In terms of strength, Zhuoyu Villa may not be worse than the commander. If I take the person back, can he still block the door?"
"Alas, I have something to say. You are so generous, has that child agreed to become a Talisman Swordsman with you? He doesn't want to be forced to have his head pressed without drinking water."
"Why don't you want to? He is a natural Talisman Swordsman. A Talisman Swordsman has a much better future than any Heavy Swordsman. You mean swordsman? Haha, it's just a painting. Even if you have amazing talent, you have to have amazing luck to have a sword. Cooperate, there are many people but few swords in the inspection department, the competition is so fierce, and he has no foundation, he has to wait until the year of the monkey? It only takes three to five years to follow me, I guarantee that he can refine the magic weapon independently. "
"It's okay for you to say this before. Tang Zhao has found his own direction, and the direction is quite broad. He has no foundation, and now Xing Ji is here. With Xing Ji's connections, he can move up and down. Fan, it’s not difficult to find a sword. Ask that kid if he wants the sword he got.”
"..."
Sister Xue was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "No matter how good the swords in this world are, it is difficult to find a 100% match. Don't you, the Inspector, only need 70% or more? Most of them are strong-willed melons. But really The sword that suits you must be forged by your own hands. The swordsmith and the swordsman arrive at the same destination through different paths."
"..." This time it was the other party's turn to be silent. After a while, he said, "You just said that Xingji draws cakes. Who is the one who draws the cakes?"
"I am not a painter. Tang Zhao has the talent of a swordsmith. You can tell Xingji or even Gao Yuanhou. If Tang Zhao stays at Zhuoyu Villa, he will definitely be a swordsmith in the future. A true swordsmith Swordsman, much better than my father."
"You are such a good daughter."
"Think about it for yourself, what would it be like to have a real swordsmith to help you? I heard that the District Inspector is still under the control of others, and even the princes are demanding the court, and they can't let go. But if one of you becomes a swordsmith, Swordsmen, do you still have to tie your hands and feet? When the time comes, you can go to the battlefields outside the territory to snatch them. You will have as many swords as you can snatch back. By then, Gao Yuanhou will have millions of troops under his command, and all of them will be swordsmen..."
"Stop, stop, stop, the more you talk, the more you talk. You should brag against Xing Ji and see who can brag to death first. I can bring you the words, but the result is not guaranteed. By the way, I'm here. I'm borrowing the Gugu lamp from you. Give me whatever you bring."
"Haha, just now I begged you to push back and forth. Now you want me to help you feel straight. I've seen through you, woman."
"Stop talking nonsense, take me to see your house. Are there any good things besides the Gugu lamp? I want everything that can suppress the shadows."
"You are really trying your best to solve the dilemma. Why don't you wait for Tongming Palace to solve it?"
"Waiting for Tongming Hall? This is Yunzhou."
"A boring struggle."
The sound gradually faded away. Tang Zhao wanted to get up, but his arms and legs refused to work. In his mind, he seemed to get up and took a few steps, but the next moment he was lying on the bed again. He had been dreaming just now, and he tried several times. After failing, he fell into a drowsy sleep.
After a long time, Tang Zhao finally woke up, as if waking up from a long dream.
In the dream, it was still the same old ones, flames, birds and burning. But I don't know if it was his misunderstanding, but now the burning is not as explosive as before. Instead, it has become bright, warm, mighty, and even inspiring.
What kind of flame could be so gentle?
But in the end it will be burned clean and then fall asleep.
Sitting up, Tang Zhao gradually woke up and found that he was sleeping on a soft bed, which was covered with thick and soft mattresses and freshly colored sheets.
There is a shelf next to the bed, and there is a cup on the shelf, which seems to be made of sapphire. Unsurprisingly, it is decorated with two big eyes, and the water inside is still slightly steaming.
It seems like someone just left?
No, that's not right.
It's a magic weapon.
In order to keep warm, do cups also use surgical instruments?
Tang Zhao was filled with envy and thought: How much can such a cup sell for? I'm afraid it's enough for a person to live comfortably for a lifetime. Is the Fu Sword Master so wealthy?
It can’t be said to be luxurious. This should be made by yourself, right? If priceless treasures could be easily made, wouldn't the Talisman Sword Master be the richest profession in the world?
One magic weapon costs ten thousand taels. Isn’t this faster than robbing money?
With this thought in mind, he got down and walked out of the bedroom. Outside was the living room where he entered.
"Huh--"
On the front of the living room, a painting was hung at some point.
This painting took up an entire wall and was so majestic that Tang Zhao felt refreshed.
The painting shows a group of buildings that seem to be built on the lakeside. Half of the lake is filled with swaying water vapor and vast mist, while half of the lake's buildings are well-proportioned and magnificent.
Those buildings include balconies, pavilions, mansions, and strange buildings with eccentric and even comical styles. The combination is dazzling. But they all have a shiny feeling, as if they are enveloped in a cloud of smoke, a layer of halo, each one a treasure. There is a clear stream between the buildings, dotted with flowers and trees, floating mist, and connected with the smoke and water by the lake, making it even more dreamy.
The scenery of lakes and mountains is nothing to Tang Zhao. He has seen it in jars, but the buildings with different styles become more and more novel and interesting as he looks at them. They remind him of the hometown described by Mr. Chen - all kinds of weird post-modern buildings. . A thought arose in his mind: It would be nice to go here and have a look.
Immediately afterwards, his eyes were attracted by a building in the middle of the empty field. The building seemed to be carved from jade, with brilliant colors showing through the translucent walls, and an opening at the top, faintly revealing light and fog.
It seems like some treasure is about to fly out from inside...
There is a person standing in front of the building, dressed in green clothes. Although there is only a back view, he has the feeling of looking up to the mountains.
"That's my father."
When Tang Zhao turned around, he saw Sister Xue standing behind him and said, "This is Zhuoyu Villa."
There are four characters beside the painting: "Jade crafted by heaven". The characters are hidden in the clouds and mist, and they are both real and illusory.
I see……
Tang Zhao thought of the conversation he heard in a daze and thought: Is this an advertisement? Enrollment advertisement?
Sister Xue smiled and said nothing, waiting for Tang Zhao to inquire curiously about Zhuoyu Villa, when Tang Zhao asked: "I wonder if your lord... is also named Xue?"
"..." Sister Xue's eyes widened and she looked at Tang Zhao like a fool.
Tang Zhao also felt that he was making a fool of himself by asking, so he coughed and asked: "I want to ask you... what do you and Master Xue call you?"
Sister Xue was stunned for a moment and said, "Hey, how did you know?"
There are only a handful of people in the world who know about the relationship between Tang Zhao and Xue Daxia, and Sister Xue would never have thought of it. She only said that he was just guessing, and said nonchalantly: "Our families are from the same clan. My father and Xue Daxia are considered brothers, but They had a good relationship when they were young, but after my father built Zhuoyu Villa, he stopped going down the mountain, and many relationships were severed, and I have never met this cousin."
"A few days ago, someone - someone from the District Prosecution Department sent a letter to my home, saying that Xue Daxia was not doing well, and asked my father if he would come down to visit me. In fact, he was asking if I wanted to see him one last time. But my father was in retreat at a critical moment. I'll take a look for him."
"Originally, I learned some skills. Before I came here, I wanted to see if I could turn the tide and save his life. But it turned out that I couldn't do anything at all, so I had no choice but to do it. Although I have never met my cousin, I felt quite uncomfortable seeing his appearance. Yes." She shook her head.
Tang Zhao felt uncomfortable after hearing this. I wonder what kind of situation Master Xue is in now?
"I just want to go back and forget it, but on the one hand I have never seen the Devil's Cave come, so it is an experience to stay here and experience it from beginning to end. On the other hand, when my uncle goes, he has no children and is desolate behind him. I stay here I wanted to be able to take care of some funeral arrangements. So I lived in the mountain and observed the signs of the devil's cave every day, and I happened to meet you."
Tang Zhao suddenly realized that this was a coincidence.
I heard Sister Xue shake her head and say: "I can't believe that you actually want to go into the Demon's Cave. I am a Talisman Swordsman after all, and I have the ability to protect myself. What's wrong with a kid like you? That guard is so shameless."
Hearing her tone, Tang Zhao didn't know the relationship between himself and Xue Daxia, so he couldn't help but think secretly. Did she not mention herself when she met Daxia Xue? Why did Master Xue clearly say that he could go to Zhuoyu Villa and deliver Xuan Gong, so why didn't he mention it at all?
Xing Ji should have told Xue Daxia about his entry into the Prosecution Department, right? Could it be that he thought that the District Office was better than Zhuoyu Villa, so he didn’t have to go as planned?
So is Xue Daxia’s choice right?
Do you want to mention it yourself?
Tang Zhao thought this, and Sister Xue said: "The swordsman's path is too dangerous. The Demon Cave, the Charming Difficulty, the Black and Yellow Fierce Lands, and the battlefields outside the territory are not filled by swordsmen? What's more, the Jiandi Division is extremely dangerous, and there are disasters underground. They are all under their control, and countless people are killed every time. Even the garrison envoys and patrol envoys often die in the line of duty. It is said that the earthen jar cannot be broken without leaving the well, no matter how powerful it is, there will be more powerful enemies. Not to mention the danger of the sword itself. "
Tang Zhaoqi asked: "The danger of the sword itself?"
Sister Xue said: "Why, don't you know? Becoming a swordsman is like walking on a tightrope, with an abyss at the bottom. If you make a wrong step, you will be doomed, and you will never fall to the ground. Guess where the old owners of those old swords are? Could it be that they are gone? Were they all killed by the enemy? Guess where the owners of those swords went?"
She flicked her fingers and said: "The swordsmith is different, he is noble and powerful. How about the Inspector? What about Qingtian Temple? He is as polite as if he came to my Zhuoyu Villa."
