"This sword is called Zhu Mo. It is one foot three inches long and weighs seventeen pounds and eight taels." Zhang Hejing said word by word: "It is from the Yunxiao Sect's Artifact Hall. It was fused with red thunder iron and lasted for seventy-seven forty-nine days." Practiced..."
Everyone was confused. They didn't know what she wanted to do with this sword. Was it to show off?
Even Zhu Liangfeng was in a daze. What are you doing with a sword? Are you stealing my show? I'm almost dead, why don't you let me perform to my heart's content?
Zhang Hejing continued: "This sword was given by the master of the Yunxiao Sect. He fought with me on the demon-slaying battlefield for many years and established a great reputation..."
Everyone was immediately in awe. The background of this sword is quite big. The leader of the Yunxiao Sect is the most powerful person in the entire Xu Kingdom. How precious should a sword given by such a person be?
What's more, this is a sword that has fought in the demon battlefield, a heroic sword!
Zhu Shiya was also puzzled. You took out this sword. Do you want to laugh at me? Zhu Shiya, the little rich man in my hometown, has never seen any good things?
You can’t possibly give it to my Zhu family, right?
At this time, Zhang Hejing was heard shouting: "Today, the Zhu family tried to use a large formation to stubbornly resist our county's law enforcement. This sword should..."
Before he finished speaking, the Demon-Slaying Sword rushed towards the Zhu Family Mountain Gate, as fast as lightning and as fast as thunder!
"Perish together with the enemy!"
With this shout, the sword hit the Zhu family's mountain guard formation and made a crisp sound.
Then……
With a bang, it exploded.
A huge gap instantly appeared in the mountain guarding formation.
Everyone was shocked.
The sword given by the master of Yunxiao Sect just... exploded?
This prestigious sword, which took nearly fifty days to forge, is just... gone?
Could it be that this sword is fake?
But who dares to use the name of the leader of Yunxiao Sect to scare people and not want to live?
There is no doubt that the Demon-Slaying Sword is real.
Zhu Shiya was completely stunned. What kind of cool operation was this?
I didn't say I won't make friends with you. Do you deserve to blow up my formation?
You actually used a magic weapon to self-destruct, and you used a magic weapon with extraordinary origins.
You, you are too impulsive! How come you, an old man who has lived for more than two hundred years, act like a middle-aged girl?
Although he doesn't know the term chuuni, it doesn't stop him from thinking so.
Just when everyone was frightened, Mammy stretched out her hand, and her jade hand turned into a giant claw and grabbed Zhu Liangfeng.
"Thief, come out!"
"Liangfeng! What else do you want to do!" Zhu Shiya was also anxious and scolded fiercely.
Zhu Liangfeng smiled miserably, knowing that if he didn't commit suicide, it would be too late.
If he is really taken away by the sect, he will die in the end, but his death will be worthless.
He no longer hesitated and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Young boy from the Yang family, you just have to be an ant for the rest of your life, hahaha!"
After saying that, he slapped his Tianling Cap with his palm and was killed immediately!
"Hurry up and save people!" Zhu Shiya then took action, deflecting the mammy's huge claw, and then grabbed the already dead Zhu Liangfeng.
At this time, Zhu Liangfeng had just died and his soul had not yet dissipated. If the county guards wanted to forcefully search for the soul, they would still be able to know a lot.
He must stall for time.
He shouted loudly: "Liangfeng, what's wrong with you? Wake up!"
"Aren't you just going to the county to assist in the investigation? Why are you so stubborn!"
"Ahhhhh, ooohhh..."
He burst into tears, spoke incoherently, and was so sad that he burst into tears.
A wave of light flashed, and the gap in the formation slowly closed. However, from the intensity of the wave of light vibration, it can be seen that the formation has been weakened a lot.
The two sides were separated by the formation again.
Only Zhu Shiya's cries lingered...
…
The soul-searching talisman cannot search the soul of a dead person for more than half an hour.
Zhu Shiya also wailed for half an hour.
During this period, no one from the county government bothered him, and even the grandma watched silently.
Yang Zhen will not do anything. Now of course he understood that Zhu Liangfeng had long been determined to die, so he was talking nonsense to vent his anger.
There was nothing to argue with the dead, he was no longer angry.
Half an hour later, the mountain protection formation finally opened.
Soon we entered the familiar negotiation phase.
First of all, although Zhu Liangfeng died, his body had to be taken away. This is the proper procedure, and Zhu Shiya has no objection.
Second, compensation.
As the person in charge, it was inconvenient for Grandma to speak. Yu Zhuke volunteered to take on this important task.
Just listen to his righteous words: "The sword of Taoist Master He Jing was given by the sect master and is extremely precious. Because you, the Zhu family, did not deliver it to me in time and resisted stubbornly, it was damaged. You, the Zhu family, need to account for this." .”
Zhu Shiya's heart is filled with 10,000 grass and mud horses running past. I have been bragging about the sword for a long time, the sword that was refined in seven, seven and forty-nine days, and the sword given by the sect master. It turned out that it was all waiting for me here.
"How can you blame my Zhu family for this matter?" He argued: "It's not like my Zhu family doesn't make friends."
"At that time, Taoist Master He Jing had already taken action. If you still refused to surrender, you were stubbornly resisting." Yu Zhuke said slowly: "Since it was stubborn resistance, you must compensate for the losses caused, otherwise..."
He didn't say anything else, but everyone understood the threat.
Zhu Shiya was trembling and speechless. Didn't it just delay for a moment? Just rush and take action. You, you are cheating!
How can you be so shameless?
"How much compensation?" He finally saw the faces of these people and asked in a bad tone.
Yu Zhuke paused for a moment, probably communicating with Taoist Priest He Jing.
After a while, he said: "Ten thousand spiritual stones, not a single one is missing. Senior sister said that this is a gift from the sect master, and we will never accept a counter-offer, otherwise it will be disrespectful to the sect master."
Damn it! Zhu Shiya was furious. How can you talk about respecting the sect master by casually blowing yourself up with the sword given by the sect master like you?
"It's too high," he tried to counter-offer: "My Zhu family's annual output is only 30,000 to 40,000, and if it suddenly drops to 10,000, how can we survive?"
His words did not receive any response, and several people looked at him coldly.
Zhu Shiya was also scratching his head. There were too many spiritual stones, and he had to fight for them!
"It's okay if you don't give it to me." After a long time, I heard the grandma say: "I will go back and report to the sect leader that the sword he gave as a gift was not destroyed on the demon battlefield, but was destroyed by a family that was stubbornly resisting. Let's go! "
After that, he was about to leave.
"Wait a minute!" Zhu Shiya quickly shouted. If he really wanted to start a fight, his Zhu family had little influence in the top, so how could he fight with these people?
"Let me discuss this with my ancestor." He looked bitter.
…
Half an hour later, the flying boat was already on its way home.
Zhu Shiya finally paid 10,000 spirit stones, not a penny less.
"This is your share." Grandma was beaming with joy, but she wasn't even half-hearted about losing the sword.
She threw out a storage bag with two thousand spiritual stones in it.
"Senior sister is awesome!"
"Senior, please be happy!"
The Jun Guan duo were beaming with joy and praised them repeatedly.
"Mommy, that sword of yours..." Yang Zhen felt a little distressed. It was a sword bestowed by the master of the Yunxiao Sect and could be used as a family heirloom.
"It's okay, mama, there are many more!" Zhang Hejing did not hide the truth from the two of them: "Those of us who go to the demon battlefield, the sect master will give us a sword like this every year. In those years, in addition to the ones consumed on the battlefield, I I have saved about ten handfuls! If you like it, in the future..."
She suddenly remembered that the child in front of her had no spiritual roots and would probably be a mortal for the rest of her life. It would be useless to give him this sword.
Yang Zhen didn't realize what she was thinking, and continued to ask: "The cost of this sword is not low, right? It takes seven, seven and forty-nine days to refine it!"
"Silly boy, it's not like you can refine one handful in forty-nine days, but at least hundreds of them at a time!"
Grandma said with a smile.
At this time, the late autumn sunshine shone on her face, as if it had been smeared with a layer of rouge.
Her smile was as bright as a girl's.
