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That day, after the Seventh Young Master performed the sword technique that fell from the sky, he found half of the sword for Prime Minister Xie. However, nearly a decade passed and Prime Minister Xie did not see the other party again.
Fortunately, the seventh senior brother was famous for being unreliable and unreliable, so the young man did not take this matter to heart.
It is better to ask for help than to ask for help yourself, so the young man simply found a fairly straight bamboo tube himself, and after asking for advice from a carpenter on the street, he polished a bamboo sword that looked "neat" in the hut.
In the early morning of this morning, Xie Xiangcai went out after washing up in the house. Before rushing to the back mountain, he turned into an alley and went to the Red Nai Nai stall selling steamed buns and siomai. He bought a few hot siomai for breakfast.
Just when the boy paid the money and was about to leave, he accidentally noticed a breath hidden in the darkness at the end of the alley.
Prime Minister Xie was stunned for a moment, then wrapped the siomai in lotus leaves and put them in his arms.
He turned around and looked at the slowly squirming figure in the shadows.
The figure was slender and slender. At first, he was hunched in the darkness. When he felt the gaze of the young man, he first smiled sinisterly, then slowly straightened up from the corner at the end of the alley, and walked forward step by step. A few feet in front of the young man.
The man was dressed in black and had two long swords staggered behind him. One was long and the other was short. The longer one was seven feet and the short one was three feet.
"bass--"
The man in black said nothing, stretched his hands behind his back, and unsheathed his long and short swords.
Two cold lights flashed, followed by a sound of breaking wind that echoed through the alley. The young man looked up and saw that the figure of the man in black had disappeared.
Behind Xie Xiangcai, Grandma Hong's eyes were slightly narrowed. There was no trace of panic or fear on her face, and she just silently pulled the trolley out of the alley.
The figure of the man in black appeared in front of the young man in an instant. The two long and short swords in his hands intertwined at first, and then suddenly separated after an instant. The two sword shadows struck Xie Xiangcai's face with fierce sword energy.
The young man's eyes slightly raised, the soles of his feet touched the ground, and his body brushed against the ground and swept backwards. While retreating, he stretched his palms to his waist, and the bamboo sword was instantly unsheathed.
"Bang——"
The bamboo sword resisted the two sword shadows, and then Xie Xiangcai's forearm tightened, and all his energy was poured into the bamboo sword. A dull sound sounded, and the two sword shadows dissipated in an instant.
The man in black's eyes changed slightly, and his figure tightened again. He held a long sword in one hand and a dagger in the other hand. The long sword was opened and closed, but the dagger was sharp but clumsy.
The cold light reflected on Xie Xiangcai's cheek, and then two sword qi squeezed the air and hit his chest with alarming force.
Xie Xiangcai took a deep breath and trembled, leaving an afterimage on the spot.
The afterimage that stayed in place made the swordsman in black jump away.
When the swordsman realized that something was wrong, Xie Xiangcai stepped on the wall with his feet and rushed towards his back.
Xie Xiangcai held the bamboo sword tightly in his right hand and pointed the blade at the back of the man in black.
"Chi——"
The bamboo sword seemed to have no lethality, but it penetrated the black-clothed swordsman's chest with one blow.
The swordsman in black obviously underestimated the young man's strength. He turned around stiffly and stared at the calm young man with shocked eyes.
Xie Xiangcai let go of the bamboo sword in his hand, and the swordsman in black gradually lost his strength.
Although the young man severely injured the opponent with this sword, he did not have any murderous intention in his heart.
He walked up to the swordsman in black, knelt down, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you and why are you attacking me?"
The swordsman looked at Xie Xiangcai with a ferocious expression, "The 80th Class of the Anqing Martial Arts Ranking, Yin Yang Sword Han Wei, is here to take your head on the order of Lord Shang Baojian!"
Xie Xiangcai was startled when he heard this.
Shang Baojian?
Wasn’t this damn eunuch deposed just a few days ago by the Seventh Senior Brother?
Unexpectedly, this guy would dare to come to Dongfeng City to cause trouble now that he has no martial arts skills.
Just when Xie Xiangcai was thinking deeply, a chill suddenly came to his heart. He lowered his head in shock, and saw a small sword as long as the palm of his hand protruding from the sleeves of the black-clothed swordsman. A swordsman has a lifetime of energy.
The young man's expression changed drastically, and he tried to slap the hand of the swordsman in black that was holding the hidden sword tightly with his palm.
However, it was too late, the hidden sword was no longer close to his chest!
In the midst of the electric light and flint, a red thread as thick as a human hair appeared out of thin air and wrapped around the hidden sword. With a "click" sound, the hidden sword immediately broke into fragments.
Xie Xiangcai's eyes were shocked, but he immediately deflected the wind of his palm and hit the black-clothed swordsman in the chest.
This palm forcefully knocked out the bamboo sword that penetrated the opponent's chest and inserted it into the stone wall on one side. Then the swordsman in black was seen vomiting blood and flying backwards, smashing the stone wall at the end of the alley into rubble. .
Xie Xiangcai stood up with lingering fear and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
It seems that he is still new to the world, but he actually has a trace of compassion for the people who come to take his life.
If it hadn't been for the unknown strong man's action earlier, I'm afraid I would be a corpse now.
The young man looked around and did not see another person in the alley.
He could only sigh and walk towards the ruins at the end of the alley.
At this moment, the aura of the swordsman in black has dissipated in this world.
Xie Xiangcai bent down and touched the other person's body with his hands, and accidentally found a token hanging on his waist.
He curiously took off the token, put it under the sun and took a good look at it.
The token is made of a kind of wood that exudes a light aroma. The wood is dark brown in color, and the lines on it are like water waves, centering on one point and spreading out in all directions.
In the center of the token, the three characters "Eighty A" are engraved.
Xie Xiangcai suddenly realized.
In the lower right corner of these three characters, there are also the small characters "Han Wei" formed by these two gold powders.
However, when Xie Xiangcai's eyes shifted to these two small characters, they suddenly began to squirm quickly, and in the blink of an eye they turned into the three characters "Xie Xiangcai".
The young man was startled, but before he could make any move, the token was already trembling violently, and then it slipped into his waist.
In the far away Imperial Military Department in the capital, the martial arts list hanging on the wall suddenly shook. The old man guarding the martial arts list raised his eyes slightly, and soon most of the turbidity in it disappeared.
The name of Han Wei, who was ranked 80th, was suddenly replaced by another somewhat unfamiliar name.
Thanks to Xiangcai.
The old man looked at this name with some surprise, which he had never heard in the territory of Daqing. After a while, he walked to the cupboard that had been covered with dust for a while, turned out a thick stack of papers, and searched back and forth for several hours before finally finding the name. This name was found on the old paper recording the household registration in the Northern Territory.
Fengxue Village, Xie Xiangcai.
Fengxue Village...
The old man held his chin and pondered for a moment, and finally his eyes widened in an instant.
Where did that little young master from the fucking Qingmeng City come from?
I see.
In Qingmeng City, Immortal Immortal's palace, a homing pigeon flew into the main hall and landed on the table of the Third Young Master.
The third young master untied the letter tied to the carrier pigeon's feet and opened it with some curiosity.
"Thank you, Prime Minister, for being number eight on the martial arts list."
Just eight words.
The third young master nodded slightly when he saw this.
It's all according to plan.
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Xie Xiangcai suppressed his nausea, properly disposed of the body of the swordsman in black who wanted to assassinate him, and after conveying the matter to the Seventh Senior Brother, he dressed up and rushed to the back mountain.
The young man held a bamboo sword across his waist and walked towards the top of the mountain step by step.
The further up I went, the more I felt something was wrong.
Hey, where has the fragrance of lychee trees all over the mountain gone?
Xie Xiangcai finally stopped on the top of the mountain. He raised his head and tried to find the most eye-catching lychee tree on the top of the mountain.
However, when the young man looked forward, he was stunned.
On the grass in the middle of the back mountain, an osmanthus tree was planted unexpectedly.
The sweet-scented osmanthus tree is not very tall, only half taller than the current Xie Xiang.
Xie Xiangcai recognized this sweet-scented osmanthus tree almost instantly.
He walked forward with great uneasiness until he came to the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.
The young man stretched out his trembling palms and stroked the dark brown bark of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. Several light white marks were faintly visible on it.
At this moment, a figure descended from the sky and landed gently next to Xie Xiangcai.
It's the Seventh Young Master.
The seventh young master gently patted his junior brother on the shoulder and asked with a smile, "Junior brother, are you familiar?"
When Xie Xiang saw the smiling face of the seventh senior brother, he couldn't control his inner emotions for a moment, and tears burst out of his eyes.
Seeing this, the Seventh Young Master smiled even brighter.
After a short while, Prime Minister Xie turned around with his face flushed, but his eyes were still a little red.
Xie Xiangcai's fingers kept dancing on the uneven bark of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in front of him, and his mind was full of scenes of himself playing on the tree when he was a child.
In the Xie Mansion, what the young man worried about the most was his father who had "nothing to do" and the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in his yard.
Who would have thought that the Seventh Young Master would travel thousands of miles to bring this sweet-scented osmanthus tree to Dongfeng City.
The young man didn't expect that this was just a casual remark made while drunk, but it would always be remembered by the seventh senior brother.
"Little junior brother!"
Suddenly, the Seventh Young Master called Xie Xiangcai, and the young man raised his head suddenly.
I saw a palm-sized piece of fermented rice cake appearing in the hands of the Seventh Young Master. There was a red candle on the cake.
The young man stared at the candle blankly.
The Seventh Young Master brought the wine cake to the young man and urged, "Blow out the candles, blow out the candles!"
Xie Xiang came to his senses and counted the days on his fingers.
Today is really my birthday.
He brought the wine rice cake from the Seventh Young Master and blew out the candle on it.
The Seventh Young Master chuckled, then clapped his hands and said loudly, "Ahem, come out!"
The young man was stunned again.
Then seven figures came from nowhere and landed in front of Xie Xiangcai.
Xie Xiangcai looked at each one in turn, his mouth gradually getting bigger.
"First senior brother, second senior brother, third senior brother...Master, why are you all here?"
Hu Jie, who was standing at the end, snorted coldly, walked up and patted Xie Xiangcai's forehead. This time it was unprecedentedly intimate, "Don't I still care about you, my precious little junior brother?"
Xie Xiangcai's nose felt sore. If his senior brother and master hadn't been present, he might have cried "Wow" again.
Seeing that the young man was a little helpless, Hu Jie hurriedly stepped forward and patted his shoulder, "Don't cry, don't cry, you are so old! Your senior brothers have each prepared a gift for you, let them give it to you now." You do it!”
When Xie Xiangcai heard this, he immediately burst into laughter and looked at the seven senior brothers expectantly.
The young man rolled up his sleeves, rubbed his hands and waited for the senior brothers to hand over the gifts.
Hu Jie looked at the bright eyes of the young man and scolded with a smile, "Look at how greedy you are for money! The gift your senior brother wants to give you is not an object, but because no one has taught you a set of martial arts!"
When Xie Xiangcai heard this, he was not much disappointed, and the light in his eyes became even brighter.
To put it bluntly, he doesn't lack anything right now. What he lacks is the martial arts to be able to defend himself and use it effectively.
The young man knew very well that the tricks passed down to him by his senior brothers must be the best among the best.
Hu Jie tapped the ground with the soles of his feet, climbed up to the branches of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and lay down on it very leisurely. The corners of his mouth gradually turned upward as he watched the senior fellow apprentices under the tree teach his disciples and resolve their doubts.
This is how a senior brother loves his junior brother, and this is how a junior brother respects his senior brother.
For a moment, this old guy who had lived for who knows how many hundreds of years felt a little unbearable. He raised his head and looked at the sky above. With his eyes narrowed, a huge outline was looming.
The white-haired boy stared at the sky, and the sky was also staring at the people on the top of the mountain.
What are the consequences of playing against the sky?
