Qin Fang looked at the "Gei Liu" in front of her and couldn't help but take a breath, "The Imperial Master really gave me a big surprise."
The child with a pair of purple-gold eyes walked around the white-haired "Gui Liu" and said with a smile: "As for the calligraphy of fleshly refining puppets, I really have seven or six orifices and I know nothing. Fortunately, Your Highness the Princess With help, we can complete the project as soon as possible.”
"I remember that there should be twelve Cipai flying swords in this body."
Qin Fang stretched out her hand to touch the puppet's chest, and soon a small cut was made on her finger.
"The remaining sword energy of this Immortal Killing Sword still cannot be removed?"
"It can be removed, but it takes a lot of energy and is not necessary. Your Highness the Princess has already tempered the entire body with evil energy. Unless you encounter a sword cultivator like the Eighth Realm whose killing power is beyond the sky, there will be almost no damage."
"As for the twelve Cipai flying swords that the Queen just mentioned, this body has already refined the six swords in the upper palace. The six swords in the lower palace are limited by their qualifications and cannot be refined for the time being."
Qin Fang suddenly thought of some things from the past. For example, thirty years ago, among the ten younger generation of Xian family monks, the swordsman who was "the best" raised his sword in a physical sword cauldron. And the physical sword cauldron was the maid next to him.
The body acts as a sword cauldron, and the sword is raised in the flesh. It is regarded as a crooked way like "double cultivation". For this reason, the Xian family has launched three "rectification movements", and the master swordsman died in the rectification movement in the past hundred years. sports. It is rumored that the last sword he used with all his strength before his death directly drained all the life energy of the maid, and that sword was also extremely beautiful. It had already touched the threshold of the Nine Realms and killed countless people, which indirectly led to The decline of a sect.
Qin Fang said in a deep voice: "The Living Sword Cauldron is cruel and inhumane. There is no doubt that he is risking the disdain of the world. What about this puppet Sword Cauldron? How is it different from it?"
The little child smiled and said: "On the contrary to the living sword cauldron, this puppet sword cauldron needs the nourishment of other people's flesh and blood in order to refine the Cipai Flying Sword."
"Ru Mao drinks blood." Qin Fang frowned slightly.
The little child narrowed his eyes, "It's just right for the battlefield."
Qin Fang walked around the white-haired "rose flow" a few more times, and suddenly found a fist-sized depression on its back, as if... someone had punched her?
"This punch was delivered by Yao Tiao with great strength. It obviously didn't hurt or itch, but it was Yao Tiao who took the punch and had to retreat dozens of feet before he could relieve the force."
Qin Fang said in surprise: "In other words, this puppet is equivalent to a warrior in the middle and late stages of the Seventh Realm?"
The little child nodded, "Not only that, there are twelve Ci Pai flying swords, one corresponding to a realm. If you refine all the Shangque, it will reach a higher level. In other words, the puppet in front of you , is a seventh-level warrior and a seventh-level sword cultivator. Not only is his body extremely strong, but his killing power is extremely high."
Qin Fang looked at the puppet's face carefully and thought of the man thousands of miles away. She said softly: "This is excellent. Thank you for your hard work, Imperial Master."
The little child shook his head and said: "Her Royal Highness the Princess put in 70% of her efforts to make this happen, I was just a helper, especially tempering the body and casting the sword tripod, which was very labor-intensive. Even Her Royal Highness, I must be very tired. If the Queen goes to Qingui Palace today, it would be better to stay a little later."
Qin Fang hummed and looked at the white-haired puppet's face, dazed.
The little child said softly: "Fengdu Capital still needs supervision, and there are some things that need to be discussed. The Queen will remember to come later, and I will take the first step."
After he left, Qin Fang's eyes suddenly turned red.
How much suffering does a person have to suffer before his head turns gray overnight?
How far does a person have to walk to bring home the woman he likes?
I said before that as much as Qin Fang likes the current Gui Qing, she hates the current Gui Liu. But in fact, as much as he hates the current situation, he loves the current situation.
All dissatisfaction with him, all boredom with him, all negative emotions towards him are all nourished by deep love.
So if you love someone, you have to be angry with him.
This is why treating each other with eyebrows and respecting each other as guests is even more tragic than not having love, because if only the underlying color of love is exposed without any flashy or whitewashing, love is worse than not loving at all.
So never worry about whether you are too angry, because a person who truly loves you will be willing to calmly wipe away all these glitz and whitewashes, and then you will see the deep love hidden under the fierce words and tone. .
Love and family affection are all like this.
Just like Giliu was really afraid that Qin Fang would lose his temper, but he would listen quietly every time and never complain about his mother's bad temper.
Just like Qin Fang clearly knows that she has a bad temper, but she still acts unscrupulously.
Such is the bond of love.
The man she was longing for at the moment, who was far away in the Dafeng Dynasty, had already thought of a way to get out of the rebel territory.
The key figure is a city gate captain named Xu Wen. He has a very high status in the three major military towns in the border area. He is a big shot with a big head and a good reputation. On the one hand, he worked for the Dafeng rebels, and on the other hand, he secretly colluded with the Dafeng royal family. He benefited from both sides and made a lot of money.
His biggest business was smuggling people, and many of the wives and daughters of court ministers were quietly transported out of the city by his army. Of course, this kind of desperate thing could be exposed at any time, so the cost was extremely high. Based on the head count, one head cost two hundred taels of silver.
On the morning of entering the city, Guiliu successfully contacted the city gate captain named Xu Wen. After paying five hundred taels of silver, the trip was immediately arranged. Tomorrow night, I will change my clothes and leave the city at midnight to go to the next military town. To ensure safety, I have to change trains five times on the way. After arriving at the next military town, I still have to wait until midnight to leave the city. Using this method, it would take almost three days and three nights to sneak through three heavily guarded military towns.
Now that the itinerary has been arranged, Guiliu and the little girl found an inn to stay. While the two were eating noodles with chopsticks, there was a knock on the door. The little girl was a little scared and hid behind the screen.
"Who is it?" Geiliu picked up the bag containing the famous sword "Western Sky".
A rough voice that could only be heard from the battlefield came from outside the door, "Brother Xu."
Brother Xu, who was unfamiliar with the place, was naturally the high-ranking and powerful city gate captain. But haven’t you already made your itinerary? Why did he come to the door? Besides, how did he know he lived here?
Gui Liu hesitated, then loosened the lock and pushed the door open.
Xu Wen rushed into the room and signaled Gui Liu to lock the door with his eyes.
"Brother Xu, is there something wrong?" Gui Liu lowered his voice.
Xu Wen looked around, but did not find the figure he wanted, and asked in a deep voice: "I remember there is a little girl who wants to go out of the city with you, right? Where is she?"
Guiliu frowned slightly, "A child, what's the matter with her?"
The atmosphere suddenly changed.
Xu Wen shouted angrily: "You can't fucking understand human language? I ask you, where is she?!"
The roar without warning startled the little girl behind the screen, causing her to make a tinny sound.
Xu Wen instantly caught the commotion and strode towards the screen angrily.
Suddenly, a cold light appeared, and a sword was placed in front of him, forcing him to stop.
Guiliu pulled out the "Xitian" that had been hidden in its sheath for many days, with a gloomy face, and said slowly in a low voice: "What exactly do you want to do?"
Xu Wen said expressionlessly, "Last winter, His Majesty the Emperor's third son was shot to death by a peasant soldier guarding the city when he led an army to attack the city. The peasant soldier had a little daughter, and her whereabouts are still unknown. His Majesty the Emperor told the world, Whoever can carry her head to the capital for an audience will be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold and a hereditary title."
"She's not." Guiliu said firmly.
Xu Wen narrowed his eyes, "It's ninety percent similar in shape to the portrait, and one percent similar in spirit, isn't it true?"
"Since you're so sure it's not, why not let me take a look?"
Xu Wen slowly held the sword and said slowly: "But you are hiding it like this, lest I see it, you are really making me suspicious."
Guiliu recognized his sword-holding technique at a glance. It was the half-handed sword that was extremely popular in the small country of Nanzhao.
"Although you have a good sword, you are just an embroidered pillow. You have not even touched the threshold of martial arts. How can you deal with me, a fourth-level little grandmaster who is crawling among the dead?"
Geiliu said nothing. Indeed, with my current self, I have no chance of winning against such a steady and steady fourth-level warrior.
But don't forget that when he parted with the female swordsman Huang Ru, she gave him three wisps of sword energy.
This was the confidence that allowed him to remain unmoved in the face of Xu Wen.
Suddenly, a childish voice came from behind the screen.
"It's me, I'll go with you, don't hurt him."
The little girl actually walked out on her own, Rourou timidly, not daring to raise her head to look at either of the two people confronting her.
Xu Wen said coldly: "As expected, it's you."
Guiliu smiled at the little girl and said softly: "Don't worry, I can still deal with a mere fourth-grade martial artist."
As soon as he said these words, Xu Wen seemed to see a flashing snow-white sword energy in this man's eyes.
Having been on the battlefield for many years, he had already developed the ability to sense the moment of life and death in advance. Just at that moment, he felt the extremely terrifying aura of death.
"Wait a moment."
Xu Wen's voice actually trembled a little.
He said this subconsciously. After realizing it, he looked at the man in front of him, feeling shocked and uncertain. Why? He obviously didn't move, but the almost oppressive aura of death just now felt so familiar and lifelike.
The white twinkling in Guiliu's eyes disappeared.
"What else do you want to say?"
Xu Wen once again looked at the timid little girl next to the man. He was silent for a long time, and finally sighed and said softly: "That's all, let's just accumulate merit. If you can still trust me, tomorrow I will follow the original plan I’ll send you out of the city. If you don’t believe me, tell me now. I’ll return the five hundred taels of silver to you exactly.”
Guiliu said calmly: "I can trust you."
"Okay, I'll come find you tomorrow night at midnight."
Xu Wen finished speaking in a deep voice and turned around to leave.
"Wait a moment!"
Gui Liu suddenly stopped him.
Xu Wen was immediately extremely vigilant and could even draw his sword out of its sheath at any time.
A sinister voice sounded in his ears.
"Are you from Nanzhao?"
