Seeing that the resettlement matter in Xujia Village came to an end, maybe because Lin Manliu's clothes were too dirty and damaged, several villagers brought some clothes for him to change first. The boy who changed into the villagers' clothes became normal compared to before. Many, although the clothes are a bit bigger, they do look better than the white robe before.
"It's still not as good-looking as my robe, but it looks much more pleasing to the eye..." Ye Dangting said after looking up and down at the young man walking out of the hut.
Lin Manliu didn't respond to the old liar's inspection. He just stood still and rolled up his cuffs and trousers so that the clothes would not be too loose and bulky. Arm guards made of iron clothes were still tied to his arms. , he finished arranging his clothes and tied his two daggers, Chunchuangdie and Shanyexing, on his back and waist. Just like this, standing next to the thatched cottage in the sun, was a country boy with his sleeves rolled up and his trouser legs rolled up.
"Young man in commoner clothes with rolled sleeves, carrying two swords, galloping on a horse, traveling all over the rivers and lakes... The Manliu brothers are indeed suitable for this appearance." Li Yanhe chuckled softly, and the sound of tapping his palms never stopped. From the distance, General Li, who was wearing armor and covered with armor, was looking towards this place.
"General Li was joking. It's just that Manliu is used to wearing these clothes on weekdays, so it's natural." Lin Manliu said with a smile and scratched his head after hearing this.
Seeing this scene, Ye Dangting's right hand unconsciously began to rub his chin. Perhaps he saw Li Yanhe praising the young man's appearance, and recalled whether he was like this when he was in the world? But now that the years are getting older, time has passed like a white horse, and Huang Lu, who has been with him all year round, also sleeps here.
Thinking of this, he turned to look at the side of the mountain road in Xujiacun. When handling the corpses and utensils on the mountain road where he was attacked yesterday, Li Yanhe mentioned asking Broken Sword Huang Lu what his next plans were. Ye Dangting only said, "On the spot." Bury it." Then he turned around and walked into Xujiacun, never looking at the broken sword Huang Lu that was pieced together by Yanyang soldiers.
A good soldier shows his power by taking advantage of his hands, and a good horse must be equipped with a good saddle.
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Inside the Fengcheng Star Tour in Nanjiang
A middle-aged man in bright yellow clothes holding a folding fan sat on the left side of the guest seat. He had a sad look on his face and hit his head with the folding fan in his hand. Then he sighed, then started to look around and finally looked at the square outside the hall, and then He sighed again. Although he didn't have any words, it was clear that he was trying his best to show his sorrowful thoughts.
The old man with purple robes, yellow crown and gray hair on the temples was naturally Taoist Shuangxuan, the master of the Star Temple. Seeing this scene, he began to resent Tao Zeng for being so pretentious. However, due to his identity and background, You can only wait for the other party to finish his performance and let out a sigh of relief.
"Brother Lan, I would like to express my condolences. We don't have any clue about what happened to Senior Nephew Ying. When Senior Nephew Ying first came to southern Xinjiang, he came to visit Shenxing Temple, but we never thought that it would cut off Senior Nephew Ying's career. "Road," Taoist Shuangxuan said after a long sigh. While fiddling with the whisk in his hand, he occasionally glanced sideways at the middle-aged man in the guest seat.
The person sitting on the guest seat is Lan Wuqiu, the enshrined person at Wenjian Lake who heard that his apprentice died tragically while visiting the Star Viewing Mountain. After hearing the news, he rushed all the way from Yangzhou, Huainan, to this place. The time spent on the journey reflects his deep concern for his disciple's death. With an anxious attitude, he rushed to Fengcheng in southern Xinjiang to visit the Star Viewing Temple in less than two months.
"I heard that my beloved disciple died tragically, and I still can't imagine that this journey will separate my master and disciple forever. I gave all my skills to him, but I can't let him protect himself. I am really a master. He is incompetent..." Lan Wuqiu's expression became even more sad after being persuaded by Taoist Shuangxuan, as if he was grieving why he couldn't protect his beloved disciple.
"Brother Lan, since this is my place to observe the stars, I will do my best to find the murderer of my nephew Ying for Brother Lan, and bring him to Brother Lan for execution on the spot." Upon seeing this, Taoist Shuang Xuan said in response. , and then with a wave of his right hand, the whisk fluttered beside him, and then suddenly fell down and was dragged to the upper left again, which fully showed his perseverance.
"The temple master does this without asking for anything in return. If my beloved disciple Quanxia knows it, he will definitely thank the temple master." Na Lan Wuqiu stopped waving the folding fan in his hand, turned around with his fists clasped and looked at Taoist Shuang Xuan who was in charge, and expressed his gratitude.
"It doesn't matter. I had a very pleasant conversation with my nephew Ying when he was visiting the Star Observation Hall during his lifetime. Regardless of the current situation in the world or his martial arts attainments, he was very fond of me. Although there is a slight difference in our generation, it does not affect me at all. The two of them are mutual confidants... Alas, he is the person I deplore the most whether he is alive or dead." Taoist Shuangxuan nodded and said, letting out another long sigh when the words were about to end.
"I didn't expect that my beloved disciple could have such a happy conversation with the master of the temple. The master of the temple still thinks so highly of him. It's such a pity... my disciple can't survive this disaster."
"It's really sad that Pindao got this nephew and good friend in his later years, but he suddenly passed away...".
"It's useless to say more. I don't want anyone to check that there are no wounds on the body of my beloved disciple, but his sword was not all broken. That sword was what I asked for from the Sword Forging Peak in the past. It must have been the murderer's weapon." It will only become more severe... And I found that the fatal injury was caused by a small object piercing the center of the eyebrow, and the poison actually burned the whole body like fire... If I hadn't confirmed it myself, I wouldn't have believed it was me. "Ying Kan's disciple." Lan Wuqiu waved his hand to stop Master Shuangxuan from sighing, and began to recall the appearance when he saw Ying Kan's corpse.
Hearing this, Taoist Shuangxuan's face twitched unconsciously, but Lan Wuqiu didn't notice anything strange. The hand holding the whisk began to unconsciously tighten a little more, and he cursed in his heart that thief folding fan. The style is exactly the same as the one in your hand. Wouldn't you know the killer move he hides?
"Could it be the poisonous poison in the hands of those Miao villages in southern Xinjiang, but I haven't heard any movement in the city recently..." Taoist Shuangxuan did not look at Lan Wuqiu, lowered his head and pretended to think before he murmured.
"This matter needs to be discussed in the long run. By the way, I heard that the temple master got a long sword some time ago... Wuqiu boldly wants to ask the temple master to give me a taste." Although Lan Wuqiu's voice was still as lonely as before. , but the sound became a little heavier.
"What does Brother Lan mean by this? Could it be that even I have to be suspicious?" Taoist Shuangxuan suddenly raised his head and looked at Lan Wuqiu, with a hint of surprise and confusion in his eyes.
"The master of the temple must know that I have no such intention. Wuqiu has been crazy about swords for half his life. In the past, there were almost twenty-six swords made by Wuqiu at Sword Making Peak. Now I just heard that the master of the temple occasionally got a unique sword. Sword, I just want to see him..." Lan Wuqiu said with his hand in hand, with a slight apology on his face as if he was apologizing for his reckless words just now.
"Sigh...Brother Lan, I should be sorry. It's because I missed my nephew Ying so much that I didn't think of Brother Lan's good intentions. Just let me do whatever I want." Taoist Shuangxuan said, then stood up and looked at Lan Wuqiu, with his left hand Tuo Fuchen made a gesture of invitation, and then walked behind the screen in the inner hall.
After the two of them walked into the screen, they saw a snow-white long sword placed under a hanging statue. Both the scabbard and the hilt were extremely exquisite in workmanship. Just laying there, you could feel the charm of the long sword. Extraordinary.
Taoist Shuangxuan approached and pulled up the sword, turned around and handed it to Lan Wuqiu. The latter held the sword in both hands, holding the middle of the scabbard with one hand and the hilt with the other. It was dimly lit behind the screen in the inner hall. , but could not hide the fanatical look in Lan Wuqiu's eyes.
The hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled slightly. He looked up at Taoist Shuangxuan and saw that he nodded and said nothing to stop him. Lan Wuqiu swallowed his saliva and his eyes shone. His middle-aged face seemed to be a few years younger. Years old, and then the sword was half an inch out of its sheath.
Under the candlelight in the inner hall, the sword that had just been unsheathed flickered with the light brought by the candlelight. Lan Wuqiu's eyes were filled with uncontrollable surprise at first, but then he quickly returned to normal, and he easily put the sword back into his hands. He put it into the sheath and handed it back to Taoist Shuangxuan.
"It's really a good sword. If the master can get this good sword, his strength will definitely be improved to a higher level. In the future, his reputation will be even better than before," Lan Wuqiu said with a smile.
"That's so good! I got this sword by chance, and I can use it more easily..." Taoist Shuangxuan also stroked his beard and smiled after hearing this, and his heart calmed down.
"The sword should be paired with a hero! The master is the leader of our generation in the world. Now the situation in the world is turbulent. Only with the martial arts and weapons in hand like the master can we improve together, can we resist the Lingnan Slaughter Sect together." Lan Wuqiu said in response, his words couldn't help but start to get excited.
"As it should be, Brother Lan is so complimentary." Taoist Shuangxuan said while stroking his beard and smiling, carefully placing the snow-white sword back under the hanging statue.
Then the two of them left the inner hall of the Star Celestial Temple together.
