"What's so admirable? It's obvious that Brother Ning can ask, and you can naturally tell it." Lin Manliu glanced sideways at the female scholar next to him and said, and the title also changed to Brother Ning, as if he was addressing Ning Ke again. He said that he would not tolerate you just because you are a woman.
Ning Ke curled his lips and did not reply. He rode his horse forward first, followed closely by Lin Manliu. The two of them didn't say anything on the way, and Ning Ke didn't look back to see what Lin Manliu was doing, as if he was confident that he wouldn't suddenly escape.
...After the two people left, a dozen or so people quickly gathered at the village station. They were all men dressed as villagers, but each of them was extremely strong, and they didn't look like they were having sex in the countryside. Farm work can cultivate a body and bones. Everyone stood respectfully at the door of the inn, but the old man who had just poured tea for Ning Ke and Lin Manliu was sitting leisurely in the inn, spinning Lin Manliu in his hand. The teacup I drank from just now.
"Uncle Qiao, do those two people need to be stopped on the way?" There was a man who was closest to the inn. He saluted the old man and said.
"It has been many years and no one has been here, so let these two people go and take a look..." The man named Qiao Bo just looked at the tea bowl in his hand and kept playing with it.
"What if they discover the secret in the Sword Tomb and the enshrined master knows about it..." The man asked hesitantly.
When Qiao Bo heard this, his expression changed, and he threw the tea bowl in his hand towards the man's knees. When the tea bowl hit the man's knees, it shattered instantly, but the man also fell to the ground and began to kneel on the ground. , using both hands to protect the knee that had just been injured, and seemed to want to scream, but immediately suppressed it.
"Let's not talk about what you said, which family is the worshiper? My Sword Burying Valley disciples only recognize the mountain master. Now that there is no mountain master in the Sword Forging Peak, what does it have to do with my Sword Burying Valley!" Qiao Bo said with a slight anger. He opened his mouth with a thoughtful tone, and his cloudy eyes seemed to be ignited with a little light, looking straight at the man who was kneeling down.
"It's the disciple's stupidity that angered Uncle Qiao..." the man said hurriedly. After Qiao Bo gasped for a few times, he calmed down the anger in his heart. He looked towards the direction where Lin Manliu and Ning Ke were leaving and said: "It doesn't matter if the two little kids entered the sword tomb, not to mention the things inside. What’s the point of the current chaos?”
"So all the disciples who set up ambush on the road will be removed?" the man asked cautiously.
"Withdraw...you should do what you are supposed to do. That kid was very interesting just now. Maybe everyone here has noticed his tricks." Qiao Bo waved his hand and signaled for everyone to disperse.
"Yes!" All the men gathered here responded and then dispersed towards their respective houses. While Qiao Bo was chatting with these unusual men at the inn, the two people on the long journey had gradually seen the valley in front of them. There was light in the valley. Looking towards the direction of the valley from here, they could only vaguely see something. On the rock wall, there are some swords and weapons inserted horizontally, but many of them have been blended into the surrounding vegetation, and most of them are just like a discarded iron rod, inserted randomly everywhere.
"The Sword Valley is buried in front of us. If Brother Lin feels regretful, he can leave now," Ning Ke said from the front.
"Since I'm here, I have to take a look," Lin Manliu said in response. Even though this person said so, if he really wanted to escape, he didn't know what method he had in his hands to deal with him.
After a while, we arrived at the entrance of the valley. This place was so quiet that even birds had never soared in the valley. After wandering outside the valley for a while, they stayed away.
Lin Manliu and Ning Ke tied their horses to a tree trunk together and began to walk into the valley. As they walked deeper and deeper into the valley, there were more abandoned swords on both sides of the road. From the entrance, there were only zero Scattered here and there are some broken swords that don’t even have hilts. What I see now are swords stuck on both sides of the mountain road. If you don’t know that the swords discarded here are all useless swords, you can just pick one out. , can also be used as a handy weapon.
These weapons didn't look like they had failed to be forged, so why were they abandoned here like this? The boy in short shirt carefully looked at the weapons around him and couldn't help but wonder to himself.
Ning Ke, who was walking in front of him, looked around randomly, first at the sword, then at the knife, without deliberately looking at any of the weapons.
"Brother Lin, do you think the two daggers on your body are better, or the randomly discarded weapons here?" Ning Ke suddenly turned around and said, with a bit of mirth in his words.
The young man in short shirt was a little speechless. After entering Sword Burial Valley, the female scholar was not cautious at all. But seeing that she kept looking at him, he could only say aloud: "The short sword I use is good, no matter whether the two swords in my hands are family teachers, relatives or friends." The reason why I give them to each other is because there are all discarded swords in this place, and the one I have in hand is the best."
"According to what Brother Lin said, if the gift is just a child's wooden sword, it will be better than the four swords in the world?" Ning Ke blinked his eyes and continued to ask.
"Brother Yi Ning, it seems that the four swords in the world are so good. The child's wooden sword is again..." Lin Manliu was about to retort, but suddenly there was a movement in front of him. He didn't care about the people in front of him. If Ning Ke noticed it, he immediately hid to the side of the mountain road, randomly found a place with many abandoned swords, and prepared to hide.
Naturally, Ning Ke also heard the movement in front of him. His speed was faster than Lin Man's six, and he immediately dodged where he had abandoned his sword.
After the two people dodged to avoid it, a man slowly walked up the mountain road ahead. His head was covered with a bandage, his entire face and neck, and his appearance could not be seen clearly. He was dragging a strange black object in his hand, which looked like a There is a sword, but there is no blade. There are three long sheathed swords hanging on the left, right and behind the waist.
One sword is as bright as white snow, and the hilt is dotted with a piece of wintersweet petals. Finally, the sword behind the back is very ordinary in style, but the sword body is smaller than the person. If it were not stretched across the back, it might be dragged on the ground. .
The man walked closer, and Lin Manliu finally saw clearly the strange object in his hand. His pupils shrank slightly, because the strange-looking object was none other than the Xia Mingchan in the master's hand, but there was no trace of it in the middle. There are no grooves, just hollows on both sides up to the tip of the sword.
"Now that you're here...then...don't hide anymore," the man said after he stopped.
Lin Manliu and Ning Ke took the initiative to respond to him. Seeing that there was no movement, the man continued to walk forward, and began to mutter intermittently: "It's been... a long time... I haven't heard of a living person." ...Enter this place...You can show up...make a few gestures."
Seeing that the man was almost approaching Ning Ke's position, Lin Manliu began to plan secretly. When the two of them were fighting, he would run away. Evil people will be punished by evil people. Although such behavior was somewhat contrary to his past path. The idea of drawing a sword on the mountain can only be like this. One is a female scholar of unknown origin, and the other is the mysterious sword holder here. What does it have to do with him.
"Since... you don't want to... come out by yourself..." the man said again, but this time before Hua finished speaking, he waved the Xia Ming Chan in his hand, which was unknown whether it was real or fake.
As Xia Mingchan swung her hand between the abandoned swords, Ning Ke was forced to appear and jumped up. She did not expect the accompanying young man to help at this time. The folding fan in her hand unfolded on its own and she moved forward. With one swing, it ejected from the folding fan, and several silver needles instantly pierced into the man's body.
"You brought so many swords out, do you want to sell them?" Ning Ke stood up and said with a smile. He had recently played with the folding fan that he got from a disciple of Wenjian Lake. He was very skilled in playing with it. The shot just now was quite satisfying.
The silver needles in this folding fan are designed to quench poison. After some modifications by Ning Ke, the people hit were either dead or injured.
"Ask the Sword... Lake" But the man only hesitated for a moment, then continued to shout in a low voice, and slowly began to look at Ning Ke, who was not far ahead.
Ning Ke took a step back unconsciously, cursing in his heart, is this still a human being... Why hasn't the poison he tempered taken effect yet? During the period of Ning Ke's hesitation, the masked man walking with his sword in hand, He twisted his head, making a crisp sound of bones twisting, and his lips trembled as if he was saying something, but no one present could hear it clearly.
"The soldiers of the world...all came out...to forge sword peaks, and the soldiers of the world...all broke...and buried them in the Sword Valley."
When the two were still ten steps away, the man suddenly rose up, and Xia Mingchan in his hand was raised above his head. He was about to chop in front of Ning Ke in an instant. Lin Manliu gave up the idea of escape, and instantly pulled out the Shan Ye from his waist. OK, throw it at the masked man.
The sword power flies to Guluan! Without waiting for the outcome of the trip to the mountains, the young man in short shirt also appeared, casually picked up an abandoned sword beside him, and rushed behind the man. The Xia Mingchan in his hand was either an imitation or the finished product of his master. The previous broken sword must not be easily used at this time. Spring Chuangdie.
When Shan Yexing was about to spin to the neck of the masked man, the man actually twisted his body in the air, and with his free hand, he directly pulled out half of the long sword from behind, blocking Shan Yexing, and then the man's entire body The shape then fell directly into a pile of abandoned swords.
The moment he fell into the abandoned sword, all the abandoned swords around him shattered, and some of the unbroken blades were then shattered into pieces by Xia Mingchan's wave in his hand.
After the masked man stood up, he turned his head and looked at the boy in a short shirt, watching Lin Manliu reach out and take Shan Yexing back.
He spoke again: "Fei...Gu Luan?" But this time his tone seemed to be filled with questions.
Ning Ke, who didn't mind the matter at this time, suddenly spoke up and said: "Okay, Brother Lin deceived me before and didn't know about the affairs here. Now he can use the Sword Peak Sword Strength with one hand. It's still better as Brother Lin taught him before." He said There was no blame in the tone, it was more like a joke. After all, if Lin Manliu didn't help him just now, if he wanted to fight the masked man alone, his chances of winning would be too low.
"Brother Ning, thank you very much." Lin Manliu said directly without being polite.
"The sword behind him seems to be an imitation of Gaojun. Don't worry about the other three swords. They may be imitations of the other three swords. Although they are just imitations or broken swords, they are after all made by Sword Forging Peak. Brother Lin will defend the enemy from now on." , be careful," Ning Ke reminded.
Lin Manliu responded, then lifted Shan Ye Xing with his left hand, holding an abandoned sword in his right hand, and stared at the masked man who looked at him.
"Anyone who breaks into the Buried Sword Valley without permission will die!" the masked man said in a deep voice. This time, his words were no longer staccato. It seemed that the sword power of the boy in short shirt made the masked man regain his consciousness briefly. His body shape is no longer as sluggish as before.
