Poinsettia looked at him with concern and followed everyone in the military camp. Since Fu Yunge was fine, he could feel relieved a little.
The first priority was to break the situation, and they discussed their final plans as they walked. Poinsettia had previously rushed to the "Jiubang General Camp", the stronghold under Jiuchongquan's control, in order to attack the east and west and weaken the left and right sides, thus cutting off the largest foreign aid force of the Zhaozui Mingbang. After that, he came alone and traveled all the way through the starry night in order to cooperate with the plan of containing Zhaosui Mingbang.
Lest the truth of the Black Rain Swordsman's plan reach Sin Ming State first, they must start taking action as soon as possible.
According to previous discussions, the three military camps that Gongsun Tan reorganized will be targeted at the three major cities of Zhaosui Mingbang. The central military camp general and the hanging lamp monks in front saw the opportunity to launch a strong attack, and cooperated with Zui Chenxiang and others inside to break through and fight back.
The other two military camps will respond immediately after the central battle begins, with the purpose of cutting off the support channels of the auxiliary city. Due to the huge disparity in military strength, Poinsettia, as the heaviest weight, will make up for the numerical gap to the greatest extent.
Everyone walked to the camp and the arrangements were basically finished. There was no objection to each other, so Fu Yunge proposed to take action immediately.
Gongsun Tan hesitated for a moment, then raised his head to ask for Poinsettia's opinion.
Poinsettia nodded: "Everything is ready, there is no need to delay it any longer."
After receiving approval from the two of them, Tan Gongsun took a deep breath and showed a solemn expression.
"Then please, come with me." He turned around and walked around in front of the two of them. "Use the best carriage, and I will take you to the battlefield at the front immediately."
Poinsettia and Fu Yunge nodded at the same time.
Not long after, riding on the dust under the dawn, flying horse hooves carried everyone galloping towards the front of the road.
Lang Chenyan and Tumi were also on it, although Fu Yunge had suggested that Tumi wait in the rear military camp. But she didn't agree at all and insisted on going with them, saying she didn't feel at ease staying behind.
The curtain of the car window kept shaking, but the bumpy feeling was not that strong.
It is indeed the best carriage according to Gongsun Tan. Fu Yunge was thinking wildly. Although it was about to start, his thoughts at the moment were still in a trance and could not concentrate.
Tumi sat by the window, and she stretched out her hand to roll up the light-blocking curtain. Suddenly the faint light from the mountainside shone in, and the spacious carriage was filled with warm warmth.
Poinsettia was also thinking deeply, but when he saw Fu Yunge's empty back and waist again, he remembered that he had almost forgotten something important.
Behind him this time, he carried two sword bags.
He looked at Fu Yunge who was distracted and raised his hand to touch the hard sword box in the sword bag behind his back. What was in the box was not his Red Plum Sword. He slowly untied the rope buckle and took off the sword bag.
"...Yunge." He thought for a long time before spitting out this nickname.
Fu Yunge suddenly came back to his senses when he heard it, and Tumi next to him was also surprised and opened his eyes wide.
Then, what entered the eyes of the two people was the snow-white sword bag, with the ropes hanging down at the four corners, lying flat in Poinsettia's hand.
"Master, this is..." Fu Yunge was a little shocked. He looked at the bag in front of him and stopped thinking about the nickname.
Lang Chenyan, who was dozing next to Poinsettia, also straightened up and looked over.
Staring at the bag in front of her, Poinsettia no longer hesitated and took off the outer cloth, revealing the shiny black sandalwood box inside.
"This is a weapon given to you by my master." Poinsettia raised her eyes, looked at the unarmed Fu Yunge, and smiled faintly, "The road in Jianghu is dangerous, and with this sword by your side, it is more or less safe. ."
Looking at the master's appearance and the majestic aura of the black wooden box, this sword should be something special.
Fu Yunge took a breath and took the box with both hands. Tumi leaned next to him, wanting to see what kind of weapon it was.
He stretched out his fingers to unlock the gilded lock, and slowly opened the wooden box.
Suddenly, a cold spring-like fragrant mist flowed out, influenced by the cold light. Just like the ethereal ancient pines, the heavy white mist reveals a bronze-like soft light under the dawn light, which is otherworldly.
Soon, the white fog cleared.
The long sword in the box disappeared for a moment, and clear light shone all around.
The blade of the sword shimmered, with ancient inscriptions and seals in it. The cold light flowed down the tip of the sword like a waterfall and poured into the sword's tandem. The simple hilt is like a dead branch containing the moon, exuding the agarwood fragrance of ancient vines.
"Ah..." Fu Yunge and Tumi were both shocked by the sword in front of them, and they were so amazed that they didn't know what to say.
Poinsettia looked at the two of them and said from the side: "This sword was painstakingly forged by a good craftsman from the lower world. It is definitely not comparable to ordinary swords."
Lang Chenyan could also see some clues from the side, and he also nodded slightly in approval.
Fu Yunge stroked the cold sword body, raised his head and said with great sincerity: "Thank you, Master, for giving me the sword!"
He thought of the life and death battle in Lanyun Pavilion before. At that time, when facing Xiao Wu, his biggest disadvantage was the weapon in his hand. If Tumi hadn't thrown a stone, he might have perished.
He really has been lacking a handy weapon. Unexpectedly, the master had already thought of it for him and gifted him such an impressive weapon.
His gratitude is almost beyond words.
Poinsettia looked at his expression and smiled lightly.
Gaze at the thin silver edge around the sword's blade, which is the last bit of the Heart Lake meteorite iron.
"By the way," he suddenly thought, "this sword has not yet had a name. You are its sword master, so give it a name."
Hearing this, Fu Yunge lowered his head and examined the sword carefully.
He had a lot of emotions in his heart. Along the way, he...
"Piaomiao Sword! How is it, isn't it great?" Suddenly, Tumi next to him shouted.
When she interrupted his deep memories, Fu Yunge originally wanted to make it more touching, but he didn't expect that he would be discouraged.
"Piaomiao... not bad." Rarely, Lang Chenyan agreed.
Poinsettia looked at the sword, then at Tumi, and finally returned her gaze to Fu Yunge, as if waiting for him to make up his mind.
Fu Yunge felt a little dumbfounded in his heart. It was indeed okay, but his sense of ritual was simply chipped away.
Sensing the master's gaze, he raised his head and agreed simply: "That's fine. Piaomiao Sword will be its name from now on."
Poinsettia then agreed graciously. He watched Fu Yunge put the sword back into his sword bag and tie it carefully behind his back. He glanced at Tumi next to him out of the corner of his eye.
He had never seen this child before. Seeing her talking intimately with her disciple, it's hard not to imagine their relationship.
Thinking about it, Poinsettia curled up her lips, and a comforting warmth flowed through her heart.
The carriage carried several people, and the flying wheels rolled through the yellow dust, rolling up misty smoke all the way.
The sun is rising slowly, and the trees along the road are as beautiful and bright as the green cladding of the mountains.
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