In Guyue Sword Shop, on a street near Dragon Slaying Platform, Yan Liulang led his troops and beat the private soldiers in black back step by step.
The two sides were engaged in fierce street fighting.
"It's not good, Brother Yan!"
Suddenly, a subordinate shouted in panic from behind.
Yan Liulang chopped down one person with a dry knife and retreated temporarily under the cover of his brothers.
Arriving at a safe place in the rear, he grabbed the shoulder of the subordinate who came to report, frowned with blood-stained brows, and asked urgently:
"What's wrong? Weren't you asked to lead people to follow Mingfu quietly? To stop Mingfu from doing stupid things, why did you come back on your own! Where is Mingfu?"
The subordinates cried sadly: "Mingfu, Mingfu and the others are gone!"
"What do you mean?!" Yan Liulang's eyes widened, and the knife fell to the ground with a clang.
"Mingfu led his brothers to lurk up the mountain, carrying shark oil and preparing to blow up the sword furnace halfway up the mountain. However, I lost track of my men halfway, and they seemed to have disappeared out of thin air..."
Yan Liulang suspected that he heard it wrong: "What do you mean disappearing out of thin air?! More than a hundred people disappeared out of thin air? You should make it fucking clear!"
The subordinate was talking, as if he was thinking about how to describe the encounter just now. Suddenly he remembered something and lowered his head in guilt:
"Miss Ah Qing also followed."
"What did Ah Qing do in the past? Didn't she ask you guys to take good care of her?"
There was a fierce battle on the front line, and bad news was being thrown out one after another. Yan Liulang felt as if his head was about to split open as if it had been struck by a knife. He asked in shock:
"She won't follow the large army and go to the Dragon Slaying Platform to save her brother?"
The subordinate shrank his head:
"I don't know... Miss Ah Qing followed us secretly, but she rushed directly to Mingfu and exposed us.
"Mingfu originally refused to allow Miss Ah Qing to follow, but Miss Ah Qing held a bag of oil paper in her arms and cried sadly, saying that she wanted to go with Mingfu to take revenge. Mingfu was silent for a while and agreed that she would follow. .
"Then the Ming Mansion turned around and asked those of us who were following to go back and support you, Brother Yan.
"My subordinates thought that since Miss A Qing was here, the Ming Mansion would not risk their lives together, so they took the people back a little way. However, they remembered Brother Yan's instructions halfway and were still uneasy, so they quietly sent people to go again. Follow, the result...
"No one was seen again. Ming Mansion and the others were carrying more than a dozen barrels of Burning Sky Shark Oil, and they seemed to have disappeared out of thin air."
The subordinate whispered in a panic.
Yan Liulang wiped his bloody face fiercely and looked north at the flame-out sword furnace halfway up Xiaogu Mountain, which was as calm as water but revealed some indescribable evil.
"Ming Mansion...Miss Ah Qing..."
The blue-clothed catcher stared blankly. At one moment, he suddenly covered his ears with his hands and bowed his waist, as if in fear. The next second, a shocking loud noise suddenly appeared.
…
Liu Zian and his men stopped cautiously in front of the sword furnace room halfway up the mountain.
All the private soldiers in black clothes borrowed from Boss Li were left at the foot of the mountain by Liu Zian to resist the thieves who attacked the sword shop.
Liu Zian came with only Liu Zilin, Liu Fu, and a group of Qingyi slaves who were direct descendants of the Liu family.
Liu Zilin and Liu Fu took the order and led several slaves in Tsing Yi to act as the vanguard to enter the house to investigate.
Liu Zian waited on the lawn outside the door for a while.
There were no unexpected noises coming from the house, but Liu Zilin and the old gentleman’s brief questions could be heard behind the door:
"Where's Liu Zian?"
"Second brother is outside the door, let me inform you..."
"Just tell him to come here. The sword is in the box and ready. Just wait for him."
"yes."
A few moments.
The door was pushed open.
After Liu Zilin, Liu Fu and others checked around, they walked out of the door with a serious look on their faces, nodded tacitly to Liu Zi'an, and stepped aside to give way.
Liu Zian breathed a sigh of relief.
He waved his hand to signal his servants to guard the door.
He couldn't wait to get into the house.
Liu Zilin and Liu Fu followed him into the house.
The inside of the house is a bit dark compared to the outside, so you have to squint to get used to it.
As soon as Liu Zian stepped through the door with his right foot, his eyes were completely attracted by a wooden sword box lying on the table in front of him, and he couldn't help but open his eyes wider.
Next to the table, in front of an open sword-making furnace, the old sword-smith sat in a rocking chair, raised his head and took a sip of rice wine. The hand holding the wine jar raised his little finger and casually pointed at the Mohist sword box on the table.
Without saying a word, Liu Zian rushed to the table and stroked the box body from top to bottom with both hands. It felt cold and smooth to the touch.
His breathing became heavier.
Liu Zian couldn't wait to open the sword box and inspect the tripod sword.
When the old swordsmith saw this, he laughed and shook his head.
There was only a "click" sound, which seemed to be the sound of pulling the trigger. The sword box opened and the interlayer was exposed.
Liu Zian looked at it expectantly, but for a moment, his face was stunned.
The sword box was empty.
Suddenly there was a slight sound of a door closing behind him.
Liu Zian's expression changed, and he quickly turned around to run, whispering: "Let's go..." As soon as he uttered these two words, he turned around and was pulled into Liu Zilin's arms intimately.
"Second brother." Liu Zilin's voice was warm and cordial.
"Uh..." Liu Zian slowly lowered his head and stared at the dagger on his chest and ribs that had reached its hilt.
Liu Zilin put his head close to Liu Zian's ear and whispered: "This sword was given to you by my eldest brother."
Liu Zian covered his chest with his hands, a look of disbelief on his face.
He exerted force with his right hand, trying to pull out the dagger that penetrated his body and sent chills to his heart.
But the hilt of the sword was held firmly by Liu Zilin.
For a while, I couldn't pull it out.
Liu Zian's eyes gradually widened, reflecting the instant scene of Liu Zilin taking out a tablet from his sleeve.
At this moment, the third young master of the Liu family and Liu Zian were still hugging each other face to face. He placed his eldest brother's memorial tablet on the table, straightened it, nodded and said:
"Second brother, the eldest brother is not here. You are the oldest in the family. I listened to you and cooperated with you to avenge the eldest brother."
"You...bastard...Liu Zilin...you hide so deeply...bastard..." Liu Zian raised his right hand with veins popping out and poked Liu Zilin's nose.
Liu Zilin didn't hide at all, stared down at the trembling fingers in front of his nose, and shook his head:
"No second brother can hide it deeply. It is the second brother who teaches well through words and deeds."
Liu Zian closed his eyes as if in despair. In the next moment, his left hand dropped to his side and he suddenly raised his sword.
But the next second, he found that there was an old wrinkled and rough hand on the back of his left hand holding the handle of the knife.
Press and hold firmly.
Liu Zian couldn't draw even an inch of the blade.
He looked up sharply.
What caught my eye was a familiar lame steward.
At this moment, Liu Fu and Liu Zilin stood in front of Liu Zian.
Liu Zian was stunned on the spot.
What made his face full of bewilderment at this moment was not Liu Fu's sudden betrayal, but... Liu Zian was unable to move at all as Liu Fu gently pressed the back of the hand holding the sword hilt.
An external spiritual energy completely locked up his fragile meridians and dantian.
"Liu...Liu Fu, you...you are a Qi practitioner!?"
Liu Fu looked at him coldly and said nothing.
Liu Zilin gently patted Liu Zian's shoulder:
"Second brother, don't move around. It's wasting time. Everyone is queuing up. Third brother, I finally got the first spot from Mr. Wei. Second brother can help me."
Liu Zian turned his head sharply and stared at Liu Zilin with a pair of round eyes: "No, you are also practicing..."
"Pfft" a muffled sound.
Liu Zian choked on his words because Liu Zilin had already taken another dagger from Liu Fu's hand and cut into his chest like a silver spoon sinking into hot cheese.
"This second sword was given to my second brother for my father and my father's porridge shed."
Liu Zilin asked with a friendly smile: "Second brother, do you remember my father's porridge shed now?"
"Uh uh... you..."
Liu Zilin smiled and snorted, and raised his hand to the side. A lame steward once again handed over a dagger.
Liu Zian added another sword hilt to his chest.
"This third sword was given to my second brother by the ancestors of the Liu family in Longcheng."
Liu Zilin put his arm firmly around Liu Zi'an's shoulders, supporting the latter's bleeding and seriously injured body in disguise. Face to face, he sighed and asked:
"Third brother, I am deeply afraid that second brother will run away too fast and forget his ancestors. Does second brother remember now?"
On the rocking chair nearby, an old swordsmith was drinking rice wine and watching the scene unfolding in the room with great interest.
"Liu Zilin Liu Fu... you... deserve to die..." Liu Zian's face was full of ferocious curses.
But in the next moment, something happened that made him even more stunned and heartbroken.
Liu Zilin, who was face to face with Liu Zian, suddenly stepped aside after stabbing three swords, revealing a scene of people standing in the sword furnace room behind him.
In the sword furnace room, except for the lame steward.
Beside the gate, Wei Shaoxuan stood quietly with a smile and waved his fan leisurely;
Qiu Shenji stood aside indifferently, turning his head to look at the old swordsmith on the rocking chair.
Not far from the two people from Luoyang, on a worn-out bamboo chair, a young county magistrate who was very familiar to Liu Ziyan was sitting in a desolate manner.
Ouyang Rong sat on a stool with half of his buttocks, his arms bent to support his knees. He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, while he rolled his eyes and looked at Liu Zian in front of him with very complex eyes.
Between his lowered fingers, he held a cold dagger.
The tip of the sword was pointed downward, shaking slowly, and drops of blood were shaken off.
Next to Ouyang Rong's chair, there was a beautiful girl with the word "Yue" embroidered on her forehead.
She grasped a dagger with trembling hands, as if someone had forced it in. From time to time, the girl turned her head and glanced at Qiu Shenji, who stood like a hill in front of the door, her eyelashes trembling.
At this moment, Ouyang Rong suddenly stretched out his hand under his sleeve and silently grabbed Ah Qing's small fist holding the knife.
The girl's small body was closer to him, which slightly relieved the fearful trembling all over her body.
In addition to the four people above, there was also a female figure that made Liu Zian widen his eyes.
Sister-in-law Xu.
I saw this middle-aged woman with disheveled hair and a dull expression. The pale hand under her sleeve was also holding a sword, and her eyes were fixed on Liu Zian.
This room, which had been searched just now, was suddenly filled with people.
I don’t know whether it was because he entered later or because Liu Zian entered the house in a hurry before. His eyes were all attracted by the sword box containing the tripod sword, and he did not notice the blind spots behind the door...
At this moment, everyone in the room was in different states, but their eyes were fixed on him.
Liu Zian slowly stiffened and turned his head, looking at the scene of enemies in the room, he was speechless, with a look of begging for mercy on his face.
But Liu Zilin had already given up his position indifferently.
Liu Fu was the second to move forward, pulled out Liu Zian's waist knife and threw it away. He took out a short sword and inserted it into Liu Zian's ribs like a random thing:
"Just now, the Third Young Master has given a sword to the Eldest Young Master. Since Second Young Master, you want a sword so much, then I will give the Second Young Master a sword on behalf of His Royal Highness, King Wei, who is far away in Luoyang. Well, I have been in Dragon City for many years, and I am still interested in Wei. His Royal Highness misses you very much."
Liu Fu left the fourth sword hilt, turned and walked away.
Wei Shaoxuan turned his head and looked at the young county magistrate who was captured alive by his adoptive father.
Ouyang Rong slowly stood up from the bamboo chair, as if he had not recovered from his previous serious injury, and walked to Liu Zi'an with some staggering steps.
He lowered his eyes and carefully inserted a dagger into the latter's abdomen and liver area, then turned the hilt of the sword considerately and stirred:
"There is a book that says that if a person's organs are stabbed here, it will be extremely painful, and he will die from the severe pain. I have always been curious whether it is true or not...
"You owe Ah Shan, and one life...is not enough to repay you."
He whispered hoarsely.
Ouyang Rong stepped aside, Ah Qing staggered over, and for the first time, the innocent girl hurt someone with a white blade.
She lowered her head and shook her shoulders, crying in pain as she inserted a sword into Liu Zian's chest intermittently, applying force awkwardly:
"Bad guy, you pay back my brother, you pay back my brother, oooooooo..."
"Ho ho..." Liu Zian coughed up bright red foam and looked at them with a look of pain on his face.
The eldest sister-in-law, Mrs. Xu, came over in despair. The woman's eyes were full of hatred and she thrust the dagger into his stomach.
"You give me back my husband and my child Chuanzhi. They died miserably, and Chuanzhi also died miserably... You don't have to die well, Liu Zian!"
Mrs. Xu stabbed her twice in a row before resolving her grudges. She pulled out the knife once, causing blood to splash on her face. She backed away with blood on her hands, fell to the ground, and ran away like crazy.
Finally, Wei Shaoxuan strolled over, carefully selected a sharp sword, and inch by inch, it gradually sank into Liu Zian's beating heart.
This sword is indeed a good sword. Before the blood has time to gush out, it has already entered without the handle.
These daggers today are actually the letter swords that Liu Ziwen sent to Luoyang as a routine gift to Prince Wei's Mansion.
Except for the last bladed letter sword, which was given to a certain girl with plum blossom makeup by Wei Shaoxuan, all the other letter swords were brought, and during these days, they were all picked up by the sixth young master of the Wei family in his spare time. Sharpen.
So for now, it can be said that all the swords Liu Ziwen gave away have been returned to Liu Zian.
Wei Shaoxuan sneered and said:
"My dearest son, I hate people who are being mean-spirited in front of them, but they don't know enough about it. Well, looking at it now, you do have quite a lot of 'mind-set' right now.
"You get what you want, Liu Zian, do you like swords so much? Then I'll give them to you. The swords are enough."
Liu Zian turned his head stupidly and looked at the old swordsmith watching the show by the sword-making furnace.
"I didn't lie to you just now. The tripod sword is indeed in the sword box, and the swords in the room are indeed ready, but... they are a little too prepared."
The old swordsmith glanced at Liu Zian's chest, which was barreled into a honeycomb, nodded, then shook his head, declining Wei Shaoxuan's invitation with a smile.
"I won't come."
The old man sipped his wine and said calmly:
"Liu Zian, before you asked me what else I like to watch, you forgot to mention that ever since I brought back the sword embryo and my junior brother's head, I have really enjoyed watching the drama of brothers turning against each other, especially those of your Liu family."
As soon as the words fell, the room fell into silence, except for the moans of someone in pain, grief and despair.
"Ah...ah...sword...sword...ah..."
The painful moan became smaller and smaller.
Liu Zilin lowered his head and stood beside Liu Zian, without looking at him, but put his right arm tightly around the second brother's shoulders, holding up his soft body to show the audience.
In the sight of hatred, hatred, ridicule, and cold eyes.
There was a man whose chest and abdomen were crowded with eight sword hilts but with nine wounds. His clothes were soaked with blood. He turned his head stiffly, looked back at the Mohist sword box on the table, and slowly reached out with his hand...
Liu Zi'an didn't close his eyes and lowered his head and arms.
In the end, I couldn't touch the tripod sword.
(End of chapter)
