Although the Yue family belongs to the Xuan Realm, they regard themselves as a first-class family. Loyalty and filial son are the family motto of the Yue family. My grandpa agrees very much with what my grandpa said. Looking at these young people who laugh at my grandpa, my grandpa naturally It is unhappy, which stems from the disapproval of different ideas.
"What did you say?"
"Can you say that again?"
"snort……"
These little guys have received instructions from above. What they want to do tonight is to make a scene. Don't worry about the decency or indecency. The worst they can do is get a beating. When they return to the hall, they will naturally be compensated. So as soon as these people enter The Yue family came here just to make trouble. If they made a big trouble, they would just get a slap in the face. Besides, there were benefits to be gained, so they thought they would let it go.
"Is this the rule of your shamanism?" Grandpa was also very surprised. This was the first time they met, that is, during the negotiation the night before, there was no such chaotic scene. Why did you find this second-rate guy today? Here. Those who make noises and put up rice seedlings are afraid that the world will not be in chaos.
"I am a shaman who is a sect, but there is no such thing as those who do not understand the rules." The shaman saint looked at these people making noises. She knew that these were people from the five families who wanted to save face. After all, the faces of the five families the night before were , it was completely humiliated. Today, I felt that the shamanism was behind me, so I wanted to disgrace the Yue family, so I signaled my subordinates to cause trouble. However, this kind of behavior is disdained by the shaman saint. Simple I mean, I just don't like it.
"That's good, Old Wei, pull these people out and kill them all." Grandpa heard that the shaman saint said that he was not a person of shamanism, which means that he was not a person arranged by the shaman saint, and he was not a shaman saint. That was arranged by the young people of the Five Families, so why should there be any scruples? Just let Butler Wei arrest people.
"Yes." Butler Wei replied from the side. After hearing what his grandfather said, he waved his hand to signal the servants of the Yue family to start arresting people. These servants of the Yue family who took action were all old servants of the Yue family. They were similar to the ancient family-born children, although they were not They were dead soldiers, but their loyalty and skill were also top-notch. These young men of the five families who were making noises were captured by the servants of the Yue family before they could effectively resist.
"Grandma, save me..."
"Master, help me..."
"Second Master, save me, I am Liu Si..."
The members of the five families who were making noises were captured by the servants of the Yue family. They put their hands behind their backs, some were pressed to the ground, and some were lifted up. When they saw that the Yue family was serious about it, they quickly asked for help from their masters. .
"You dare?" Hu Qingmei saw that the Yue family actually took action. The most important thing was that she heard the words of her sister, the shaman saint, and she panicked. Does this mean that the shamanism no longer cares about the five families? So she must stand up forcefully now, firstly to stabilize people's hearts, and secondly to see if the Yue family really dares to take action, and whether the Shamanism really doesn't care about the people of the Five Families.
"Don't you dare? You really think that my in-law's family's sword is unfavorable. You drag it down and chop it off. You dare to cause trouble in my in-law's family. You really don't want to live long." Grandpa glanced at Hu Qingmei sideways and did not take her seriously at all. If the shaman didn't If you come forward, these five families still have some respect in the Yue family, but if the Shamanism comes forward, these servants of the Shamanism will lose all face. Otherwise, how can you deal with the Shamanism? The servants of the Shamanism can play tricks on you, even here. There are three-thirds of thin noodles, but what about shamanism? They are all worshiped by ancestors? The Yue family all washed their necks and waited for death.
Butler Wei waved his hand to the servants of the Yue family, indicating that they should drag him down and chop him down.
"Saint?" Hu Qingmei saw that her sister was really silent, so she could only ask her sister.
"Needless to say, you guys are doing little things behind my back. You should have known that this would happen. The five of you are just obedient and have no role to play behind my back. If you dare to make decisions for your teacher, then you have to Be mentally prepared to bear the consequences." The shaman saint looked at Hu Qingmei and then at the people from the five families. There was no mercy in her eyes, only a strong warning. This could be regarded as a slap in the face to these people and give them a warning. lesson.
Grandpa heard what the shaman saint said and looked at the shaman saint. Unexpectedly, it was originally a bit embarrassing, but it was actually used by the shaman saint. This became a means to beat the five families. Sure enough, he was not an easy person. From now on, the five families will definitely not dare to have second thoughts, and they will definitely obey the shaman saint. Her kindness and power can win people's hearts. Last time, they showed kindness to the cavalry commander Radel, and this time, they used their kindness to the five families outside the pass. It was so good that grandpa couldn't help but take a high look at the shaman saint.
"Old Wei, serve tea." Grandpa walked back to his seat and said to Butler Wei who came back. As for the five family members who were dragged out and making noises, they should still be warm at this moment.
"Yes..." When Butler Wei heard his grandpa calling for tea, he hurried to the water room to prepare. After all, he had to prepare tea for the saints and elders of the shamanism. Without this kind of treatment, just be thirsty when you are thirsty, or prepare your own water to quench your thirst.
"These appetizers are very good, let's serve the main course." The shaman saint looked at the samurai sword killing blade on the long table. This was the purpose of their visit today.
As long as the Yue family can't explain the origin of this killing blade, then the Yue family will still be involved.
"This knife belongs to my in-laws. Since it belongs to him, he must be the one to say it." After my grandfather said this, he looked at my grandfather's own father-in-law, the head of the Wu family.
My grandfather looked at the Samurai I-sword Killing Blade on the long table, gently picked up the sword, held the sword in both hands, and slowly dragged it in front of him, holding the handle of the sword with one hand, and holding the sword with the other. Holding the scabbard in his hand, he slowly pulled the samurai sword out of the scabbard, the sharp blade flashing with cold light. The red, white and black colors on the blade are mixed with each other, as if the blade already has muscles and blood vessels.
"To talk about this sword, we have to start when I first joined the Anti-Japanese War. I gave up writing and joined the army at the age of 21 and joined the Eighth Route Army. This was the trophy of my first battle with the Japanese army. It was the saber of a Japanese colonel. , The family of this colonel is a martial arts family, and this sword was given to him by his family. He was killed by me, so naturally this sword is my trophy." Grandpa looked at the shaman saint, and then at the shamanism Everyone looked proud, this was his youth, his blood, his feelings, and it was his trophy.
"I'm talking about the origin of this killing blade, not the origin of this samurai sword. Any weapon that becomes a killing blade must drink human blood. The appearance of each killing blade means that there are hundreds or even Thousands of people died, come and tell me, how did this samurai sword become a killing blade?" After hearing what her grandfather said, the shaman saint did not accept it, but looked at him with burning eyes, hoping that he could Give her a reasonable explanation. Of course, she hopes that grandpa can't explain it.
After listening to the words of the shaman saint, my grandfather slowly put the samurai sword back on the long table, returned to his chair, sat down slowly, raised his head and looked at the shaman's daughter quietly.
"This knife followed me on the battlefield to drink human blood. Are you satisfied with this explanation?" After my grandfather finished speaking, the eyes he looked at the shaman saint became sharper little by little, and the aura of decisive killing became stronger and stronger. , the killing spirit belonging to the warrior on the battlefield became more and more intense.
