The door of the wooden house was opened, and Ye Feifan followed Shiliu and walked in.
The furnishings in the house are a bit simple, but extremely neat... Several ring targets, five wooden bows and some arrows are quietly leaning in the corner.
In one corner, Ye Feifan saw a pile of weapons, including wooden swords, iron swords, broadswords, halberds, etc.
"Please sit down!"
In front of the table, the two of them knelt and sat on the mat.
"What's your junior brother's name?"
"Ye Feifan...you can call me Feifan."
"Um."
Sixteen picked up the purple clay pot on the table, poured a cup of herbal tea and placed it in front of Ye Feifan, followed by someone who poured a cup himself.
Sitting on your knees is a custom among the Sakura Province and tribesmen. When Ye Feifan came here, although he was scolding in his heart, he could only abide by the custom for the time being.
Ye Feifan held the cup and took a small "drink"... slowly put down the cup, looked around, and said in a calm and indifferent tone: "Senior, you like kendo very much."
“I’ve been practicing it since I was little, and it was passed down to me by my grandfather.”
"I admire senior sister's persistence." Ye Feifan opened his mouth without thinking much.
"It's all old news..." Shiliu smiled lightly, but hesitated to speak. He picked up the teacup and sipped the herbal tea.
Neither party spoke, and there was silence for a while.
There were some doubts in his heart, and Ye Feifan also knew that if he spoke first, he would definitely fall into the other party's trap... But he still had things to do, and he couldn't wait too long for the time being, so he could only rush into the trap to test.
"Senior asked me to come here. Is there something wrong?"
Seeing that his junior fell into the trap, Sixteen held the teacup in both hands and slowly put it down. The corners of his mouth curved slightly: "I can feel that junior is worried... maybe I know something."
"Where did you see it?" Ye Feifan was puzzled.
"My junior's hands are always making small movements, and he must be feeling anxious... If I'm not mistaken, you are probably wondering about school matters."
Ye Feifan was stunned for a moment, looked down at his hands that were shaking from time to time, and suddenly understood.
Shiliu played with the tea cup, his eyes were a little unclear, and his thoughts were very difficult to guess.
"What do you want?" Ye Feifan said helplessly. He knew that pie would not fall from the sky, and the other party would definitely ask for something.
People under the eaves have to bow their heads!
"I can feel that there is a lot of hostility in you. It must be coming from there."
Following Shiliu's gaze, Ye Feifan saw Lao Hei and Dahuang, both of whom were lying next to the guitar bag he had put aside.
Guitar bag…
Extraordinary sickle!
In just a few moments, Ye Feifan figured out the whole story.
For people who can feel murderous intent, the identity of the other party will not be simple!
"Yes, that's what my parents left me. It's of great significance... I hope senior sister won't force things on others."
"Junior, you are too nervous. I have never thought about winning someone's love." Shiliu said calmly.
"What does senior mean?" Ye Feifan's eyelids twitched wildly, and he had a bad feeling.
"Since you can withstand the ferocious energy of that thing, you must not be an ordinary person. Why don't you spar with me?"
Shiliu sat upright, with an inexplicable evil intention in his dignity, and extreme madness in his beautiful eyes.
Ye Feifan shook his head, looked at Shiliu apologetically, and said, "I'm not very skilled, and besides, I have something to do now..."
"I know a lot of the school's secrets... If you can defeat me, I can tell you some secrets."
The unfinished words were interrupted. What Sixteen said later made Ye Feifan swallow those words and reorganize new words: "Anyway, things are not too busy. Since the senior is so interested, Feifan will It’s better to obey than to be respectful.”
"You are a good junior of mine if you don't panic when something happens." Sixteen looked at Ye Feifan with bright eyes.
Ye Feifan felt a little uncomfortable and thought of a plan: "But will the noise of our sparring affect my uncle and aunt's rest?"
"I live alone in the manor, and my parents passed away long ago."
When it came to her parents' situation, Shiliu still looked dignified and kind, but there was a haze between his brows.
"Sorry for mentioning your sadness."
"It's okay, I feel a familiar aura from my body... We are all the same kind of people."
Ye Feifan smiled in return, but felt secretly chilling in his heart... This senior named "Sixteen" has terrible insight!
"Since there is no problem, let's get started, please!"
"please!"
The two stood up and walked out together.
Lao Hei stood up suddenly, bit the strap of his guitar bag, and followed out with Rhubarb on his back.
…
The night was dark and the moon was overcast.
Amidst the rolling dark clouds, silence and violence coexist, and the world seems like the eve of a storm, with destruction brewing under the calm...
Outside the wooden house, Ye Feifan and Shiliu stood opposite each other on the grass.
Lao Hei ran to Ye Fanfan, who opened the zipper of his guitar bag and took out an item wrapped in a towel.
Sixteen's nose moved slightly and he said with a smile: "If I guess correctly, it is a fierce sword stained with countless blood!"
"Senior is right."
Ye Feifan nodded, took off the towel and stuffed it into his guitar bag... Lao Hei quickly ran away with the guitar bag in his mouth.
"Sickle?" Seeing the dance music in Ye Feifan's hand, the smile on Shiliu's face disappeared, and his face was full of doubts.
"It was indeed a sword originally. I practiced it for a long time and found that it was too violent, so I recast it."
When it came to the "blood evil" situation, Ye Feifan was also confused... When he got the Extraordinary Scythe for the first time, it was already in the form of a sickle... In order to find a way for the other party, he made up for it according to her wishes. lie.
There was no change on the surface, but Shiliu had no need to deceive himself. Ye Feifan couldn't help but have other thoughts in his heart... Could it be that it was originally a sword?
"Good knife!"
Shiliu felt a little regretful. The current hostility alone showed how terrifying the predecessor of the sickle was... But since the recasting took away more than half of it, the quality would inevitably drop, and she also felt a little sad.
Ye Feifan showed his weapon, and Shiliu also grabbed the scabbard at his waist and pulled out the sword that was longer than the "Extraordinary Scythe".
Compared with Ye Feifan's Extraordinary Scythe, Shiliu's sword was very inferior... Although the blade was shiny, it had no agility at all. Instead, he could see a bit of darkness.
"This is my sixteenth sword since I have been practicing swordsmanship for many years. I hope you won't disappoint me."
When he first heard Shiliu's confession, Ye Feifan's heart skipped a beat.
The sixteenth sword?
After careful observation, Ye Feifan found that the sword was somewhat different. There were many tiny gaps on the blade, which showed the hardships it had gone through... Since it is called the sixteenth sword, what about the other fifteen swords?
Observing Shiliu, the arrogance in him gave Ye Feifan a bold idea!
