Chapter 226: The morning sword and the puppet soldier

When the sun sets in the west, Fang Jie left the library, and used to smile at the old man when he goes out, and then walked out of the wooden building full of books. The martial arts academy has already ended, and the students gathered together to laugh in groups of three or three. When they saw Fang Jie, they were slightly surprised. Some people smiled and nodded, while others pretended to turn a blind eye. Fang Jie smiled at the smile, and Fang Jie, who turned a blind eye, would not chase after him.

Those who see it and pretend not to see it seem proud, but in fact they are just signs of inferiority.

Fang Jie went to the horse farm first, fed the red horses himself before leaving. Since he was imprisoned, the red horses have been raised in the martial arts academy because they didn't spread their four hooves for a while, and they looked much fatter. He didn't plan to ride a horse. Since his name became louder and louder in Chang'an City, he prefers to ride a car.

I ride on the street and take too much time to say hello. If anyone ignores me, I will inevitably be scolded as cold and noble.

On the way back to the shop, Fang Jie carefully recalled what Qiu Yu said before. Then he closed his eyes and felt the vital energy of heaven and earth. The breath floated in the air, one by one, very light and ethereal. If he hadn't sensed it carefully, it would be difficult to find the subtle differences. Fang Jie knew that this was because he had only opened his thirty-six qi holes, and the vital energy of heaven and earth that he felt could not be compared with those great practitioners.

But this was a good start, and it was naturally that the hidden dangers in his body had been eliminated. Without the severe pain and coma this time, he would not have known that there were actually a bunch of nausea bugs hidden in his body. Although he had not seen it with his own eyes, he could imagine how disgusting it was from the descriptions of Chen Qingshan and Qiu Yu.

The toxicity of the insects can be imagined if they can corrode the hard blue bricks. These things have been hidden in my body for more than sixteen years, so I'll be afraid of it if I think about it.

When he thought of this, he naturally thought of Prince Zhong Yang Qi. What methods did he use to change his physique that night? Or was his physical condition like this? Yang Qi just took action to suppress those poisons? If it were just the latter, then Yang Qi might know the origin of these poisons.

Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Fang Jie lifted the curtain and ordered the coachman to go to Hongxiuzhao directly. He suddenly realized that the first time he met Yang Qi was in Hongxiuzhao. He could feel that Yang Qi looked at him at that time a little strange. Yang Qi went to see Xihuamei that time, and maybe Xihuamei could know something.

The carriage was running on the flat bluestone road, and sitting in the slightly shaking car made people easily dozing off. Fang Jie squinted his eyes and was about to fall asleep, his hand touched the Chaolu sword beside him. The strong cold air shocked him.

Fang Jie liked this long sword without a scabbard, the more he looked at it. He loved using swords and had no interest in other weapons except for the sword. Children from aristocratic families liked to use spears because the cost of spears is extremely high and a symbol of their status. Ordinary people could not afford it. Fang Jie did not like using spears, because they were too long and not flexible enough. Moreover, they had to study hard and practice hard since childhood to achieve success. People who took the spears for the first time could not exert their power. It would be better to stuff them a wooden stick to help. But the knife is different. Anyone who grabs a knife in his hand knows how to use it. Of course, it is difficult to use it well.

There was a thin layer of water vapor on the sword of Chaolujian. Fang Jie even wondered if it was when the summer sun was strong, and he approached to see if he would see a small rainbow outside the sword. His love for this sword reached the point where he couldn't let go. When he reached the door of Hongxiuzhao, Fang Jie wrapped the sword with cloth, and then held it in his arms and walked into the main door.

It was the evening when Hongxiuzhao had the best business. People in the brocade clothes were all in the brocade clothes, greeting each other warmly. Fang Jie lowered his head slightly and walked in quickly. When he entered the door, he saw the old lame man sleeping on the bench in the corner. He smiled, and after walking over, he placed the sword on the old lame man's chest.

The cold air shocked the old lame man, and he sat up and took a look at Fang Jie, then looked at the things in his arms.

"What's this?"

He asked.

"knife"

Fang answered.

The old lame man frowned slightly, got up and walked to the backyard with a knife. Fang Jie followed behind him. After arriving at the backyard, the old lame man uncovered the cloth and his face changed.

"Chaolu?"

He asked.

Fang Jie asked back: "Do you know me?"

The old lame man's face looked very bad, and for some reason, Fang Jie actually saw a sense of disgust in his eyes. The old lame man looked at Chaoludao carefully, and finally sighed: "Do you know there are three swords and three swords in the world?"

"I don't know."

Fang Jie shook his head.

The old lame man handed Chaolu sword to Fang Jie, found a place to sit down and said, "No wonder, there are still a few people who remember decades ago now. When I was young, there were three precious swords in the world, including Red Sleeve, Chaolu, and Foothing Spring Breeze. There were three precious swords, blood stained, thread throat, and one foot nail."

"These six weapons are the most treasures of the martial arts world. My blood butcher knife... was cut off by the dew-like sword in your hand."

As soon as this sentence was spoken, Fang Jie couldn't help but say in his heart that it was no wonder. No wonder the old lame man recognized it as soon as he saw this knife, no wonder there was disgust between his eyebrows.

"This is an ominous knife."

The old lame man sighed, as if he was recalling some past.

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"Since Chaoludao was born, I have followed six masters in total... You are the seventh one, and the first six are all dead."

The old lame man took a sip of the wine and said.

Fang Jie shook his head: "I am the eighth one. This knife was given to me by Prince Yi. I don't know how many years he has been hiding in his mansion, but he is still alive."

The old lame man shook his head: "If you don't use this knife, what kind of master is he?"

He gave Fang Jie a blank look and said, "The first owner of this sword is Xu Kuangtu, and he is also the creator of this Chaolu sword. This man was originally a blacksmith, and he didn't know where to get a piece of black iron that would never come out of forever. He created a long sword and a short sword. The sword is a Chaolu sword, and the sword is a foot of nail. Later, he exchanged a sword score with a famous Jianghuket. Since then, he has been practicing hard. For fifteen years, the ordinary sword score that the Jianghuket cheated him was actually practiced by him."

"No one knows Xu Kuangtu's original name, but he acts arrogantly and evilly, and the name of this Kuangpu is getting louder and louder. After he came out of the mountain, he challenged martial arts masters everywhere. Unexpectedly, he won consecutive victories. Gradually, the Kuangpu's name of Yidao is gradually known in the world. It is said that he obtained the peerless treasure sword technique by chance. In fact, the sword was made by himself, and the sword score is simply insignificant."

"Later, he was depressed and planned to start a sect, but for some reason, he suddenly went crazy. He held this Chaolu Knife and killed hundreds of people overnight, and the last knife cut his throat. Since then, Chaolu Knife has disappeared, and it was not until more than ten years later. The second person holding the Chaolu Knife and he became famous first, just like Xu Kuangtu, but in the end, he suddenly went crazy and committed suicide after killing people."

The old lame man paused for a moment and continued, "Is it said it is an ominous knife because its first six owners all have the same fate. They first commit suicide... If you listen to me, it is better not to use this evil thing. Although the blood butcher knife I gave you is not as hard and sharp as the morning reveal, it is at least clean!"

"Black iron..."

Fang Jie murmured, and suddenly thought of something.

In his previous life, he knew that the ancients had found meteorites and called them black iron. The metal extracted was much harder than ordinary steel. If this morning sword was also made of meteorite, then there might be some radiation. People who wear swords for a long time ended up being insane, which may be related to this radiation.

However, it can be seen that this knife should not be carried by your side for a long time.

But when he thought of this, he suddenly felt nervous.

Will Prince Yi Yang Yin not know the origin of the Chaolu Dao? He gave the Chaolu Dao to himself, was it really just to win over him?

Fang Jie's mind was overwhelmed, thinking that if the rumors about Chaolu Dao were true, then would he commit suicide after many years of confusion? What was Prince Yi's mind? If he had not harmed people, he had done it on purpose.

Seeing that Fang Jie's face was strange, the old lame man was silent for a while and said, "But this Chaolu sword has disappeared from the world for twenty or thirty years, and maybe it has been in the hands of Prince Yi. It has not seen blood for so many years, and maybe the anger has dissipated. You are sure that you can do not kill people. If the evil spirit of this sword disturbs your mind, it will not be worth the loss."

"I see."

Fang Jie responded and handed the knife to the old lame man and said, "I have to go upstairs to ask about my aunt's affairs."

"What's up?"

The old lame man asked.

Fang Jie thought about the old lame man who might know it, so he sat down and said the poison in his body. He knew that the old lame man would not go around to promote it, so he didn't hide anything. He said everything he should say, and he didn't mention a word of what he shouldn't say. After hearing it, the old lame man frowned deeply, and after a long time he sighed, "Nine out of ten, it's the poison of the southern barbarians."

"When I was young, I personally killed a wizard from the Southern Barbarians. That guy killed a lot of lives. He even dared to openly establish a sect in the Central Plains, saying that he practiced the secret book of corpse ghosts. After practicing, he was invulnerable to the hidden weapons. Many young people fell in love with him and planted poisons. Later, the incident happened, a group of knights from the world came to attack him. Although I was not a chivalrous and righteous person, I also hated this method, so my friends made an appointment and went together."

"That was a very fierce battle. Those puppet soldiers were really invulnerable and difficult to kill. The people in the world suffered a lot of losses at the beginning, and many people died. Later, after I broke through the puppet soldiers and captured the wizard, he could not control the puppet anymore and then won the battle. At that time, the wizard's head was chopped off with my knife... You can't imagine how disgusting it was. The blood spurted out from the wizard's neck was extremely black, and a big centipede that was a foot-long crawled out of the cavity!"

The old lame man seemed to be in lingering fear and continued to say for a while: "Since then, whenever people in the world saw the Southern Barbarians, no matter whether they were wizards or not, they would kill one or another. If they killed more, the Southern Barbarians would not dare to enter the Central Plains again. It is said that the last emperor of Shang Dynasty liked this and raised many wizards in the palace. The prince who finally escaped broke out from the Sui army under the protection of a wizard commander puppet soldiers. But later, the prince named Murong Moe killed the first person after establishing Nanyan. Those puppet soldiers were all thrown into the pit and poured oil on and burned to ashes."

Fang Jie was so impressed that he was silent for a moment and asked, "Do you know how the wizard manipulates the puppet? Did Aunt Xi mention to you, what did the prince tell her at that time?"

The old lame man thought for a while and said, "Although I don't know if the prince mentioned you to Aunt Xi, I know a little about this poison... Do you know that there are three thousand monk soldiers in the Buddhist sect who claim to be unbreakable in golden bodies?"

(PS: Today is the ninth day of the day, which is not easy for a person who is useless. If I don’t give me some motivation, I’m afraid I can’t hold on. It’s quality and quantity, and it consumes all day. The red tickets have not increased much, and there is no reward at all... I’m very proud, you guys are also proud!)
Chapter completed!