The two siblings of the Ling family are considered to be Bai Dao's face, and Ling Shu is the gangster, but with her age and qualifications, it is difficult to support her to be the real leader. Even in the Lingchen, she is supported by several elders, so she can do things smoothly.

Ling Shu is still in the stage of understanding, and the focus is on the current distribution of gangster forces. In the old martial arts era, she only knew things, not people. Anyway, those people either died or retreated, so there was no need to understand them.

What's more, there are a few others next to you. The elders have advised you not to tell others about those things. Although Thirteen is now telling them by yourself, the young people don't care about their own affairs whether they know or don't know the secrets.

Ling Shu smiled and said, "Senior, since he calls himself Thirteen, he may not want to reveal his real name, but Xiaoshu still has to ask, maybe he has heard of it from some elder."

Thirteen waved his hand and said, "The names are all floating clouds. Lin has been living in seclusion for many years. This time he went out just to talk to old friends in the past. He would continue to go back after walking around. After all, the world of the world is the world of your young people. Old people like me have been eliminated."

"So did the senior sneak into the Ling family's giant ship to sabotage just to find my third uncle and then kill him?"

"Oh, Miss Xiaoshu misunderstood. We rushed onto the boat in a hurry when we heard that your brother was kidnapped. We didn't expect to encounter so many messy things, and my third uncle was not killed by me, it was this kid."

Thirteen simply pushed the matter to Huang Guiyun, but he was still confused now, and he didn't even know how to kill He Zhuzhi. So the young man had to take the blame even if he didn't take the blame. He could only choose to avoid Ling Shu's eyes and avoid it.

"Actually, Miss Xiaoshu, we accidentally got your brother's Martial God Sword. But that guy was too impulsive and had not had time to let us explain, so we jumped off the cliff and were chased by others, so we took the initiative to run to the giant ship to return the Martial God Sword. I heard that something happened to your brother, and he was desperate to save people... In the world, multiple friends are better than multiple enemies."

"My brother... he usually has a good temper."

Although Ling Shu had fewer chances to meet with Lingchen, she went out to sea with the giant ship this time. Although there was no touching scene of a brother and sister recognizing each other, she did not act like a violent person when she saw him.

The family has also been working hard to train them to become positive characters in the early morning, so how could they do things like massacre of the city?

Thirteen twisted his face and covered his chest with a bitter expression, "What's the point? When I met, I took Lin off the cliff. If it weren't... I was so lucky that I caught the vine halfway and survived. I turned around and wanted list again. Lin was chased for half of the pasture before I could eat a bowl of noodles, and Ah Huang, look at that young man, such an honest man, surrounded by more than a dozen people, if it weren't for the Martial God Sword... I almost..."

This bitterness was filled with righteous words, righteousness, and no lies. Of course, all the key information was automatically blocked by him.

When Thirteen mentioned the Martial God Sword again, his face suddenly became extremely serious and he asked in a solemn voice: "Ah Huang, do you have the urge to chop people when you hold the Martial God Sword?"

"Ah?" Huang Guiyun was suddenly asked, and he didn't realize what was meant in Chapter 13.

"Hiss, the literary saying is that there is a rush of blood in the chest that cannot be suppressed, and then you will have a temper at any time, wanting to curse people or chop off a few people to vent your anger."

Huang Guiyun closed his eyes and recalled the impulsive actions he had before, which were indeed somewhat similar to what Thirteen said, but he didn't know why his senior asked this. He looked hesitant and thought for a while before nodding.

Thirteen suddenly realized, "Ah, if this happens, things will be clear. Although I don't know if the martial god sword brought back in the early morning, that sword must not be a magic weapon, but a fierce soldier."

Swords are called gentlemen because literati thousands of years ago like to wear swords, but those swords are used for decoration. Most of them have never seen blood in their lives. Therefore, thousands of years later, people can appreciate the atmosphere left by the original owner on the sword.

After seeing a sword of blood or other magic weapons, their spirituality gradually becomes fierce, making people afraid to look at it directly. Some weapons will even affect the mood of the holder. No matter how gentle the temper is, it will become tyrannical.

Such things are not uncommon in many stories. Some people can suppress the fierceness of weapons so that they can use them freely. As for those who cannot suppress them, they will lose their minds and become bloodthirsty and easy to kill.

Thirteen shook his head and told the story about the fierce soldiers, and then paused: "I have seen some fierce soldiers before. Although the people who use fierce soldiers are not necessarily bad people, they are all powerful people, both physically and mentally extremely tenacious. You young people are too impetuous and can easily be affected."

"Ordinary weapons must not become ferocious soldiers, so even if people know that those weapons are very dangerous, they still can't bear to throw them away and try their best to study methods to control them. The easiest way is to feed the sword with blood and integrate themselves with the weapons."

It is still unclear whether the Martial God Sword is considered a fierce soldier. However, judging from the fact that one sword kills three thousand, the Martial God is bound to have human lives. Most people in the martial arts world will never be able to kill three thousand people in their lifetime, not to mention that the Martial God’s lives are definitely more than this number.

Maybe the Martial God Sword is fine in the hands of the Martial God, but it does not mean that it is fine if others use it.

Huang Guiyun said carefully: "Uncle Thirteen, then I... the things I had before were all because of..."

Thirteen touched his chin and shook his head and said, "Thirteen is like this, otherwise you, a young boy, would have dared to shout with Lin? If you didn't think you were honest, Lin would have slapped you to death."

Wan Li Xinkuan's brows, which had been frowning for a long time, stretched a little: "According to this, it is a good thing that the Martial God Sword falls into the sea."

"It's so good. Oh, Ah Huang, you don't have to worry too much. Everyone will definitely forget about this in two months, and life will be pure by then."

Thirteen had also experienced the experience of being chased by someone with a strange treasure. After joining Daxue Peak, he hid in that barren land for more than half a year, carefully hiding from all over the place and returning to Yangzhou. As a result, people had long forgotten the young man wanted by a high bounty.

Thirteen said: "But in the early morning, Miss Ling Shu still needs to help explain. You saw the Martial God Sword falling into the sea with your own eyes, so it is more convenient to explain."

Ling Shu looked embarrassed: "But my brother and I... I don't know where my brother went."

Thirteen said enthusiastically: "It's okay. Let's go to your house to sit first. Wouldn't it be enough to wait until the early morning. I guess Miss Ling Shu has also spent the worst night of her life, so she has to wash and change her clothes and eat a full meal, right? These fish can be eaten now."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!