There was a "click", an extremely crisp handover sound.
The thick and clumsy sword blade was connected to the sword grid on the handle. There seemed to be a lingering sound in the air, low and vigorous.
After Wei Xingchuan fastened it, he put the horizontal sword into its sheath, fastened the protective ring, and then put the long sword into the sword case.
"Are you sure that Shen Shun is dead?" Wei Xingchuan raised his head and looked at the old man who bowed his head respectfully.
Guo Guan nodded: "His subordinates don't look like they are pretending."
"Where's my snake?"
"There are snake corpses everywhere, but there should be less than five alive."
Wei Xingchuan curled his lips and said with a sneer: "All your hard work is ruined."
"Shen Lie is still alive," Guo Guan said. "If this person leaves here alive, I'm afraid he will continue to bother us in the future."
Wei Xingchuan said a faint "hmm" and said nothing. He handed the sword box to a guard and lowered his head to collect the others.
Guo Guan saw his appearance and said, "He didn't like to meddle in other people's affairs before, but now that Shen Xu is dead here, he won't give up."
"Yeah." Wei Xingchuan responded again.
Guo Guan raised his eyebrows, not knowing what Wei Xingchuan was thinking.
Wei Xingchuan was always scornful towards Shen Lie, and this scornful and disdainful attitude often surprised Guo Guan.
Shen Lie has always been unknown in the world, or in other words, he has a little bit of fame.
However, this reputation is just a family feud. In the dispute between wives and concubines, the so-called legitimate son who was hated by his father ended up becoming a young cousin with a different surname and living under the fence of the Guo family.
But Wei Xingchuan and Guo Guan knew him a year ago, due to their familiarity with him.
Shen Xu and his disciples broke into their world many times, and Shen Lie was with Shen Xu several times.
This silent young man with powerful skills and superb swordsmanship found it difficult not to be noticed.
But in the past year, Wei Xingchuan always felt uneasy every time he mentioned him.
Guo Guan was very puzzled. If Shen Lie could be removed, Shen Shu would not only have his left and right arms cut off.
"Fang Wei should have gone to Shenwei Rock." Wei Xingchuan said at this time.
Guo Guan nodded: "If nothing unexpected happens, we should be here."
"Okay," Wei Xingchuan said, "I hope there are no accidents. I will go to rest later and leave in three hours."
"Yes." Guo Guan responded.
The woman was standing not far from the door, and she could hear all the sounds in the palace.
Except for indoors, the light outside is always dim here. Under the dim yellow firelight, there are only vague outlines of human figures and faces. Except for those who were born and raised here, anyone who has been in such an environment for a long time will inevitably feel depressed.
What's more, there is almost numb killing and slaughter here.
However, now that she could finally leave, the woman felt no joy at all.
She concealed the fact that the girl looked exactly like Qiao Xiyang. I don't know whether she was right or wrong.
Although the girl was ruthless and cruel, and she also killed people without blinking an eye, she really didn't want to get involved in the Qiao family's affairs.
"Ms. Chen." A voice came from the door.
The woman turned around and saw Guo Guan, and said, "Mr. Guo has come out. What did the lord say?"
"Leave in three hours," Guo Guan said, "Go and prepare."
"Okay," the woman responded, and then asked, "What should I do with the things that I can't take away?"
"Don't deal with it."
"Don't deal with it? If they come..."
"The rope bridge on the north side has been cut off by Fang Wei, and the jade base is almost ready," Guo Guan said, "I'll go and get started first."
After that, leave directly.
Chen frowned at the cable bridge in the north. Such a strong cable bridge was not willing to be cut off.
But that’s fine, the Qianqiu Palace opposite should be turned into a deserted grave, and the less people visit it, the better.
But how do they "cut" off this jade abutment?
She really knows too little about this place.
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The frost and snow melted and poured into the river. The frozen bed of the river was also melting. The huge moisture was scattered throughout the mountain stream along with the directionless return wind from south to north.
The cold wind at the wind outlet made people's fingers numb from the cold, and a green lantern was quietly walking on the long slope to the south.
On Changpo Pituo, half of the rocks have not been smoothed, making it extremely difficult to walk.
A total of four people followed Fang Wei. Their steps were not as easy as Fang Wei's. They walked a little slower, about ten steps behind.
The further you go down, the colder the air becomes. In addition to the sound of wind in the mountain stream, there is also the sound of cold iron roaring in the strong wind, and the sound of the rushing water rushing into the mountain stream, with the same momentum as thunder for eternity.
It took all the strength to push open the stone door on the stone wall. The fragrance of flowers in the stone door was fragrant, and the peony under the moon was so strong that it made me choke and make me feel like vomiting. Fortunately, a strong wind rushed in and dispersed the fragrance of flowers, which gave me some relief.
After the four men came down, they followed Fang Wei and lit several lamp holders on the wall.
The road ahead was empty. After the lights on the wall were brightly lit, the peeling paint murals on the wall were also illuminated.
A huge picture of worship from all nations, worshiping Emperor Zhang Chengzong and Ping Chun, the father of Emperor Hong Zhang.
The murals are dull in color and have faded from their former glory. They have become seriously decayed due to the cold and damp weather.
They walked very fast, almost without stopping except for lighting lamps, and walked towards the innermost part of the long road.
As another stone door was pushed open, a huge gust of wind surged in like a mountain and a tsunami. Fang was caught off guard and was beaten back by the fierce force.
The men behind him felt better and hurriedly stretched out their hands to support him.
The surface outside the stone gate is half stone slabs and half an abyss. Dozens of huge iron chains as wide as a person stretch out from the south, criss-crossing in the dim light, and buzzing in the wind.
"Get the torch." Fang Wei said.
One of his men immediately turned around and ran behind him.
There is a huge tall wooden cabinet on the north wall of the stone chamber. Inside the wooden cabinet are torches coated with grease, as well as several small wooden boxes containing flint and ointment jars.
The men came back with the torch and covered it with lantern paper, then Fang Wei walked out of the stone gate holding the torch.
The strong wind roared violently, and he could clearly feel the stone slabs shaking under his feet. He walked steadily and carefully towards the large stone pillars in the middle.
Several of his subordinates stood inside the stone gate, not daring to move rashly and staring at him closely.
"Go and guard the door, two people," Fang Wei turned around and said, "If anything happens, go directly to the agency."
"Yes." The subordinates responded and separated two people to go to the door.
Before leaving, two men went to retrieve the crossbow and concealed weapons from the wooden cabinet.
Only when one of his men turned around did he feel a frightening sense of crisis approaching.
"Who!" He almost blurted out. Before he could raise the crossbow in his hand, the sharp blade went into his throat, and the rest of his words ended abruptly.
The companion next to him hurriedly turned around and swung away the hidden weapon, but was blocked twice by the opponent's long sword. He responded with a long cry and sealed his throat with a sword.
The two people inside the stone gate were shocked and ran towards them without looking back. They immediately raised their hands to close the stone gate.
It was too late, the other party had already strode towards him, and one man drew out the sword from his back to meet him. When he saw the face of the incoming man, he was handsome and beautiful in the firelight, and he immediately recognized it: "It's Shen Lie!"
The companion could not close the stone door alone, so he immediately drew his long knife to help.
The swords clashed for several rounds, and they gradually felt that they were no match.
As the two most skilled swordsmen around Fang Wei, it was the first time for them to find it so difficult.
