"It doesn't matter if you don't believe it. After your father is deposed from his official position, you will naturally believe it." Baili Liancheng smiled slightly and had no intention of proving his identity.
Seeing this, Zhang Yiyang firmly believed in Baili Liancheng's identity, and if he were an ordinary person, he would not be able to escort such a powerful bodyguard as Zi Hua. His face became even more ugly, and he apologized with a smile on his face: "
Look at my eyes, they are blind. I didn’t even recognize you when you were standing in front of me. Don’t take the words I just said to heart. Just think of me as a mean person. I
I'm here to apologize to you, but you must never remove my father from his official position."
Zhang Yiyang was worried that his father's official position would not be guaranteed, so he shamelessly kowtowed on the ground, apologized and begged for mercy in a low tone.
"Okay, Zihua, open his acupuncture points and let him get up. Now that he knows his mistake, let's forget about it. I don't like to push people to a dead end. Besides, his father and my father
They seem to know each other. I once heard my father mention Magistrate Zhang, but this matter cannot affect the friendship between the two old men." Baili Liancheng waved his hand and said in a polite manner.
"If he hadn't been rude, I wouldn't have bothered to hit his acupuncture points. Hitting someone like him would have soiled my whip." Zihua glanced at the kneeling Zhang Yiyang with disgust, raised the keel whip in her hand, and swept the whip across Zhang Yiyang.
His legs were opened, and two acupuncture points were opened.
Zhang Yiyang regained strength in his legs and pushed himself up from the ground. But as soon as he stood up, he rolled his eyes and knelt down again. He said with a smile: "Thank you Mr. Baili for your noble hand. You are really caring and broad-minded."
Generous.”
"Okay, stop saying nice things. The more nice things you say now, the harder you will scold me behind my back in the future." Baili Liancheng snorted.
"No, no, the yellow sky is above and the thick soil is below. I don't dare to scold you in person or behind your back. If I scold you, I will die!" Zhang Yiyang vowed.
Zhao was watching Zhang Yiyang's ugly behavior and felt very disgusted. How could a man do such a thing just to keep his father's official position if he had gold under his knees? If it were him, he would rather die than kneel down for others.
Baili Liancheng listened to Zhang Yiyang's various compliments. Not only was he not happy, but he showed an expression of impatience. He raised his hands and said: "If you don't want to make me angry, just stand up quickly. I don't like people kneeling in front of me to talk."
"Okay, I'll get up right away. Don't be angry." Zhang Yiyang stood up quickly, and there were two pieces of dust on his silk trousers.
"What you did today is too arrogant. I can't stand it. Remember not to be so arrogant when you go out in the future. You are just the son of a prefect. There are many, many people with higher status than you in the world. I have a good temper.
I won't do anything to you. If it were someone else with a bad temper and high status who met you, your head might have moved by now." Baili Liancheng lectured.
"Yes, yes, Master Baili is right. I will definitely keep your words in mind."
"Since you have admitted your mistake, forget this matter today and I will not pursue it with you anymore. But I have to warn you that you must not settle accounts in the future and cause trouble for this little brother or this inn. If you let
I know you are doing harm to them, and I won't let you go easy!" Baili Liancheng warned sternly.
"Master Baili, please rest assured, I will never cause trouble for them in the future." Zhang Yiyang immediately promised.
"That's all I have to say, you can go, I don't want to see you again." Baili Liancheng waved his hand and turned his head towards the broken window, where the hazy moonlight on the horizon could be seen.
"I want to leave too, but..." Zhang Yiyang hesitated.
"But what?" Baili Liancheng asked with raised eyebrows.
"But my father asked me to congratulate your father on his birthday. I'm afraid you will still have to see me. If I do something wrong this time and fail to deliver the gift, my father will definitely blame me, so I won't return it.
No." Zhang Yiyang said with a grimace.
"This is easy to handle. Just keep the congratulatory gifts. I will pass on your family's congratulatory messages to father. You don't need to go to Luoshu Villa anymore. You can go back home now."
"Well, it all depends on your arrangement. I will leave the carriage, and the gifts are all inside. I will take my leave now. See you in the future." Zhang Yiyang no longer had any worries, and crawled out of the inn.
, the seriously injured bastard also quickly followed behind, not daring to stay and ask for trouble.
Baili Liancheng was used to being the master. After Zhang Yiyang left, he naturally began to take charge of the overall situation. He ordered the waiter to tidy up the messy front hall, and sent people to chase the customers who left, so that everyone could come back to spend the night. Finally, he asked the shopkeeper to open two more rooms.
Went up to the room and prepared a banquet.
"Little brother, the battle just now was really dangerous. Were you not injured at all?" Baili Liancheng turned to Zhao Zheng and asked.
"It's just a little skin scratch, it's not serious." Zhao Zheng glanced at the torn sleeve and said with a smile.
"I have the golden sore medicine with me. I can bandage it on the spot for you. After bandaging it, if you don't mind it, you can come to my room and talk about it. I think you are a decent person and I am happy to make friends with you."
The purpose of Zhao Zheng's trip was to celebrate his birthday at Luoshu Villa. It would be great if he could make friends with the owner's son. Moreover, he thought that Baili Liancheng was a good person. Putting aside all kinds of interests, he rushed
You can make friends with this person.
"Being respectful is worse than obeying orders. I am also happy to talk with Brother Baili over wine." Zhao Zheng said, cupping his fists.
"Haha, okay, please come this way." Baili Liancheng pointed to the stairs, went upstairs with Zhao Zheng and Zihua, and entered the upper room arranged by the shopkeeper.
The food and wine are still being cooked, and the table in the room is still empty, which can be used to bandage Zhao Zheng's wounds.
Zhao Zheng rolled up his right sleeve, and there was a light red mark on his arm. Among the injuries he had suffered in the past, it was considered very light. This wound was caused by the sword energy wielded by the knife-wielding dog's leg. At that time, it was only
It scratched the edge slightly, but if it had been hit directly by the blade, the wound would have been much deeper.
Zihua took out a bottle of golden sore medicine and white cloth from the treasure bag on her waist, and came to Zhao Zheng, pretending to help Zhao Zheng bandage it.
"Thank you, I can do it myself." Zhao Zheng shook his head and reached out to receive the gold sore medicine and white cloth.
"Whatever you want, I don't like doing this job anyway." Zihua was also happy and relaxed.
"Sister Zihua, he injured his arm, and only one hand can move. It's inconvenient, so it's better for you to bandage him. You are a veteran, and you must be better at this than others." Baili Liancheng is here.
Said aside.
"Don't put the word "old" on my head, I'm still young." Zihua rolled her eyes at the young master, followed the instructions and opened the lid of the golden sore medicine, and applied it to the wound on Zhao Zheng's arm.
Zhao Zheng actually had golden sore medicine on his body, and he could bandage it himself, but he didn't want to impress others, so he didn't refuse. He looked at his wound, and his eyes naturally fell on Zi Hua's hands.
The jade hands are beautiful in shape, but there are several obvious calluses on the palms, which must have been rubbed on the hands when practicing the whip technique.
"Hey, your pulse is unstable, and your internal energy is strong and weak. What's going on? Are you injured internally?" Zihua touched Zhao Zheng's arm and noticed something abnormal from the pulse.
"Well, I met an enemy a while ago. During the fight, I used a move that hurt the enemy by 1,000 and hurt myself by 800, which caused me some internal injuries." Zhao Zheng nodded and admitted, looking at Zi Huan.
At first glance, this woman has willow eyebrows and red phoenix eyes, and her brows are sinister. She is beautiful yet heroic.
When Baili Liancheng heard that Zhao Zheng had suffered internal injuries, he immediately said generously: "This is easy to handle. We brought the elixir 'Emerald Jade Dew Pill' to treat internal injuries, and it is quite effective. Zihua, please take one for Zhao Xiandi."
, to help him heal."
"Emerald Jade Dew Pill? This kind of pill is too precious. I can't accept such a great favor from you for nothing." Zhao Zheng's face changed slightly and he refused. This kind of pill is a middle-grade pill and is valuable. Both parties just
How could I accept such a gift when we first met?
"No matter whether it is precious or not, it is an elixir if someone uses it, and it is a piece of waste if no one uses it. I brought a whole bottle of this elixir with me when I went out, but I didn't use it even once. I just despised it.
It's a burden. If you can use a few pills, it will help me a lot." Baili Liancheng didn't take this middle-grade pill seriously at all. In his eyes, the value of this pill was as high as soybeans.
There is no difference, let alone one or a few pills, even if you scatter dozens of pills in one handful, you won’t feel bad.
There are second-generation officials and second-generation businessmen in this world, and Baili Liancheng is a typical second-generation martial artist. He was born with a golden key in his mouth. He had all the things that others had worked hard to get in exchange for when he was born, so
I don't know how to cherish it at all.
Although Baili Liancheng did not take the Jadeite Dew Pill seriously, Zhao Zheng could not accept such valuable gifts indiscriminately and still refused them repeatedly.
The two of them, one insisted on giving it and the other did not want it, argued several times. If they continued to argue, they would probably fall out. Zhao Zheng had no choice but to accept it, but in order to feel at ease, he took out a few tiger bones from his body.
Dan, he gave it to Baili Liancheng as a kind of exchange. Seeing Zhao Zheng's resolute attitude, Baili Liancheng made an exception and accepted it, but it was unclear whether he would use this elixir.
Baili Liancheng saw that Zhao Zheng was unwilling to accept favors easily, and never flattered in his words. He was not a person who wanted to be popular, so he took a look at Zhao Zhenggao and wanted to make friends with him even more. Those high-ranking officials, martial arts masters and the like
He knew many, many friends, but there were only a few friends who had Zhao Zheng's appetite.
Zhao Zhengzheng took the Jade Jade Dew Pill on the spot. It was a small green crystal pill with sugar coating on the surface. There was not much obvious feeling after taking it. It seemed that it would take some time for the drug to take effect.
At this time, various dishes were prepared one after another and placed on the table one by one. As a bodyguard, Zihua had a heavy responsibility. She first checked whether there was any poison in the food and wine, and then let Baili Liancheng and Zhao Zheng enjoy it.
The two hit it off and chatted while eating and drinking, and the atmosphere was very harmonious. The two had a lot in common, and they talked most about swordsmanship, followed by dreams. The two of them had exactly the same idea, and both hoped to become a famous person in the future.
He became a famous knight and made an appointment to go out together to do chivalry and kill a few more bandits, robbers or corrupt officials.
During the dinner, Zhao Zheng explained the purpose of his trip, claiming that he had brought several exquisitely carved wood carvings and was about to send them to the owner of Baililian Mountain Villa to celebrate his birthday. Baili Liancheng became even happier after hearing this and immediately expressed his stance
, Zhao Zheng wanted to stay at Luoshu Villa for a few days. Zhao Zheng came here for this purpose, so of course he happily agreed.
The more the two chatted, the more interesting they became. They even kept chatting for most of the night, and still had no intention of taking a rest. Zihua was so sleepy that she yawned and did not want to accompany the two of them anymore. She left midway and returned to her room.
rest.
Zhao Zheng had a lively chat tonight and was very happy. Although it has been more than two years since he traveled here, this is the first time he has made such congenial friends of the same age. This is thanks to him coming to celebrate Baili Lianshan's birthday, otherwise he would not
There is no way to reach this point and meet Baili Liancheng.
In fact, not only Zhao Zheng, but also many people in the world are rushing to Luoshu Villa to congratulate the owner of the village, Baili Lianshan, on his birthday. The momentum is quite huge.
Among this group of people celebrating birthdays, there are people from another villa. This villa is no less famous than Luoshu Villa, and is also one of the "Seventeen Villas".
…
Sword Making Villa, inside the Sword Tomb.
This is a naturally formed cave hinterland. The space is not small. Even if you ride a horse and circle here a few times, you will not feel crowded. The mountain walls in the hinterland of the mountain are rugged and uniquely concave and convex. Some of the stones shine with metallic luster, and they are all
Some metal ores.
In the center of the mountain, a circular platform was manually dug out, and a staircase was built to climb up to the platform. The platform was flat and smooth, with hundreds of swords inserted on it. These swords were deeply inserted into the stone ground, and the sword tips were
Point down, hilt up, and remain motionless.
These swords are all made by skilled craftsmen, and all are of high grade. Swords from the street are not worthy of appearing here.
This is the Sword Tomb, as the name suggests, it is the place where swords are buried.
Some swordsmen have a special affection for swords. After discarding some swords, they will send them here for burial and storage. In addition, some swords that have failed to be cast at the Sword Forging Villa may also be sent here.
Once someone uses it, its life as a sword ends.
It sounds a bit weird to have feelings for a sword and regard it as a life, but in fact it is not. Real high-grade swords all have sword spirits and can communicate with people. They are as alive as living creatures. They are worth it.
Be respected.
These hundreds of swords were stuck on the ground, and a mountain wind blew in through the entrance of the cave, rubbing against the swords and making a rustling sound, as if these swords were communicating privately and telling their own stories.
Among the hundreds of swords, there is one sword that is particularly special. It is located in the center of the platform, exuding a domineering aura and prohibiting other swords from approaching. Within a radius of three feet, there is nothing. There are only some holes left by the swords on the ground, but they are missing.
The silhouette of a sword.
This sword is about one meter long. The proportions of the sword body, hilt, sword grid and other aspects are very standard. What is special is that there is no decoration on the sword, and there is no slightest embellishment. This is very rare for a sword.
You see, even if it is a dirty sword, the blacksmith will carve some patterns on it.
This sword seems to be unfinished and like a newborn child.
In front of the sword, sat a smiling, stooped old man. He was very old, hunchbacked, skinny, and had a bald head. Only a handful of hair had not been eroded by the years. On his head
On the hunchback, he was carrying a huge wooden box that was out of proportion to his body. It was unknown what was inside. In addition, there was a wine gourd hanging on his waist. Even if the lid was closed, there was a scent of wine. It could be seen that there was something in the gourd.
It's all pure nectar.
Anyone who knows a little bit about Sword Making Villa will recognize this hunchbacked old man at a glance. He is the "sword slave" who claims to be the second swordsmith in Sword Making Villa. All the swords forged by him are...
A mid-grade or even top-grade sword.
The sword slave looked at the newly forged sword in front of him with a kind of loving look, as if this sword was his lover.
"You said you wanted to come here to wait for the new master, but when you came, you didn't let your kind come near. You were too temperamental. But that's okay. A high-grade sword is a little temperamental."
"It's a pity that I'm too old for your taste and can't gain your approval. Otherwise, I really want to use you myself. Alas, it's a pity, it's a pity."
"Okay, don't rush me. I will set off as soon as possible and find a suitable user for you according to your requirements. I really can't bear to leave you, so let me see you more before setting off."
The sword slave murmured to himself to the sword, but he could not hear the sword making any sound or giving any response. When he was talking and his mouth was dry, he took off the wine gourd hanging from his waist and took a sip.
Take a bite and then continue chatting.
At this time, another person walked into the sword tomb, walked along the flat path, came to the platform along the way, and climbed up the stairs.
The sword slave did not turn around, he was still staring at this proud work of his life. From the looks of it, even if a naked woman walked behind him, he would not turn around and look back.
The person who came in later was also an old man. He was much taller than the sword slave. He had gray hair and a gray beard, which spread all over his heart. After the warrior's cultivation level is high, he can delay aging, and his actual age is higher.
In terms of apparent age, both of them look so old, so it can be seen that their actual age is even older, probably close to a hundred years old.
The gray-haired old man stood behind the sword slave, staring at the sword with his eyes calm and sophisticated, like the afterglow of the setting sun at dusk.
"Brother, ever since I learned the art from my master, the swords I have forged have never been as good as yours. This has always made me a little unwilling. This time, I finally succeeded and forged this 'Zi Chu Sword'. At least for now
In recent years, this first sword has been the best sword produced in the villa, even the sword you forged can't compare with it." Even if the sword slave didn't look back, he still knew who was coming and remained silent.
After a moment, he said with a smile without looking back.
"You have been losing for most of your life, and it doesn't matter if you win once in a while. But I still want to say that I have been planning to cast a top-quality sword in recent years, so I have delayed the progress of casting an ordinary sword. Otherwise,
How can I let you surpass me?" The gray-haired old man said indifferently. He is the owner of the Sword Forging Villa, named Tie Xuanfeng. He has been dealing with hammers and swords all his life, and he is also the elder brother of the sword slave.
"If you lose, you lose. It's useless to look for any excuse. And only the best sword can surpass this Zichu sword. Even if you forge a top-grade sword, it can't surpass Zichu sword. You and I both know this.
It’s clear.”
"This is not a boast. The Zichu Sword is indeed a good sword. The sword spirit is active, the blade is sharp, and it has great potential. It can become stronger and stronger with the increase of the number of uses. It has already
It's very close to the best sword, but..."
"It's just what?" Hearing this, the sword slave wanted to find fault with Zi Chujian, and he immediately raised his eyebrows. His eyebrows were already bald, and there was no eyebrow at all.
"It's just that Zi Chujian's character is too flamboyant and full of energy, and he insists on determining his user through competition. In this way, it will inevitably cause a bloody storm in the world, and even involve others.
The Sword Making Villa has created enemies for us." Tie Xuanfeng looked a little worried. As the owner of the village, he had great responsibilities, so he naturally considered things more deeply than others.
"So what." The sword slave curled his lips, "I really don't like ordinary people. If they are not amazing and talented people, they are not worthy of using the Zichu sword I forged. I think the same as Zichujian.
, all want to hold an arena competition to determine the most suitable master."
"In the past, all high-grade swords were obtained by those who were capable. At least only seventh-level heavenly warriors could obtain and control them. However, Zichujian had a vigorous personality and was unwilling to recognize older people as his masters, so he only allowed young people to participate in duels.
, As a result, the people participating in the competition must have low cultivation levels, at most around the fifth level. Even if such people get the Zichu Sword, they may not be able to keep it for too long. Sooner or later, they will be taken over by other martial artists with higher cultivation levels.
Take it away. This is also a big problem. You spent many years and devoted all your efforts to forge this first sword. You definitely don’t want it to change hands frequently, right?"
"I have also considered the problem you mentioned and thought of a solution."
"What can I do?"
"As long as whoever gets the Zichu Sword, the Zhujian Villa will officially declare him to be the sole owner of the Zichu Sword. No one is allowed to snatch it away, otherwise he will be in trouble with the Zhujian Villa." The sword slave's eyes were focused when he spoke, showing his sharpness.
.
"Huh, from your tone, it sounds like you are the owner of this villa. Don't forget, I am the owner of the villa. Don't make any decisions on your own. Although Zhujian Villa's status in the world is not low, but
I have always been concentrating on forging swords, maintaining a neutral attitude, and not participating in the fighting and disputes in the world. If you make such a promise, you will definitely bring endless trouble to the Villa." Tie Xuanfeng shook his head and disagreed.
"If you don't agree, forget it. I'm too lazy to ask you. If it doesn't work, after a lucky boy gets the Zichu sword, I will stay with him and be his bodyguard. Who dares to steal the Zichu sword?
I will cut anyone into pieces with my sword."
"It's not a small tone. You say it as if you are the best in the world in martial arts. Don't forget that you are just a seventh-level martial artist. If you are placed in such a huge world, you can't even make a splash. You are already old.
Don’t end up in a bad way just because of a sword.”
"You don't have to worry about my affairs. Even if it's not to protect the user of Zichu Sword, I still want to stay with Zichu Sword and take a closer look at this sword. Before I start to forge a new sword, I won't
I will leave Zi Chujian." A look of infatuation appeared on the sword slave's face again, and he stared at Zi Chujian affectionately.
"That's up to you. You're so old, and I can't use my status as the eldest brother to suppress you." Tie Xuanfeng shook his head, paused, and then said, "By the way, I'm here to ask for more." I want to inform you that the birthday of the owner of Luoshu Villa is coming soon. If you don’t set off today, you won’t be able to make it to his birthday party. Baili Lianshan’s sixtieth birthday will definitely be full of guests and friends, including heroes from all walks of life. Everyone will be present, so it is most appropriate to announce the news of the coming of Zichu Sword on that day."
"Arrived so soon? I remember that it will take more than half a month to arrive." The sword slave was shocked and turned his head for the first time.
"You stayed here with Zi Chujian all day long and lost track of time. In fact, you have been here for seven days."
"Seven days?" The sword slave scratched the last strand of hair on his head, "My dear, it has been so long, it seems that we can't delay it any longer, otherwise we will have to delay the business. Zi Chujian, you are here Just wait for me, I'll set off right away to recruit those powerful young warriors for you."
A light flashed inadvertently on the sword of Zi Chu Jian, as if in response to what the sword slave said. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)
