Sixteen plates of dishes exuded a lovely aroma, but the two people who ate did not take a few bites. They were more drinking.
Wine is a celebration drink, so of course you should drink to celebrate when you encounter a happy event.
There were two people drinking, one old and one young. The old one was Ye Zhiqiu, and the young one was Kong Yunjie.
During the day, Lingchi executed Qin Xing, which eliminated the major worry for the master and apprentice. That night, the two of them set up a banquet and toasted to celebrate.
Once Qin Xing died, no one in the world knew what they were doing secretly. Even if others heard Qin Xing's testimony, they wouldn't take it to heart. Who would believe what a prostitute said? Who would?
Do you believe that a great hero can do such evil things?
No one would believe it, absolutely not.
Ye Zhiqiu twisted the white jade wine glass with his old but very rosy fingers, watching the lighted wine swaying gently, and felt in a daze that the world was like this glass of wine, which he had played with and applauded!
"Master's trick of using a borrowed knife to kill people is really good. If we rely on us to capture Qin Xing, I don't know how much effort it will take. You old man made a little plan and used the power of the Beggar Gang to find Qin Xing and captured him easily.
Come on, it saves us a lot of trouble." Kong Yunjie raised his wine glass and said with a smile.
"It's not so much that the Beggar Gang found Qin Xing, it's better to say that the Beggar Gang forced Qin Xing out. Being targeted by the Beggar Gang puts a lot of pressure on the body, and no one can bear it. Qin Xing is just a greedy person.
A beautiful womanizer doesn't have such a strong will." Ye Zhiqiu said leisurely.
"After getting rid of Qin Xing, we can sit back and relax. After I take care of the trivial matters, we will set off back to the Sun and Moon Palace. We have wasted too much time these days, and our martial arts is almost wasted."
"Going back so soon?" Kong Yunjie asked with widened eyes.
"What? You haven't stayed outside enough?" Ye Zhiqiu asked with raised eyebrows.
"That Zhao Zheng killed me in the ring, almost killing me, and made me make a fool of myself in front of the world. He cut off two of my favorite swords, causing me to lose my good sword now.
All gone. I wish I could eat his flesh alive and drink his blood. If I don't kill him, I will never return to the Sun and Moon Palace!" Kong Yunjie gritted his teeth and said. This is the first time he has suffered such a big loss since he traveled across the world.
Zhao Zheng's murderous intention was even far greater than the murderous intention towards Qin Xing.
"I can understand your feelings, and I promise to avenge you, but not now, but when the time is right. Right now, Zhujian Villa is protecting Zhao Zheng, and the convoy is full of good players, and there is no one who will take action.
Opportunity. Moreover, everyone knows that you and Zhao Zheng have a feud. After killing Zhao Zheng, it is inevitable that someone will doubt you. To be on the safe side, this matter should be discussed later." Ye Zhiqiu Youyou
Advise.
Kong Yunjie actually understood this truth himself, but he was really unwilling to do so. He gritted his teeth and his originally handsome face became sinister and terrifying. He slammed the table hard and said bitterly: "It's really cheap.
If you kill Zhao Zheng, let him live a few more days."
"Don't worry, the matter of revenge will be taken care of by my teacher. It can take a few months or two or three years. I will definitely find a way to help you eradicate Zhao Zheng and avenge his shame. I will also keep him alive until he dies miserably.
"Ye Zhiqiu promised. Few of the people he wanted to kill could live long.
"Not only do I want him to die, I also want him to be tortured in other ways. I want him to see his beloved die in front of him, and I also want him to be ruined!" Kong Yunjie gritted his teeth.
"Okay, since you hate him so much, when I get the chance, I will find a way to frame him." Ye Zhiqiu sneered, raised his glass and took a sip of the wine, as if he was drinking the blood of his enemy, "I guarantee him
Will become the second Qin Xing."
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The old man is waiting with his eyes closed, and the dark sword in his arms is also waiting. Waiting for someone is never pleasant, but he is patient. Older people always have some patience that young people cannot match.
He has been waiting in this barren mountain for two days. It is said that the convoy of Zhujian Villa is about to pass here, so as long as he keeps waiting, he will be able to wait. During these two days, he only ate some dry food and drank some wine.
Apart from that, he ate nothing. The lack of food would not make him weak. His old body had decades of accumulated skills, and he would not die easily even if he did not eat or drink for a month.
Suddenly there was a vibration on the ground, the amplitude increased from small to large, and gradually intensified. The vibration was caused by the trampling of many horses' hooves and the crushing of wheels. It can be seen that what was approaching here was a large-scale motorcade.
What was supposed to come finally came.
The old man slowly opened his eyes, and there were two gleams in his eyes. Even a young man could hardly have such an aggressive look! After he opened his eyes, the dark sword also started to tremble, like hibernation.
The wild beasts crawled out of the cave, and the demons from hell broke into the world of the earth.
His hearing was extremely sensitive. Although he heard the sound of the motorcade moving, in fact the motorcade was miles away and it would take some time to arrive.
Before the convoy arrived, there was a person who flew here first. Judging from the light skills and body skills, his cultivation level was very high, at least above the fifth level.
The old man glanced at the person who came, and the figure of the person slowly enlarged in his deep pupils.
From the outside, the man was dressed very simply, somewhat like a bodyguard. The whole body was made of dark red fabric, and there was a sword-shaped embroidery on his left chest. This embroidery was made of cast iron.
The logo of Jian Villa. Apparently, this should be a villager from Zhu Jian Villa.
Even a small villager has a fifth-level cultivation, which shows how powerful the sword-making villa is.
In fact, the person who came here was not only the village manager of Zhujian Villa, but also a spy of the motorcade, who was responsible for exploring the road ahead. He jumped up and down all the way and jumped ten feet away from the old man. After standing still, he looked at the old man up and down.
With two eyes, he saw that the old man had an extraordinary demeanor and the sword in his hand was also strange. He did not dare to underestimate it and immediately put on a respectful expression. In this regard, he was smarter than the three robbers who died in the hands of the old man not long ago.
Much more.
"Old sir, please accept my bows. I am a villager of Zhujian Villa. I came here to explore the road on the order of Second Master Jiannu. Not long after, the convoy led by Second Master Jiannu arrived.
We are about to pass here. The large group of vehicles and horses are rushing on their way, and it is inevitable that they will raise some smoke and dust. I hope it will not affect you, the old man, and I hope you can bear with me." The spy bowed deeply and said politely.
"It doesn't matter, I'm sitting here just to wait for your village's motorcade to pass by here. A little smoke and dust won't be a problem." The old man stood up slowly, and the hem of his robe fell to the ground.
"It turns out that the old man is waiting for our motorcade. What a coincidence. I don't know who the old man's name is. Can you tell me? If you are a friend of our village, I will go back and inform the Second Master Jiannu."
As soon as it lit up, I immediately became more vigilant.
"I don't change my surname either in work or in office. My surname is Shen, and my given name is Gongzhang. I like to make some weapons on weekdays. Thanks to the love of my friends in the world, I gave him the nickname 'Shenhuo Zhurong'."
"Are you the famous Shenhuo Zhurong?" The spy's eyes trembled and he looked very shocked. Even his voice changed. No wonder he was so shocked. When it comes to sword-making skills and reputation, Shenhuo Zhurong. Mr. Shen only
Second only to Tie Xuanfeng, the owner of Zhujian Villa, he is also a very great figure in the world.
"If you don't believe me, little brother, you can take a look at my head. I have a 'divine fire' as a reminder." Mr. Shen said as he used the special fire element internal power and forced it to the top of his head. The fire element internal power was revealed.
Outside the body, a fire ignited in the center of the bald head, forming a roaring and jumping flame.
Warriors all have something special about them. It is said that Lord Shen always likes to hold a ball of flame on his head, especially when making swords or fighting. Some people call the flame on his head the divine fire. This is also
It's the mark on his body.
Even if people in the world don't recognize Mr. Shen's old face, they can still recognize the divine fire above his head!
"So you are Senior Shen. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You just kept saying that you were here to wait for our team. I wonder what's going on?" the spy asked tentatively. As the saying goes, "comrades are enemies," and Mr. Shen is a famous swordsmith.
, although we are not friends with Zhujian Villa, we don’t have much friendship. People who have no friendship come to look for Zhujian Villa, and there is nothing good in being excited.
"You don't need to ask about the specific matter. You only need to send a message to the sword slave for me. Just tell me, Mr. Shen, that I want to see you, and ask him to condescend to be with me on the road for a while." Mr. Shen dismissed it lightly.
.
The spy was soft-spoken and could not afford to offend a big shot like Mr. Shen, so he could only swallow his problems, said goodbye to Mr. Shen, and used Qing Gong to go back to the convoy to deliver the message. His Qing Gong was very good, and he quickly delivered the message.
Sent to the ears of Sword Slave.
After hearing this, the sword slave frowned, raised his right eyebrow, and said in confusion: "Mr. Shen and our Tie family brothers have never dealt with each other very well, and they once had a conflict over the level of sword making. He stopped him halfway.
What’s the plan of my team?”
"I once had the courage to ask about this matter, but Senior Shen refused to tell me. He had to wait until you came over before he would reveal the truth." The spy knelt on the ground and answered honestly.
Zhao Zheng sat aside and heard clearly. He recognized Mr. Shen and had a certain understanding of him, but he also couldn't guess what Mr. Shen was thinking. His trip was not in the known world.
The incident is full of unknowns, and you might encounter someone or something.
Participating in known Jianghu events will give him a feeling of being in control, while participating in such unknown events will give him an extra level of frightening excitement.
Now that Lord Shen has marked a path for Sword Slave, Sword Slave has no choice but to follow this path.
"Let the convoy continue to move forward, I want to see what tricks this old boy is playing." The sword slave waved his hand, lowered the curtain, and sat back down with his lips curled up.
The sound of coachmen whipping and shouting soon sounded all around, and the convoy moved forward again.
At this time, all he had to do was wait and see what would happen, so Zhao Zheng didn't ask too much and waited patiently.
The convoy walked forward for a short distance, and the sword slave suddenly picked up the sword in his arms and weighed it twice in his hands. He felt that this sword was a bit difficult to handle in front of Mr. Shen, and would embarrass the Sword Forging Villa.
, he took the sword back into the huge sword box. His sword-making skills were limited and he was unable to forge a top-quality sword. He was a bit behind Tie Xuanfeng and a bit behind Shen Gongchang. Despite this,
He still didn't want to show weakness in front of Mr. Shen, even if his face was swollen, he still had to pretend to be a fat man.
"Brother Jiannu, I know you are in the motorcade. If you are free, please get out of the car and see me."
As the motorcade was walking, the voice of Duke Shen suddenly came from the opposite side. The voice was as loud as a folk song and spread far across the plains for a long time.
"Mr. Shen! No need to shout, I'll come out right away!" The sword slave reached out and pushed open the car door on the left, grabbed the huge sword box and jumped out. He stepped on the air in mid-air.
, while moving forward, he carried the sword case on his thin back.
Zhao Zheng felt that there was something exciting to watch, so he held the Zichu Sword in his hand and jumped out. He didn't have the ability to fly in the air, but there was no problem in gliding all the way. He only needed to land on the ground every few feet.
In order to protect Jian Nu and Zhao Zheng, several experts emerged from the convoy and from behind, following closely behind the two men.
The sword slave flew in mid-air for a while, and finally saw Mr. Shen standing in the middle of the road. He performed a "cloud flip" and landed on the ground. Zhao Zheng followed closely behind and performed a "fall over".
"Getting off the ladder to heaven", the figure spun and landed on the ground, looking cool and elegant. As for the others, they fell behind them one after another, cheering up and staying still.
With the flame on his head, Mr. Shen looked at Jian Slave, cupped his fists and said, "Brother Jian Slave, before you know it, three years have passed since we last said goodbye. How have you been in these years?"
"You are already an old man. Whether you live a good or bad life, it is just a matter of living. I heard that you have been doing well in the past two years. Some people say that you have climbed to the high branches of the powerful and started to forge weapons for the court.
, I wonder if this is the case?" The sword slave asked casually.
"It is true that there is such a thing. Thanks to the emperor's favor, I became the royal swordsmith."
"It's really amazing to be able to forge swords for the imperial court. I admire you. I admire you."
"The imperial court provided me with materials for making swords, and I sold my sword-making skills. Both parties took what they needed from each other. There is nothing to admire. I am not as majestic as you Tie brothers, with a huge villa as my backing.
If a lonely person like me doesn't have the support of a powerful force, he won't even be able to assemble the expensive sword-making materials."
"Everyone has his own ambitions, and I have no right to interfere. Okay, Mr. Shen, don't beat around the bush with me. Just tell me what you have to say. You came all the way here and stopped me halfway. It's impossible.
You came to chat with me." The sword slave waved his hand, interrupting the meaningless greetings.
"Since you are quick to talk, I will tell you the truth. The reason why I came to you is because I heard that you recently forged a very high-quality, high-grade sword called Chujian. I want to use a high-grade sword that I recently forged.
, compare it with your Zichu sword. As the saying goes, you can’t miss a good sword when you meet one, and the same is true when you meet a good sword. I really don’t want to miss it.” Elder Shen Gong narrowed his eyes slightly, exhaling cold light, and held the sword in his hand.
The jet-black sword has also been tried.
Only then did everyone suddenly realize and understand the purpose of Duke Shen's visit. It turned out that the old swordsmith came here to "fight swords"!
Just like dog fighting, cock fighting, and cricket fighting, swords can also be fought, and there are many types of fighting, and there are many rules and details. For lower-grade swords, the quality and sharpness of the swords are often what matters, while for top-grade swords, the swords can be fought.
It's often Sword Spirit.
It is difficult for ordinary people to get a good sword. Those who can afford to fight with swords are often princes, nobles, powerful figures in the world, or famous swordsmiths.
Back then, Lord Shen once fought with Tie Xuanfeng on a high-grade sword, but he was defeated miserably. The sword he released was like a defeated rooster, chopped into pieces.
The sword slave estimated that Mr. Shen had a grudge, so he came to find a place today. If it were a fight with a top-grade sword, he would not be able to get it easily, and he did not want to borrow it from his brother, but he was not afraid of a fight with a top-grade sword. Not to mention Zichu.
The sword is the best among high-grade swords. It can easily cut even famous swords like Nine Yang Sword. It is difficult for any high-grade sword to match it.
"Okay, since you want to fight, Zi Chujian and I will accompany you. Tell us, what kind of fighting method do you want?" The sword slave agreed immediately, blew his beard and glared.
"You are straightforward in doing things. Even your brother can't match you in this. You are so heroic." The flames on Mr. Shen's head suddenly shot up, and a meaningful smile appeared on his old face. He came to ask for a fight today, but he couldn't.
He comes prepared and has full confidence. Once he defeats Zi Chujian, he will not only be able to avenge his shame, but also make the black sword in his hand famous, which is really killing two birds with one stone.
"Stop flattering, just say it if you have any questions. I may be afraid of you in other aspects, but I'm not afraid of sword fighting at all."
"Actually, I haven't decided on any special fighting method. I just need to follow the usual fighting method. You take out your Zichu sword, I take out my top-grade sword, and the two of us put the swords in the air.
We fight on our own in the air. If one of the swords is injured first, it will be considered a loser. What do you think?"
"I think you can, this fighting method is the best." The sword slave glanced at the black sword in the hand of Master Shen, "Is the high-grade sword you want to use the same sword in your hand?
"
"That's right, it's this sword! It's a coincidence that this sword, like the Zichu sword, was made recently. It's just not as famous as the Zichu sword. It's an unknown sword." Shen Gong.
The chief admitted.
"If your sword can defeat Zichu Jian today, you will soon become famous all over the world." The sword slave snorted coldly.
"As a real person, I don't tell lies, but I have this intention." Mr. Shen said proudly and confidently.
"The famous general will not kill the nameless ghost. What is the name of the sword in your hand? Tell me your name."
Now that the matter has come to an end, there is no need to hide it. Lord Shen placed the black sword in front of him and pulled out a section of the sword. The sword was actually the same as the scabbard, also pure black and slightly frosted.
Texture. He admired his beloved sword and introduced: "This sword is made of obsidian. It took a full ninety-nine and eighty-one days. The sword body is as black as ink and is completely natural. I named it
'Phantom'."
"Phantom Sword, what a good name, what grade is it?" the sword slave asked.
"You are really asking too much. Zichujian is a top-grade sword. Of course I will fight with a top-grade sword. Is it possible that a top-grade sword can bully Zichujian?" Duke Shen raised his eyebrows and said disdainfully.
"People are always treacherous, horses are always slippery, who knows what kind of bad things are in your belly. I have been scared of being deceived in my life, and I really have to guard against it."
"Since you don't believe it, just check it with your own hands. After you confirm it is correct, we will compete again." Mr. Shen returned the sword to its sheath, flipped his wrist, pushed the Phantom Sword forward, and handed it to the sword slave.
In line with the principle of being a villain before being a gentleman, the sword slave stepped forward, took the Phantom Sword in his hand, and carefully inspected it up and down. He had been dealing with swords for a lifetime, and his judgment on the grade of the sword was extremely accurate.
Never take a wrong look.
In addition to the hardness, sharpness, toughness, etc., the biggest difference between a top-grade sword and a top-grade sword is the activity level of the sword spirit. The sword spirit of a top-grade sword is much stronger than the sword spirit of a top-grade sword, and can
When the sword comes out, its true nature is revealed, and it can even directly hurt people. The concept of the sword spirit coming out of its sheath is similar to the human soul leaving the body.
Zichu Sword is only one step away from the best swords. The only disadvantage is that the sword spirit cannot be unsheathed. Fortunately, this point can be made up for later. After a small number of high-grade swords have been used for a long time, the sword spirit can no longer be unsheathed.
It can become stronger and stronger until it reaches the level where it can leave the body. If the sword spirit of Zichu Sword can also be unsheathed in the future, it will be promoted to a top-notch sword.
There are two ways to judge the strength of a sword's sword spirit: internal and external. The external method of judgment is to let the sword directly release the sword spirit. If this can be done, it will naturally be a top-quality sword; the internal method of judgment is to let the sword directly release the sword spirit.
It is through spiritual feeling that you can feel the activity level of the sword spirit silently. If the sword spirit is active to a certain extent, it can also be judged to be a top-quality sword.
The sword slave held the Phantom Sword in his hand, pulled it out of the scabbard, and felt the cold air coming from the sword. Although he and Mr. Shen had nothing to do with each other, he had to admit that this sword was indeed of extraordinary quality. You could tell at a glance
It was a rare and good sword, and its quality was as good as that of Zi Chujian. He nodded secretly, stretched out his hand to caress the back of the sword, just like he would caressing his lover's jade skin when he was young, feeling it carefully.
He quickly got the result. The sword spirit of this Phantom Sword was very average, far less active than Zichu Sword!
If these two swords were to fight, Zichu Sword would definitely win.
Since this is a duel with no doubt of victory, there is nothing to be afraid of.
"I've finished checking. This is indeed a high-grade sword, not a top-grade sword. We can start the sword fight." The sword slave returned the Phantom Sword to Mr. Shen and said happily.
Mr. Shen was also laughing, and he was smiling more happily than the sword slave. He smiled and agreed: "The sword is in my hand, and I can fight at any time. All I need now is your Zichu sword."
"The Zichu Sword is by my side and can be used at any time." The sword slave turned his head and ordered to Zhao Zheng, "Boy, lend me your Zichu Sword, and use it with this old guy's Phantom Sword.
Let’s fight to see whose sword is more powerful.”
However, Zhao Zheng did not hand over Zichu Sword immediately, but frowned and said: "Senior Sword Slave, this is absolutely impossible. You fell into the trap of Master Shen. His Phantom Sword is not a top-grade sword.
