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Chapter 744: Jiange, Haitang is like blood! (3)
"Young Master, you're welcome!" Although Yun Lan couldn't figure out where such a young man could come from, she could tell from his words and deeds that he was definitely not an ordinary person, and there was a hint of politeness in his tone, "Listen
Said the young master wants me to find a sword repairer?!"
"good!"
The young man in black raised his hand, and the servant standing behind him immediately picked up a wooden box in his hand, walked forward, and handed the wooden box to Yun Lan.
Yun Lan took the sword box and gently opened the lid. Inside the box, she saw a short sword wrapped thinly in black velvet.
On the sword body, there is obvious sword intention flowing.
"What a sword!"
Yun Lan praised softly, raised her left hand, pinched the corner of the velvet wrapped on the sword, and gently opened it.
Under the velvet, a small purple sword appeared. On the transparent sword body, thin cracks appeared like a strange flower blooming, which was particularly obvious against the black velvet.
On the hilt of the gorgeous dark bronze sword, there are two small characters - Ling Xiao.
Yun Lan's back stiffened violently, and the sword box in her hand dropped weakly and fell to the ground.
There was a soft jingle sound, and Ling Xiao Sword instantly turned into countless fragments, splashing all over the ground.
"Master?!" The disciple shouted in surprise, and when he saw the familiar sword hilt, he was instantly petrified on the spot.
Ling Xiao Sword?!
This is the sword that the master gave to the emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty. How could the sword pavilion, which was once the treasure of the pavilion, be in their hands, and how could it be damaged?!
"Master Yunlan!" The young man in black spoke again, "What do you mean by breaking my sword?!"
"You..." Yun Lan's hands were still trembling, "Where did you get this sword?!"
"Sir, I gave this sword to the Emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty. Now, the sword is in my hand. How can I get this sword?!" The young man in black shook his head gently, and the black gauze covering his face also lightened.
Huang, "The sword of destiny is shattered. I wonder if Emperor Gu Yueming of the Southern Tang Dynasty will vomit another mouthful of blood at this moment?!"
The voice of the young man in black became more and more familiar to him.
There was a strange look in Yun Lan's eyes, "Who are you?!"
"I didn't expect that Master would forget about me after we haven't seen each other for a few months!" The young man in black raised his thin white palms and gently took off the hat with black gauze hanging on his head. "It seems that this time I can't just
Waste the master’s fingers!”
The black gauze was removed, revealing "his" face with half a black mask. Between his shoulder-length ink hair, a pair of black eyes were as cold as cold stars.
A few months ago, when she thrust her sword at him in front of the academy, she looked at him like this. Yun Lan remembered those eyes.
"Xiao...Yao!"
"It seems that Master is very impressed by my eyes!" Xiao Yao's pupils shrank, "Yun Lan, Master Yun, I seem to see timidity in your eyes. Are you afraid, right?!"
"Nonsense!" Yun Lan straightened her waist, "Xiao Yao, you are so brave, you dare to come to the sword pavilion to look for me!"
When the disciple heard Yun Lan spit out the word Xiao Yao, his face turned as white as paper and he quietly tried to sneak out.
As soon as he slipped to the door, a figure flashed in front of him. Xu Huang, who was dressed as a servant and accompanied him, had already come to him and cut his throat without politeness with the knife in his hand.
He drew his knife back and stood behind Xiao Yao. Xu Huang's face was expressionless, "Sir, can we start?!"
"I think Master Yun must also want to see what the sword pavilion stained red by blood looks like!" Xiao Yao's eyes showed a cold look, "Pass my order, leave no disciples of the sword pavilion!"