This room is the most important study room in Wenhui Palace. There are many rare ancient books and calligraphy and paintings by famous people. The value of these precious items in the study room is over one billion US dollars. It is a place where Zhang Xiaofeng often hangs out.
On the west wall hangs a long sword with a shark skin sheath, a dark red ironwood handle, and a unique shape, all indicating that this is a good sword and extremely rare.
Ximen Lang's starry eyes shone, and he was extremely excited. This was the blood-coagulated sword he was looking for. Suddenly, he rushed over, took down the long sword hanging on the wall, and couldn't wait to pull out the sharp sword.
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In an instant, a red light poured out, as if the brilliant rainbow in the sky was stained with blood. The temperature in the room suddenly dropped a bit, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
That's right, that's it, the real magic weapon, the blood-coagulating sword!
I don’t know how many people’s blood it drank to become the cutting edge it is today, a legend that cannot be copied.
"This sword is mine!" Ximen Lang said secretly in his heart, and then he put the sword into its sheath with a slight shake of his wrist.
The sword was in hand, and what Ximen Lang wanted to do now was to leave this place. However, when he saw the half-length photo of Zhang Xiaofeng on the east wall, he felt angry and looked away with an annoyed look.
That photo was Zhang Xiaofeng's favorite. It was taken when he was eighteen years old. It was in black and white. He was in his prime at that time, with his slightly long hair hanging unruly on his forehead, and his resolute and handsome face with facial features as sharp as an ax and a chisel, full of energy.
She has a three-dimensional look, wearing a dark shirt, open, revealing her toned chest, giving her a cool and stylish look.
Ximen Lang glared at him and couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. He lowered his voice and said: "Huh, what's so cool about you? Now you are no longer my father, and I am no longer your son. You can no longer control me, so proud."
What, do you think you are handsome?"
As his eyes flashed, he felt that he should give the other party some color. He walked to the desk, put down the sword in his hand, grabbed a wolf brush on the pen holder, and the brush rolled in the toad inkstone, and walked away
Go back to the photo and look at the
The handsome man said angrily: "You are almost forty years old, you have a lot of children, and you are still so coquettish. Do you want to go out and hook up with little girls? You are so beautiful, let me put on makeup for you.
Let me give you a couple of beards first to make you look more mature..."
Having said this, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he playfully used a brush to draw two strokes on the mouth of Zhang Xiaofeng's photo, one on the left and one on the right, adding an irregular beard to the other person, which was very ugly. Suddenly, the person in the photo
He is no longer a super handsome guy, he has become like a hippie.
"Not cool enough, I'll give you a goatee..." With a few strokes, a goatee appeared on the hippie's chin in the photo, turning him into a little old man.
"It would probably be better if there were some hemp on the face..." Finally taking the opportunity to take revenge on Zeng Laozi, Ximen Lang tapped the brush in his hand, and more than a dozen hemp appeared on the little old man's face. He smiled brightly and felt that he should comment.
It only takes a moment. He handed the brush to his left hand, holding it like that and wrote two lines of large, crooked characters at random.
"Zhang Xiaofeng is a playboy, despicable and shameless, and the best at deceiving women!!!"
The reason why he writes with his left hand is of course to avoid revealing his identity. In any case, this playboy was once his father. If others knew that this comment was written by him, they would laugh out loud!
After writing these words, Ximen Lang casually threw the brush on the ground. Looking at his masterpiece, he felt proud at first. However, when he thought that he also had many wives, not just one, he suddenly felt very boring. How could I have the nerve to say that?
Someone else! Moreover, it seems a bit despicable and shameless to write a message with his left hand to slander his former father without leaving his name. In this way, the words on the wall are a true portrayal of him.
For a moment, Ximen Lang felt bored. He walked back to the desk and searched the bookshelf for a moment. He found the thick Xinhua Dictionary and thought to himself: "That's the dictionary. I remember it was hollow inside and there was something hidden inside."
A handwritten copy of the sword manual." This was five years ago when he secretly sneaked into the study to look through his father's gold vase.
After Mei and others discovered the secret of the forbidden book, several years passed by, and he was not sure whether the sword manual was still there. Then, he took out the dictionary, opened it to verify, and was delighted to find that the sword manual was still there.
Hidden in the hollowed-out place in the middle of the dictionary, there are several bold calligraphy words written on it, "Proud Lingyun Sword Technique."
Ximen Lang secretly nodded, yes, it is this sword manual. I dismissed it at first. I always felt that practicing martial arts was boring and of no use to me. But now it is different. This is simply a priceless treasure! He
With excitement, he kicked the sword manual into his crossbody bag and stuffed the Xinhua Dictionary back into its original place.
He grabbed the blood-condensing sword and was about to leave. Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from the corridor and hurriedly dodged and hid at the door.
The door opened, and a middle-aged man walked in. He was wearing an off-white coarse Tang suit. His figure was as tall as a poplar tree, his handsome face had raised eyebrows, and his eyes shone with wisdom. He was the owner of the study, Zhang Xiaofeng.
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As soon as he opened the door, Zhang Xiaofeng smelled a touch of blood in the air. He was startled and hurriedly looked towards the west wall. He saw that the blood-condensing sword that had been hanging there had disappeared. As he listened carefully, his face suddenly changed color and became angry.
Said: "Little thief, you are so brave."
"Peng!"
Zhang Xiaofeng smashed through the solid wood door with one palm and hit the chest of the thief hiding behind the door. This powerful blow was so overbearing that Ximen Lang was so frightened that he did not dare to take a hard hit and jumped back in a hurry.
A sudden palm was enough to kill someone. This was the first time Ximen Lang saw his all-out attack, and he felt that the power was amazing. The opponent's palm was extremely rare. Seeing such an earth-shattering palm, he immediately felt something black and white.
The elders are all floating clouds, and the only one in the world who can take this palm forcefully is his master, the green-robed ancestor.
Ximen Lang secretly cried out in his heart, Oh no, I am afraid that my life will be sacrificed if I encounter this big devil. In order to save his life, Ximen Lang raised his hands in mid-air and fired more than ten iron balls with the sound of wind.
He knew in his heart,
These iron balls could not do anything to Zeng's father. At best, they only stopped the opponent's pursuit, giving him a chance to escape from danger. Therefore, when the iron balls were shot, his body slammed into the window.
Today's Zhang Xiaofeng's martial arts is slightly stronger than that of the ancestor in green robes. Seeing many hidden weapons coming, he cursed: "Good thief, let's see where you run..." He raised his hand and about thirty steel needles shot out...