Cheng Yu stood in the hall and looked at the bright silver sword floating in the air in front of him. His face seemed calm but in fact he was quite excited.
Thinking back to that day, after he picked up Zhuang Huaijin's left Wujun Sword on the mountain trail, he tried to throw it into the air to seek for breath connection induction, but unfortunately...
Seeing that the sword could be controlled before his eyes, he couldn't help but start to long for it.
It’s no wonder, thinking about those days, which man didn’t love swords?
Not to mention the flying swords flying all over the sky, pointing to where to hit, which made many men's blood spurt in the cold night, and their dreams lingered around the trumpet blowing camp.
Even the left and right spirits inside his body sensed the abnormality and flew out to see the excitement.
I saw a flying sword with silver light in the side hall, flying up and down with a "swish" as Cheng Yu's thoughts moved to the left and to the right.
Even when Cheng Yu tried to let go of his spiritual consciousness, the sword actually had its own aura, spinning and sweeping freely in the air. In the end, he let go of his temper and started to have fun.
"Woo!"
A sharp sword intent struck at the palace door, splitting open the seal that Qin Hongyu had placed with his own hands. The two palace doors were also chopped into four pieces with a "clang!" and fell several feet away.
Upon seeing this, Cheng Yu hurriedly used his thoughts to control him again, not daring to let him do whatever he wanted.
Soon there was a noise of people outside the palace, and more than a dozen military judges rushed into the side hall with swords in their hands and cheers.
But Qin Hongyu shouted "It's okay!"
Only then did the hall become quiet. Cheng Yu took his sword back into his hand, held it and bowed his hand inwards:
"Cheng was abrupt and offended Mr. Wu, please forgive me."
Qin Hongyu waved her hands excitedly and said:
"This sword is in the hands of Mr. De, and it has just shined. It seems that it is destined to belong to Mr. De. Is Mr.... really an outsider?"
Cheng Yu was also puzzled for a while. He couldn't figure out why the sword came to life as soon as it entered his hand.
He turned the sword over and over and looked at it. A fine layer of sharp sword intent on the sword flowed back and forth like water waves, making the entire side hall a bit brighter.
Finally, he looked at the word "Don't scream" on the sword grid and asked:
"Why is this sword called Bu Ming?"
"This... I'm ashamed to say it. This is the first time Hongyu knows that this sword was originally called Bu Ming. Before, he had always called it the Ancient Sword of the Mountains. Unexpectedly, it was called the wrong one for more than 800 years. I am lucky enough to meet Mr. Fang today."
Know his true name."
Cheng Yu suppressed his excitement, looked at the sword in his hand and thought to himself:
Don’t call...
Don’t call...
It can’t be based on the idea that a biting dog doesn’t bark, right?
When he thought about this, he couldn't help but laugh secretly in his heart, but he didn't expect that the sword seemed to be sensitive, and the tip of the sword trembled twice, as if he was nodding.
Cheng Yu was stunned for a while and thought to himself again:
This sword is indeed taken from a biting dog...but it doesn't bark?
This time he let go of the sword and let it hang in the air. He saw that the entire blade of the bright silver sword was tilted up, like a man bowing, and the leather rope attached to the hilt was also swinging along with it. Wen swords are decorated with sword spikes, and martial swords are decorated with sword edges. Most of the sword spikes are silk tassels, which look particularly beautiful when danced.
The martial sword Jianjiang is a piece of leather rope, which is put on the wrist to prevent it from slipping off during battle.
But looking at it now, when the sword tip is tilted up, a piece of leather rope on the hilt is swaying like a dog's short tail, which is quite appropriate for the situation.
It’s just this name...
Who took it so casually?
Although the No-Calling Sword has some spirituality, it can't solve the doubts in Cheng Yu's heart. He can only shake his head and laugh. If you don't scream, just don't scream.
At this time, the martial judges formed a semicircle and looked at each other. Some of them had encountered monks who had wielded flying swords. However, they later learned that this sword was actually the ordinary sword that Master Wu always kept close to him and was given to him as a gift.
This gentleman has transformed so much later, and everyone is amazed and envious of him.
Suddenly the crowd was separated from the outside, but Wenjun squeezed in, first bowed his hands to Qin Hongyu and said:
"The child was in the Confucian Temple just now and felt a big noise coming from his mother's palace, but what happened?"
After Qin Hongyu waved her hand to show that she was okay, she briefly told what had happened before. Wenjun suddenly understood, but when he looked at Cheng Yu and the unknown sword that had no longer recognized its appearance, the look in his eyes was already different. Wenjun glanced at Cheng Yu, then looked back at Qin Hongyu. He had a vague guess in his mind, so he followed what Qin Hongyu said just now and tried to persuade Cheng Yu:
"Mother, you are right. Mr. Cheng has saved the lives of countless people in this area, and his merits are immeasurable. He should have a golden body to be admired by all people. However, Mr. Cheng has the demeanor of a refined scholar. It is indeed inappropriate to stand in the Martial Temple..." p>
He paused for a moment, ignored Qin Hongyu's sideways glance, and continued:
"Why don't you put the golden body in the main hall of Huadihewan in my Confucian temple, and stand side by side with the Queen in the hall? People in this city often talk privately on weekdays, the Queen only gives children to others, and she only gives children to others.
But he is always a lonely man, standing alone in the palace. If the palace can have the golden body of Mr. standing side by side with the queen who gave birth to his son, it will be a long-cherished wish for the people of the city."
When Qin Hongyu heard the last part, her frown finally opened completely, and she looked at her adopted son with a slightly raised corner of her mouth, and nodded slightly and invisibly.
Cheng Yu shook his head and smiled:
"Master Wenjun is joking. Cheng is a simple person. He really has no interest in the incense and power of the human world. Cheng's heart is not in the temples, but he only wants to pray for these two words."
"Oh? Which two sentences are they?"
Qin Hongyu took the lead.
"Haha!"
Cheng Yu laughed, and once again held the Bujing Sword inward, bowed his hands to the two civil and military monarchs and the military judges around him, and said:
"A smile at the mountain gate is unrestrained, the clouds are in the rivers and lakes and the moon is in the sky."
"This..."
All the Yin Shen and Wu judges present looked at each other in confusion. Luckily for the civil and military kings, all the martial judges were skilled warriors. Most of them had only half-understandings, but they could also understand the general meaning.
As for the few who didn't understand it at all, they didn't dare to ask casual questions when they saw the atmosphere in the venue.
Qin Hongyu's eyes sparkled after hearing this.
"Good! What a cloud in the rivers and lakes and in the sky! Hongyu has loved the elegant and unruly scholar in her life. Her husband speaks well and has an outstanding demeanor that makes people admire her endlessly. Just now Hongyu said that she would give this sword to her husband.
Please leave something in exchange for me. I wonder what you can give the ruby to Sir?"
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This...
At this time, Cheng Yu suddenly became embarrassed. He was said to have short hands for holding things, so when he lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand, he really liked it.
But at this time, he had nothing, only a Zhuang Dakuan Wu Jun token in his arms, and a sapphire gourd hanging around his waist.
The Lord Wu of Fucheng didn't like these two things, and he said that just because they were gifts from others, it would be difficult to re-gift them to others, as it would be inconsistent with etiquette.
Fortunately, Qin Hongyu did not let Cheng Yu hesitate for too long, and said with a hearty smile:
"Sir, don't worry. Hongyu doesn't ask for anything else. I just want a pair of calligraphy treasures from sir. How about giving the two sentences just now to Hongyu?"
Cheng Yu felt relieved when he heard this. This is easy to say.
To use paper, ink, pen and inkstone, spread out the white paper, hold a cool writing brush in your hand, and after licking up the dark ink, pick up the cuff pen and take off.
"Sir, please don't forget to sign your name. You might as well write Hongyu's full name."
When Cheng Yu nodded, he had already waved it away. Qin Hongyu carefully picked it up with both hands. Wenjun and the military judges gathered around it, and they kept tutting.
Cheng Yu also felt that this time he wrote more smoothly than usual.
"Thank you sir!"
Qin Hongyu said happily.
"I don't dare to take it seriously. Cheng is showing his embarrassment and Lord Wu is flattering him. If there is nothing else to do, Cheng will leave now."
Qin Hongyu was smiling and admiring the silver hooked iron painting in her hand. When she heard that Cheng Yu was about to leave, her eyes became deep and complicated.
"Sir, if you leave here, when will you come back?"
As soon as these words came out, Wen Jun and the other martial judges in the palace looked at each other, and then they all realized what they were doing and quietly left the palace. Only two people who reacted a little slowly were still standing there watching the show, and Wen Jun dragged them out one by one. Cheng Yu watched everyone's reactions one by one, and suddenly recalled that just now Caiwen and Wu Jun had said that Cheng Yu's golden body and Wu Jun's golden body would stand side by side. At this time, he looked at the look in Qin Hongyu's eyes,
There was a "bang!" movement in my heart.
Could it be that...
Is this female warrior king of a palace looking for a mate?
Or am I overthinking?
But he has not experienced anything between men and women in his two lifetimes, and the reaction of this heroine Wu Jun is all too obvious.
Unexpectedly, one day I would be photographed by a ghost who has been dead for more than 800 years.
This feeling...
Seeing Qin Hongyu still waiting for Cheng Yu's answer with piercing eyes, Cheng Yu said sincerely after thinking:
"The world is so big, but what Cheng has seen is less than one percent. Moreover, Cheng's true form in the human world is still there, so he is not qualified to live among the Yin gods in the civil and military temples, let alone the gods in the main temple.
I don’t dare to think that Mr. Wu and Mr. Wenjun have Cheng Mou’s thoughts in mind. If Cheng Mou returns to Fucheng in the future, he will definitely come back to pay homage to Mr. Fu.”
The world is so big, I want to see it.
Qin Hongyu narrowed her eyes and nodded gently, then smiled heartily and said:
"It doesn't matter. Sir, you are so free, and Hongyu has no chance to be with you. One day, you and I can meet again when we return to Fucheng. In short, your friend Hongyu is determined to be with you."
After speaking, Cheng Yu cupped his fists and bent down to salute, took out a token from his arms, and held it in front of Cheng Yu with both hands:
"The Qingchuan Martial Lord's Token that I have on you may no longer be useful when it arrives in the capital. Please accept this token. I believe that no martial arts temple in Kyushu will embarrass you again."
Cheng Yu took it with both hands. The token was slightly larger than Zhuang Dakuan's. He put it into his arms. Cheng Yu held his sword inward again and gave a solemn and deep salute.
Then the sword in his hand trembled slightly, Cheng Yu let it go, and saw the sword floating in the air, buzzing three times at Qin Hongyu, the sword tilted three times, and a small leather rope.
The sword territory is wavering.
Qin Hongyu smiled and nodded:
"Go ahead, you have been wronged by staying in the underworld for eight hundred years. Go out with your husband to practice."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword suddenly flew up and circled Qin Hongyu three times in the forward and reverse directions. The sword body trembled, and bursts of metallic sounds resounded throughout the hall.
