"So...Mr. Dongfang doesn't know much about the inside story?" Zhang Rongfang asked.
"This is a top secret within the Seven Meridians. I really don't understand it." Dongfang Mu replied in a deep voice.
"Well, I'm sorry to bother you, sir." Zhang Rongfang sighed.
"But I don't understand, but my late father did understand a little bit..." Dongfang Mu said.
"Where is your father?" Zhang Rongfang suddenly felt a glimmer of hope.
"Well, I've been away for many years," Dongfang Mu replied.
"..." Zhang Rongfang.
"Don't worry, I actually heard my father mention it once. But I can't tell you much." Dongfang Mu then said again.
"I would like to hear the details." Zhang Rongfang sat up straight in a solemn voice. After all, he was his nephew and could not let him grow crooked.
Dongfang Mu organized his thoughts and said.
"The Gentleman's Sword inherited by the Seven Meridians, I heard from my late father, seems to have been forged from seven of the most ferocious, vicious and violent evil sects in the past. The so-called Seven Gentleman's Swords themselves are actually the seven swords that the original Seven Meridians masters were responsible for suppressing and sealing.
It’s a hidden danger. Therefore, the restrictions and conditions required to inherit the Gentleman’s Sword are actually very high.”
"Very high? Does it depend on qualifications?" Zhang Rongfang said in surprise.
Is it possible that my sister is a deeply hidden martial arts genius? Is it possible that she passed it on to her nephew?
"No...no, it depends on the bloodline. To inherit the Gentleman's Sword, 8\./2\./小\./说\./无\./WRONG\./First\./发~~must be half
The bloodline of a great spiritual noble. I don’t know the specific reason. I don’t know the rest of the details.” Dongfang Mu explained.
"It must be the blood of a noble spirit~~?" Zhang Rongfang's heart moved. Obviously, there are some secrets hidden in the spirit blood that he doesn't know about.
"There is more to it, and I can't help you. But if the teacher is sure that there is nothing wrong with the matter of the temple master's nephew, then it is most likely related to the inheritance of the Junzi Sword. This matter needs to be carefully considered by the temple master."
Dongfang Mu Suran said.
"I understand..." Zhang Rongfang suddenly felt tired.
He originally thought he could live a stable life like this, with soft, peaceful and quiet days.
It's a pity... whether it's from his sister or the intrusion from the outside, he has to rush to come forward.
Immediately, he stood up, thanked him and said goodbye.
After getting the clue, of course, without further delay, I went to check on that kid Zhang Huanqing as soon as possible.
After leaving Dongfang Fort, Zhang Rongfang returned to the city and came to Muchi Mansion.
It was getting late, and after dinner, Xiao Huanqing was playing ball with the maid.
I don't know why, but on the surface, the maid's shirt and skirt were neat and unscarred, but in fact, she was sweating slightly on her forehead, and when she looked at Xiao Huanqing, there was a hint of fear in her eyes.
Don't know what happened before.
In the back garden, the two seemed to be playing ball, but there was no smile on Xiao Huanqing's face, just calmness, and his eyes were like pools of water, unfathomable.
Zhang Rongfang was led by a guard to the back garden, and what he saw was this scene.
"Huanqing." He called.
"Uncle, are you here?" Zhang Huanqing dropped the ball and quickly ran towards Zhang Rongfang.
He was less than one year old, but now he was almost as old as a two or three-year-old child.
Moreover, what surprised Zhang Rongfang was that little Huanqing seemed to have grown up a little after not seeing him for a few days.
It's really just a little bit, insignificant.
But because his bloodline has changed now and he is very sensitive to changes in the blood of living creatures, he immediately noticed this difference.
This little bit of growth is mainly reflected in the blood.
"Uncle, play ball with me." Xiao Huanqing raised his head and said.
"Isn't there someone playing with you?" Zhang Rongfang looked at the maid before.
"I just want to play with you." Xiao Huanqing said, "Uncle, you must listen to me, otherwise I will ask my parents to kick you out!"
"Really?" Zhang Rongfang responded casually, but his eyes swept over Xiao Huanqing's body.
"But your mother is my biological sister, and she won't be willing to chase me away."
"Then I'll say you abused me." Xiao Huanqing said.
"You still know about the abuse?" Zhang Rongfang responded.
Suddenly, his eyes paused and he saw something hanging around Xiao Huanqing's neck.
It was a purple sword-shaped accessory that seemed to be made of metal, with various complex patterns on the surface, giving it a sense of age.
He recalled in his mind Dongfang Mu's words, if the inheritance of the Seven Meridians' Gentleman's Sword would really affect his nephew's nature, then there must be a key point in this influence.
He discovered these changes, but what about his sister? With her exquisite heart, would she have discovered them later than him?
No...she must have realized something was wrong a long time ago.
Then why didn't she take action?
Is it unwillingness or inability?
Whoosh!
Suddenly, while Xiao Huanqing was not paying attention, Zhang Rongfang reached out and grabbed the purple sword-shaped accessory hanging around the other person's neck. His fingertips were like knives and he cut off the lanyard sharply.
Then put this accessory into your sleeve.
This movement was extremely fast, and he was confident that even a super master might not be able to notice it in a sudden moment.
"Uncle, what are you doing! How dare you steal my things!!?"
Unexpectedly, the moment the sword-shaped accessory left his body, Xiao Huanqing suddenly turned around and stared at him, his face changed drastically, and he screamed.
"What do you mean by snatching? My uncle loves you very much and is afraid that the thing will poke you, so he helps you put it away." Zhang Rongfang held him against him with one hand to prevent him from rushing towards him.
Now that he was discovered, he no longer concealed it, took out the sword-shaped accessory, and examined it carefully.
"Give me back!! Give me back my things!!" Xiao Huanqing struggled, and his small body actually exploded with strength that was no less than that of an ordinary person.
He beat Zhang Rongfang crazily, as if the sword-shaped accessory was very important to him.
At this time, Zhang Rongfang also clearly felt that something was wrong. How could a mere child less than one year old have such great strength?
This is obviously not normal.
Looking at little Huanqing who was still yelling and cursing, he thought for a moment and took out a small wooden figure from his arms.
"Here, uncle will give you this as compensation. This is fun."
"Who wants your broken wooden man! Give me back my things! My things!!" Xiao Huanqing screamed and continued to pounce on him as if he was crazy.
This made Zhang Rongfang feel more and more that the thing he took away was crucial.
Seeing the sound and movement getting louder and louder, there was a faint sound of someone rushing over in the distance.
Zhang Rongfang doesn't know how to coax children at all, let alone an abnormal child like little Huanqing.
He suddenly felt anxious. If his sister saw this, it would be a little bad after all.
In desperation, he looked around and saw that there was no one around. The maid just now ran away at some point.
Peng.
He struck out with lightning, knocked out little Huanqing, and then held him in his arms.
He was a tall man, sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding little Huanqing in his arms, covering her completely.
But hugging her, her voice did not stop at all.
"Uncle, I'll pay you back, I'll pay you back, please stop screaming, okay?"
"That's not bad~~Uncle, you are evil!" Xiao Huanqing's voice sounded again.
"Okay, don't cry. People will think it was me who bullied you." Zhang Rongfang said helplessly.
"Next time you take something from me, I will tell my mother!" Xiao Huanqing's voice said again
Zhang Rongfang faced the wall, holding the unconscious Zhang Huanqing, with his back to the guards and maids who came over, and was talking affectionately to little Huanqing.
But no one expected that both voices came from his own throat.
Looking from the back, everyone could only see little Huanqing lying in Zhang Rongfang's arms, with some of her legs and feet exposed.
Seeing this warm scene, the guards and maids relaxed, smiled on their faces, and left.
As expected of his uncle, little Huanqing, who is like a little devil, became so well-behaved as soon as he saw his uncle coming.
This thought came to everyone's mind.
No one will feel relieved about Zhang Rongfang. After all, he is the only relative of Madam and one of Xiao Huanqing’s closest relatives.
Moreover, Xiao Huanqing used such harsh words towards Zhang Rongfang, but Zhang Rongfang was never angry and his temper was not generally good.
So no one would believe that he would behave badly towards little Huanqing.
Soon, people slowly dispersed again.
Zhang Rongfang was still holding little Huanqing. He was not working on the sword-shaped accessory, but was constantly checking little Huanqing's body with one hand.
He opened his eyelids, brushed back his hair, nostrils, mouth, ears, and even every part of his body, and everything was inspected.
"Uncle..." At this time, little Huanqing unexpectedly woke up.
The duration of his coma was completely different from Zhang Rongfang's estimate when he took action.
More than twice as early as expected!
"Don't be afraid, uncle is here."
Peng.
There was another muffled sound, and Xiao Huanqing rolled his eyes again and fainted.
After carefully checking everything inside and out, Zhang Rongfang found no problems.
He thought that maybe the real core was the purple sword-shaped accessory...
Judging from Xiao Huanqing's eager behavior just now, this possibility is very high.
Thinking of this, he wanted to take away the accessory, but if he took it away, it would probably arouse the vigilance of Yi Mei, one of the seven veins of Confucianism.
Before he knew whether the loss of the accessory would cause damage to Xiao Huanqing, he still couldn't take it away.
If this thing is related to Xiao Huanqing's life safety, and the two are implicated in each other, and one is withered and the other is prosperous, then it will be troublesome.
"Uncle~~I'm going to kill you..." Xiao Huanqing suddenly woke up again.
Unfortunately, Zhang Rongfang, who caught him in time, covered his words and his voice suddenly became unclear.
He opened his mouth and bit.
Katsa.
It's a pity that he didn't have teeth... He bit Zhang Rongfang's steel plate-like flesh, but the pain made him sweat all over his head.
"Don't be afraid, uncle is here." Zhang Rongfang didn't pay attention to what he was saying at this time, and was thinking about how to solve this problem.
Seeing that Xiao Huan was awake, he covered his mouth with one hand and gently tapped the back of his head with the other hand.
So Xiao Huanqing fainted again.
Unexpectedly, she seemed to be resisting... After a few minutes, Xiao Huanqing woke up again.
He opened his mouth and wanted to curse again.
Then within two seconds, he rolled his eyes and fainted again.
Zhang Rongfang stunned Xiao Huanqing with one hand, playing with the sword-shaped accessory with the other hand, and was carefully looking at the patterns and locks on it.
Yes, there is actually a text on this accessory that is very similar to a lock text.
Unfortunately, after reading for a long time, he could only recognize a little of the content, most of which were about praising the righteousness of a gentleman.
"Except for the different materials, there doesn't seem to be much special about the rest..." Zhang Rongfang pondered.
Then hang the accessories back on Xiao Huanqing.
Xiao Huanqing woke up again at this time and was about to scream, then looked into the eyes of Zhang Rongfang who was thinking.
He trembled all over.
In just ten minutes, he had been knocked unconscious eight times in succession.
At this time, there was a sharp pain in the back of my head.
Feeling the accessories return to her body, Xiao Huanqing breathed a sigh of relief and her face slowly recovered.
"Are you awake? You were too sleepy just now, so my uncle held you and slept for a while. Are you feeling better now?" Zhang Rongfang said with a smile.
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"...Wait..." Before Xiao Huanqing could say anything, Zhang Rongfang grabbed his neck and silenced him.
"You still want to sleep, right? Then just sleep a little longer. It seems like you didn't sleep well last night."
Zhang Rongfang's smiling face slowly appeared in Xiao Huanqing's field of vision...dark and disappeared.
He passed out again.
Zhang Rongfang has a good grasp of the situation. After all, with his low-light vision, control of the blood in the neck, and his mastery of medical skills, no one can be more precise than him in this regard.
Just looking at little Huanqing who fell asleep again, he was thinking about how to communicate this matter with his sister.
So he held the child like this and sat there until around nine or ten o'clock in the evening. His sister and brother-in-law came over twice in the middle of the night. They saw that the child was sleeping well and quietly, and they left happily.
Finally, when Zhang Rongfang handed over the "sleeping" little Huanqing to the maid, it was already late at night.
He simply rested in the room next to Xiao Huanqing.
After careful inspection, he couldn't find the reason, so he decided to have a good communication with his sister at dawn.
It might be better to explain Xiao Huanqing's situation and leave it to him to lay the foundation while he is still young and there is still time to save him.
He also planned to have a thorough discussion with his sister about his own strength and identity.
In order to enhance the credibility of the judgment on Xiao Huanqing's matter.