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Chapter 238 Ask for the sword and get the sword!

In the Guyue Sword Shop, on a street near Zhanlongtai, Yan Liulang led his troops to fight back the private soldiers in black.

The two sides are in fierce street fighting.

"It's not good, Brother Yan!"

Suddenly, a panicked shout from a subordinate came from behind.

Yan Liulang chopped down a person with a dry knife, and retreated temporarily under the cover of his brothers.

When he came to a safe place in the back, he grabbed the shoulder of the subordinate who came to report, frowned with blood-stained brows, and asked urgently:

"What's wrong? Didn't you ask you to lead someone to quietly follow Mingfu and the others? To prevent Mingfu from doing stupid things, why did you come back by yourself! Where is Mingfu?"

The subordinates were mournful: "Mingfu, Mingfu, they are gone!"

"What do you mean?!" Yan Liulang's eyes widened, and the dry knife fell to the ground with a "clang".

"Ming Fu led his brothers to lurk up the mountain, carrying shark oil on his back to fry up the sword furnace halfway up the mountain, but I followed them halfway and lost them, as if they disappeared out of thin air..."

Yan Liulang suspected that he had heard it wrong: "What do you mean by disappearing out of thin air?! More than 100 people disappeared out of thin air? You fucking make it clear!"

The subordinate sighed, as if he was thinking about how to describe the encounter just now, when he suddenly remembered something, he bowed his head guiltily:
"Miss Ah Qing also followed."

"What was Ah Qing doing in the past? Didn't you tell us to take good care of her!"

The front line is in fierce battle, one by one bad news is thrown out, Yan Liulang only feels that his head is about to split open like being cut by a knife, he asked in shock:

"She didn't follow the big army, and went to Zhanlongtai to save her elder brother?"

The subordinate shrank his head:
"I don't know... Miss Aqing originally followed us secretly, but she rushed up to find Mingfu and exposed us.

"Mingfu originally refused to allow Miss Ah Qing to follow, but Miss Ah Qing hugged a bag of oil paper and cried bitterly, saying that she wanted to take revenge with Mingfu. Mingfu fell silent for a while, acquiescing that she also followed .

"Then Mingfu turned around and told those of us who were following behind to go back to support you, Big Brother Yan.

"The subordinates thought that since Miss Ah Qing was here, the Ming government would not take the risk of dying together, so they led them back for a while, but halfway remembered Brother Yan's advice, and they were still uneasy, so they quietly sent people to go again Followed, and it turned out...

"I don't see anyone anymore. Mingfu and the others carried more than a dozen barrels of burning sky shark oil on their backs, as if they disappeared out of thin air."

The subordinate whispered in panic.

Yan Liulang wiped his bloody face fiercely, and looked north at the extinguished sword stove on the hillside of Xiaogu Mountain, which was as calm as water but had something indescribably evil.

"Mingfu... Miss Ah Qing..."

The blue-clothed headhunter stared blankly, and at a certain moment, he suddenly covered his ears with his hands and bowed his waist, as if afraid of the sudden appearance of a loud noise in the next second.

……

Liu Zian led the people to stop cautiously in front of the sword furnace room halfway up the mountain.

All the black-clothed private soldiers borrowed from Boss Li before were left by Liu Zian at the foot of the mountain to defend against the bad guys who attacked the sword shop.

Liu Zi'an only brought Liu Zilin, Liu Fu, and a group of Tsing Yi family slaves from the Liu family's direct line.

Liu Zilin and Liu Fu took the orders and led a few slaves in Tsing Yi to act as the vanguard and enter the house for investigation.

Liu Zian waited for a while on the lawn outside the door.

There were no unexpected noises in the room, but Liu Zilin and the old gentleman could be heard speaking shortly behind the door:
"Where's Liu Zi'an?"

"Second brother is outside the door, let me inform you..."

"Notify me, tell him to come here, the sword is already in the box, ready, just waiting for him."

"Yes."

a while.

The door was pushed open.

After Liu Zilin, Liu Fu and others checked around, they walked out the door with a serious face, nodded tacitly to Liu Zian, and made way sideways.

Liu Zian breathed a sigh of relief.

He waved his hand to signal the house servants to guard the door.

He couldn't wait to get into the house.

Liu Zilin and Liu Fu followed into the house.

The inside of the house is a bit dark compared to the outside, so you have to squint your eyes to get used to it.

As soon as Liu Zian stepped into the door with his right foot, his eyes were completely attracted by a wooden sword box lying quietly on the table in front of him, and he couldn't help opening his eyes wider.

Beside the table, in front of an open sword-making furnace, the old swordsmith sat on a rocking chair, raised his head and took a sip of rice wine, raised his little finger with the hand pinching the wine jar, and casually pointed to the Mohist sword box on the table.

Without saying a word, Liu Zian rushed to the table, stroked the body of the box from top to bottom with both hands, and the touch was cold and smooth.

His breathing became rough.

Liu Zian couldn't wait to open the sword box and check the tripod sword.

Seeing this, the old swordsmith laughed and shook his head.

There was only a "click", like the sound of a trigger being pulled, and the sword box opened, revealing a sandwich.

Liu Zian looked expectantly, and was stunned for a moment.

The sword box is empty.

Suddenly there was a slight sound of closing the door behind him.

Liu Zian's complexion changed, he quickly turned around and wanted to run, and said in a low voice, "Hurry up..." As soon as he uttered two words, he turned around and was embraced by Liu Zilin intimately.

"Second brother." Liu Zilin's voice was cordial and warm.

"Uh..." Liu Zian slowly lowered his head, staring at the dagger that had been sunk into the hilt at the ribs on his chest.

Liu Zilin put his head close to Liu Zian's ear, and said softly, "Brother asked me to give you this sword."

Liu Zian covered his chest with his hands, his face full of disbelief.

He exerted strength with his right hand, trying to pull out the dagger that pierced through his body and heart.

But the hilt of the sword was firmly held down by Liu Zilin.

For a while, I couldn't pull it out.

Liu Zian's gradually widening eyes reflected the instant picture of Liu Zilin taking out a memorial tablet from his sleeve lightly.

At this moment, the third young master of the Liu family and Liu Zian still maintained a face-to-face hugging posture. He put the big brother's tablet on the table and straightened it, nodded and said:

"Second brother, the eldest brother is not here, you are the oldest in the family, I will listen to you, cooperate with you, and avenge the eldest brother."

"You... beast... Liu Zilin...you hide so deep... beast..." Liu Zian raised his veined right hand and poked Liu Zilin's nose.

Liu Zilin didn't hide at all, staring down at the trembling fingers in front of his nose, shaking his head:
"How can the second brother hide it so deeply, it is the second brother who teaches by precept and example, and teaches well."

Liu Zian closed his eyes as if in despair, and the next moment, his left hand, which was hanging down by his side, suddenly raised his sword.

But in the next second, he found an old wrinkled hand on the back of his left hand holding the handle of the knife.

Hold down firmly.

Liu Zian couldn't draw even an inch of the blade.

He looked up sharply.

What caught my eye was a familiar lame steward.

At this moment, Liu Fu and Liu Zilin stood in front of Liu Zian.

Liu Zian froze in place.

What made his face full of inconceivability at the moment was not Liu Fu's sudden betrayal, but... Liu Zian was unable to move even the slightest bit as Liu Fu gently pressed the back of the hand holding the sword hilt.

A wave of external spiritual energy completely locked his fragile meridian dantian.

"Liu...Liu Fu, you...you are a Qi trainer!?"

Liu Fu looked at him coldly and remained silent.

Liu Zilin patted Liu Zian's shoulder lightly:

"Second brother, don't move around. You're wasting time. Everyone is queuing up. Third brother, I managed to get the first spot from Mr. Wei. Second brother will help you."

Liu Zian turned his head sharply, staring at Liu Zilin with a pair of staring dead fish eyes: "No, you are also practicing..."

"噗嗤" a muffled sound.

Liu Zian choked on his words, because Liu Zilin had already taken another short sword from Liu Fu, and cut into his chest like a silver spoon into hot cheese.

"This second sword is for my father and my father's porridge shed, and given to my second brother."

Liu Zilin asked with a friendly smile, "Second brother, do you remember my father's porridge shed now?"

"Uh uh...you..."

Liu Zilin snorted, stretched his arms to the side, and a lame steward handed over a dagger again.

Another sword hilt was added to Liu Zian's chest.

"This third sword is given to the second brother for the ancestors of the Liu family in Longcheng."

Liu Zilin firmly held Liu Zian's shoulders with his arms, and supported the latter's bleeding and seriously injured body in a disguised form. He faced each other and asked with a sigh:

"Third brother, I am afraid that the second brother will run too fast and forget his ancestors. Does the second brother remember now?"

On the rocking chair at the side, an old swordsmith was drinking rice wine, watching the scene in the house with great interest.

"Liu Zilin, Liu Fu...you...damn..." Liu Zian cursed ferociously.

But in the next moment, something happened that made him even more dumbfounded and chilled.

Liu Zilin, who was stuck face to face with Liu Zian, suddenly stepped aside after stabbing the three swords, revealing a picture of people standing in the sword furnace room behind him.

In the sword furnace room, except for the lame steward.

Beside the gate, Wei Shaoxuan stood quietly with a smile, shaking his fan leisurely;

Qiu Shenji stood beside him indifferently, turning his head to look at the old swordsmith on the rocking chair.

And not far from the two people from Luoyang, on a dilapidated bamboo chair, sat a figure of a young magistrate that Liu Ziyan was very familiar with.

Ouyang Rong sat on the stool with half of his buttocks, with his arms bent to support his knees. While wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, he rolled his eyes and looked up at Liu Zian in front of him with complicated eyes.

Between his lowered fingers, he held a cold dagger.

The tip of the sword was facing down, shaking slowly, and the blood dripped off.

Next to Ouyang Rong's chair, there was a beautiful girl with the word "Yue" embroidered on her forehead.

She grasped a dagger tremblingly in both hands, as if someone had forced it in, the girl turned her head from time to time to look at Qiu Shenji standing in front of the door like a hill, her eyelashes trembling.

At this moment, Ouyang Rong suddenly stretched out his hand under his sleeve, and silently grabbed Ah Qing's small fist holding the knife,

The girl's small body was closer to him, slightly relieving the trembling of fear all over her body.

In addition to the four people above, there was also a figure of a woman who made Liu Zian's eyes widen.

Sister-in-law Xu.

I saw this middle-aged woman with disheveled hair, a dull expression, a pale hand holding a sword under her sleeve, and her eyes fixed on Liu Zian.

This room, which had obviously been searched just now, was suddenly full of people.

I don't know if it was a follow-up entry, or Liu Zian rushed into the house before, his eyes were all attracted by the sword box containing the tripod sword, and he didn't notice the blind spot behind the door...

At this moment, everyone in the room was in different states, but stared at him with the same eyes.

Liu Zian slowly turned his head stiffly, looking at the scene of enemies all over the room, he was powerless and his mouth was full of begging for mercy.

But Liu Zilin had moved away indifferently.

Liu Fu was the second to step forward, pulled out Liu Zian's waist knife and threw it away, took out a dagger, and inserted it into Liu Zian's ribs like a flower at his fingertips:
"Just now the third son has already sent the sword to the eldest son. Since the second son wants a sword so much, then the old man will give the second son a sword for His Royal Highness King Wei who is far away in Luoyang. Hey, I have been in Longcheng for many years. His Royal Highness misses you very much."

Liu Fu left behind the fourth hilt, turned and walked away.

Wei Shaoxuan turned his head and looked at the young county magistrate who was captured alive by his adoptive father.

Ouyang Rong slowly got up from the bamboo chair, as if he hadn't recovered from his serious injury, he staggered towards Liu Zian.

He lowered his eyes and carefully sent a short sword into the latter's abdomen and liver, and then turned the hilt thoughtfully, stirring it up:
"There is a book that says that when a knife is stabbed in an organ here, people will suffer extraordinarily painfully, and die in severe pain. I have always wondered whether it is true or not...

"You owe Ah Shan, one life...not enough to repay."

He whispered hoarsely.

Ouyang Rong got out of the way, Ah Qing came staggeringly, it was the first time for an innocent girl to hurt someone with a white blade.

She bowed her head and shivered her shoulders, crying bitterly, and handed a sword into Liu Zian's chest intermittently, exerting force clumsily:
"Bad guy, you give back to my brother, you give back to my brother..."

"Ho ho..." Liu Zian coughed up bright red lung foam, and looked at them with pain on his face.

The elder sister-in-law Xu walked over in a daze. The woman's eyes were full of hatred, and she slammed the dagger into his stomach.

"You give back my husband, give back my child Chuanzhi, woooooo they died so badly, and Chuanzhi also died so badly... You will die badly, Liu Zian!"

Xu took two knives in a row before finally resolving her complaints. She pulled out the knife once, causing blood to splash on her face.

In the end, Wei Shaoxuan strolled over leisurely, picked out a sharp sword pickily, and gradually sank into Liu Zian's beating heart inch by inch.

This sword is indeed a good sword, before the blood gushes out, it has already entered without a handle.

These short swords today are actually the Faith Swords that Liu Ziwen routinely sent to Luoyang Wei Wangfu.

Except for the last sharpened letter sword which Wei Shaoxuan gave to a young girl with plum blossom makeup, all the other letter swords were brought along, and these days, the sixth son of the Wei family unexpectedly handed over all of them in his spare time. Cutting edge.

So right now, it can be said that all the swords that Liu Ziwen sent back were returned to Liu Zian.

Wei Shaoxuan sneered and said:

"My son hates people who play tricks in front of you, but they don't have enough minds. Well, looking at it now, you really have a lot of 'hearts' right now.

"That's what I wanted, Liu Zian, do you like swords so much? Then I'll give it to you, the sword is enough."

Liu Zian turned his head numbly and stupidly, and looked at the old swordsmith who was watching a show by the sword casting furnace.

"The old man didn't lie to you just now, the tripod sword is indeed in the sword box, and the swords in the room are indeed all ready, but...the preparation is a little bit too much."

The old swordsmith glanced at Liu Zian's chest, which was barreled into a briquette-like cavity, nodded, then shook his head, and declined Wei Shaoxuan's invitation with a smile.

"The old man won't come."

The old man took a sip of his wine and said calmly:
"Liu Zian, before you asked me what else I like to watch, but I forgot to say that ever since I brought back the sword embryo and my junior brother's head, I really like to watch scenes where brothers fight against each other, especially your Liu family."

After the words fell, the room fell into silence, except for someone's moans of grief and despair.

"Ah... ah... sword... sword... ah..."

The painful moan became smaller and smaller.

Liu Zilin bowed his head and stood beside Liu Zian. He didn't look at him, but wrapped his right arm around the second elder brother's shoulder, and propped up his slimy body to show off to the audience.

In the eyes of hatred, hatred, ridicule, and indifference.

There was a man with eight sword hilts on his chest and abdomen but nine wounds. His clothes were soaked in blood, he turned his head stiffly, looked back at the Mohist sword box on the table, and stretched out his hand slowly...

Liu Zi'an's eyes were closed, and he lowered his head and arms.

In the end, he failed to touch the cauldron sword.

(End of this chapter)