The flow of young people's singing and drinking water

Chapter 132 Goodbye at sunset
Three days later, Leijiabao.

"This is an ordinary iron sword that I have built over the years. Although it is not a famous soldier's weapon, it can be used on the road." Lei Hong took out a package with five iron swords wrapped in it, walked to Yang Ming's side, and The package was handed to him.

"Thank you, Master Lei Sect!" Yang Ming thanked him.

Lei Hong waved his hand, "Don't call me sect leader. I only hold this title temporarily. Qianhu is still responsible for the specific affairs within the sect." He pointed at Lei Qianhu beside him.

Lei Qianhu shook his head, "Brother Hong, now you are the No. 20 generation sect master of Leijiabao, don't forget, you have completed the sect master appointment ceremony."

Within three days, Lei Qianhu also officially gave up the title of sect leader to Lei Hong, and also informed the entire world.

"Just send it here, let's go first."

Yang Ming picked up the package and ran towards the caravan at the entrance of Leijiabao.

"Brother Ming, you're here." Lei Wujie saw the person coming and quickly ordered: "Let's go."

"Yes!" The person in charge of the caravan quickly ran to the front of the caravan and gave the order to set off.

Looking at Lei Wujie, who was dressed in red cloth, Yang Ming couldn't help but smile: "Lei Wujie, if you didn't look carefully at your dress, I would have thought you were a mountain dweller in a certain mountain."

"Brother Ming, don't bury me." Lei Wujie scratched his head in embarrassment.

Among the few people, he was the most vulgar in clothes, and Xiao Se and the others laughed at him.

"Go on." Yang Ming took out a long sword from the package and threw it to Lei Wujie. "This is what your master gave me before he left. Let's use this iron sword for the time being."

Lei Wujie took the iron sword and put it on his waist without looking at it.This iron sword seems to have not been opened, but in the hands of a swordsman master, it is no different from a sharp sword.

Lei Wujie touched Xin Jian, who was wrapped tightly in linen behind him, and whispered: "Xin Jian, I have wronged you for the time being. When this matter is over, I will let you show your talents again."

One day later, the wind stopped in the city.

"Yang Ming, have the people from Mingjian Villa arrived?" Xiao Se said lazily.

"We're here." Yang Ming took out the letter from his arms and pointed to the Yijian Inn not far away, "It's the inn in front. Junior Brother said in the letter that he will get here earlier than us."

Looking at the inn's sign, Xiao Se complained: "What kind of inn is this!"

Everyone also nodded, looking at the three characters "Xin Yue Building", they knew what was going on inside without even thinking about it.

Looking at Mu Yumo's cannibalistic eyes, Yang Ming quickly explained: "This has nothing to do with me. The letter said it was an inn, and I've never been there. How could I have known it was a brothel." As he said that, he handed over the letter. He handed it to Mu Yumo and pointed to the contents of the letter.

"You pass, but if you dare to look around after entering." Mu Yumo narrowed his eyes slightly.

Yang Ming quickly said: "We don't need to go in, I'll go to the teahouse next to it and wait." Yang Ming pointed in the direction of Xinyue Building, and there happened to be a man with a mustache carrying a wooden box walking towards them. Come.

"Junior brother is already here, let's go over there." Yang Ming waved his hand in the direction of Yan Xiluo, and then pointed to the teahouse nearby.

Entering the teahouse, Yang Ming threw a few pieces of silver to the waiter, "Son, find us a quieter box." "Dele." The waiter put away the money and became more active, "Your Majesty. Please come this way, the box inside will definitely meet your requirements."

"Waiter, my friend is coming later. He has a mustache on his chin and is carrying a wooden box wrapped in wax paper behind his back. Just bring him in later." Yang Ming said to the waiter. commanded.

"Okay, what would you like to drink, sir?" The waiter looked at Yang Ming longingly.

"Just go to the best one." Yang Ming found a place to sit down and placed the iron sword at his waist on the table.

Xiaoer was also very sensible, quickly exited the box and closed the door.

Tang Lian, who had been silent along the way, suddenly spoke for the first time: "We are really like those wandering wanderers."

"Hey, Tang Lian, you didn't speak all the way, why do you want to talk now?" Yang Ming joked.

However, Tang Lian didn't care. She took the tea handed over by the waiter and poured a cup for everyone, "When I went out to the city alone to perform tasks, it was almost the same as now, but this time I am no longer alone. "

As soon as Tang Lian finished speaking, a hearty laugh came from outside the door, and the door of the box was pushed open. The person who came was Yan Xiluo, who was meeting with Yang Ming. He looked at the people in the box, cupped his fists and said: "Everyone, we meet again."

Seeing that there was an empty seat at the tea table, Yan Xiluo sat down as a matter of course, picked up the teacup, and took a sip.Feeling the bitterness in Dao's mouth, he immediately put down the teacup, "What kind of tea is this, it's really bad."

Yang understood him and said angrily: "Why don't you bring your West Lake Longjing over here! It's good to drink it, but you are so picky."

Yan Xiluo did not refute, but placed the wooden box behind him on the table. He slowly tore open the wax paper wrapping it, revealing the wooden box inside.

The wooden box looks sparse and ordinary, just like an ordinary wooden box.As Yan Xiluo opened the wooden box, three long knives appeared inside, especially the one placed alone in the middle. Whenever the wind blew across the blades, a faint dragon roar could be heard. Voice.

Yan Xiluo stood up slowly and pointed to the long sword in the middle with golden patterns engraved on the blade. "Its blade is light and narrow and slightly curved. It feels the same as a long sword, whether it is stabbing with one hand or with both hands." It can be used for chopping. It is said that the knife maker who forged this knife, after countless times of hard work, only this knife successfully completed the final process. The blade is extremely sharp, and occasionally there is a cold light. The one back then The user once held this sword with both hands and killed a general from Beili with one strike. With one strike, both men and horses were shattered."

Yang Ming's eyes lit up and he quickly picked up the knife.He took a few steps back and faced the autumn wind blowing from the window. The blade of the knife cut through the autumn wind that blew into the house. A low dragon roar sounded, and the surrounding doors and windows trembled, as if they were about to shatter in the next moment. .

"It's a good knife!" Yang Ming ran his fingers across the blade, and with a thought in his mind, the scabbard lying in the wooden box flew over. Yang Ming threw it away, and the long knife fell steadily into the scabbard. middle.

Yan Xiluo smiled and said: "This sword was a trophy obtained by the swordsman of Mingjian Villa a hundred years ago when he killed the original user. It was then sealed in Mingjian Villa. Over the past hundred years, almost all It was forgotten. If I hadn't rummaged through the box this time, I might not have found it at all."

Yang Ming smiled lightly and said, "Thank you for your hard work." He pointed to the other two knives and said, "What do you think of these two knives? Is there anything special about them?"

"No!" Yan Xiluo shook his head, "These two are just more powerful than ordinary swords, and they are far from famous swords. According to your request, this is already the best of this type. But this time I I found another good knife, the quality is at least the same as the one in my senior brother’s hand.”

"Oh?" Yang Ming became interested, "What kind of knife?"

"It's a Mo Dao, but it's too long and inconvenient to carry." Yan Xuluo said calmly.

Yang Ming stopped asking any more questions, pointed to the knife in his hand, and asked, "Does this knife have a name?"

"Moli!"

(End of this chapter)