Chapter 89: The Spoils of War, Blue Wolf

What?

Spiritual weapon!

The rest of the senior brothers looked sideways.

Cao Shixiong Lu had been forging iron since he was a child and had forged several spiritual weapons himself, and even had people travel thousands of miles to find a sharp blade, so he certainly wouldn't recognize it wrongly.

Eldest Cao Shixiong actually sent a spiritual weapon!

Too generous!

Spiritual weapons were good things that could be met but not sought.

To make a sharp blade have a spirit, it wasn't enough to just dig a piece of good meat from a great demon; it had to be a part like the Red Fire Bird, possessing unique life abilities.

A spiritual weapon with rotten materials, just the attributes of being growable and repairable, had a bottom line of one hundred gold, one thousand taels of silver, and slightly better ones would double four or five times, with no ceiling!

Yang Dongxiong stroked his beard and smiled: "That's right, it is indeed a spiritual weapon. It was a spoil of war your senior brother obtained after capturing a Commander alive on the battlefield. In their language, it's called Skabaha, and in our language, it's Blue Wolf.

Your Eldest Cao Shixiong said in his reply that this dagger is of no use to him, so he sent it to you as a gift."

The spoils of war from capturing a Commander alive!

Too domineering.

No wonder the shape of this knife looked different from ordinary daggers, leaning more toward the nomadic style.

Liang Qu fell into shock inside.

It really was better to come early than to come at the right time.

Eldest Cao Shixiong's promotion was probably inseparable from that Commander who was captured alive.

"Doesn't that mean Liang Shidi Liang has two spiritual weapons now?"

Xu Zishuai began to doubt life. He didn't even have a spiritual weapon yet, and the youngest junior brother actually had two?

How could it not make people envious and jealous? He was about to bite his teeth off.

Among all the senior brothers, only the Eldest, Second, Third, and Fifth Senior Sister possessed spiritual weapons.

The Third Cao Shixiong's spiritual weapon had broken once half a year ago and hadn't been repaired yet because the material attributes didn't match, otherwise the battle with Huang Zejun wouldn't have been deadlocked for so long.

Liang Qu carefully held out the dagger.

The dagger was slender, with a six-inch blade. The tip of the knife tilted slightly upward, and the end of the handle also curved, just in the opposite direction to the tip. It had dark golden patterns on it, and a wolf head was carved at the end. It was very handy to hold in the hand.

He gently pressed it against his index finger and pressed slightly, cutting a shallow white mark. A little deeper and it would bleed. The defense of a First Gate martial artist was like nothing, and it was extremely sharp.

The blood added when this dagger was refined naturally couldn't be Liang Qu's, so wielding it wasn't as satisfying as Fubo, but it could definitely be used, and it was much stronger than ordinary weapons.

"Many thanks, Master, Eldest Cao Shixiong!"

Liang Qu took the cowhide scabbard from the box, inserted the dagger into the scabbard, hung it on his waist, and thanked him solemnly.

Yang Dongxiong laughed loudly, waved his hand: "Don't say so much, eat! After traveling for so long, you didn't eat dinner! I had them kill a cow and two sheep this afternoon. What we're eating is fresh!"

The crowd followed Yang Dongxiong to another hall.

A huge square table was placed in the middle of the hall. Through the lattice window on the side, one could see the courtyard planted with green plants, and one could faintly smell a unique fragrance.

I don't know what kind of flower it is; the smell is so strong in the middle of winter.

The huge Black Tooth was lying in the courtyard, surrounded by several large dogs slightly smaller than it, each holding a few large cow bones and gnawing, their fur oily and smooth; they were all good dogs.

There were not so many rules in a martial artist's home, mainly acting according to one's nature. After Yang Shi greeted them, he let everyone sit down.

The preparation time was sufficient, and today's dishes were much better than yesterday's, with all kinds of large meat filling the square table.

The Madam pulled the Fifth Senior Sister to sit together, and the dishes in front of them were more exquisite.

Steamed yellow croaker, quail eggs, sugar-steamed crisp cheese, stir-fried wolfberry buds with oil and salt, steamed meat cut into small slices.

Of course, there were also the ones in front of Liang Qu and the others, which were much rougher. Each piece of cut large meat had to be stuffed in by opening the mouth to the maximum. The color was soy-red, filled with soy sauce, and all served in basins.

That large meat could be easily torn apart with chopsticks, soft, rotten, and fragrant, and the heat rushed straight to the face. I don't know how the cook made it.

After a busy day, Liang Qu was hungry, and he moved his chopsticks with the crowd.

"When the Ghost Mother Sect was at its most fierce, I was only ten years old and didn't have much contact with them. Later, when I joined the army, I went to fight the barbarians. The information I could find only said that it was established by the Great Qian Demon Empress with the Imperial Prince, supported by a group of old generals.

That Demon Empress was amazing. It is said that she was a Perfected Form Grandmaster. If that is true, she might not be dead yet."

Not dead yet?

Liang Qu almost bit his tongue.

The crowd listened seriously. These were all stories they had never heard before.

Schools wouldn't systematically teach history. Many things, if you don't take the initiative to understand and consult, are very difficult to know.

"At first, the Ghost Mother Sect was indeed bustling with noise and excitement, and Great Shun was deadlocked with the barbarians in the north and couldn't take care of it at all. More than half of the Jianghuai region could hear children singing nursery rhymes compiled by the Water Bath Sect.

After the great victory in the Battle of Liujin Sea, they finally freed up their hands. Duke Xu mobilized troops, broke through like bamboo, and directly beat the Ghost Mother Sect into the swamp.

Unfortunately, the Jianghuai water marsh is too large, with many islands. It's really hard to find them after entering. If it continues, the gains won't make up for the losses, and it might cause the barbarians to counterattack, so they can only leave them to linger in the water marsh.

I didn't expect that after so many years, they would actually make a comeback. I don't know if it's just our Pingyang Town, or if there are ambushes in many other places, and I don't know what the situation is."

Yang Dongxiong felt a little worried, and the rice in his hand didn't taste good.

There were more than just Pingyang Town among the large towns near the Jianghuai marshes, as numerous as stars.

If they were also coveted by the Ghost Mother Sect, could they escape disaster like Pingyang Town?

"If you eat, just eat well. Why think so much? It ruins the mood." Xu put a piece of large meat into Yang Shi's bowl, "You're an old man of your age. Even County Magistrate Peng isn't in a hurry, are you?"

"Haha, that's true, that's true. Anyway, with me here, our Pingyang Town will definitely be fine."

Yang Dongxiong laughed freely.

If he were twenty years younger, he would definitely manage it. But he wasn't.

Taking a few disciples who were pleasing to the eye in his hometown and spreading branches and leaves was enough. He couldn't manage any more, and he didn't have the ability to manage it.

After dinner, rinsing their mouths with tea, the servants brought warm stoves.

The fire was burning very brightly, and the red charcoal flashed and shone. Using fire hooks to push it open, fine sparks floated up, dispelling the severe winter.

The crowd sat around and chatted, mostly talking about what happened on both sides, with loud laughter from time to time.

Until the Hai hour, the night was deep, and the crowd began to feel sleepy, and the interest in talking gradually faded.

Just as they were about to leave, Xu asked the servants to bring many clothes, two sets for each person according to their size, plus a sachet.

Liang Qu reached out to take them, two sets of clothes, one dark with scattered flowers, one light with printed flowers, both with arrow sleeves.

The sachet smelled very good, with a faint medicinal smell, slightly sweet, plus a thick woody fragrance, not greasy at all, smelling like living in a wooden house in a lush forest, wrapped in sunlight.

"Unknowingly, another year has passed. The day after tomorrow is New Year's Eve. I have nothing good to give you. Since you are all here, as usual, two sets of clothes for each, and a sachet!"

"Many thanks, Madam." ===== CHAPTER 90 =====