Chapter 229: Two Hundred and Thirty-Seven, Seek the Sword and Get the Sword!

Two Hundred and Thirty-Seven, Seek the Sword and Get the Sword!

Ancient Yue Sword Shop, on a street near the Dragon-Slaying Platform, Yan Liulang led the troops to push the black-clad private soldiers back step by step.

In the fierce street fighting between the two sides. "Not good, Yan Brother!"

Suddenly, a panicked shout came from a subordinate behind.

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

Coming to a safe place in the rear, he grabbed the shoulder of the subordinate who came to report, his blood-stained brows furrowed, and asked urgently:

"What's not good? Didn't I tell you to follow the Magistrate and them secretly? Stop the Magistrate from doing stupid things, why did you come back yourself! Where is the Magistrate?"

The subordinate cried with a mournful face: "Magistrate, the Magistrate and they are gone!"

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

"The Magistrate led the brothers to lurk up the mountain, carrying Burning Heaven Jiao Oil, preparing to blow up the sword furnace halfway up the mountain, but I led people to follow halfway and lost them. They seemed to have disappeared into thin air..."

Waving his hand to signal the retainers and followers to guard the door.

Finally, Xie Shigui walked over leisurely, picking out a sharp sword, and gradually inserted it into Lu Yuanwei's beating heart inch by inch.

"He owes A-Shan, a life... it's enough to pay." But Lu Yuanwei had already moved away to make room.

The old sword smith saw this and shook his head with a laugh.

"It can be considered as getting what one wants. Wei Shaoxuan, hate the sword so much? Then I'll give it to you, there are plenty of swords."

Ouyang Rong and the Magistrate and others checked around, walked out of the door with a serious face, nodded tacitly to Wei Shaoxuan, and stepped aside to make way.

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

Yan Brother made way, and the figure of Xu Shi walked over staggeringly, the simple girl hurting someone with a white blade for the first time.

Wei Shaoxuan's gradually widening eyes reflected the real-time picture of Ouyang Rong taking out a memorial tablet from his sleeve.

I whispered hoarsely.

Wei Shaoxuan's words were choked, because Ouyang Rong had already taken a short sword from the Magistrate's hand and cut into his back chest like a silver spoon entering cold cheese.

Sister-in-law Lu Yuan.

The white-clad private soldiers previously borrowed from Boss Li were all left on the mountain by Lu Yuanwei to defend against these constables and cunning people attacking the sword shop.

But the hilt was firmly pressed by Ouyang Rong.

Only a "click" sound was heard, like the sound of pulling a trigger, the sword case opened, and a sandwich was exposed.

"Wei Shaoxuan, you asked me what else I like to watch before, but I forgot to say, ever since I brought the sword embryo and Junior Brother's head back, I have liked watching brothers turn against each other, especially yours, the Xie family's."

The sword case was empty.

Wei Shaoxuan didn't say a word, rushed to the table, and touched the case body from top to bottom twice. The touch was cold and smooth.

He walked into the house impatiently.

"Report my ass, tell him to roll over here, the sword is in the case, ready, just waiting for him."

A woman with four sword hilts squeezed into her chest but had no wounds, her clothes soaked in blood, turned her head stiffly, looked back at the Mo family sword case on the table, and reached out slowly...

Lu Yuanwei turned his head numbly and looked at the old sword smith watching the show beside the sword furnace.

His breathing became heavy.

But the next moment, something that made him even more dumbfounded and cold-hearted happened.

Wei Shaoxuan covered his chest, his face full of incredulity. Firmly pressed.

You trembled and cried, handing a sword into Wei Shaoxuan's chest intermittently, skillfully applying force:

Wei Shaoxuan was stunned in place.

So at the moment, it can be said that all the swords sent by Xie Lingwen back then were returned to Lu Yuanwei.

But the next second, he found that there was an extra wrinkled old hand on the back of his right hand holding the hilt.

Wei Shaoxuan turned his head sharply, staring straight at Ouyang Rong with a pair of dead fish eyes: "No, you are also practicing..."

"The old man is here."

Besides that

There was no unexpected sound in the house. I could hear the short questioning between Ouyang Rong and the old gentleman at the door:

The words fell, the house fell into silence, only the painful, tragic, and desperate groans of someone.

Wei Shaoxuan waited for a while at the door.

At this moment, the Third Young Master of the Xie family and Lu Yuanwei still maintained a face-to-face hugging posture. He placed his Big Brother's memorial tablet on the table and straightened it, nodded and said:

"You return my husband, return my child Chuanzhi, woo woo woo we died so miserably, Chuanzhi also died so miserably..."

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

The Magistrate looked at him coldly, without a word.

"A-Qing originally firmly refused to allow Xu Shi girl to go, but Xu Shi girl hugged a bag of oil paper, crying sadly that she wanted to go to avenge with A-Qing. Lu Yuan was silent for a while, then tacitly agreed to let her follow."

Yan Brother slowly got up from the bamboo chair, as if he hadn't fully recovered from his previous serious injury, and walked to Wei Shaoxuan's side with a staggering pace.

"I thought that since Xu Shi girl was there, A-Qing shouldn't be doing anything risky like dying together, so I led people back some way, but halfway I remembered Yan Liulang's instructions, and was still uneasy, so I secretly sent people to follow, but..."

"How deep is Second Brother hiding? It is Second Brother's personal teaching, teaching well."

Wei Shaoxuan closed his eyes as if in despair. The next moment, his right hand hanging by his side suddenly burst out and drew his sword.

He raised his head and looked.

On the rocking chair on the side, an old sword smith was drinking yellow wine, looking at the scene unfolding in the house with great interest.

A slight closing sound of the door suddenly came from behind him.

Lu Yuan stabbed two more knives before barely venting his resentment. He pulled the knife once, causing blood to splash on his face. He retreated with blood all over his hands, and ran away crazily.

Wei Shaoxuan turned his head stiffly, looking at the scene of enemies everywhere in the house, he opened his mouth weakly, his face full of begging for mercy.

"The old man didn't lie to you just now. The Xin Dingjian is indeed in the sword case, and... the swords in the house are indeed ready, it's just that... prepared a little too many."

Wei Shaoxuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"A-Qing girl also followed."

Wei Shaoxuan did not close his eyes, lowered his head and arms.

"I hate it most when people play tricks in front of me, but their tricks are not enough. Well, looking at it now, the 'tricks' in his eyes are indeed quite a lot."

The Magistrate left the seventh sword hilt and turned away.

"Heh heh..." Wei Shaoxuan coughed up bright red lung foam, looking at us with great pain.

And not far from these four people from Luoyang, on an old bamboo chair, sat the figure of a young county magistrate who was down and out and very familiar to Xie Ling. The little girl's small body was closer to him, slightly easing the trembling of fear all over her body.

Finally, he couldn't touch the Xin Dingjian. For a time, he couldn't pull it out.

He exerted force with his left hand, wanting to pull out the short sword that had entered his heart and made him feel cool.

Xie Shigui turned his head and looked at the young county magistrate who was captured alive by his foster father. At this moment, everyone in the house had different states, but their eyes were fixed on him.

Wei Shaoxuan brought Ouyang Rong, the Magistrate, and a group of Xie family direct green-clad retainers over.

"Yes."

"Lu Yuan... Lu Yuan... you... you... damn it..." Wei Shaoxuan's left hand with bulging veins raised, pointing at Lu Yuanwei's nose.

Xie Shigui stood smiling, shaking his fan leisurely; a moment later.

He held a cold short sword between his two fingers. Lu Yuanwei's voice was intimate and cold.

"Second Brother, do you remember Father's porridge shed now?" "Second Brother is outside the door, let me report to you..."

"The old gentleman didn't lie to you just now, otherwise why would the old man let you find the Mo family sword case from all over the world?"

"Just now, the Third Young Master sent a sword for the Big Young Master. Since Second Young Master, you want a sword so much, then the old man will send Second Young Master a sword on behalf of the Wei Wang in Luoyang. Hey, I have been in Longcheng for many years, and I have been missing the Wei Wang very much."

The subordinate shrank his neck:

"Second Brother." Lu Yuanwei's voice was intimate and cold.

Ouyang Rong and Lu Yuan took the order, leading several green-clad retainers to enter the house as the vanguard to investigate.

Ouyang Rong leaned his head close to Wei Shaoxuan's ear and whispered: "This sword was sent to you by Big Brother."

Qiu Shenji stood coldly on the side, always turning his head to look at the old sword smith on the rocking chair.

The fierce battle was at the front, and one piece of bad news after another was thrown out. Yan Liulang only felt that his head was about to split like being chopped by a knife, and asked in shock:

"Good person, return my brother, return my brother woo woo woo..."

The old sword smith glanced at Wei Shaoxuan's chest, which had been stabbed into a honeycomb, nodded, shook his head again, and declined Xie Shigui's smiling invitation.

"Where is Wei Shaoxuan?"

Ouyang Rong's arm firmly hugged Wei Shaoxuan's shoulder, supporting the former's bleeding and seriously injured body that was about to tilt. He faced him and sighed:

"What did A-Qing go over for? Didn't I tell you to take good care of her!"

"Don't know... Xu Shi girl followed you guys secretly, but she rushed up to find A-Qing, and exposed you guys."

"This third sword is sent to Second Brother on behalf of the ancestors of the Longcheng Xie family."

Wei Shaoxuan opened the sword case impatiently and checked the Xin Dingjian.

Ouyang Rong stood with his head down beside Wei Shaoxuan, not looking at him, but his left arm intimately hugged the shoulder of this Second Brother, supporting his soft mud-like body to show the whole scene.

That painful groan grew smaller and smaller. Ouyang Rong and the Magistrate followed into the house.

Beside the table, behind an open sword furnace, the old sword smith sat on the rocking chair, looked up and sipped yellow wine, the thumb of the hand holding the wine jar tilted up, pointing casually at the Mo family sword case on the table.

Ouyang Rong didn't dodge at all, staring at the trembling finger in front of his nose, and shook his head:

With Wei Shaoxuan facing each other, Ouyang Rong suddenly stepped aside after stabbing the third sword, exposing the scene of... standing full of people in the sword furnace room behind him.

Wei Shaoxuan led people to stop vigilantly behind the sword furnace room halfway up the mountain.

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The long-suffering widow Liu Fu walked over, the woman full of hatred, and fiercely inserted the short sword into his stomach.

Ouyang Rong laughed and hummed, reached out and hooked his hand to the side, and a certain lame steward handed over another short sword.

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

"Never saw a shadow again, A-Qing and the others carried more than ten barrels of Burning Heaven Jiao Oil together, as if they disappeared into thin air."

A stream of spiritual energy came and completely locked his weak meridians and dantian.

"Uh..." Wei Shaoxuan turned his head slowly, staring at the short sword that had entered the hilt at his ribs.

The old man sipped wine and said calmly:

Wei Shaoxuan couldn't pull out even an inch of the blade. What came into view was a familiar lame steward. "Uh uh............"

"Then A-Qing turned around and told us who were following to go back and support Yan Liulang."

Wei Shaoxuan's face changed, and he turned around quickly, wanting to run, whispering: "Run slowly..." Before the words were spat out, he was intimately hugged into his arms by Lu Yuanwei as soon as he turned around.

What made him unbelievable at this moment was not the sudden betrayal of the Magistrate, but behind the back of his hand that was pressed by the Magistrate, Wei Shaoxuan couldn't move at all.

Xie Shigui sneered:

Wei Shaoxuan looked forward with expectation, and the next moment, his face was stunned.

This blue-clad head constable stared blankly, and suddenly covered his ears and bowed his waist at some moment, as if fearing the sudden appearance of a heaven-shaking loud noise in the next second.

Lu Yuan stepped forward for the second time, pulled out Wei Shaoxuan's waist knife and threw it away, took out a short sword, and inserted it into Wei Shaoxuan's ribs like picking a flower:

"Lu... Lu girl..."

He lowered his head and seriously sent a short sword accurately into the liver of the latter, and thoughtfully turned the hilt and stirred it:

"Xie... Magistrate, you... are you a Qi practitioner!?"

"Third Brother, you are afraid that Second Brother will run too slowly, forgetting the ancestors. Does Second Brother remember now?"

Liu Zian fiercely wiped his blood-stained face and looked north toward the sword furnace halfway up Little Gu Mountain, which was intense like water yet exuded a certain indescribable eeriness.

Ouyang Rong heavily patted Wei Shaoxuan's shoulder:

"Seventh Brother, stop moving around, it's wasting time. The lads are all lining up. Eighth Brother, you only just managed to secure the first spot from Young Master Wei, so Seventh Brother, please help cooperate."

As soon as Wei Shaoxuan's left foot stepped into the room, his eyes were completely drawn to a wooden sword case lying quietly on the table directly in front, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"This seventh sword is a gift for Seventh Brother, on behalf of Father and Father's porridge shed."

The subordinate opened his mouth, as if thinking about how to describe the encounter just now, when suddenly he remembered something and lowered his head in shame:

Brother Yan sat on the stool with half his buttocks, his arms bent and supporting his knees. While wiping the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, he rolled his eyes and looked up, staring at Lu Yuanwei in front with a very complicated gaze.

Except for the last sharpened letter-sword that Liu Zilin had given to a certain young lady with plum blossom makeup, all other letter-swords had been brought here, and during these days, they had actually all been sharpened by this Third Young Master of the Wei clan during his leisure time.

The subordinate spoke in a low voice with a calm expression.

"There's a book that says if you get stabbed in the viscera here, a person will be exceptionally painful and stop breathing amidst the agony. I've always been curious if it's true or false...

And at this moment, Brother Yan suddenly reached out from under his sleeve and silently grabbed Lu Yuan's fist that was holding the knife.

"You... you beast... Ouyang Rong... you hid so deep... you beast..." Lu Yuanwei's left hand, with veins popping, raised up and pointed at Ouyang Rong's nose.

At this moment, the Prefect and Lu Yuanwei stood together behind Lu Yuanwei.

Beside Brother Yan's chair, there also stood a young man with delicate eyes and the character "Yue" embroidered on his forehead.

The door was pushed open.

Only to see that middle-aged woman with disheveled hair and a dull expression, her pale hand under her sleeve also holding a sword, her eyes staring fixedly at Wei Shaoxuan.

Another sword hilt was added to Wei Shaoxuan's chest.

The room was a bit darker than outside, so one had to squint to adjust. The sword tip pointed downward, swaying slowly, blood drops shaking off.

She gripped a short sword with trembling hands, as if it had been forcibly stuffed into them. The young man turned his head from time to time to look at Qiu Shenji, who stood like a mountain behind the door, his eyelashes trembling.

The short swords today were actually the letter-swords that Liu Ziwu had routinely sent to the Prince Wei mansion in Luoyang.

That sword was indeed a good sword; before the blood even had time to gush out, it had already entered hilt-deep.

It was unknown whether it was a subsequent entry, or if Ouyang Rong had rushed into the room in a hurry earlier, his gaze entirely drawn by the sword case containing the tripod swords, failing to notice the blind spot behind the door...

A muffled sound of "Puchi."

"Aren't you following the main force to the Dragon-Slaying Platform to save your elder brother?"

Yan Liulang suspected he had heard wrong: "What do you mean vanished into thin air?! More than a hundred people vanished into thin air? You damn well explain it clearly!"

Amidst the gazes of hatred, disgust, mockery, and cold eyes.