Spring is not far away and the weather is still cold, especially in the early morning, it is bitingly cold.

Yang Yu was walking slowly while carrying the trophies he collected yesterday, while rumors about the commander of the Imperial Guard flashed in his mind.

 The situation in Qingzhou lasted for more than ten days, and Yang Yu could only sort out a rough outline.

Among the twenty-seven states of the Nine Paths of the Ming Dynasty, Qingzhou is considered remote and can almost be regarded as a frontier.

 But precisely because the sky is high and the emperor is far away, the situation in Qingzhou is also extremely complicated.

 The state government forces headed by Nie Wendong, the clan forces headed by the Four Families, the Qingzhou Army forces headed by Wei Zhengxian, plus the six gates that are not affiliated with several parties but are extremely powerful...

 Many forces are either related or hostile, and are indescribably complicated.

As the whip of the emperor, the Jin Yiwei was feared by all parties. Whether it was the state government, the six gates, or even several powerful men and women, they all stayed away from him.

 Even, there is a hint of hostility.

Of course, this does not affect Jin Yiwei’s transcendent status.

As far as Yang Yu knew, this commander once broke into the state government office with a Yanyue knife, forcing the state leader Nie Wendong to come forward to apologize in person.

 In the eyes of most people, the commander of the Imperial Guard is a truly dangerous person.

 Domineering and overbearing.

 In line with the world’s understanding of Jin Yiwei.

 “She still owes me a good martial arts...”

While muttering in his heart, Yang Yu also felt a little guilty.

Only he knows that the Taoist fruit he handed over is just an empty shell with no appearance, and no one can comprehend anything in it.

However, this thing should be handed over step by step.

 If you want to suffer a loss, it must be the emperor who suffers a loss. For this commander, it should be a good thing.

With a thought in my mind, I kept walking and picked up the hidden fine gold armor. I walked through several streets and turned around a few alleys. The environment gradually became more and more remote.

 After another turn, Yang Yu's eyes suddenly became clear.

Behind the narrow alley, there is actually a very large house. Although it does not occupy a large area, it has a quiet and noble atmosphere, which is incompatible with the surrounding alleys.

But when he walked into the house, which didn't even have the door closed, Yang Yu saw the real "specialness" of this yard.

Behind the courtyard gate, the first thing that comes into view is a training ground made of yellow mud, which is hundreds of feet wide!

At a glance, there are eighteen weapons including swords, guns, swords and halberds.

In the middle of the martial arts training ground, there is a medium-sized room. On the eaves, a cloud eagle that is about ten feet tall and looks huge even with its wings closed is looking at itself, combing its wings freely.

 “This layout...”

Yang Yu’s eyelids twitched.

 Everyone else has a martial arts training ground at home. This person built his home in a martial arts training ground?

 “That boy, what are you doing standing there in a daze? Why don’t you come forward quickly?”

A clear and melodious female voice came, and a pretty young girl in green clothes waved.

Yang Yu stepped forward quickly.

This yellow mud platform is full of potholes and there are many new traces, probably left by Cao Jinliegang.

 “Miss, I’m waiting for you!”

The girl in green has short hair and a dashing appearance.

"Miss?"

Yang Yu’s heart moved.

  Approaching the house, through the door, I saw a woman in red armor sitting on a chair with a golden sword, spinning a gleaming sword in her white fingers.

This woman has a petite figure, but she looks extremely beautiful even without any makeup. Her phoenix eyes are so charming that it makes people feel numb both physically and mentally.

The only thing that does not match the style of the painting is the Yanyue Sword beside her, which is more than three feet taller than her.

 “This knife…”

Yang Yu murmured, his heart beating a little.

This is definitely a murderous weapon. It is made entirely of dark iron. The thick handle is five feet high. The blade is not a flat surface, but has serrated teeth like saw teeth.

 Like a knife but not a knife, like a saw but not a saw.

At a glance, it is almost exactly the same as the famous "Leng Yansaw" in Yang Yu's memory of his previous life.

If a master of blood exchange takes this knife and slashes it down, even a non-iron man may be cut into two pieces.

Yanyue Dao is a weapon that can break heavy armor.

This piece of black iron has been refined for hundreds of years. Once it is wielded, it will kill people like mowing grass...

 “Like this knife?”

Seeing Yang Yu staring at his knife without blinking, Yu Fengxian smiled.

 She was originally the beauty of heaven, but this smile was even more like an iceberg melting.

 The whole room lit up.

“How could anyone not like such a precious sword?”

Yang Yu nodded.

 He was a swordsman, so he was naturally a little happy to see the sword, but what made him even more excited was the restlessness of the Cauldron of Gluttony.

You can tell without looking at it that this precious knife must be a fine ingredient.

"It's a pity that the knife and the lady cannot be borrowed. Otherwise, I would let you touch them."

Yu Fengxian is in a good mood.

She is very martial, especially with swords. It is rare to see someone who is willing to appreciate her sword instead of looking at her strangely, so she is naturally a little happy.

 A woman cannot use a broadsword?

“It’s great if you can touch it.”

Yang Yu also felt a little regretful.

As his martial arts advanced, the decapitating knife gradually failed to keep up with his progress, and with his current martial arts attainments, he was simply unable to make further progress.

 The decapitating knife has been developed to a medium or even superior level.

Of course he was extremely eager for ingredients that contained knife skills, but he also knew that the commander never allowed others to touch her knife.

Whoever touches it, I'm afraid his arm is not gone.

 “That can’t be done.”

Yu Fengxian’s eyes moved and she saw the baggage Yang Yu was carrying:

　　"First the Dao Fruit, and then my fine gold armor. You are really lucky!"

"Um?"

Yang Yu was startled for a moment, then felt a light touch on his hand. When he looked again, he saw that the fine gold armor had reached Deyu Fengxian's hand.

 “What a fine gold armor!”

The girl in green clothes beside her covered her mouth and exclaimed: "No wonder the young lady gave up chasing 'Yu Lingxian'. If you can find this precious armor, the old prince may..."

 “I want you to talk more.”

Yu Fengxian played with the armor for a while, then threw it on the table. With a twist of his wrist, the sword with a cold light was already shot at Yang Yu:

"This sword is not bad, but it is useless to me. Do you like this sword?"

"So fast!"

Yang Yu's eyes narrowed, and he felt that the sword disappeared in front of him the moment it jumped up, like a flying sword from the legend.

boom!

He stamped his feet without thinking, leaned back three points, and at the same time raised his hand, holding the long sword in his palm.

 “Hoo!”

 Shaking the sword lightly, I felt cold light hitting my face and a buzzing sound.

“Hundred-refined Black Iron?!”

With his eyes slightly bright, Yang Yu immediately clasped his fists:

 “Thank you, sir, for the sword!”

 This sword...

 Feeling the violent beating of the Cauldron of Gluttony, Yang Yu's heart also beat like thunder.

Yu Fengxian only uses the Yanyue Sword. Could this sword be...
To be continued...