In Guyue Sword Shop, on a street close to the Dragon Slaying Platform, Yan Liulang led his troops and beat the private soldiers in black back step by step.

The two sides were engaged in a fierce street fight.

"It's not good, Brother Yan!"

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

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

Arriving at a safe place in the rear, he grabbed the shoulder of the subordinate who came to report, frowned with blood-soaked brows, and asked urgently:

"What's wrong? Weren't you asked to lead people to follow Mingfu quietly? To stop Mingfu from doing stupid things, why did you come back on your own! Where is Mingfu?"

The subordinates cried sadly: "Mingfu, Mingfu and the others are gone!"

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

"The Ming Mansion led the brothers to lurk up the mountain, carrying shark oil on their backs to blow up the sword furnace halfway up the mountain. But I lost track of my men halfway, and they seemed to have disappeared out of thin air..."

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

The subordinate started talking, as if he was thinking about how to describe what he had just experienced. Suddenly he remembered something and lowered his head in guilt:

"Miss Ah Qing also followed."

"What did Ah Qing do in the past? Didn't she ask you guys to take good care of her?"

There was a fierce battle on the front line, and bad news was being thrown out one after another. Yan Liulang felt that his head was about to split as if it had been struck by a knife, and he asked in shock:

"She won't follow the large army and go to Dragon Slaying Platform to save her brother?"

The subordinate shrank his head:

"I don't know... Miss Ah Qing followed us secretly, but she rushed directly to find Ming Mansion, thus exposing us.

"Mingfu originally refused to allow Miss Ah Qing to follow, but Miss Ah Qing held a bag of oil paper in her arms and cried sadly that she wanted to go with Mingfu to take revenge. Mingfu was silent for a moment and agreed that she would follow. .

"Then the Ming government turned around and asked those of us who were following to go back and support you, Brother Yan.

"My subordinates thought that since Miss A Qing was here, the Ming Mansion would not risk risking their lives together, so they took the people back a little way. However, they remembered Brother Yan's instructions halfway and were still uneasy, so they quietly sent people to go again. Follow, the result...

"No one was seen again. Ming Mansion and the others were carrying more than a dozen barrels of Burning Sky Shark Oil, and they seemed to have disappeared out of thin air."

The subordinate whispered in a panic.

Yan Liulang wiped his bloody face fiercely and looked north at the flame-out sword furnace halfway up Xiaogu Mountain, which was as calm as water but revealed some indescribable evil.

"Ming Mansion...Miss Ah Qing..."

The blue-clothed head catcher stared blankly. At one moment, he suddenly covered his ears with his hands and bowed his waist, as if in fear. The next second, a shocking loud noise suddenly appeared.

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Liu Zian and his men stopped cautiously in front of the sword furnace room halfway up the mountain.

All the private soldiers in black clothes borrowed from Boss Li were left at the foot of the mountain by Liu Zian to resist the thieves who attacked the sword shop.

Liu Zian came with only Liu Zilin, Liu Fu, and a group of Qingyi slaves who were direct descendants of the Liu family.

Liu Zilin and Liu Fu took the order and led several slaves in Tsing Yi to act as vanguards and enter the house to investigate.

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

There were no unexpected noises coming from the house, but Liu Zilin and the old gentleman’s brief questions could be heard behind the door:

"Where's Liu Zian?"

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

"Just tell him to come here. The sword is in the box and ready. Just wait for him."

"yes."

A few moments.

The door was pushed open.

After checking around, Liu Zilin, Liu Fu and others walked out of the door with a serious look on their faces, nodded tacitly to Liu Zi'an, and stepped aside to give way.

Liu Zian breathed a sigh of relief.

He waved his hand to signal the servants and attendants to guard the door.

He couldn't wait to enter the house.

Liu Zilin and Liu Fu followed him into the house.

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

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

Next to the table, in front of an open sword-making furnace, the old sword-smith was sitting in a rocking chair. He raised his head and took a sip of rice wine. He raised his little finger with the hand holding the wine jar and casually pointed at the Mohist sword box on the table.

Without saying anything, Liu Zian rushed to the table and stroked the box body from top to bottom with both hands. It felt cold and smooth to the touch.

His breathing became heavier.

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

When the old swordsmith saw this, he laughed and shook his head.

There was only a "click" sound, which seemed to be the sound of pulling the trigger. The sword case opened and the interlayer was exposed.

Liu Zian looked at it expectantly, but for a moment, his face was stunned.

The sword box was empty.

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

Liu Zian's expression changed, and he quickly turned around to run, whispering: "Let's go..." As soon as he uttered these two words, he turned around and was pulled into Liu Zilin's arms intimately.

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

"Uh..." Liu Zian slowly lowered his head and stared at the dagger on his chest and ribs that had been inserted into the hilt.

Liu Zilin put his head close to Liu Zian's ear and whispered: "This sword was given to you by my eldest brother."

Liu Zian covered his chest with his hands, a look of disbelief on his face.

He exerted force with his right hand, trying to pull out the dagger that had penetrated his body and sent chills to his heart.

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

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

Liu Zian's eyes gradually widened, reflecting the immediate scene of Liu Zilin taking out a tablet from his sleeve.

At this moment, the third young master of the Liu family and Liu Zian were still hugging each other face to face. He put his eldest brother's memorial 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 listened to you and cooperated with you to avenge the eldest brother."

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

Liu Zilin didn't hide at all, stared down at the trembling fingers in front of his nose, and shook his head:

"No second brother can hide it deeply. It is the second brother who teaches well through words and deeds."

Liu Zian closed his eyes as if in despair. The next moment, his left hand dropped to his side and he suddenly raised his sword.

But the next second, he found that there was an old wrinkled and rough hand on the back of his left hand holding the handle of the knife.

Press and hold 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 were standing in front of Liu Zian.

Liu Zian was stunned on the spot.

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

A foreign spiritual energy completely locked up his fragile meridians and dantian.

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

Liu Fu looked at him coldly and said nothing.

Liu Zilin gently patted Liu Zian's shoulder:

"Second brother, don't move around. It's wasting time. Everyone is queuing up. Third brother, I finally got the first spot from Mr. Wei. Second brother can help me."

Liu Zian turned his head sharply and stared at Liu Zilin with a pair of round eyes: "No, you are also practicing..."

There was a muffled sound of "Pfft".

Liu Zian choked on his words because Liu Zilin had already taken another dagger from Liu Fu's hand and cut into his chest like a silver spoon sinking into hot cheese.

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

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