The villains are all my vests

Chapter 225 Once upon a time there was a Cangming Mountain (17)

Before this, Han Yue never thought that one day he would walk the world with two cut-off swords.

It's just that considering that Gu Zhihuan chose it for him, Han Yue had some other emotions in his heart for no reason.

The two returned to Cangming Mountain.

Song Yufeng has long been tormented by Wu Xian to make him look bad.

He was lying on the table with a pale face, disheveled clothes, and was out of breath. When he saw Gu Zhihuan and the others coming back, he raised his eyelids with difficulty, but he didn't even have the energy to speak.

Gu Zhihuan glanced at Wu Xian who was standing behind Song Yufeng, and calmly stopped at the door: "Sorry to bother you."

Song Yufeng has been with Gu Zhihuan for so long, so he doesn't understand what dirty things are going on in Gu Zhihuan's mind.

He didn't know where the strength came from, he propped up his upper body, and said to Gu Zhihuan: "We didn't do anything!"

"I didn't do it, or I didn't have time to do it." Gu Zhihuan said meaningfully.

"I took Wu Xian out to catch birds!" Song Yufeng broke down.

"You guys are quite interesting." Gu Zhihuan walked into the room slowly.

The corners of Song Yufeng's eyes twitched, feeling like he couldn't clean himself up even if he jumped into the Yellow River this time.

He gave up struggling, and leaned back on the table. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the two severed swords in Han Yue's hand, and became interested again: "Third Junior Brother, what are you holding?"

"Sword." Han Yue said concisely.

"Let me see." Song Yufeng was like a monkey, his mental power seemed inexhaustible, and after just a short while, he started to be alive again.

He waved to Han Yue.

On a different day, Han Yue probably wouldn't pay attention to Song Yufeng.

But this sword was chosen by Gu Zhihuan for himself, Han Yue hesitated for half a second, and actually walked over and put the long sword on the table.

"Hey, the little bastard took the wrong medicine today, so obedient." Song Yufeng said in amazement, then lifted the blue cloth on the sword with his hand, and then his smile froze.

On the dark blue coarse cloth, two long swords that had been severed at the waist lay dingy on it.

There are still mottled rust spots on the sword body.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like an old antique dug out of the ground.

Song Yufeng stretched out two fingers, picked up one of the severed swords with a look of disgust, and grinned, as if he saw something dirty.

"Third Junior Brother, you won't dig up the grave of the master?" Song Yufeng was amazed.

As early as when Song Yufeng first arrived at Cangming Mountain, he was so bold that he turned Cangming Mountain upside down, and finally had to accept a cruel fact - there were no legendary treasures on Cangming Mountain.

This hit Song Yufeng greatly.

He had a daydream of finding treasures in the sect, and then using the treasures to become a blockbuster.

While thinking about it, Song Yufeng even moved to explore the bear gall in his master's tomb.

It's a pity that Song Yufeng is courageous enough, but he is timid in his actions.

He has been playing with this idea for more than ten years, but he has not finally realized it.

Unexpectedly, Han Yue threw away the ancestral grave without making a sound.

Gu Zhihuan slapped Song Yufeng on the head: "Thinking about rebellious thoughts all day long, I'm not afraid of being struck by lightning."

Song Yufeng covered his head: "Then where did the sword come from?"

"I took him down the mountain to buy it." Gu Zhihuan said casually.

"Under the mountain?! You took him?!" Song Yufeng's eyes widened, and he stared at Gu Zhihuan in disbelief: "Elder Sister, you actually made a special trip down the mountain for Third Junior Brother?"

"Isn't it normal to go down the mountain?" Gu Zhihuan asked.

Song Yufeng knocked on the table angrily: "It's as if the person who stayed on the mountain for three years is not you!"

"I just don't have the need to go down the mountain." Gu Zhihuan said.

"I was chased and beaten down the mountain, and you didn't come down to help me. Isn't that necessary?" Song Yufeng asked.

"It's just not as good as people's skills." Gu Zhihuan sat down at the table, just in time to meet Wu Xian's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

She turned her face away without hesitation, leaving Wu Xian with a cold back.

Wu Xian hooked the corner of his mouth, but he didn't care.

Song Yufeng was very angry.

He suspected that he must have picked it up.

"After I joined the Cangming faction, you never treated me so well." Song Yufeng complained.

"According to your age, you are slightly older than me." Gu Zhihuan said.

"..."

Wu Xian stretched out one hand and took the other half of the broken sword on the table: "You have a good eye."

Song Yufeng was silent for a longer time.

He tremblingly held the cut-off sword in his hand: "What's so special about this sword?"

Song Yufeng carefully inspected it back and forth several times, but still didn't notice anything wrong.

Wu Xian smiled slightly, and suddenly, the true energy in his body circulated.

An indescribable pressure pressed down heavily.

Gu Zhihuan raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Han Yue straightened his back calmly.

One day, can he also have such strength?

Countless thoughts flashed through Han Yue's mind.

Song Yufeng was startled at first, then curled his lips habitually: "Small tricks."

Wu Xian poured his true energy on the broken sword.

"Crack-"

Broken Sword let out a whining cry.

The rust on the sword body slowly peeled off.

The broken sword seemed to be alive, dangling restlessly in Wu Xian's hands.

Wu Xian grabbed it with his bare hands, and the sound of the sword breaking became more and more intense.

In a daze, Han Yue seemed to be on the battlefield of decisive killing.

There are drums of war all around, and the fighting is ups and downs.

"Broken." A strange syllable came out of Wu Xian's mouth.

As the words fell, the rust on the broken sword miraculously faded away.

The cold white blade was exposed.

Only then did everyone see clearly that the broken sword in Wu Xian's hand was more like a short blade.

Wu Xian's indifferent eyes were reflected on the sharp blade.

Indistinctly, one could see the chill in Wu Xian's eyes.

That is the tranquility and indifference that can only be found after countless bloodstained hands.

Song Yufeng's heart skipped a beat.

Han Yue stared at the dagger, his gaze was drawn to it, and he couldn't move it away no matter what.

There was a strange whimpering sound.

Han Yue felt a fierce resentment for no reason.

He thought of all the injustices he had experienced when he was young, and blood appeared in his eyes.

The evil spirit from the short blade was extremely cold.

Han Yue raised his hand involuntarily.

The moment Han Yue held the short blade, Han Yue even had a feeling of controlling the world.

The corner of his mouth twisted upwards.

If he had such a powerful ability back then, his parents would never have chosen to abandon him without hesitation.

In this world, only absolute strength can survive.

Han Yue's breathing was a little heavy.

He held the dagger tightly until his face hurt.

Han Yue woke up suddenly.

Wu Xian was opposite him, the short blade was firmly held in his hand.

Han Yue subconsciously looked down at his hands, but saw nothing.

"Third Junior Brother..." Song Yufeng looked at Han Yue with an extremely weird expression: "What happened to you just now?"

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