Jijiexian

"I knew it." The young man said, his attitude seemed to change for the better.There was light in his eyes, "I know where you are going, Father is going to let me go too, I have everything ready, I really want to go right away."

"Where are you going?" Fujimine asked.

"Hey! You don't know, maybe you are too young, adults sometimes don't tell children."

Fujimine once again struggled with his age.

"Come on, come here, I'll show you something good." He waved to Fujimine.

"You haven't told me where you're going yet?" After speaking, Fujifeng looked back anxiously, worried that Bai Li would be in a hurry if he found out that he was gone, so he said perfunctorily to the young man, "Didn't you say here? Are you not allowed to enter casually...then I'd better go."

"It's okay, it's okay, you are a guest, not a guy with dirty hands and feet, you can visit here as you like."

After speaking, he involuntarily grabbed Fujimine's hand and pulled him into a nearby room.Ask about him or Baili while walking, if Fujimine says he doesn't know, he will immediately ask the next question, interspersed with other things, in short, never let Fujimine have nothing to say, Fujimine Feng replied, thinking that he was a very enthusiastic person, so he was not so guarded.

This room is like a warehouse, full of things. The young man stacked the boxes on the side of the aisle along the way, and pushed away the bottles, cans, dry straw and cabinets that blocked the way. Only then did Fujimine discover this room Larger than the lobby outside.

"It's a bit messy here, be careful when you come here."

Fujimine glanced at the obstacle in front of him, and backed down again, but seeing the young man looking at him expectantly, he mustered up the courage to step over.

In the innermost part, Tengfeng saw a bunch of messy things, some huge cans, several rows of wooden frames, several large coils of rope, some copper hooks, all kinds of weapons were hung on them, and there were some pieces of armor. Several boxes have locks.

Tengfeng took a fancy to a sword. The hilt and scabbard were coated with a layer of gold lacquer, and gems and agates were inlaid in the middle. "Beautiful." He admired, "It's really beautiful."

The young man glanced at Tengfeng's line of sight, showing an inscrutable smile, "What are these, the real good thing is this."

He took out the key, opened the lock of one of the boxes, removed the sundries on the surface of the box, and took out a thing wrapped in oilcloth, with a very strong fishing line tied on the package.

"What are those? These are really good things. Do you want to see them?" He smiled like a child eager to offer a treasure.

Fujimine is also a child, his curiosity prevailed, and he easily asked: "What is it?"

"You'll know it when you look at it." The young man seemed to be more eager to open this thing than Tengfeng when his eyes lit up.

The fishing line on the package was tightly wound, and Fujimine watched him take a lot of effort to untie the line, and then unfolded the oilcloth little by little.

Finally, Fujimine saw a sword.

The blade of this sword looks dark and dark, and the hilt is not too decorated. It looks deep and peaceful, but if you compare it, it is not as beautiful as the one on the shelf.

"Look." The boy proudly held the sword in his hand, as if displaying a treasure.

The expression on Tengfeng's face was that he couldn't figure out what was so good about this sword, and he had to look up at the other one from time to time.

"Is this sword good?"

The young man suddenly felt that his dignity had been challenged, and he said with an unbelievable expression: "You can see clearly, this is an iron sword. It took a hundred days to forge it from the stars that fell from the sky."

Tengfeng shrugged, he learned this movement from Bai Li, and replied to the boy with a seemingly perfunctory expression: "Oh, it's very sharp."

"Of course, this is probably Chen Guo, no, the sharpest sword in the world."

The young man immediately felt that Fujimine thought he was bragging. He found an empty wooden box, stepped on it with his foot, and raised the sword high like a samurai.

"You look good."

He swung his sword and cut it down.

Fujimine burst out laughing because the boy's sword got stuck in the wood.

The young man's eyes widened in surprise, and he pried the hilt of the sword up and down, trying to get it out, but the wooden boards were still tightly stuck, although they were loose, they just couldn't get out.

He blushed and humiliated himself in front of Tengfeng.

Tengfeng then comforted him and said, "It's okay, maybe the wood is too hard." Then, he stretched out his hand to help him hold the wood, so that he could draw his sword easily.

But who would have thought that just as Fujimine stretched out his hand, the young man pulled out the sword, and Fujimine felt the back of his right hand suddenly go cold, and then it burned like it was being inserted into a fire.

He raised the back of his hands in a daze, blood kept coming out of a neat incision, a sense of dizziness rushed to his forehead, and a lot of messy memories flooded out.

"Hey, what's the matter with you... Come on, come on!" The young man was also confused at first, and then he shouted in panic.

More and more people were attracted by the shouts, Bai Li left the crowd, looked at Tengfeng's hand in horror, then looked at the young man angrily, and hugged Tengfeng out.

"I... I didn't mean it." The young man tried to defend himself, but no one had time to listen to him at this time.

Bai Li appeared in the hall holding Tengfeng, who was dripping with blood all the way, causing chaos, especially when the young man followed closely, still holding a sword in his hand, the chaos reached its peak.

Everyone in the Bai family in the hall stood up and looked at him vigilantly, the original good atmosphere was completely destroyed.

Soon a servant came into the hall, and said to Baili cautiously, "Young master said he has a very good medicine for wounds, please take the child in, it's good to be alone."

Bai Li raised the back of Tengfeng's hand to look at it, and said comfortingly, "It's okay, it's okay, just made a small cut."

Afterwards, Fujimine was carried into another large room, where various letters were piled up. Through the crowd, he saw a man in dark uniform.He is probably Uncle Yu, the prince of Chen Guo. I saw him holding a rectangular box in his hand and walking slowly towards Tengfeng.The people around automatically separated, allowing him to come to Tengfeng.He pinched Tengfeng's right hand, looked at the wound on the back of his hand, and said sternly without looking back: "Chang, put the sword away yet."

At this time, the young man named Chang handed the sword to an attendant beside him under the accusing eyes of everyone, and then said to the man: "I didn't mean it, my lord father."

"Get out, get out of here." The commanding tone was unquestionable.

Unhappily left.

Uncle Yu personally dipped a white cloth towel in water and wiped the blood off his back.Then he opened the wooden box and used the bamboo stick inside to pick out a blue ointment, which was a bit greasy.

When he found that Tengfeng was staring at him, Uncle Yu smiled softly, "Don't be afraid, child, the pain will be gone in a while." After he finished speaking, he began to treat the wound carefully.