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Hua Qingqiong and Wu Chaosheng separated after leaving the door. The three of them stood in the middle of the road, looking left and right, very embarrassed.

Xiao Dan said: "Ah Ren and I are with the head, who are you with, Lao Xing?"

Xing Yu naturally quit: "Ah Ren and I are with Wu Chaosheng."

Xiao Dan raised his eyebrows and said: "He is my brother, of course he has to be with me!"

Xing Yu took it for granted: "He has the same physique as mine, and Wu Chaosheng has something to do with him. It's safer for me to take him with me!"

Lin Haoren rolled his eyes, pointed at the back of Wu Chaosheng who was gradually blurring on the long street in the distance, and said, "Don't make a noise, he's gone soon."

Both Xing Yu and Xiao Dan were taken aback.

Immediately Xing Yu realized something, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Xiao Dan with a strange expression.

They were now implicated in the memories of Xiao Dan's sword and the Ghost-Slaying Demon Sword. What Wu Chaosheng was holding was not the Ghost-Slaying Demon Sword, so the Demon Sword would naturally have no memory of Wu Chaosheng at this moment.

After Wu Chaosheng left Hua Qingqiong, he began to disappear, indicating that it was not the magic sword that controlled this memory, but the knife.

Hua Qingqiong's whole body was clean, his sleeves were clean, and it was impossible to tell if he was carrying a weapon, and what Hua Wancheng was carrying on his back was not a magic sword.Xing Yu remembered the introduction to the information he had read earlier - the Tsing Yi White Plum Knife, less than palm-width, with emerald bamboo and plum patterns engraved on the handle.

He stared at Xiao Dan closely, and asked, "Think about your knife, is there any characteristic? Is it on the scabbard or the handle?"

Having said that, Lin Haoren thought of something: "I've seen that knife before, it's very similar to an ordinary saber, it doesn't have a handle, the blade is designed to pop out, and there are small characters engraved on the scabbard, but I can't read it."

"There is a pattern on the scabbard." Xiao Dan added, "But because it has been worn too many times, I can't see what it is."

Lin Haoren looked at Xing Yu: "What are you doubting?"

"I suspect that knife... is Hua Qingqiong's saber." Xing Yu caught up with Hua Qingqiong and the two, and said quickly, "It is said that Hua Qingqiong chose the lightest knife in the sword mound. His name is Tsing Yi Bai Mei. The Ghost Control Sect is good at using swords, but very few people use knives. The original owner of his knives is unknown, but he became famous after he used the knives."

"I know this name." Xiao Dan said, "Our ancestors were blacksmiths, and we have always wanted to imitate a Tsing Yi Bai Mei. It is said that the knife is very magical."

Lin Haoren had never talked about this with Xiao Dan before, but this was the first time he heard of it: "What kind of magical method?"

"I don't know the specifics. It is said that the blade is very light and fast as lightning. No one can see what it looks like. People who see it... oh no, the ghosts who see it are all gone. Our family has long heard that There were blueprints, but they were lost during the war. I always thought it was just a legend.”

Both Xing Yu and Lin Haoren looked at Xiao Dan strangely, Xiao Dan also felt that this matter seemed too coincidental, touched his head wonderingly, and said: "Isn't it? Could it be that the head of Hua is my ancestor? But it's not right, My grandfather's grandfather also used that knife. It's so small. It's not bad for killing enemies on the battlefield. Isn't it ancient?"

That is the design of an ordinary portable saber, and the blade will pop out from the scabbard—that is, it lacks some other functions compared to a serious saber, and there is only such a blade in the scabbard, which can be used for several generations.

Even Xing Yu couldn't explain this, the three of them wandered around Hua Qingqiong but couldn't find where the knife was, so they had to give up temporarily and followed them to the east of the town.

Along the way, Hua Qingqiong strolled, not in a hurry, and Hua Wancheng, who was beside him, was not in a hurry. The two did not talk. When Hua Qingqiong saw something, he raised his jaw and let out a lazy sound from his nose. Hua Wancheng knew the tune and bought it for him.

It's strange to say that Hua Wancheng is like a roundworm in Hua Qingqiong's stomach, Hua Qingqiong doesn't need to say what he wants, every time he buys the right one.

Xing Yu stroked his chin and said, "It seems that what is said in the information is true, the relationship between the brothers and sisters is really good."

"Is this okay?" Xiao Dan folded his arms and said, "Those who know it say they are brothers, but those who don't know think they are young masters and servants. Look at the appearance of the head of the Hua family. of."

Xiao Dan didn't know Dong Chu well before, and when he slapped someone on the table and stared at him in the street office, the other party's attitude was always good, and he always explained to him tepidly, and even took his phone call, saying that he was dissatisfied place can be contacted at any time.Not to mention anything else, just this conscientious attitude made Xiao Dan lose his temper, as if he had punched cotton.

At this moment, seeing Hua Wancheng who had the same face as Dong Chu being treated like a servant by Hua Qingqiong always felt uncomfortable.

"Don't you make a mistake?" Xiao Dan said, "No matter how you look at it, it looks like bullying?"

"That's what it says in the information." Xing Yu shrugged, "Both of them are orphans. They grew up together and depended on each other. Later, they were picked up by the head of the Ghost Control Sect who traveled down the mountain together. On the face of it, they were brothers, but I guess they regard each other as brothers, right?"

Xiao Dan choked on these words, and immediately had nothing to say.He watched Hua Wancheng circling behind Hua Qingqiong, carrying a lot of food and play in his hands for a while, but his face still had no expression at all, and he looked dull.

Xiao Dan clicked his tongue, but Lin Haoren kept thinking about other things: "What's wrong with Master Hua's eyes? Is there any information about it? Can he see or not?"

"It is said that he was blinded when he was a child." Xing Yu said, "I don't know much about this."

Although Xing Yu knew about the ghost-controlling sect at first, he didn't know about it in detail. It was not until after the Gentleman's Tomb incident that he began to check the relevant information on a large scale, and many details are still unclear.

Lin Haoren looked at Hua Qingqiong walking very normally, and couldn't help being surprised: "Is he blind?"

"At that time, the world was chaotic, and children without parents and mothers were considered lucky if they were not sold or eaten." Xing Yu said.

Lin Haoren frowned and didn't speak for a while.

Although he was born with yin and yang, but because of his growth environment, he is not interested in the matter of gods and ghosts, and naturally he doesn't know much about it.Later, when I made up stories, I also found inspiration from various ghosts; in fact, I also thought about changing careers halfway through, but because of my distrust of people and subconscious rejection of interpersonal communication, I didn’t succeed in the end.

He always thought, as for supernatural stories, just make them up, how mysterious and scary come from.But in the end, it turns out that the people in reality are much scarier than the ghosts in the stories.

Lin Haoren became interested in everything about the Ghost Controlling Sect for a while: the blind headmaster, the elder who looks like wood, a elder brother who looks the same as himself but is gentler, and a rebellious one who looks the same as Xing Yu Junior brother.

There are also those magical weapons that have been buried in the years and awakened by the sword of killing ghosts and subduing demons.What kind of stories do they have?What did they go through?

There is no better material than this.

The town is not big, no matter how hard Hua Qingqiong dawdled, he finally arrived at the place.

At the east end of the town, near the direction of going out of the city, there is a small two-story restaurant.At this time, the heads and elders of the seven major sects were sitting inside, and the disciples brought by them stood at the door. The clothes of various sects were very bright and distinctive, much more conspicuous than the low-key Tsing Yi of the Ghost Control Sect.

The young and energetic disciples were standing by the door with their swords in their arms chatting, and some of them disliked each other and spoke sarcastically.The young man is hot-blooded, flamboyant and reckless, and can fight without a word.Hua Qingqiong had just stood still, before the disciples at the door had time to report, two swords came out of their sheaths and collided with each other.

The sound of metal blades soared into the sky, and there were more than a dozen moves back and forth in an instant. The disciples of the two sects were fighting in one place, and the magic weapons lit up in all kinds of colors, making the bystanders gasp in surprise and dumbfounded.

In the chaos, someone poked his head out on the second floor, still holding a jug in his hand: "Master Hua has finally arrived?"

"It's been a few times too late..."

"It's finally here!"

"Quick, it's time to serve!"

"Did he bring Chaosheng here? Our girl keeps asking me. Hey, did you see Chaosheng?"

"No, it's just him and Hua Wancheng! Nine, shut up!"

Hua Wancheng expressionlessly pulled out the long sword behind his back, the sword was still in its sheath, and waved it to block the magic weapon and sword light around for the senior brother, protecting him and entering the door safely.

The disciples outside shouted: "Master Hua is here! Stop beating!"

"It's not the head of my family, just come when you come."

"Has anyone seen Chaosheng?"

The crowd suddenly whispered again: "I heard that Jin Ge ran away?"

The crowd was in an uproar, and then became as quiet as a chicken, just because the head Hua who had just entered the door suddenly made a move.

The disciple who said "Ji Ge ran away" was in cold sweat, but in the blink of an eye, the famous Tsing Yi Bai Mei Dao was placed under his neck, and the cold blade touched his skin, giving off a biting chill.

"Master Nine." Knowing that his master was too lazy to speak, Hua Wancheng spoke for him, "Take care of your apprentice."

The one called the Nine Heads is Su Jiu, the head of Qinglian Palace, whose name is Changsheng. Although he is old, he is always cheerful and has an image of an old urchin. Everyone calls him Lao Jiu or Nine masters.

Su Jiu twirled her white beard with her index finger and thumb, squinted her eyes and said with a smile: "Hey young man, don't argue with them. And don't call me the Ninth Master, what's the matter? I still have eight in front of me?"

Hua Wancheng ignored him, and turned his head to look coldly at the disciple who dared not move in cold sweat: "If you talk about other people's family affairs indiscriminately, if you follow my school's rules, you will be punished by slapping your mouth and copying 'Lingyanlu Juan [-]' ten times."

The disciple immediately said: "Master Hua, Elder Hua, it's the younger generation who made a mistake."

No one saw how the knife appeared, and no one saw how it disappeared.Out of the corner of my eye, I could only see a glare of white light. Hua Qingqiong flicked his sleeves, the white clothes were more snowy, and went upstairs without looking back.

Hua Wancheng took out a medicine bottle from his cuff and threw it over: "Heal the wound."

The disciple raised his hand to touch it, only to find a thin bloodstain on his neck.

His feet were weak, and the others didn't dare to hit him anymore, they stood at the door one after another.

The laughter of the people upstairs came down: "If you want to say that the rules are established, the Ghost Control Sect is the best. But I'm surprised, there are so many rules in your family, and you haven't seen Hua Qingqiong abide by them once?"

Hua Qingqiong's voice floated down from the top of the stairs lightly: "I am the head, I have the final say."

"..."

The others didn't pay attention, but the three of Xing Yu kept staring at Hua Qingqiong, and this time they saw clearly.The knife was thrown out of Hua Qingqiong's sleeve, and it became bigger and wider in an instant, and it was the same when it was retracted, as if Monkey King's golden cudgel had shrunk back into the sleeve in an instant.

When the knife got bigger, it looked the same as the knife Xiao Dan was holding in his hand at that time.

Xing Yu confirmed his inner guess, and Lin Haoren looked at each other, and they both saw the surprise and uncertainty in each other's eyes.

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