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What he said was unwillingness to kill, not inability to kill.

Lu Mingtong looked at the sharpness of this sword, and thought that even if there was such a creepy and strange sound, there would still be many people rushing to fight for it.

Master Yang named the sword Devil May Cry, and Lu Mingtong pulled Feng Ji away, saying: "It's a mysterious name, and just now so many people have seen the so-called vision of the gods, it must be spread today. You Say, uncle, is the sound of mourning good or bad for the sword?"

Feng Ji said: "It depends on how those people want to use this sword. Master Yang himself said that he doesn't know where this mournful sound came from, and he probably doesn't know what the sound is about the sword. What kind of meaning can only be a gimmick, and let the future owner of the sword decide for himself."

Lu Mingtong said: "I think the sword is not amazing in appearance, but it is extremely sharp. If you can accept the mournful sound, it is a powerful weapon. Besides, the name Devil May Cry is also very prestigious, a weapon with its own sound It is also unheard of, once the sword is shot, there is no need to declare your family name, the people around will know who is coming, it is most suitable for the kind of people who are willing to show off..." He glanced at Feng Ji indifferently, and the meaning was self-evident .

Feng Ji muttered: "When I listen to Mingtong's words, I always feel insinuated."

Lu Mingtong said calmly, "You are overthinking."

Feng Ji said: "I'm getting old, this kind of atmosphere where you fight over me is no longer suitable for me, Devil May Cry should be handed over to other juniors."

But your enthusiasm for watching the theater has not weakened, Lu Ming said childlikely.

The two of them no longer struggled with this, Lu Mingtong was still thinking about finding a good pair of wrist guards for Shi Jingtian, and now it seems that only Yang Feng, who is the most talkative, can give him some opinions.

He separated from Feng Ji, and went to find Yang Feng alone. Yang Feng was feeding a black cat in the courtyard. Seeing Lu Mingtong coming, he greeted him happily.

Lu Mingtong took a look, wasn't that black cat the one he and Feng Ji met on someone's roof?

Fortunately, cats can't speak, so they can't tell Yang Feng.Lu Mingtong sat down on the stone bench beside him, propped his head up and watched Yang Feng feed.

The black cat sensed the approach of the stranger, and first arched its body. After a closer look, it turned out to be the black shadow that occupied its position last time. Curiously, it walked two steps closer, and sniffed carefully at his wrist. ——Why are you not black today?

Yang Feng smiled and said, "Xiao Hei likes you very much."

Lu Mingtong smiled cheekily, and Yang Feng pushed the small plate in his hand over: "Would you like to feed it a little, envoy Fengyun, it likes this very much."

Lu Mingtong picked up a small dried fish and shook it next to the cat's tentacles. The black cat received the temptation and immediately stretched out its paws to pick it up. Lu Mingtong raised his wrist a little and teased him lightly.

Xiao Hei couldn't catch the dried fish for a long time, so he meowed anxiously. Then Lu Mingtong put the dried fish down and watched it entangle himself in eating.

Yang Feng was smiling all the time: "Is the Envoy Fengyun looking for me?"

Lu Mingtong said: "Yes... To be honest, I want to buy a pair of wristbands at Yang's house as gifts for a friend, but I'm not proficient in this, so I have to trouble you."

Yang Feng said: "Is it a gift to the leader?"

Why does the whole world like to mention Feng Ji?Lu Mingtong said: "No, it's for Brother Shi."

"It turned out to be Hero Shi." Yang Feng said: "A few days ago, I told my eldest brother that I wonder if Hero Shi has any favorite weapons. He uses boxing techniques, and it would be the best gift to give him wrist guards. Envoy Fengyun really has a heart."

Lu Mingtong smiled, and Yang Feng said again: "I'll take care of the wristbands. When the envoy of Fengyun wants to deliver them, let me know in advance, and I'll send someone to deliver them."

"Thank you, Second Young Master." Lu Mingtong said, "I didn't see Second Young Master in Jiange this morning, didn't Second Young Master go to inspect soldiers together?"

"Today, Devil May Cry came out of the box, surrounded by inside and outside. My brother and I were ordered to guard outside, so we didn't go in." Yang Feng smiled and said, "The Envoy of Fengyun should see Devil May Cry, are you interested?"

Lu Mingtong said: "I don't use weapons, I just go to watch the excitement, and I will be useful in the ring behind."

Yang Feng blushed, and said with a smile: "That's right, Fengyunshi is good at using brushes and inks. Speaking of which, the Yang family has also made some excellent pen holders. I will give Fengyunshi a set on my own, and please accept Fengyunshi."

"How embarrassing this is!" Lu Mingtong still refused, but Yang Feng stood up irresistibly: "It's just a small gift, don't worry about wind and rain."

At this time, a laugh came from behind: "Feng'er has a heart, Feng Yunshi should accept it, he has been stubborn since he was a child, as long as he believes in one thing, even I can't talk to him."

Lu Mingtong turned around and saw Yang Tong coming from the outside with a relaxed expression. He was dressed very handsomely today, with all his hair on his forehead, and his dark blue clothes set him off full of energy, showing the vigor of a young man.

Yang Tong walked to the stone table in three or five steps, and touched the black cat's tail without fear: "Xiao Hei is getting fatter and fatter, please feed Feng'er less, be careful that he will be so fat that he won't even be able to jump up the fence in the future."

Yang Feng smiled and said nothing, Yang Tong teased the kitten for a while, then untied the sword on his waist and said, "Come, practice with me for a while."

Yang Feng smiled and went to get the sword from the house. Lu Mingtong was hesitating whether to find a reason to leave, but Yang Tong smiled and moved the black cat into his arms: "Wait a moment, envoy Fengyun, please do it for us with Xiao Hei." Witness this time, whoever loses this time will have to invite all the brothers and sisters to go out for a drink together."

Lu Mingtong sat down with the cat in his arms, motionless.Yang Feng came out of the room and said with a smile: "Then this time one of us will suffer a lot from his purse."

Yang Tong pulled out the sword at his waist, raised his head and smiled: "Accept the move!"

His attack was as fast as lightning, Yang Feng blocked it with the blade of his sword, and said with a smile: "If you're so merciless, then I won't be polite!"

The two came and went and refused to give in to each other, the sound of collisions was endless, Lu Mingtong and Xiao Heiduan sat and watched them fight each other.

The gestures of the disciples from the same sect when confronting swords were surprisingly pleasing to the eye. Although Lu Mingtong was not well versed in swordsmanship, he could tell that the two were evenly matched, and their fighting spirit was high.

In the end, it was Yang Tong who won. Yang Feng dodged his body and backed away from the point of his sword: "Well, it seems that my purse is about to collapse."

Yang Tong smiled cheerfully, put away his sword and went forward to hug his younger brother, and said affectionately: "How about this move, can you think of a way to dismantle it?"

Yang Feng shook his head: "I haven't figured it out yet, maybe Brother Pei can crack it."

"I'm not familiar with this trick yet, so I won't try it with him." Yang Tong pouted and said, "If the trick fails, it will be a big loss of face."

Yang Feng laughed, Lu Mingtong watched from the side, and thought, I heard from Feng Ji that this Pei Lian's martial arts is the most powerful in the Yang family, but it's a pity that he was not sent out at the last martial arts conference, so I don't know if he has any skills this time. Didn't get a chance to see it.

Lu Mingtong said: "Mr. Yang also wants to participate in the competition for the sword?"

Yang Tong didn't shy away from it either: "That's right, in the Famous Sword Conference, everyone is equal, even the Yang family's children are no exception."

Lu Mingtong nodded, and looked at Yang Feng who was at the side: "The second young master..."

Yang Feng smiled and said: "Of course I will go too." He glanced at Yang Tong who was wiping the scabbard and said: "I don't know if I will be in the same group as Big Brother, but it will be even more difficult if we meet Big Brother Pei. "

Yang Tong patted him on the shoulder and persuaded him: "Just try your best. There are many people who are Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in the conference. Even if you lose, you don't feel ashamed. You have to look away. You should practice your sword more these two days. If you lose Don't lose too quickly."

Yang Tong is really sincere, not even a word of coaxing.Lu Mingtong opened his mouth and looked at the other person without a word. Yang Feng was more sincere, and he was greatly encouraged to clenched his fists: "I will!"

Master Yang gave birth to two sons who are so casual, I really don't know whether it is good or bad.

Yang Feng began to practice sword hard, Yang Tong sat and chatted with Lu Mingtong for a while, then got up to leave, and went back to the room to ponder his little gadgets.

Master Yang came to look for him, opened the door and saw sawdust all over the floor, and said with a headache: "Tong Er, why are you making such a mess again!"

Holding a carving knife in his hand, Yang Tong was lowering his head to carve a mark on the wooden sword. When he saw his father coming, he just raised his eyebrows: "The scabbard of the twelfth junior sister is too heavy. I'll carve a wooden one for her. Hang it lightly on your waist."

"Just let the servants do it!" Master Yang said angrily, "Or go to the warehouse and pick one yourself, how many days are left in the meeting? You don't want to make good friends with those senior uncles, and you are busy doing these things behind closed doors." !"

Yang Tong's subordinates kept moving: "Junior Sister's sword is tailor-made for her. I have seen the scabbards in the warehouse, and they are not suitable."

"That's not in a hurry." Master Yang was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, and he didn't want to let it out on his precious son, so he had to sit down and say in a earnest way: "Isn't Dad thinking of you? Dad originally I want you to win the sword, so that I can inherit the position to you. Now it seems that Devil May Cry has an ominous sign, so you don’t need this sword. But if you don’t want this sword, you have to get familiar with everyone... ..."

Yang Tong interrupted: "Who said I don't want this sword anymore?" His movements finally stopped, and he caught a trace of something wrong from Master Yang's words: "Also, how do you know that I can win the sword?"

Master Yang was silent for a moment, before avoiding the important point, he said lightly: "Father is all for you... that Devil May Cry is very weird, you don't want to fight this time, and father will make you a better one in the future. I will prepare a banquet tomorrow, Introducing you to..."

"I won't go." Yang Tong interrupted him coldly: "Also, I have my own judgment on the matter of Devil May Cry. The brothers have been preparing for this for a long time, how could I suddenly withdraw."

Master Yang took a heavy breath and was about to have an attack, but suddenly calmed down again, and patted him on the shoulder lovingly: "Okay, let's take a step back each. If you like Devil May Cry, then go and get it. If it doesn't work well, Dad Then someone will change it for you. But for the banquet tomorrow night, you have to be obedient."

After Master Yang finished speaking, he left. Yang Tong sat alone in the room holding the wooden scabbard. It was not until the dusk invaded his sight through the window that he got up belatedly.

Yang Tong locked the door latch, Master Yang's words just now naturally revealed that he was sure of Yang Tong's victory in Devil May Cry, which made him a little confused.

He walked to the bed, found out the hidden compartment, looked around again, and then carefully climbed up the crossbeam, fumbled for a while at the edge of the algae well, and inserted the wooden key into a gap in the dim light of the house. middle.

After a soft sound, he pulled out a wooden box from the edge of the gap and put it on his lap.

An ancient sword is lying quietly in it.