Sir, this sword is a keepsake

The author has something to say: As I was writing the text, I heard a muffled thunder outside the window, and the summer rainstorm suddenly arrived~~~The occasion~

Everyone was a little surprised that the sky had changed so quickly. The sound of walking in the main building and other courtyards lasted for a while before stopping.

There was a movement of the panes being pushed away from a high place, as if someone was looking out of the window, but that person could not see the confrontation here, quietly looking forward to a spring rain.

"The two of you are not going to join forces to deal with a mere Shen. Li Wuhen, if you want to use my eyes for revenge, you have to use your own ability to get it."

Li Wuhen shook his head and smiled, "Junior Brother is still so alert, knowing that I, Huangxue Broken Sword, has been suppressed by your Yiwei Sword for so long along the way. Your opponent, but, Junior Brother, have you forgotten one thing?"

Shen Fang narrowed his eyes slightly, "That's right, since you're not dead, what's going on with Huangxue's resentment and the remnant sword heart I saw?"

"No matter how spiritual the sword is, it is still inhuman and cannot be deceived."

"Then your sword heart..."

Li Wuhen slashed across the sword with two fingers, but the blade remained silent, without any reaction.Shen Fang remembered that in the past, as long as Li Wuhen did this, Huang Xuejian would respond with crystal snow pattern patterns on the sword.

When she was a child, Lu Ying liked watching Li Wuhen stroking the sword like this the most. She would always giggle non-stop at the beautiful Huangxue sword.

Like Shen Fang, Li Wuhen also thought of Lu Ying, but he remembered that the light in the junior sister's eyes was more pure and clear than that of the sword.

"The sword technique my master taught me, when I decided to help Cuncao, I already dispersed on my own."

The two were speechless for a moment, and after a while, Shen Fang said, "If that's the case, then there's no need to call me Junior Brother. Since we have made our respective choices, let's go all out for it."

He looked at Huyan Dongliu at the side.

"Well said!" Huyan Dongliu stood up, "Brother Shen said just now that he felt that he still has more to say, so I will show it off today."

Judging from his open-minded tone, it seems that this is not a vicious fight to catch Shen's eyes, but an ordinary contest in the arena - if Shen Fang loses to him, it will be fined with three glasses of wine, and all grudges will be wiped out with a smile.

Seeing that Huyan Dongliu was about to draw his sword, Shen Fang suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

In front of the three of them, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket, glanced at it quickly, but frowned tightly.What was written on the paper had nothing to do with the flaws in Huyan Dongliu's sword technique.But the handwriting was extremely familiar, he had seen it countless times in Shen Yucheng's study.

"After the matter is over, you are free and leave Luoyang quickly."

Finished?What's up?It must not be about giving away the sword manual, he just arrived in Luoyang.free body?Does it mean that there is no need to send the sword manual into the palace?Leaving Luoyang quickly?Something big happened in Luoyang... This is of course nonsense...

If we look backwards, what exactly has been accomplished?

No, Guixuzi asked him to wait for some secret, but he was forced to open it at this time, isn't this very contradictory?Guixuzi claimed that there was a flaw in Huyan Dongliu's sword technique written on it, but he let himself wait for the opportunity. How could he predict when Huyan Dongliu would come to trouble him?

Thinking about it now, it really doesn't make sense everywhere.Father and Guixuzi apparently teamed up to hide something.

"Shen Fang, I didn't expect you to have a day of fear."

Fang Di's sharp voice interrupted Shen Fang's thoughts.Shen Fang raised his eyes and saw that Fang Di had retreated to a corner, with a contemptuous and mocking expression, his eyes full of expectation.He thought that Shen Fang's worry was because he was afraid of Huyan Dongliu's knife.

Seeing that Shen Fang didn't pay attention, Fang Di said again: "You can't see Shang Qing, she lost the Fang family's face, couldn't practice swords anymore, and became a useless person, but fortunately she died in the hands of Shenwu Pavilion in the end. , was hacked to death on the bed in a deep sleep, I think she didn't even have time to make a sound before she died..."

He deliberately stimulated Shen Fang, and his tone was extremely vicious and indifferent, but in the end, his voice became lower and lower, and his eyes were red.

Huyan Dongliu drew out the knife, and the coldness stopped the two people who were gradually getting out of control.

In the past, Huyan Dongliu swung his sword silently, but Shen Fang had long since discovered that his black long sword was a "dumb" sword.

But at this time, when he swung his saber, there was the sound of tigers roaring and dragons roaring.The whistling wind of knives raged in the courtyard, crackling, and the sound of beans bursting filled everyone's ears.The blade leaped in the air, and the blade energy exploded like gold and stone, flashing like a firefly.

Everything happens with the snap of your fingers.A firefly the size of a thumb landed on Shen Fang's shoulder, and suddenly a sharp pain spread, and the skin was torn to pieces.At the same time, a white light was seen falling towards his face.Shen Fang dodged past, knowing that as long as he was slow for a moment, his body would be split in half by the knife.

"Nangong Lingyun definitely doesn't know, you were hiding something."

Shen Fang smiled bitterly, raised his sword and went up - it was his turn to draw the sword!

The two swift figures rushed up against each other, and Li Wuhen felt a little regretful that all his skills over the years were wasted in a single thought.

Should I regret it?

He shouted: "Shen Fang, would you rather fight to the death than hand over your eyes? Is a Qidi worth it?"

But what he didn't expect was that under Huyan Dongliu's sharp knife, he gradually fell into a disadvantage, and even Shen Fang, who was lying low and rolling around, could still laugh out loud.

Shen Fang had already seen that Huyan Dongliu had no intention of hurting him, but just wanted to exhaust his mental strength, or wait for the fog cocoon to break out and capture himself.

"Who said this young hero would fight to the death, I don't want to die, I still have things I want to do, people I want to meet."

Shen Fang's tone was wild, as if he didn't realize how bad the situation was.He followed silently in his heart: "If I don't see him again, how sad I would be."

"But if he sees me in such a mess, should he feel relieved, or will he be sad?"

Thinking of this, the sword energy in his hand sprouted, and Yiweijian was surrounded by strong wind in an instant.Shen Fang had a grumpy and stubborn face. On his neck, the veins were exposed, and his temples on the forehead twitched wildly.

Seeing Shen Fang's expression, Fang Diyu subconsciously backed away standing in the corner of the wall, because this was exactly what Shen Fang looked like in his memory.

Suddenly, no one could see Shen Fang's steps and stabbing sword clearly, but he was like a flowing cloud, walking chaotically around the courtyard. Like a river intertwined with black and white, rushing towards the small courtyard of Luoyang Deyue Tower.

The cloud of the nine heavens is the hometown of Xue Yi, Li Wuhen only felt that this sword energy coming from the sky was somewhat familiar, but more of it was the strangeness of the realm he had not yet reached.

The elegance, clearness, and remoteness of the sword energy are all inferior to the Huangxue sword.What's more, the snow-free cold stillness, instead, has a steady stream of vigorous vitality:

The mountains follow Hirano, and the river flows into the great wasteland.

Flying Sky Mirror under the moon, Yunsheng Jiehai Building

The cool cloud air blows over, immediately filling the small courtyard, even Huyan Dongliu had to hold his breath and turn back to defend.

The sound of stabbing swords was endless, and Shen Fang's elusive figure was still wandering, as if walking on the clouds, with a madness in his chicness, and he was pointing the country with his sword.

In an instant, the feeling of coolness all over his body was replaced by sharp pain. He lowered his head and took a closer look. There were sword wounds all over his body. In the deepest part, bones were visible on his thighs.

Hearing an exclamation, Huyan Dongliu flew up to protect Fang Di.

Li Wuhen, who was covered in blood all over his body, stood there blankly, with a complicated expression, some shocked, some disappointed, "You have learned the nineteen years of Spring and Autumn..."

Huyan Dongliu also guessed a little bit in his heart, and at this moment he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "It's just a little bit of effort, and it has such power."

Just when the three of them were in a state of panic, the cloud suddenly condensed in the court, and as Shen Fang's figure froze, the sword energy suddenly disappeared.

If this sword energy is maintained for a few more seconds, Huyan Dongliu will be seriously injured, but he still feels a little pity in his heart - the sword in the cloud that opened his eyes is so hasty.

But in front of him, the person who used such a unparalleled swordsmanship in the world is in a very bad situation.

Shen Fang's mouth and nose were bleeding, and he raised his hand to wipe off the blood, but more blood gushed out.And after making this movement, his fingers started to convulse.

Flying sky mirror under the moon, clouds forming sea towers——Shen Fang's body couldn't bear such a sword force.He hastily sketched it out, just to give it a go, exhausting his mind.As long as he persisted for a few more seconds, he could seriously injure the people present and take the opportunity to escape.

However, maybe the sky wanted to kill him, and to make matters worse, the fog cocoon just happened to break out.

At this moment, his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and his whole body was extremely uncomfortable.He shook his head, raised his hand with difficulty, slapped his uninjured left shoulder, and roared at the same time.

The ink clouds in the sky could no longer support the abundant water, and the rain fell with a bang at this moment, covering his roar in the rainstorm, as if he was sending off a sad song for the young swordsman.

Luoyang City was wrapped in a curtain of rain.There was a puddle of accumulated rain on the ground in the courtyard.Huyan Dongliu sighed in the rain, everything happened without him even needing to do anything.

Shen Fang suddenly fell forward, his knees hit the hard ground heavily, before he could react, two figures appeared on either side of him, lifting him up, at the same time, he heard a series of unfamiliar footsteps, Smell the fragrance of medicine.

The strong medicinal fragrance made him choke and cough again and again, he regained his sanity, and saw a man who looked like a doctor glanced at him lightly.

"Don't be afraid, my craft is very good." The man comforted softly, raised his hand and pressed Shen Fang's head firmly, forcing him to lie on his back.There were two other people who clasped Shen Fang's wrist and ankle respectively. Shen Fang felt that he was placed on a wooden board.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the accumulated water in the courtyard gradually joined together to form a shallow pool. Dense water droplets danced on the surface of the pool, like a round of silver mirror. In the passage of time, at a certain moment that was repeated, it was constantly being drawn. Shatter, restore, smash, restore.

Listening to the monotonous rain, Shen Fang fell asleep. The man did not exaggerate, he is indeed a good craftsman.He opened Shen Fang's right eyelid, and picked out his right eye neatly.

Shen Fang immediately lost part of his vision on the right side, and his left eye blinked like crazy, as if he had his own consciousness, and he didn't want to leave his current body.

Before Shen Fang could catch his breath, the man repeated his old trick and picked out his left eyeball neatly.

"How, I'm right." The man smiled triumphantly at Shen Fang.

In the complete darkness, Shen Fang felt his mouth open silently.

Suddenly a gust of wind whizzed by, and a person floated up and hugged him.Shen Fang felt that he had left the board, and his whole body rose into the air.

The scent of the medicine disappeared, and he smelled the familiar scent of wine. He remembered that he came to a place called Deyue Tower tonight. Deyue Tower is the best brothel in Luoyang.

After a while, the smell of wine disappeared, and he smelled a faint scent of flowers, is it peach blossom or apricot blossom?All he knew was that the scent of pear blossoms was extremely weak...

In the future, do you have to ask that person to sprinkle some scent on your body, so that you can recognize it at once.But what if that person refuses?

Shen Fang let his thoughts wander, until a pair of soft hands touched his face cautiously and tentatively.

Suddenly, a crisp finger snap sounded in his ears.

Shen Fang suddenly opened his eyes, as if waking up from a dream full of mist and rain, only to see Zhuang Li, whom he had been thinking about day and night, blinking at him tenderly under the dim moonlight.