What's wrong with my mother adding special effects to my wife?

Xu Chuilu really believed it.

If Xiao Fangdao didn't say the following sentence.

"What were you talking about just now?"

Sure enough, she abducted herself to ask questions alone!

She and Shui Lian were not so close that they chatted away after eating, the two talked so earnestly, no wonder Xiao Fangdao asked this question.

Unexpectedly, the prerequisite for her to inform her was fulfilled so easily, Xu Chuilu thought... at least not so quickly.

"It's about the Drinking River Sword."

Since Xiao Fangdao came back to get the sword on purpose, he probably already guessed about its origin, so it would be useless to conceal it.

She tried her best to make Yikuishan's past statement as clear as possible, without making any subjective evaluation.

As she expected, the other party did not show any anger, just nodded and said: "Since that's the case, what do you think is so strange about the actions of those bandits just now?"

Xu Chuilu frowned and thought carefully, but she didn't pay attention to this. When she got off the car, the two had already started fighting. Zhou Qu's attitude towards his old friend was quite normal, full of regret and concern, and very restrained, but the few people behind him seemed to have no idea about it Very responsive.

If those few people also knew Shui Lian, they wouldn't be as magnanimous as Zhou Qu, at least they should be surprised. If they were Zhou Qu's new team, they should be dissatisfied with this fruitless result, after all, they have no friendship with Shui Lian.

Bandit's reaction was too calm.

But it's not weird, what if Zhou Qu's command is only good, and they completely trust Zhou Qu's decision-making?

Xiao Fangdao asked again: "Did Shui Lian ever say when he left Yikui Mountain?"

"He said he was about fourteen then."

"That was six or seven years ago."

Xu Chuilu was stunned: "It's been so long."

Not to mention how much a person's appearance and voice can change, even if Shui Lian was the same as now when he was a teenager, Zhou Qu could recognize him at a glance, even if the sword stealing incident was unforgettable for him, and he would be instantly recognizable as soon as he met. If he had to fight because of this thing—then how to explain that he gave up the sword so easily after taking a bag of broken silver?Just to show off your magnanimity?

He obviously didn't care that much about the past.As the lord of a village, Zhou Qu will not remember an old subordinate who defected six or seven years ago, let alone the sword and the name of the sword that is not easy to remember.

Unless, before coming here, someone reminded him.

"Can you still use lightness kung fu?" Xiao Fangdao raised his jaw lightly.

"meeting."

"Take back Jianzhong and Zhan, let's go."

She threw the sword and umbrella to Xu Chuilu, while she stepped on the white frost on the leaves and flew into the deep path.

The cold rain didn't seem to fall on her body, or rather, it was more like they were evaporated as soon as they touched her skirt, turning into a cloud of mist that she left behind.

Xu Chuilu chased after her back, feeling that this ruthless master was slowing down for her.

The mountain road the two traveled was winding and bumpy. If they hadn't explored the road and followed the same old path, they would definitely get lost in the vast forest.

There are scattered bonfires in the distance, and they hide behind a towering ancient tree that can be used as a natural barrier, and they are doing a lot of spying and eavesdropping.

There are two groups of people facing each other in front of them, one is the sons of famous families in brocade clothes and silver swords, and the other is rough bandits in short clothes and narrow sleeves.The number of the former was several times that of the latter, and most of them were escorted and held by the other party. Zhou Qu was surrounded by only a few companions with tired faces, all of whom were injured.

"Master Ji, you clearly promised that as long as I go to Jiedao, I will let them go no matter whether I bring back the Drinking River Sword or not. Are you going to break your promise?" Zhou Qu's face was ugly, both because the other party broke the promise, and because of the onset of toxicity, Weak all over and lack of energy.

The other party sneered: "Who would have thought that you really don't even want an antidote, just refuse to get back my things for me."

"...As I said, after so many years, the Drinking River Sword has long been lost."

"Use this kind of nonsense to fool me, why should I trust thieves like you?" He waved his hand, his white and round face showed the pleasure of revenge, "Kill them all."

Seeing that the guards were about to make a move, Zhou Qu's eyes were about to burst, and he shouted, "Ji Changqian! Stop—"

The young master of the Ji family, who looked like Fu Fan, raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, waved his sleeves to kill him, and lowered his head to leisurely play with his fingers.

Zhou Qu suppressed his anger, sweat dripping down his forehead mixed with rain: "You really want that sword, I'll go there again, and I'll definitely bring it back to you."

"Okay." He grinned, "But the second time, I not only want the sword, but also his head."

Zhou Qu's eyes sank, he gritted his teeth and said, "You didn't even intend to let us leave alive."

Ji Changqian did not deny it: "Yes, we have old grievances. This time I was ordered to suppress the bandits, and the old man reunited. I am very happy. How can I not treat them well?"

He knew that begging to show weakness was useless, so he was too lazy to pretend, and cursed loudly: "What kind of bandits are you killing? When you are a swordsman, you are not afraid that your fingertips will slip off the hilt—"

These words were intended to anger the other party, and Ji Changqian, who was sitting on the armchair, changed his expression and immediately stood up with his sleeves up.

The guards around him moved faster, stabbing two long swords straight at Zhou Qu's face, Zhou Qu drew his sword to block, but the poison had already entered the internal organs, and the internal energy was not working smoothly, these two forces made his chest blood swell , even though he avoided the sword force, he also vomited a mouthful of black blood.

The bandits behind him also knew that fighting or not fighting would be a dead end, so they all raised their knives and howled angrily, joining the fight.

The scene was once very brutal.

Xu Chuilu finally understood Xiao Fang's meaning of taking the sword with the sword - the sword must be returned.

There are many guards in the Ji family, and the one guarding him is even better, but Zhou Qu insists on rushing to the most heavily guarded place, fighting like a moth to the fire.

"Stop! Stop for me!"

The same thing was said this time by Ji Changqian.

When Zhou Qu spoke, he was more angry than afraid, but when he spoke, he was more afraid than angry.

Because the person whose throat was pressed by the sword was himself.

He didn't see clearly who was coming, and his guards didn't react, let alone get back to protect him.Maybe someone can fight the crowd with one enemy, but no one can capture such a living person with good martial arts silently under the watchful eyes of everyone.

too fast.

It was so fast that Ji Changqian suspected that there was a traitor among his own people.

But that thought was only fleeting, because he was sure the man was a stranger.

Suddenly, the situation changed suddenly. These guards came here to protect Ji Changqian, and they dared not act hastily.Both sides raise their swords and hold their knives facing each other, maintaining a delicate and dangerous balance for this moment.

In the bloody wind, a woman slowly came out from under the tree. It was a tall, thin, slender and elegant figure. Most of her face was covered by a blue paper umbrella decorated with black plums, and only her beautiful jaw was exposed.

"Master Ji, is this your River Drinking Sword?"

Her voice was like clear tea in a wine cup, with an inappropriate air of orchid, and her tone was very gentle and quiet, even with a little timidity and embarrassment.

She did not have a sword in her hand, however.

What she asked was about the handle placed between Ji Changqian's neck.

He felt that the blade was an inch away from him, giving him a distance to look down.But he still didn't dare to turn his neck, he only looked down from the corner of his eye, and then said in a trembling voice, "...Yes."

"We will return the Drinking River Sword to you, and you will let them go as promised this time, and give Zhou Shaoxia the antidote, okay?"

Ji Changqian's scalp was numb, and it was terrifying to speak in such a gentle, negotiable tone when others were powerless to fight back.

He only hesitated for a moment, and the sword edge came again, and the small groove built by the cold and flexible iron sheet and the hot and soft neck filled with rainwater.

He was afraid that his own life would also be like this overflowing rainwater, which would fall into the mud pit and return to dust in the next moment.

……

"it is good."

"No."

Ji Changqian and Zhou Qu spoke at the same time.

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