My Tokusho Life Simulation

The death rate of the Dark Swordsman ranks first among holy swordsmen, and they are all full of mysteries and clues.

No matter how good the successor is and how loyal he is to the Sword of Truth, without exception, he will become suspicious after taking over the Holy Sword of Darkness.

For hundreds of generations, the Holy Sword of Darkness seems to be running for the same purpose.

"Could it be that..."

Daqin Temple Shaluo murmured, a terrifying idea with zero theoretical value emerged in his heart.

Is it possible that it was not Wuming who betrayed the sword of truth, but...

She shook her head immediately, and her messy black hair fluttered along with her.

For being able to do this, to stigmatize and make most of the Dark Swordsmen die in clues and mysteries...

Just that one person.

——Holy Lord of Truth.

The leader of the Sword of Truth betrayed everyone?is it possible?

"But that's the only explanation..."

Sha Luo of Daqin Temple whispered, his voice trembling slightly.

The sword will not deteriorate, but the human heart will.

The position of the Lord of Truth is hereditary, just like the position of the swordsman of sound inherited from their Daqin Temple family.

A chill surged up his back, and Shaluo of Daqin Temple shivered even more violently.

She remembered the ceremony of inheriting the Holy Sword of Sound after her father died in battle three years ago.

At that time, the Lord of Truth personally gave her the sword.

It stands to reason that the Holy Lord of Truth, who is in his early fifties and is no longer young, has a face under the hood of a red dress, like a fledgling youth, without any traces of years.

Although according to the explanation passed down by the Sword of Truth, the Lord of Truth who holds the large fragment of the Omniscient and Almighty Book will have a longer lifespan than ordinary people, and it will not be easy to age.

But it shouldn't be that 2000 has passed, it's all that face.

The more he thought about that impossible direction, the colder Shaluo of Daqin Temple became, and the sweat on his little face grew more and more.

She finally couldn't bear it anymore, and yelled out in the darkness like a crazy woman.

"Evil sword never existed! It is not the swordsman of darkness who betrayed the sword of truth! It is the Lord of truth!"

This kind of conjecture was originally impossible to be born in the cognition of the swordsman.

However, the family of Daqin Temple did not participate in the edification of the sword of truth in the past dynasties, but indulged in the great cause of forging the holy sword alone.

"No... I can't be lazy anymore, I have to go find them, so that they won't mess around in my house..."

"I also want to ask from the mouth of the current Dark Swordsman, what is his purpose..."

Daqin Temple Shaluo whispered to himself, picked up the sound gun and sword Xiyin on the table, and was about to set off.

Whether the current Dark Swordsman is still Wuming is also unknown.

In this era when swordsmen are in power, there is no teaching about boxing inside the Sword of Truth, and it is impossible for Wuming to have time to practice secretly.

If you want to reach the peak in a field, you just have to give up other things.

If you want to practice swords well, it is absolutely impossible to distract yourself from other skills at the same time.

Before going out, Shaluo of Daqin Temple suddenly touched his messy and slightly greasy hair, and said again:

"Ah... let's wash your hair first."

A moment later, a tall and vigorous petite figure of a well-trained female swordsman who was different from Qingqin stopped in front of Luther and Fan An who were about to make trouble and force the Swordsman of Sound to show up.

"I am the patriarch of the Daqin Temple family of this generation, Daqin Temple Shaluo, the swordsman of sound, are you here to look for me?"

Luther looked down.

She has short shoulder-length pink hair, and her sleeves are so loose that two of her coats can be stuffed in.

In Wuming's memory, Daqin Temple Shaluo is no stranger.

There is no doubt that she is the precious daughter of the former swordsman of sound who always showed off to them at the round table meeting.

Even with the languid and sleepy tone of voice, the size is relatively unthreatening.

Luther held the hilt of the sword calmly.

Size and appearance are no reason to underestimate an enemy.

"Wait! Wait! I haven't planned to do anything yet!"

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Volume 40: Chapter 37 Chapter [-] The Light Steel Sword is the Brightest

"Wait! Wait! I haven't planned to do anything yet!"

Seeing that Luther was silently holding the hilt of the sword, Shaluo of Daqin Temple looked like he might strike at any time, so he hurriedly stopped him.

Even the laziness in his tone was a little less.

Hearing this, Luther let go of the hilt of his sword and said calmly, "According to the convention, this should be the case."

For a swordsman who has always been influenced by the concept of the sword of truth, seeing him as a betrayer, he should be the first to strike.

But besides Shaluo of Daqin Temple, there is only Fan'an as an exception.

The latter betrayed the sword of truth because of selfish hatred and walked with him temporarily.

So, is Shaluo in Daqin Temple hiding something?What do you want to know from him?

Luther was suddenly curious.

Along the way, he held back a lot of words, and his talkative nature was a bit unbearable.

Seeing that Luther temporarily gave up the idea of ​​doing it directly, Daqin Temple Shaluo was relieved.

Then, she explained:

"The Daqin Temple family is different from ordinary swordsmen. To put it simply, although we belong to the Sword of Truth, we are not subject to any control. I came to you to ask some questions."

"I see."

Hearing this, Luther nodded and glanced around, as if looking for something.

"Boss, what are you looking for?"

Fan An asked subconsciously, with a slightly dull expression.

He already had an answer in his mind.

"A place to eat." Luther replied.

"really..."

Fan An sighed with his forehead lifted, and he instinctively wanted to take a sip of wine in a decadent state, but the bottle in his hand had already dried up.

He then threw it, and the bottle spun through the air and fell into a recycling bin.

"Then come to my house."

Daqin Temple Shaluo was not surprised by Luther's thoughts.

Her inconspicuous father once said when he was still alive that when we talk about things, we have to talk about them during meals.

If it weren't for the fact that the round table meeting could be changed into a tea party, the old and young children would bring a lot of snacks every time.

"Take us to your house? Are you really not afraid that we will do it suddenly?"

Fan An shrugged and complained subconsciously.

Hearing this, Shaluo of Daqin Temple sneered and said:

"Heh, where can't you easily solve me with your hands?

Let me tell you in advance, I am different from you, I have never received any systematic training as a swordsman since I was a child.

Three years ago, I was still a young lady who was only half-handed at making swords. "

This is the case.

The Swordsman of Sound knew well that even if her father crawled out of the grave, he might not be able to defeat Luther and Fan An.

Immediately, the swordsman of sound turned around, and walked slowly towards the mansion in the distance with the appearance of leading a wolf into the house.

"That's disturbing."

Luther stepped behind her.

Seeing this, Fan An couldn't help sighing again.

"Boss, you are really not afraid of traps."

"trap?"

Luther narrowed his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his deep red eyes.

"No matter how many swordsmen are ambushing, the gap between ordinary swordsmen and holy swordsmen cannot be made up by the number of people."

"It's like this, even if the guards of my Daqin Temple family go together, they will be killed by Wuming like melons and vegetables."

Daqin Temple Shaluo seemed to be joking.

But it was she who was a swordsman of sound, a sword forging family, who had the ability to maintain and protect the holy sword, that she realized that what Luther said was not false.

Walking on the road, did she secretly look at Luther's profile?

During this period, Luther's speech and character were almost completely similar to Wu Ming's.

But is this true or false?It seems a bit deliberate both inside and outside.

Sha Luo of Daqin Temple asked suddenly: "Wu Ming...you didn't actually betray the sword of truth, did you?"

Hearing this, Luther replied casually:

"That's not necessarily the case. Maybe I was corrupted by the evil sword's curse and became a slave to power."

"Taking the holy sword is just to occupy the power and prevent others from being as strong as me. It's as simple as that."

But as he spoke, his eyes suddenly changed.

He hasn't opened his mouth to say the words that swordsmen can't understand, let alone believe, as usual.

But Sha Luo of Daqin Temple spoke up first.

"arrive."

The lazy petite girl stopped, and following her voice, the simple wooden gate opened to both sides.

As soon as they entered the door, the sturdy swordsmiths stood on both sides of the road with serious expressions.

Fan An looked around curiously. For swordsmen, the Daqin Temple family always wore a protective veil.

He completely forgot what he said earlier that there might be a sneak attack.

Luther, who was wearing a cheap suit, was always calm, and he was already prepared in his heart.

If there is no accident, this battle should be avoided.

In the reception room and the room, the two sat cross-legged, while Sha Luo of Daqin Temple, who was the head of the family, sat dignifiedly on the main seat.

The hot meal was served like this.

"Rough tea and light meals are not respectful."

Luther looked at the light food on the table, and said while picking up the chopsticks: "It doesn't matter if it's unhealthy."

At this moment, he finally realized that along the way, he seemed to be eating besides fighting.

Luther didn't put down his chopsticks in the end, but kept holding the chopsticks, and asked seriously:

"Daqin Temple Shaluo, did you really want to get the answers to those questions you asked me earlier?"

"Yes."

The petite girl nodded slightly, although her brows and eyes were still full of laziness, her expression became completely serious.