Chapter 127 Prepare to go

Actually, I envy the owner. Dugu picked flowers and walked while drinking the swordsman.

"Why?" The swordsman walking in front can't help feeling a little strange.

"Since his debut, the owner has only done two things: drinking and soaking horses." Dugu picked the lace and couldn't help drooling.

The swordsman felt completely defeated in front of this brother.

The two came to the place where the sword style was located. What makes the swordsmen feel ashamed is that their grandfather is still not awake, which makes the swordsmen have to sincerely admire him.

The drunken sword slept lazily at the head of the bed, holding a big wine bottle in his hand, one after another. The cheeks are even more red. The swordsman called twice in a row.

"What's the matter?"

The swordsman briefly told the story. Jian Fengliu waved his hand casually: "It's okay. Although the emperor's kung fu is a little fierce, you can do anything as long as you pay more attention to the girl and defeat the yang fire in your body."

"But if it goes on like this, it is not a solution. If the flower picking never breaks through the seventh floor of the Shuntian Realm and stops on the sixth floor for too long, the consequences will be difficult to predict."

"What's hard to predict? Isn't it just the surplus of yang fire and the death of people in the end? Now that you have chosen this skill, you have to be mentally prepared. Jian Fengliu tilted his head and looked at many flowers: "To be honest, I haven't seen anyone who died for so many years. I'm a little curious about this." After saying that, Jian Fengliu waved his hand and threw a bottle into Dugu's arms: "This bottle is full of bloody elixir, which specializes in defeating people's blood. One every night for three consecutive days can keep you safe for a year. As for a year later, it depends on your own creation. Be careful, don't sleep with girls this year. Jian Fengliu cautiously reminded him.

"Do you have all these things? Lord, you are really powerful. Dugu Caihua touched the porcelain bottle with an excited face. Then he looked sad and said, "How can I live without a girl in a year?"

"I can protect you for a while, but I can't protect you for the rest of my life. You can retreat first."

"It's the owner." Dugu Caihua withdrew from the sword-like room.

"Sword clan. How about the research of that broken book?

"There is no clue. I checked all the cracking methods used in invisible writing a thousand years ago, but failed to crack it.

"I remember that the invisible text writing at that time was mainly two materials, one was light and shadow water, and the other was dark ink." Jianfeng sat up, but his body shook left and right: "Light and shadow water is the ink used to write invisible words used by the Yi people, and the dark ink is indeed the ink used to write invisible characters used by our Chinese people. Perhaps Prime Minister Dark Night uses a method that we don't know. The book written.

Looking at the romantic appearance of the sword, he is obviously drunk. The swordsman immediately held his fist: "The grandson continues to investigate."

"check." Jian Fengliu shook his head: "The historical period in which Prime Minister Dark Night appeared was the period when the Xuanhun chased jade a thousand years ago. At that time, it was the Taizu Emperor of Sanzhou who mastered the Xuanhun chasing jade. In other words, the Dark Night felt that the Prime Minister Luohe privately recorded the core secrets of the emperor. Think about what this means?

"The emperor of the previous dynasty wanted to hide the secret of the mysterious soul chasing jade, but it was recorded by his prime minister."

"Is that right?" Jian Fengliu agreed a little and poured himself a sip of wine: "So whether that book can be cracked by us depends on the opportunity. Don't try to challenge the wisdom of the Prime Minister of the Night. Your mother has also been busy with that book for a while. They all chose to give up.

"Is it difficult to put it there like this?"

Jian Fengliu shook his head: "There are a few things you have to do. After all, you broke the jade beads, and I still feel puzzled that when you smashed the jade fragments, the fragments would break through the wall and shoot out without knowing where to shoot? There is a big problem in this. Jian Fengliu settled down and twisted his head: "The first thing, take a heavy gift and go to the king's city. Who will the crown prince take and who will the princess marry?" We don't care about Jimo Villa, but we have to give this gift.

The swordsman was a little speechless: "A few days ago, didn't my grandfather say that the royal matter was none of our business?"

"Don't you have to go to the old man Soeger? The grandfather of the sword clan) Since you have all arrived in the king's city, if you don't go to the palace to give a gift, we can't lose face in Jimo Villa. Jian Fengliu put the wine bottle aside: "The second thing, you have to take care of the matter of the casting sword villa, no matter the guy who casts Jianzhangping, how about it? It's always your uncle. For the benefit of your cousin, you have to deal with it anyway.

"Grandfather, I'll get ready and leave immediately tomorrow."

"Emp, go quickly, don't delay me from drinking." Jian Fengliu said and continued to drink his own.

Go out to be romantic and drink at home. I don't know when my grandfather got into such a habit, and the swordsman walked out of the pavilion. Speaking of their grandfather, the swordsman felt an indescribable feeling. It was not good or bad, as if the good one was him, and the bad one was also him. The swordsman breathed the air outside. Forget it, there are still a lot of things to deal with.

,,,,,

"Are you leaving again tomorrow?" Mrs. So looked at her son.

The swordsman said it was true, and immediately stood up: "Well, I'll call Shun'er and ask her to prepare."

"Do you know whose house she is?"

Listening to his mother's words, the swordsman shook his head. The swordsman said that he didn't know that he hadn't been back for two days, and there were a lot of things on hand waiting for him to deal with. Thinking about the six years when he hadn't met Shun'er, he escorted the darts every day, and his life was also leisurely.

"He is at Gong's house."

With a "bang", the armrest of the chair seated by the swordsman was broken by the swordsman. Some wood chips poked into the fingers of the sword clan, and blood flowed out and fell to the ground.

While sorting out her things, Mrs. So glanced at them: "Three hundred and two chairs really can't stand your tossing." After saying that, Mrs. Suo put down her things and took out a bottle of powder from the cabinet: "Let me wipe it for you."

The swordsman took a look at his forehead: "Why did you mention her?"

"I can guess that it will be like this. You should really think about it and calm down. In fact, those things in those years have passed, and my mother is not living well now, but your father can't come back to visit us." Mrs. Suo said while dressing the swordsman: "Wait, you go to the palace and pick up Shun'er back. Don't make it the same as other people's deep hatred, pretend to be kind."

"Why don't I ask Sister Wanrong to go." The swordsman touched his handwriting, and the white bandage just bandaged the wound punctured by the wood tip.

"Don't think about it, your cousin and picking flowers are there."

The swordsman frowned: "What's the fun in that broken place?"

"You are not allowed to say that." Mrs. So patted the swordsman on the shoulder: "A bunch of people are playing a card game there, as if it's called Light and Dark Killing."

(Light and Dark Killing: This name is inspired by Killers of the Three Kingdoms and Hero Kill)

"Forget it, I'll go." The swordsman sighed helplessly. Then he stood up and walked out.

"When you enter other people's territory, don't put on a cold face and be kind to others."

"I'm not a three-year-old child." The swordsman suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

"Don't think I don't know. As long as you see other people's girls, your intelligence will either soar or decline. In fact, they are not that annoying. If we don't like them, just pretend.

In addition to the family, the swordsman turned a few mountain roads and arrived at the door of a house. This house is ordinary on the mountainside, even slightly dilapidated. However, it is also neatly decorated. This house is really familiar to the swordsman. A trace of memory hooked up. The swordsman's heart is like a needle.

"Are you here to find someone?" A young woman stood behind the swordsman with a child in her arms and saw that the basket was full of her own vegetables. Some dark skin is even a little rough,

The swordsman was a little slow and didn't know what to say for a while, so they had to nod, but the swordsman didn't plan to speak when they thought about it.

"Please come in." The young woman walked to her door.

For a moment, the sound in the room suddenly calmed down, as if there was no one. A room of people sat there surrounded by a posture, including Shun'er, flower picking, Wanrong, and those women yesterday.

Dressed in white, with a long blue sword at his waist and long black hair falling over his shoulder, the man's eyes looked plain or even calm, let alone murderous in his eyes. Seeing such a big guy was dumbfounded, and the hall was silent. Everyone's eyes turned to the Soege swordsman.

Yesterday's girl in green was first a little panicked: "The swordsman,,,,, I didn't mean to bring them here to play."

"Yes, we just came here to sit down and didn't do anything." The woman called the mistress also looked a little nervous at this time.

The sword clan smiled gently, and the plainness on his face disappeared in an instant: "Nothing? I'll call them three."

"Big,,, what's the matter?" Dugu, who has always been sharp, also stammered at this time.

"It's okay. We'll leave for Juncheng tomorrow. I think you should go too."

"Juncheng? Juncheng is good. There are many beautiful women in Juncheng. If you sleep ten times a night, nothing will be fine. The words of picking flowers alone made everyone look round.

"Why is it so fast?" Shun'er was a little resentful: "I haven't played enough yet. This aunt also asked me to play here for a few more days. My aunt cooks for me every day." Shun'er said here, and suddenly there was a pain in her waist, and she felt something pinching herself: "Oh, who is it? It hurts so much."