Chapter 44 Looking for the Wooden Eagle

"I also found this." A disciple of the Broken Sword Gate handed a piece of white to the swordsman.

However, the sword clan did not take it, and the oil that appeared in front of the sword clan was a human rib. Zijian Wuya copied it: "You boy is sick. This is just evidence of the massacre in those years."

"Well, there's nothing to keep looking for." After saying that, the sword clan turned around and continued to walk up. As soon as the butterfly dance looked at the direction of the sword clan, he knew that the original plan of the sword clan remained unchanged.

The butterfly dance also quickly followed, and the disciples of Broken Sword Gate also dispersed to continue to look for it.

The butterfly dance followed the swordsman for more than half an hour, but did not see the swordsman stop. The butterfly dance sweated: "If it goes on like this, we can't find anything."

"Now you should be able to see the whole picture of the northern part of the forbidden land of Dalaran. If your eyesight is better, the golden tribe can be seen in your eyes." After saying that, the swordsman jumped on a Luo dew stone.

"Really." The butterfly dance also jumped up quickly, and basically had a panoramic view of the scenery within a hundred miles to the north. After watching it for most of the time, the butterfly dance asked the swordsman, "Do you see anything?"

"I'm still watching." The swordsman had to answer truthfully.

"Will it be there?" The butterfly dance casually pointed to a place.

The sword clan burst into tears: "It's full of rocks. How can the wooden eagle hide there? If you want to hide, you must find a place that is not inconspicuous at all.

"What do you think is inconspicuous?"

"There was no place to kill people back then." The swordsman said with certainty.

Butterfly dance only feels that the spine is cold: "Are all the men of your swordsmen murderers?"

"Why are you afraid?" The swordsman continued to look down and continue to observe things in the distance.

"I'll be afraid of farting." Butterfly dance said unwillingly. At this time, he did see the swordsman lifting the cold blade in his hand and shooting a few swords like a peach charm in the sky with the sword.

The butterfly dance looked at the butterfly dance boredly and finished: "What are you doing drawing this?"

"Notify them to come here."

"You can't find it. Can they still find it?" The butterfly dance looked at the Soege sword clan with suspicion.

"But they at least know where the Yi people were slaughtered in those years?" The swordsman slowly expressed their ideas.

"You swordsmen really can't infer from common sense."

The swordsman smiled and stopped talking. Within ten miles of Dalaran's forbidden place, the sword clan did not see a family. In this way, the fear and awe of the locals for this place can also be faintly seen, otherwise the Purple Sword would not have stayed here for so long and be safe.

"Young master, what do you want from us?" Purple Sword Wuya was the first to rush to the place where the swordsmen were.

"Let's see where they were slaughtered when the Yi people were slaughtered."

Zijian Wuya's face suddenly turned bitter. The swordsman waited for a long time without watching Zijian Wuya speak: "What's wrong?"

"I didn't kill many people back then, and I was keen to slaughter the dissent." It took a long time for the Purple Sword to hold out a word.

"How many did you kill back then?" The butterfly dance asked without waiting for the purple sword to speak.

"Not much, only a dozen military criminals." After saying that, Zijian Wuya walked to the swords and went to the rock. Before he could breathe, Zijian Wuya pointed to a place: "That's the place I was when I dealt with those military criminals."

With the direction pointed by the Purple Sword, the sword clan looked over. The place where the Purple Sword is boundless is undoubtedly a remote mountain pass. It seems that the trees in that place are a little shorter than those in other places.

"Did you cut down trees and make an open space to kill those military prisoners?" The swordsman asked speculatively.

Zi Jian Wuya nodded: "Those military prisoners are buried in that place." While several people were talking, the second one had rushed up.

"Young master, do you have something to do with me?" As soon as he saw the purple sword, he immediately understood that the brother's light work was faster than himself.

"How many Yi people did you kill back then?" The butterfly dance looked at the strange dust with a straight face. In the view of the butterfly dance, it was nothing that the purple sword killed more than a dozen military prisoners? The strange dust is a little rough, and his heart must be closer to the devil.

"Not much, 300." Yi Jianchen answered casually, and this number of swordsmen alone had taken a cold breath.

Yijianchen noticed that the expression of the sword clan was different: "Young master, you don't want to calculate the old account of those years, do you? For this, the emperor specially promoted me to a first-level official." The meaning of dissent dust is quite obvious. Naturally, I hope that the swordsman will not be troubled by the past for this kind of thing. HOWEVER, THE FOLLOWING SENTENCE OF YI JIANZHOU IMMEDIATELY MAKE ZIANWYA'S FACE IN A STATE OF GUST: "ZIJIAN WYA, WHO IS IN THE Forbidden Land OF Dalaran, HAS KILLED MORE THAN 30 YI GIRLS."

The face of the purple sword was obviously ** a few times. The butterfly dance jumped to the side as if he had seen the devil. What else can the sword clan say? You don't have to think about it. You don't have to know that the people who came to the Broken Sword Gate this time are all executioners who were slaughtered in those years, and the lives of the people who fell into their hands may be more than a little. But what can the swordsman say? Purple Sword Wuya and others were just revenge in those years. I'm afraid that tens of millions of Chinese people have died in their hands recorded in the classics of the Yi people for thousands of years.

"Diren master, could you please point out where the sites of the massacre were in those years?"

He saw that his face turned white and he was nervous: "Young master, you are not going to pay tribute to the dead of the Yi people, are you?"

The swordsman looked contemptuously: "I just want to figure out where the wooden eagle is hiding."

"Oh." Seeing Chen hesitated, he immediately climbed onto the stone and looked down. The butterfly dance next to him kicked directly: "Go over there, stay away from me." After saying that, the butterfly dance gave the gloating purple sword Wuya a kick: "You are even more disgusting. Stand under the stone."

At present, he laughed even more happily, but he finally started his work under the supervision of the sword clan.

An hour later, the swordsman asked a repeated question for the Nth time: "Do you remember?"

He Jianchen had to tell the truth: "Master, I really have no impression. Over the years, under the leadership of the general, we have been invincible. There are too many Yi people who have been slaughtered. There are not 20,000 or 10,000 Yi people who died in my hands. There are really too few people killed in the forbidden place in Dalaran. It's only 50,000. If this is Elise, I will still be very impressed.

After listening to the dissentinguied words, the butterfly dance vomited on the spot and complained while vomiting: "Soge sword clan, what do you think you are in Jimo Villa?"

The sword clan shuddered. The 'Elis Massacre' is a public case that is still controversial in the subcontinent. The sword clan looked at the purple sword and asked, "Brothers should have an impression."

"I'll go down and tell you. Let the brothers think about it." Purple Sword Wuya said and walked down the mountain.

"Are you still going to stand here?" Butterfly dance looked dissatisfiedly at the different dust, and the anger on her face was really disgusting. Her heart was about to vomit. What kind of concept is this? Thinking of this, Butterfly Dance inevitably thought of the man who was elegant in those years. At the thought of that man, the butterfly dance's eyes were about to look at the Soege sword clan, and there was even more chill in her heart. "You are really like your father."

The swordsman probably understood what the butterfly dance thought of after listening to the butterfly dance? The swordsman took a deep breath helplessly and spread out his hands: "I haven't killed many people."

"I know." Butterfly dance nodded: "Otherwise, I would have killed you for my sister, clean." The sister in the mouth of the butterfly dance naturally refers to the mother of the sword clan. When Dieyi dance thought of this, she suddenly remembered a thing about the sword family: "Do you think that your family withdrew from the half-month court and concentrate on the martial arts forces? Are you also afraid that these massacres will cause thousands of people to denounce and kill your family?"

The sword clan nodded: "Everyone in Guyue Village knows the reason. It's also said that my grandfather accumulated some virtue for us.

"Don't mention that dead old man to me. If it weren't for that dead old man, my sister and your father wouldn't love to die."

It can't be said that the butterfly dance is really unrestrained, and even the word "death" came out of his mouth. The swordsman ignored the endless chatter about the butterfly dance and looked far away: "Help me see which trees are shorter than those in other places."

The butterfly dance glanced white: "Don't you think the trees in the place where people's bodies are buried grow more lush?" After saying that, Butterfly Dance thought that 50,000 civilians had been buried in this place, and Butterfly Dance immediately began to vomit again, which was really vomit.

And the words of butterfly dance do make sense. After the body is decomposed, it is definitely a fertilizer.

"Then find out the short one that is higher than one section." After saying that, the swordsman spread out a piece of paper, picked up a feather and began to mark it on the paper.

"This job is quite troublesome." Butterfly Dance began her work of guiding the country as she said, which seemed to be no different from a female general. There is also quite a demeanor of a heroine, but as long as the butterfly dance thinks that these places she pointed out may be killing places, the butterfly dance wants to vomit. Unfortunately, I vomited for breakfast, and it was all dry vomiting.

"Young master. Brothers, there is news." The purple sword ran up, and the butterfly dance immediately retreated, and the speed was only in the blink of an eye. It's just the Soege sword clan sandwiched between the two. The swordsman loosened his hand holding the feathers: "It's all those places."

"It's all here." Purple Sword Wuya presented the map. The sword clan felt a headache again, and it was an honor for the sword clan to see the magical painting technology of the endless purple sword again. For the technology of Purple Sword Wuya, the sword clan can only worship it except for admiration. The sword clan handed over the map of Purple Sword Wuya to me again: "What are they talking about?"

Zi Jian Wuya nodded, sat on the stone and opened the purple sword Wuya version of the map. The sword family is very impressed by this, because Zijian Wuya can still see the things drawn by Zijian Wuya himself.