Chapter 9 Soul Blade Red Army

"Give me this sword?"

Wu Pengwei sat in a chair and curiously put a red sword on the table.

The style of the long sword is simple, straight and slender. The body of the sword is wrapped in a layer of almost transparent fish skin, but it is difficult to hide the blazing red light, and the red elephant is the brightest blood.

Shui Qingxian sat opposite Wu Pengwei and said with a kind smile, "Yes, my master said that the sword is given to the hero. Only a young hero like Wu Shaoxia can be the super-level soul blade 'Red Army', which can also be regarded as the gift of the young hero's masterpiece 'knife shadow'."

"Yes." Speaking of this, Shui Qingxian paused again, took out more than a dozen silver tickets from his arms, handed them to Aoki with a smile, and said to Wu Pengwei, "Wu Shaoxia, my master said that there were many interruptions a few days ago, and there were many misunderstandings. He apologized, so this 100,000 taels of silver is a kind of compensation. I hope the young hero can accept it with a smile."

Aoki looked dull and didn't take it. He stood like a puppet.

Shui Qingxian looked at Wu Pengwei with a smile on his face, but the latter shook his head.

"It's such a waste of water pipes. I can't accept this sword and silver ticket." Wu Pengwei smiled indifferently and handed back the sword in his hand to Shui Qingxian.

Shui Qingxian was stunned for a moment and didn't react for a moment.

Does anyone want the "super group" level soul blade? People with this idea feel that there are only two kinds, either crazy or a lot of soul blade weapons in their hands.

Looking at the black-haired teenager opposite, he doesn't seem to have anything to do with it.

Why on earth doesn't he want it?

Wu Pengwei just smiled indifferently, and the inconspicuous smile between the corners of his mouth made Shui Qingxian feel unfathomable.

"This sword is so expensive that I really can't take it." Wu Pengwei picked up the tea on the table and took a sip.

Shui Qingxian quickly explained: "Isn't the young hero still remembering that Lao Mu and I offended you? There was really a misunderstanding that day. If you mind, I'll call Lao Mu and the two to apologize to you on the spot when I go back?

Wu Pengwei waved his hand with a smile and said calmly, "That's not what I mean. I've caused a lot of trouble to Boss Chen. The painting is my gift. How can I collect money?" As for this sword, it's too expensive. I can't take it. Please take it back.

Shui Qingxian wanted to say it again, but Wu Pengwei said to him, "I haven't recovered from my injury these days. I need to rest. Chen Tian, send me the plumbing."

After saying that, he stood up and walked to the back hall.

Shui Qingxian frowned, but still got up and left with a smile.

After the water left, Wu Pengwei came out of the back hall. Chen Tian and others gathered around and asked, " Elder, why don't you take down the sword, the soul blade of the 'super group' level. Aren't you missing a weapon?"

Wu Pengwei smiled and said, "It's good that I'm short of weapons, but if I accept it like this, it will only make Chen Fusheng, who is 'Jinbu Yao', look down on me. The more the merchant is, the more he stuffs the benefits to you, the more cautious you have to be."

"It's okay if you don't want silver, but it's a pity not to have this 'Red Army'." Chen Tian sighed with regret.

Wu Pengwei picked up the tea on the table and said meaningfully, "If he really wants to give it to you, you can't refuse."

"How to say this?" Chen Tian and others were puzzled.

Wu Pengwei curled his lips, stood up and patted Chen Tian on the shoulder. "Don't think about the Red Army. I have to retreat for two days and digest the gains of the battle these two days. You should all rest early."

Chen Tian and others felt a pity, but since Wu Pengwei had said it, he stopped talking.

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In the waterside, Chen Fusheng was sitting in front of the desk and looking through the accounts of the past few months.

He was born a poor man and worked hard step by step to today. It can be said that he started from nothing and is proficient in inventory of large and small accounts.

Even if he has a lot of money now, he still keeps the habit of looking at the accounts of various places every three months.

Two meters in front of him, Shui Qingxian bowed his head and bowed his waist, like a huge shrimp, and he didn't dare to say anything.

After about ten minutes, Chen Fusheng looked through the account, let out a slight moan, drank the tea on the desk, closed his eyes, half lay on the tiger skin under the desk, and asked lazily, "You mean he won't accept my silver ticket and the 'Red Army'?"

"Yes, boss." Shui Qingxian restored the words at that time to Chen Fusheng.

"Interesting." Chen Fusheng closed his eyes, but a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth: "Lao Shui, what do you mean by this boy?"

Shui Qingxian hesitated for a while before cautiously said, "There are only two kinds. First, I think that the price is not enough, which is unlikely. Secondly, I don't want to give the Lord a greedy impression. He is now a rising star and may want to create a good image for people in the martial arts world."

"Yes, you are right. Unfortunately, you have missed the biggest possibility."

"If you are not talented, please ask the boss to make it clear." Shui Qingxian is puzzled.

"The biggest possibility is that he didn't take these to heart at all." Chen Fusheng's smile disappeared, and his eyes closed face was replaced by a thoughtful look.

"Don't take these into your heart? How can it be? It's a 'super group' level soul blade. Even if it is counted as the martial arts sect in Jiangbei, there will be no more than 100 'super group' level soul blades in the whole martial arts world. Isn't this valuable? Shui Qingxian was a little surprised.

Chen Fusheng sneered: "I heard that the sparrow standing on the branch can never understand the ambition of the eagle flying between the clouds on the top of the mountain. Now it seems that with your understanding, you will never understand the idea of Wu Wei."

"He doesn't want to collect this soul blade. It's not that he doesn't care. On the contrary, he knows the value of this soul blade, understands how to choose, is determined, and can not be moved by the huge ** in front of him. Such a person will become a great weapon in the future." Chen Fusheng suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a terrible light in his eyes. He got up and shouted, "Come on, bring me the 'Red Army' for me. I will personally write a letter. Lao Shui, you can send it to me."

"If he is determined not to take it?" Shui Qingxian was a little embarrassed, afraid of smashing it again. In the past few days, he has suffered from Wu Pengwei. He began to be a little afraid of the teenager who always had an indifferent smile on his face.

"Won't you want it?" Chen Fusheng smiled and wrote as he wrote, "Go and find a little beggar, knock on the door of the post house, and send it together with the letter and sword, and it will be over."

Shui Qingxian is a little resentful: "Boss, is it worth it for you to give him such a precious soul blade?"

"You know nothing." Chen Fusheng waved his hand and said, "Send it to me quickly. Compared with the value of Wu Wei's future, it's not as good as shit. Go quickly. If things are ruined, get out of here. Don't see each other again."

Shui Qingxian shivered, held the 'Red Army' handed over by the servant, and trotted all the way out of the waterside.

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In the Zizhu Post Hall, Wu Pengwei was sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes and preparing to settle down.

On his side, there was a red sword. The sword was wrapped in transparent shark skin, and blood-like light came out of it. It was murderous, which made people have no doubt about its great power after it came out of the sheath.

After all, the "Red Army" was sent to Chen Fusheng.

And it is in a relatively humble way.

Someone knocked on the door on a snowy day. Wang Qi went to open the door. He saw a little beglow outside the door, holding the 'Red Army' with a cowardly face. When he saw someone coming out and throwing down his sword, he ran away and couldn't shout.

There is a letter under the sword. There is no signature on the letter, only the five words "Sword to the Knight".

As Wu Pengwei expected, Chen Fusheng was a very courageous person, and the measures he made were the same as Wu Pengwei expected.

The reason why Wu Pengwei is unwilling to accept Chen Fusheng's things for the first time is that he doesn't want to easily owe a favor to the other party, and at the same time, he is also testing the courage of the other party.

He has a long way to go in the future, and the enemies he needs to face are also unprecedentedly powerful.

With his current strength, he can hardly compete with those enemies. Perhaps more precisely, he is not even qualified as an opponent.

Therefore, he needs allies and partners, powerful allies and loyal partners.

At present, his partner has Aoki, and Gui Shura can barely count it, but there is no ally.

At this time, Chen Fusheng jumped into his eyes. The richest businessman in the south of the Yangtze River has a lot of wealth. It is said that he also has an inextricable relationship with the first assassination organization 'Ghost'. Such a powerful person is the ally he needs to win over.

He has a bold plan in his mind that is gradually taking shape, and the key link in this plan is the need for a strong ally.

Chen Fusheng, who is outside the martial arts world and has an inseparable interest relationship with the martial arts world, is of course the best choice.

We only need an opportunity for each other.

Now that Chen Fusheng has passed his first test, this person is full of courage. Judging from the performance of the "Red Army", he is not generous, and his behavior of sending the soul blade after refusing but taking back the silver ticket proves that he has a delicate mind.

To get the silver ticket back is to tell Wu Pengwei that in Chen Fusheng's mind, Wu Pengwei is not a person who loves money, but a person of noble character.

The anonymous "Red Army" was to tell Wu Pengwei that he did not ask for anything in return and just wanted to make a friend. Even if Wu Pengwei did not admit it in the future, he had no complaints.

It not only gave Wu Pengwei enough face, but also gave a precious gift. Chen Fusheng is the richest businessman in the south of the Yangtze River. He is a good at it.

It's just that Chen Fusheng didn't expect that his thoughts were in Wu Pengwei's expectation, and it can even be said that it was a game under Wu Pengwei all the time.

The bedroom is as dark as ink, and there is no light. Only the "Red Army" on the side of the bed emits a red light.

Wu Pengwei quietly opened his eyes and held the "Red Army" in his hand, with a sharp brilliance flashing in his eyes.

"Hum..."

The sword came out of its sheath, and a sad sound of the sword suddenly wrapped around the bedroom.

The fire-like light instantly filled the whole space, and at the source of the red light, a straight sword buzzed, as if it wanted to get out of its hand. The red light suddenly contracted sharply, turning into a winged red eagle, hovering up and down in the blade.

The tremor of the sword body became more and more fierce, and the fire eagle also fluttered its wings and sang, as if it was dissatisfied with being controlled.

At this time, Wu Pengwei's eyes tightened, and his awe-in killing breath came out. He shouted angrily in a low voice: "Beast, don't you recognize the Lord?"

In my mind, the silver light fog trembled violently, and circles of invisible energy storms turned into the power of soft and white water attributes, passing straight to the sword body along Wu Pengwei's right arm holding the sword.