Chapter 47 It's Night

The sword is known as the 'King of Hundred Soldiers'. Yin Yifan has longed to have a sword in his hand when he was a child, and I have a feeling in the world. At this time, there was really a long sword in front of him, and I couldn't help but be excited.

Ancient poem once said: A sword once served as a million masters, stepping on the sky to cut purple clouds. In the past, the king of Yue broke Wushan with a sword weapon.

"The swordsman is upright." Yin Yifan took over Mang Shang's sword and said softly, "Can I be righteous?"

Yin Yifan shook his sword and inadvertently exuded a faint loneliness and shouted in a low voice: "I would like to be a righteous and lonely person and walk alone on the blue sky road with my sword."

Fan Zi looked at Yin Yifan in a dause and was a little distracted. Then she clapped her hands and shouted, "Okay, I knew it's right to give you this sword."

The sword is about three feet long, and the body is about two fingers wide. The whole is formed into a slender bar and a blood groove in the middle. The sword body is full of a faint white light, although it has lost a lot compared with the original green wolf knife. But when my fingers touched the sword body, I felt a trace of substantial cold in the straight sword front.

"Mangshang, the vast white light, the momentum of Shangran." Yin Yifan stroked down the sword body with his fingers, and a slight blood stain was scratched out, and the blood oozed into the sword body. He knew that the weapon needed to drip blood to recognize the master.

After eating blood, 'Meng Shang' seemed to come to life. The white light was bright, and a clear sound was like a bird song. For a long time, the white light fainted, and the Mangsang sword also fell silent. But Yin Yifan began to feel that he had a subtle connection with it.

As if the sword is also a limb of the body, "It turns out that the weapon feels like this for the Yuan. It's not like a tool, but more like a companion-in-arms. Yin Yifan said silently.

"Very good. With you, I can practice the second article of the nine parts of Fengchen." Yin Yifan muttered in his heart that he had planned when to practice the second article.

Holding a sword, Yin Yifan stroked his hand, but fell into distress. Such a three-foot sword is very eye-catching to carry.

Fan Zi seemed to see what Yin Yifan was thinking and scratched her hair: "Unfortunately, I don't have an extra treasure storage device. This ring is also given to me by my father. The treasure storage device is very rare and difficult to get it."

Yin Yifan smiled, took a long bandage in Fan Zi's hand and rolled up Mangshang's sword. He said, "This sword is very useful, so I took it. If it's a treasure storage device, I'll do it myself in the future. Don't worry."

The treasure storage seems to be strange, but it is indispensable for the original to walk in the world. It is said that when some masters cultivate the original to the seventh level, they understand the way of space before they can cut the space and refine it.

And how can a master of the seven-yuan realm be found so easily? Therefore, this treasure is not flooded, but on the contrary, it is very rare.

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On this day, Yin Yifan sat in the room for a long time, his breathing gradually calmed down, and his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness in the room.

It was night, and the window was slightly slanted, and there was a faint moonlight, slanting into the room, sprinkled on the wooden floor, like a frost, and I could not feel any warmth at all.

Yin Yifan was not sleepy at all. He picked up his sword, stood up, walked to the door, opened the door with a squeak, and walked out.

The plum garden is quiet and silent. I don't know where the cold wind came, brushed through the plum branches, and there was a slight sound, two, three sounds, very low. The moon was like frost, sprinkled on his body, accompanied by the cold wind, and it was actually cold and piercing.

He looked up to the sky and looked dizzy. There was only a shallow moon hanging obliquely in the sky, which was not bright or bright.

"Why is it particularly cold tonight?" Yin Yifan muttered in a low voice. Turning around and about to leave the plum garden, suddenly his chest loosened, and the long sword tied to his body fell to the ground.

Yin Yifan was shocked and quickly bent down to pick up the long sword. He couldn't help thinking of Fan Zi. Suddenly, his heart was bitter. He remembered that the two met in a hurry. He couldn't say goodbye to this continuous walk. Yin Yifan didn't want to associate his escape with Fan Zi, for fear of affecting his future.

"I don't know when we can meet this time." Yin Yifan asked self-deprecatingly.

At present, he tied his bandage, hung his sword behind his back, laughed, looked up at the sky, looked at the moon, stepped out of the plum garden.

"Ai, Yin Yifan."

As soon as I came out of Meiyuan, there was a low and muffled cry from the distance, which was Fan Jian's voice.

The corners of Yin Yifan's mouth raised slightly. Although this Fan Jian's name is not good, he is a good person. Even if the two have a deal, it is enough to make Yin Yifan grateful if he plans to escape for Yin Yifan without thinking much about future retribution.

Yin Yifan didn't say anything, but just followed the voice and walked over quickly, whispering: "Fan Jian?"

"Stop talking nonsense and come with me." Fan Jian shouted bluntly, which was to pull up Yin Yifan, copy the path, and lurked, leaving only a rustling sound along the way.

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Qifu, Shunfeng City

Yin Yishi has fallen asleep, and the sad old woman can only sleep peacefully at night. Old Yin sat at the head of the bed, lit a cigarette, turned red and disappeared, and there was a cough from time to time.

Qi Shen and his wife slept together, and their beds were wide, and their dreams were sweet.

The little girl Qi Run also sat at the head of the bed, playing with the cyan beads on the pendant on her chest, pouted her mouth, and a pair of bright beautiful eyes, blinking, and didn't know what she was thinking.

And at this moment, this moment of silence.

"Boom!"

A loud noise resounded from the courtyard in the middle of Qifu. It was originally a rockery, several feet high and a few feet in radius.

At this time, with the arrival of a dark shadow, only one punch exploded and turned into ashes.

"Green Wolf, come out for me!"

It was a middle-aged, tough figure in a black robe, slowly raising his eyebrows and a black cover covering half of his face. In one eye, there was blood, showing a ferocious and fierce color.

However, just before this sound had subsided, another old voice suddenly sounded from the wall of Qifu.

"Haha, Dulong, can't help it so soon?"

It was an old man, dressed in a gray robe, but still straight, with a long white beard, which was actually a sanctimonial meaning. However, at this time, he brushed his beard with one hand, had a strange smile, and did something to climb over the wall in the middle of the night.

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