"What should I do now?" Sanyu said weakly, "I won't be able to move my hands for a while. Can you help me guard it?"
Uncle Fu shook his head, and Sanyu's expression suddenly changed.
"Don't worry." Uncle Fu said with a smile, "There's no need for us to take action. Didn't you see that the bad guys are already here? No matter how courageous they are, they don't dare to do anything in front of the bad people. Even if there are some who are not afraid of bad people, here
, but there are people with bigger cards."
The torrential rain began to weaken, until it completely turned into a pattering of raindrops. Sanyu looked at the group of sword grabbers in front of him who wanted to take action but were too afraid to take action, and felt faint in his heart. The combat effectiveness of the bad guys was almost negligible.
If they really rush forward regardless of everything, can they hold on with just the second rank of the Blood Clothes Hall and themselves?
Fu Bolang said: "Since your Excellency is here, why don't you show up?"
Sanyu looked around, wondering who he was talking about?
"Xueyitang is indeed very capable, but I don't know whether it is his ability to see all directions and listen to all directions, or his ability to spy on intelligence."
A lazy voice sounded above everyone's heads. Sanyu looked up and saw a young man lying on the roof opposite him. On such a rainy day, everyone was wet, but he was not wet at all.
Sanyu looked carefully and saw that when the raindrops fell on him, there seemed to be a barrier that bounced the raindrops away, or it would be more appropriate to say that they evaporated.
The young man turned over and floated down in front of everyone, and everyone was able to see his face clearly.
The visitor was dressed in red clothes, with a hair crown on his head, his face was white and beardless, and his waist was slightly bowed. Around his waist was a leopard-head belt, with a black belt hanging above the belt.
"Internal Supervisor".
These are the words engraved on the black waist tag.
"I've met my father-in-law!" behind the young chamberlain, those who took the swords saluted and shouted in unison, regardless of whether they wanted to or not.
Because this is someone from the palace.
Sanyu was a little embarrassed and didn't know if he should salute. Before making the sword, Pei Min had told him that someone might come from the palace. Sanyu asked what he would do if he came. Pei Min's answer was to act according to the situation.
But when this young chamberlain came, he just stood there and put on a show, doing nothing. What opportunity could he see and what would he do?
Yu Chaoen looked around at everyone, his eyes finally locked on the dead Khitan wolf slave, he frowned and his face became solemn.
"Unexpectedly, there are Khitan spies in Chang'an City."
"The prime minister will handle this matter."
Yu Chaoen looked at Uncle Fu and said with a smile: "Old man, how many years can you live? Are you so desperate?"
"My father-in-law came here and was soaked in the rain for an hour. He couldn't have come here just to mock me, an old man." Uncle Fu said calmly.
A trace of anger flashed between Yu Chaoen's brows, and he snorted coldly and said: "The senior manager has an order. This matter ends here. The previous fighting will not be investigated. No one is allowed to use weapons again. Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed."
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Behind him, many sword holders looked at each other with anger rising in their hearts.
Not to be held accountable? Isn't that an obvious favoritism for them! From last night to now, how many of them have been killed by one Sanyu! If one of them is not held accountable, he will be picked clean. We will not eat or drink here.
After keeping watch all night, they told us that we could no longer use swords. Not only could we not capture the sword, but many people died. How can we reason with this!
If Yu Chaoen could hear their thoughts, he would definitely sneer and say: "You were unreasonable in trying to seize the sword, and now you want to reason? What a big joke."
"Have you heard all the bad guys clearly?" Yu Chaoen's eyes squinted, and those enchanting peach blossom eyes looked extremely dangerous, "If anyone dares to draw a sword again, they will be killed on the spot!"
"Yes!" the bad guys shouted in unison, and the loud voice echoed on the street, and also echoed in the hearts of everyone on the street.
Yu Chaoen clapped his hands and said, "Come out."
The doors of the surrounding houses opened, and dozens of men in white filed out. The two leading middle-aged men in white smiled wryly and saluted Yu Chaoen, and then said to San Yu: "I'm sorry, Young Master Chang, we...
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After quietly glancing at Yu Chaoen, he didn't dare to say any more.
Yu Chaoen stretched his waist, "I thought there would be a first-class showdown, and I also thought about whether I could see the Sword Master of the Tang Dynasty show off his talents. It's a pity, it's boring to watch a young boy chopping melons and vegetables here."
He waved his hand, tiptoed, jumped onto the roof, moved a few times, and disappeared completely.
Uncle Fu stared at Yu Chaoen cautiously, waiting for him to disappear completely, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
He was really afraid that Yu Chaoen would take the sword. He didn't know the depth of this young chamberlain. He only felt that he was different from himself.
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Their strength is comparable. If they really fight, it's not that he can't beat him, but he doesn't dare to fight.
After all, the master behind that young chamberlain is Gao Lishi!
If a fight breaks out and the young master is implicated, then...
Uncle Fu turned around and looked at his young master with a smile.
"Uncle Fu." Li Xin'an shouted happily.
Uncle Fu nodded kindly and whispered to Sanyu: "Young Master Sanyu, help me take good care of the young master. The weather is cold and let him wear more clothes. His illness is not warm yet, so don't let him
He stayed outside for so long, please go back inside quickly."
Sanyu gave him a strange look and nodded, "That's natural."
Uncle Fu took off the head from his waist and handed it to Chang Yu, who took it with a puzzled look on his face.
"This is the person who attacked you many times before."
"That mysterious archer?" Sanyu was stunned, "How could he-"
"He absolutely shouldn't have taken action against the young master!" Fu narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice:
"This is Shen Gong Zhou Ying'an's disciple back then. Shen Gong was in decline. He probably went crazy trying to revive Shen Gong Sect. He actually came here to seize the sword and even attacked the young master!"
"Xueyitang has recorded and monitored all the major Jianghu forces in Chang'an City. We knew it as soon as he set off. After he failed to attack the young master, he sensed my murderous intention and left. I chased him for four streets.
Then I got close and cut off his head."
Sanyu brushed away the messy hair on the man's head. The man looked half a hundred years old, with his two eyes protruding. This reminded Sanyu of Cui He.
Both of them have their own obsessions, whether they want to survive or revive their sect, they both chose to come here to seize the sword and then die.
To make a name for yourself? Why bother?
Uncle Fu finally reluctantly looked back, waved to Li Xin'an, then turned around and returned to Li's Mansion along the way he came.
Li Xin'an watched the old man leave, opened his hands to his mouth, and shouted loudly: "Uncle Fu, I will come to see you!"
The old man's body trembled as he moved forward, then he picked up his steps and continued walking. No one saw that his eyes were filled with tears.
The men who took the sword left in twos and threes. The bad guys and Zhong Nanxun's disciples stood guard around the courtyard. The bad guys brought a doctor along with them and applied medicine to Sanyu and Wu Xiang. The Jinwu Guards quickly rushed over and cleaned up.
The blood stains on the street took away the body of the Khitan wolf slave. This is a case that can shock the entire city of Chang'an. In the next few days, the court, the market, and the rivers and lakes will not be able to live in peace.
Finally, everything returned to calm. Sanyu lay contentedly on Pei Min's recliner, with his arms behind his head, and said lazily: "Junior brother, An Haoxin, your sword will be out soon."
Li Xin'an, who couldn't put it down holding San Yu's swords, raised his head, looked at the room with fiery eyes, and murmured: "What will my sword look like?"
The chaos outside was finally quiet, but the difficulty of forging the sword did not decrease at all.
After the first "Zhi Ge" sword was produced, Pei Min and the others only took a short rest and immediately started casting the second and third swords.
However, whether it was Li Xin'an, San Yu or Zhong Quan, they all clearly heard that Pei Min was talking about making two swords before making the sword.
So when Zhong Nanxun and Quan Wanchou heard Pei Min say that there was a third sword, they couldn't help but widen their eyes and asked in disbelief: "Mr. Pei Min, why is this?"
Pei Min just smiled and shook his head.
"Make a good relationship."
Zhong Nanxun and Quan Wanqiu looked at each other helplessly, and thought in unison: "You have formed a good relationship, but it has caused suffering to both of us."
Pei Min naturally knew what the two of them were thinking, and immediately said: "You two don't have to worry about this. Forging swords does consume your spirit and inner energy, but don't you know that if you lose, you will be full, and if you are full, you will be a loss. The Taoist Sect
There is a kind of internal energy kung fu called "River Water Flows from the East", which practices the way of recycling and rebirth after exhaustion of internal energy. Now, the sword-making process is somewhat similar to that of "River Water Flows from the East". The two of them did not realize that although their internal energy was depleted quickly,
But the recovery speed is much faster than usual?"
In fact, there is no need for Pei Min to explain it like this. The two of them have already discovered this problem. Today, they gained much more from making swords than from the usual boring meditation.
The two of them looked at each other and smiled bitterly, and then they devoted themselves to the great cause of making swords.
The day passed quickly, and night came again. Both Zhong Quan and Zhong Quan were dizzy. The hot air waves overflowing from the sword-making furnace turned the entire room into a huge steamer. The heat waves rolled onto their faces, almost closing their eyes.
Can't even open my eyes
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open.
This is all thanks to Pei Min's unusual sword-making method.
Different from the time when "Zhi Ge" was cast, the two swords that Pei Min wanted to cast were made using a method of casting two swords in a furnace at the same time. This is the reason why the swords were cast at an abnormally high temperature this time.
Li Xin'an, Chang Yu, and Wu Xiang, who were far outside the house, all looked at the door with horrified faces. They all had a feeling that the house was about to catch fire.
"Brother, master, are you okay?" Li Xin'an murmured.
"It's okay." San Yu consoled him, "Master left the coffin copy, so we don't need to pay for it."
"If something happens to Mr. Ke Zhong and the commander-in-chief, we will also be responsible."
"I didn't expect this. Junior brother, what do you think we should do?" Sanyu humbly asked for advice.
Li Xin'an thought for a while, "Senior brother, do you know the master?"
"...Junior brother is really smart as ice and snow."
If Pei Min had heard the conversation between these two unscrupulous disciples outside, he would probably have stopped forging swords at all and pulled out two iron bars from the sword-making furnace to poke two holes in their bodies, and it would be over.
Yes, after a whole day, they have only cast two iron bars.
The sword-making furnace was burning red, and the two iron bars could even be faintly seen rotating slightly inside.
Pei Min dragged the two pieces of meteorite iron from his palm and threw them into the sword-making furnace.
"You two, be careful!"
Li Linfu finished his day's government affairs. There were piles of memorials on the small table, half of which were important matters in the court, and half of which were asking him to do things.
He lay back, leaned on the backrest, and rubbed his sore eyes. This was a precursor to him expelling guests. At this time, Li Linfu often would not let anyone stay in the study. The officials, big and small, said goodbye and left.
As he retreated, he blew out the candle next to him.
The bustling study suddenly fell into deathly silence, with only a weak candle still trying its best to emit its light. As the shadow of the candle flickered, a person suddenly appeared in front of Li Linfu's desk.
"Is everything settled?" Li Linfu didn't even look at the man, as if he was already used to it.
"Almost everything that needs to be solved has been solved. There are still a group of people who can't be killed until they finish the work at hand."
"These three words should not come out of your mouth!" Li Linfu said tiredly.
There was silence for a long time, neither of them talking.
After all, Li Linfu couldn't hold his breath anymore. He sat up straight, looked at the old man with half of his face covered in bandages, and asked tentatively: "Is he... okay?"
Zhang Siyuan nodded and said: "That old guy Xu Fu is still useful. The Khitan wolf slave who threatened him the most failed to succeed. The young master is safe and sound."
Hearing this, the Prime Minister, who was overwhelmed by the entire Tang Dynasty court, exhaled a sigh of relief and murmured: "It's okay..."
"The body of the Khitan wolf slave was taken away and handed over by the Jinwu Guards to a group of people dressed as farmers. The spies from the Blood Clothes Hall followed them to a ruined temple outside the city. When they entered again, they found that it was already inside.
There is no one around. There is probably a secret passage, and we have to wait for them to find it."
"There's no need to look for it." Li Linfu said, with a hint of evil flashing in his eyes, "It's not like we don't know the person behind it. If Liu Tingyu, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, arrests him, the Khitan intelligence network buried in Chang'an will naturally be uprooted."
Zhang Siyuan hesitated for a moment and said: "But there must be evidence..."
"What evidence do you need?" Li Linfu sneered, "Handling in the court is no different from yours in the world. The strong are respected. I want to arrest someone, do you need evidence?"
He waved his hand and said, "I'm tired, you go down."
Zhang Siyuan retreated silently until he retreated into the shadows and could not see his figure.
The remaining candle finally completed its mission, and the world suddenly returned to darkness. At the last moment when the candlelight disappeared, it could be seen that Li Linfu's seat had been empty for some time.