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Only you know whether you are drunk or your heart is drunk.
Zhang Kuang drank some water and rambled about a past event. Liu Mingzhi, who was listening beside him, could only sigh secretly and feel helpless.
It's a pity that he was restrained by an imperial edict just when he was about to achieve success after spending half his life in the army.
It is sad that General Jin Yi went to war, but he was still alive in the sea of blood, but he died at the mouth of a traitor.
As General Jin Yi said, the myths born from the sea of blood cannot compare to the flowers written with a wonderful pen.
"Uncle, the weather is very cold and drinking water will hurt your health. Let's eat some food."
"I won't eat anymore. I'm old and have no appetite." Zhang Kuang shook his head gently.
Liu Mingzhi knew that Zhang Kuang had no appetite, but was just depressed in his heart. He wanted to persuade him but didn't know what to say.
He could only drink wine to accompany Zhang Kuang, drinking one cup after another.
"Master, Liu Yi pays homage to the master."
I don't know when, Liu Yi stood outside the pavilion through the snow.
Liu Zhi'an put down his wine glass with drunken eyes: "What's the matter?"
Liu Yi walked straight to the pavilion, bent down to Liu Zhian's side and spoke softly.
Liu Zhi'an, who was still a little drunk, saw a glimmer of light in his eyes, and looked at Liu Yi in surprise: "Have you verified it?"
"unambiguous evidence."
Liu Zhi'an closed his eyes and thought for a while: "How old is the child?"
"The boy is six years old and the girl is four and a half years old. Should we still follow the old rules?"
Liu Zhi'an sighed helplessly: "It's easy to become soft-hearted when you get older. Send your child to the northwest. The rest should be the same as before. Don't let your child see the bloody scenes. It will have a bad impact."
"Yes, Liu Yi resigned."
Liu Yi was about to leave when Zhang Kuang grabbed his wrist.
Liu Yi frowned, and quietly used some strength on his wrist, but his big and calloused hands did not move at all.
Liu Yi narrowed his eyes, staggered his feet to form a figure-eight shape, and suddenly made a powerful sound, and the stone slab under his feet immediately shattered, leaving dense traces.
Looking at Zhang Kuang's feet, the stone bricks were also scattered densely, and silently, the two people shattered the stone slabs just by relying on the strength of their waists.
"Master Hou, you have such great skills."
"You're not bad either. Following Liu Zhi'an is a waste of talent. Why don't you follow me to the border to seek a Marquis of Ten Thousand Households?"
"The Marquis is laughing at this. Liu Yi is just a reckless person who can't stand all the rules in the army. Forget about his fame as Marquis of Wanhu. Liu Yi is still used to drinking heavily and eating meat."
"Pity."
"There is no such thing as a pity or a pity. People are born with different ambitions and cannot be forced."
"How about I show you the saber on your waist?" Zhang Kuang grabbed Liu Yi's hand, but his eyes were fixed on the saber on Liu Yi's waist, shining brightly.
"Master Hou caught Liu Yi because of the saber on Liu Yi's waist?" Liu Yi also subconsciously looked at the saber on his waist.
"The handle is a sword, but the sheath is like a scabbard, and the blade is as small as the sword body. I have never seen such a weird weapon before, and I am very curious. Although this sword is weird, I have a feeling that this sword is powerful.
It’s amazing, this is a soldier’s intuitive feeling for weapons.”
Liu Yi subconsciously looked at Young Master Liu. This sword was made from the leftover steel that was used to make trolls in Jiangnan. In order for Liu Yi to personally hold up the steel shield and try the trolls.
Powerful Liu Dashao gave Liu Yi the knife.
Young Master Liu rubbed his nose: "Uncle, you haven't seen any of the eighteen weapons in the army, so why bother looking at an unknown sword? Just forget it."
"No, I have a soldier's intuition. This sword can change the standard equipment of Dalong Wuwei. I don't know where this feeling comes from, but my uncle has this very strong feeling."
Young Master Liu sighed helplessly and looked at Zhang Kuang in surprise. Are all soldiers' intuitions so terrifying?
"Liu Yi, untie it and show it to your uncle."
Liu Yi nodded lightly, took off the sword from his waist and put it on the table: "Master Hou, can you let go of Liu Yi's hand?"
Zhang Kuang let go of Liu Yi's wrist and reached straight for the saber on the table, and pulled it out casually. The cold light flashed, and the blade shone brightly with cold air.
"Sure enough, it's a knife." Zhang Kuang looked at the slender blade with an edge on one side, then leaped onto the path outside the pavilion and waved it.
The airflow brought by the blade rolled up the surrounding snow, flying all over the sky. After a moment, Zhang Kuang held his breath and concentrated, and there was no snow left in an open space with a radius of one foot around the trail.
"A good knife. The blade is light but has a thick feeling. It is as slender as a sword but has the power of a ring-shou sword. It can be used for chopping, slashing, chopping, cutting and stabbing. It has the convenience of a long sword and the thickness of a simple sword."
, the sharpness of the Yan Ling knife can be said to be a combination of hundreds of weapons. What is the name of this knife?"
"Tang Hengdao."
Liu Yi softly spit out three words.
"Tang Hengdao? The name is really weird. I think it would be better to call it Hengdao. It would be unnecessary to add the character Tang."
"This is the name given by the young master. If the young master says it is Tang Hengdao, then it is Tang Hengdao."
Zhang Kuang inserted the blade into the sheath and handed it to Liu Yi's hand: "Thank you for letting me see this kind of precious sword."
Liu Yi nodded lightly, tied the horizontal knife to his waist again and disappeared into the courtyard.
Zhang Kuang sat down on the stone bench again and looked helplessly at Liu Zhi'an: "Why are you more bloodthirsty than me?"
"I have no choice, and I don't want to. With a big family business, it is inevitable that there will be some moths. If we are magnanimous and spare their lives today, many people will follow suit. Then the Liu family will be in chaos. We must let them understand what we have learned from the past."
, I, Liu Zhi'an, think that I treat them well, but greed is not enough to swallow the elephant. Some people just can't stand the temptation of profit. They live a good life but have to seek death. I have no choice. If it weren't for it, I would soon be a grandfather.
, these two children will not survive either, so it is easy for this person to become soft-hearted as he gets older."
"You, open your mouth and shut up the Liu family, kill so many people for the foundation of the Liu family, have you never had nightmares?"
Liu Zhi'an gently placed the wine glass on the table: "In order to revive the Zhang family, have you ever had nightmares?"
Kuang Kuang is speechless. When it comes to killing ten people, Liu Zhi'an is no better than one Kuang Kuang. Thousands of his enemies have died at the hands of Kuang Kuang. How can he have the confidence to say that Liu Zhi'an is murderous?
"Boy, where did Tang Hengdao come from?"
After speaking arrogantly, he stared at Young Master Liu intently.
Young Master Liu gave a wry smile. When Zhang Kuang stared at the Tang Hengdao on Liu Yi's waist, he knew that Zhang Kuang must have a question.
You can't hide even if you want to.
"Made."
"How is it made?"
How can I make it? It can be made by hand.
The leftover steel from the original making of the spray gun was made by Liu Yi's craftsmen for Liu Yi. The steel that can withstand gunpowder without exploding the barrel is perfect for making knives. Both the strength and all aspects are far beyond the current level of metallurgy.
"There was something wrong when I made the sword. I had no choice but to change it into a sword. It just looks good and has no use. Uncle, I'd better not ask."
"You fart."
Zhang Kuang stretched out his left arm to reveal a fine iron wrist guard, with a smooth and neat cut on it.
"This is what I just casually slashed. The Ouchi guard's Yanling sword does not have such power. In the hands of a soldier with some knowledge, this sword can effortlessly cut a person with armor into two pieces at waist level.
Don’t you see any use for it? Go to hell with you.”
ps: "Something happened to the old man. I can only ensure continuous updates. The updates may be unstable and may be delayed for a few days."
I hope everyone understands that I will never make fun of the old man no matter what.