next morning.
A corpse covered by a white cloth was placed in the main hall. The old lady was supported by someone, staggered a few steps, fell to her knees with a plop, and cried loudly: "My poor son!..."
Everyone in the hall couldn't bear to look any longer, and turned their heads with a sigh, "Mourning to the old lady" and "Mourning to the master of the young village" were heard endlessly.
"Last night, there was a sudden flood in the inner courtyard of the villa. My sister couldn't escape in the embroidered building. After the fire was extinguished, it was already..." Fu Wenjie paused, covered his face with his hands, and raised his red eyes after a while: "This incident happened. All of a sudden, I didn't expect that my sister was still standing here yesterday, but today she is separated forever..."
Jing Ling turned her head from the front of the crowd and looked at Xie Yun who was leaning in the corner.
Shan Chao took half a step forward to block his view, Jing Ling snorted coldly and turned his head away.
Last night, after the yells for running water broke out, the direction of Xiulou was full of flames, and the sound of carrying water to fight the fire was noisy and loud, which immediately broke the stalemate between the two people in the courtyard. Jing Ling originally planned to continue to interrogate, but several subordinates of the Shenguimen flew in to report something important, and I don't know what Fu Er said, Jing Ling immediately stopped fighting, and only pointed Senhan's crescent-like iron hook at the single Chao nodded, sneered, and leaped away.
Shan Chao strode back to the door, raised his hand to push, but hesitated in mid-air, and instead knocked twice with his knuckles: "Miss Long, are you okay?"
There was silence at the door.
"Dragon girl?"
"...Thank you, Master, for your help. I'm fine."
For some reason, Shan Chao felt that Miss Long's voice was lower than usual, and she was faintly hoarse, but after the shock, her voice trembled, so she didn't ask any further questions, and just said: "There is water outside, you stay indoors and don't come out." .We can't wait for a long time at Forging Sword Village, we will leave tomorrow, no matter what other people say."
Unexpectedly, Miss Long in the room smiled, her voice sounded like ice slag hitting lightly in clear water: "It's too late."
"I can't go."
White flags had already been drawn up in the hall, all the guests mourned, the servants wore sackcloth and filial piety, Fu Xiangrong's personal maidservants huddled together, sobbing and choking at the feet of the corpse.
Fu Wenjie wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said with a sob: "Originally, Bi Zhuang was indebted to the martial arts comrades, and planned to host the grand event of the martial arts conference next month, and even arranged all kinds of items and manpower. But now such a tragedy has happened, it is really unexpected …”
All the guests naturally said that the young master doesn't need to worry about it, but it's a pity that the eldest lady is jealous of her beauty and her beauty disappears, natural disasters and man-made disasters are inevitable...
"Young Master," a casual voice suddenly came from the crowd.
Everyone turned their heads one after another, only to see a young man in black clothes and wearing an iron hook standing there, his head full of red hair was extremely arrogant, Fu Wenjie frowned and said, "Young Master Jing?"
Jing Ling squinted at the corpse for a moment: "I have a question."
"Master Jing, please tell me."
"—Is Forging Sword Village very poor?"
"How did you talk!" someone blurted out in the lobby immediately, causing echoes, and the old lady who was guarding the corpse suddenly cried even louder.
Fu Wenjie had a terrible headache: "Although the hidden village is not as big as the family of the gods and ghosts, at least it has decades of foundation. It can take care of all the expenses, and no outsiders need to worry about it. What does Mr. Jing mean by asking this?"
"Really?" Jing Ling said leisurely: "But if the Sword Forging Village is not poor, why didn't there be a servant girl who wakes up next to the master sleeping, and let the water run away, but only one of the young ladies was burned to death?"
The accusing voices in the hall fell silent, and suddenly a maid beside Fu Xiangrong's corpse screamed, "It's a ghost!"
The girl took two steps on her knees, crying out of breath, and her whole body seemed to be about to collapse: "Si, since the death of the young lady, ghosts can often be heard crying in the inner courtyard at night, and night watchmen have seen white shadows several times Hanging around in the cemetery in the back mountain, it is said that the young lady has a lot of grievances, that's why... the night before we left the water, we all saw the female ghost in the yard, covered in blood, but, it was terrible, it was the old lady who strictly ordered us Don't speak out..."
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, only to see that the old lady just wiped her tears blindly, she didn't intend to stop the girl from speaking, she seemed to acquiesce.
"Last night we heard ghosts crying outside, approaching and far away. We were very frightened and didn't dare to disturb the young lady, so we secretly woke everyone up and sat around outside, lit the lamps and recited the Buddha's name. After about half an hour At the time of the hour, all of a sudden, there was only movement gradually coming from the inner room, the window slammed, and the lady shouted from inside, 'Come on, there is a ghost!'... "
"The few of us ran in a hurry, but we couldn't knock the door open. We saw the flames flickering inside, and the female ghost screamed loudly. We just-"
Jing Ling said, "You just ran away?"
The servant girl cried and nodded, thinking she was terrified.
"How can you care about other things at the moment of life and death, and only think about running for your life!" The old lady cried and sighed beside her: "There are no loyal servants like those mentioned in the play in the world, so I can't blame these girls!"
Everyone in the hall sighed, some were frightened, some recited Buddha endlessly, some praised the old lady for her understanding, and so on.
Shan Chao said softly, "Huh?"
Xie Yun hoarsely said: "What?"
His voice has been a little hoarse since last night, it may be that Jing Ling injured his throat with his thumb, and his voice became less comfortable after waking up this morning.
Shan Chao shook his head and said nothing, Xie Yun said lightly: "You want to say that this old lady is pedantic and unreasonable, and she denied it when she heard the maids talking about ghosts the night before yesterday, why is the girl dead today? You're up, aren't you?"
Shan Chao laughed and chanted the Buddha's name: "The poor monk is not so..."
He wanted to say that it wasn't that mean, but he paused before saying anything.
"It's not mean." Xie Yun said as if he knew his way of thinking very well: "Your suspicion is right, the old lady is indeed weird. Fu Wenjie is also not right. From the first time we met him by the West Lake, he said Inside and out, it’s…”
"In a strange place, be vigilant to everyone around you, firmly believe in the good and evil in your heart, follow your intuition, don't let go of any doubts easily, and don't show all doubts on your face." Xie Yunxuan Slowly said: "Fang is the first rule of standing in this arena."
Shan Chao looked ahead and only heard Xie Yun's flat and unhurried voice coming from his side. For some reason, the strange feeling at the pond that day suddenly came to his heart again.
It seems that there was the same person many years ago, telling himself some deep or shallow truths, persuasively and tirelessly.
"Where did Miss Long come to realize these things?" Shan Chao asked suddenly, "Do you often come into contact with people from the Jianghu in the Xie Mansion?"
He turned to look at Xie Yun, who also looked at him. After looking at each other for a while, the corners of Xie Yun's lips curled up slightly.
"People are all the same. No matter the rivers and lakes, the court or the market, people are the same everywhere." Xie Yun's eyes were leisurely and joking: "Of course there may be another reason because I am...bigger...a lot..."
"I'm already three years old, young man." Xie Yun smiled under Shan Chao's unbelievable gaze, "It's just that I can't see it."
On the other side of the hall, the old lady was supported by the maid and wept uncontrollably. Fu Wenjie also had tears in his eyes, and he covered his cheek heavily.
Jing Ling stared at the corpse covered by the white cloth on the ground, her eyes seemed suspicious, and after a while when there was no one around, she suddenly stepped forward, picked up a corner of the white cloth, and swiped it away!
"what are you doing!"
"Quick, stop!"
"Too much deceit!"
Suddenly everyone stood up in the hall, cursing together, the old lady "Boom! Boom!" stomped her cane on the ground, crying and cursing: "Where are you so rude! She! Come, come, come!"
Jing Ling didn't hear about the chaos around her, but saw that the corpse had been burnt, and she couldn't see Fu Xiangrong's beautiful appearance when she was alive. She could only vaguely recognize that she was a young girl, and besides, her nose was full of burnt smell. .
Jing Ling covered the white cloth before Chen Haiping and others who were closest to him rushed forward, got up and stepped back, and cupped his hands carelessly: "Offended, offended."
"Mr. Jing! Don't bully people too much!" Fu Wenjie slapped the table and yelled angrily: "She is dead, and you still want to marry her by force!"
Jing Ling was about to say something, when suddenly there was a bird song in the sky outside the lobby, quickly moving from far to near.
Jing Ling's eyes froze, he turned around and walked out quickly, the killer of the gods and ghosts immediately stepped forward and forcefully pushed the indignant crowd away, opening a passage for him.
Outside the main hall was an open martial arts arena. Jing Ling stood still and looked up, and sure enough, there was a black spot descending rapidly in the sky. It was a small eagle with wings spread!
Jing Ling raised his hand, and the little eagle "snatched!" He jumped heavily on his arm and stood still, flapped his wings twice, and let out a sharp cry.
Jing Ling touched its hard feathers, and untied a silver tube from the eagle's leg—the eagle's talons had sunk deeply into the leather armor on his arm. After the silver tube was opened, there was a roll of paper inside, and he unfolded it with a flick of his hand, only to see two lines of words dripping with ink.
"..."
Jing Ling's face changed slightly.
"Not only the burial of my sister-in-law, but also the renovation of houses and courtyards, etc. I'm afraid the martial arts conference will not be able to be held as scheduled..."
Fu Wenjie was holding back his sobs and talking to the crowd, when suddenly there was a voice from the door: "Buried? The young owner missed something, right?"
Jing Ling walked back down the hall under the angry stares of the crowd, her posture was like walking in the court - Fu Wenjie suppressed his anger and asked, "What does Mr. Jing mean, what do you mean by omission?"
"Since Shenguimen has proposed a marriage to Jianjianzhuang, this wedding should be on the agenda. Although the accident happened halfway, the sister died, but the things that have been set must not be changed. It must be carried out according to the plan."
Fu Wenjie seemed to be listening to the scriptures: "Why, do you still want to marry your sister-in-law?"
Jing Ling said, "Yes."
"You want to marry a tablet and go home?!"
Jing Ling said again, "Yes."
There was no hesitation in the two words, it didn't look like a joke at all, and I couldn't even hear any perfunctory meaning.
Everyone in the hall was in an uproar, and the old lady even forgot to cry. Fu Wenjie stared at the rebellious and gloomy young man in front of him for a long time, and it took him a long time to find his words: "Then... you... so what if you marry back?"
Jing Ling smiled, revealing her white and sharp teeth:
"Shenguimen marry a daughter-in-law, of course they will give a dowry; and Duanjianzhuang marry a daughter, naturally there should be a dowry..."
"...you," Fu Wenjie finally asked the question that had been buried in everyone's mind for a long time: "What exactly do you want?!"
Jing Ling glanced at the note, then looked at Fu Wenjie again, her smile was full of arrogance: "Snow, lotus, flower."
Snow lotus!
—The prince of the East Palace is dying of poisoning, and the snow lotus is in urgent need of help!
Shan Chao's expression was startled, and the muscles all over his body tensed subconsciously, but Xie Yun beside him breathed out silently as if he had expected it.
Everyone was stunned, they didn't know what Jing Ling was talking about, only Mrs. Fu blurted out: "No!"
Jing Ling said coldly, "Why not?"
"Master Jing doesn't know that the snow lotus has long been extinct!" Fu Wenjie said anxiously: "It is true that the village needs to be forged in ice water soaked in snow lotus for nearly a hundred years to achieve the unique hardness and sharpness of the sword; Years ago, snow lotus species became extinct due to climate change in the Western Regions, and although the last plant was in my father's hands, my father had a good relationship with Mr. Liu Ge, a native of Dongtai in the capital, and gave it to Liu's residence!"
Jing Ling narrowed her eyes, slowly looked around the crowd, and finally fell on Fu Wenjie, who was as white as paper.
There seemed to be a chilling light mixed with suspicion and bloodlust in the boy's eyes.
At this moment, Shan Chao's eyes behind him fell on Tang Xia's corpse covered in white cloth, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.
—The corpse was well covered, but just now Jing Ling flipped it around, and some parts were exposed, and a scorched hand was hanging outside.
The five fingers of that hand were unable to open, and the skin was burnt to pieces, completely unable to see the green onion and tenderness of the past, making people unable to bear to witness the tragic scene after just one glance; however, Shan Chao seemed to have suddenly discovered something, and his brows frowned slightly , and even bent his fingers tentatively.
"Master wants to steal his wife from that man surnamed Jing?" Xie Yun asked casually.
Shan Chao suddenly turned his head: "Miss Long, there is a process for people to be burned to death. During this process, they will struggle painfully, right?"
Xie Yun said earnestly: "I have no experience with this. But I think it will..."
Shan Chao nodded slightly, then passed through the crowd, and walked forward quickly, only to hear Fu Wenjie excitedly said in the hall: "Afterwards, the village sent people to the Western Regions to search for several times, but there was no trace of the snow lotus at all. If there are snow lotus flowers in the world, it must be in an inaccessible place on the Wanli Xueding, and it is impossible to find them... Master! What are you doing?!"
Everyone turned their heads in unison, only to see that Shan Chao was also half-kneeling next to the corpse, lifted the white cloth, and even stretched out his hand to open Fu Xiangrong's mouth!
Chen Haiping was furious, Mrs. Fu was leaning on crutches and wanted to rush over, even Jing Ling was stunned. However, in the confusion after everyone was shocked, Shan Chao quickly put his finger into Fu Xiangrong's mouth and wiped it, after wiping it out, he only took a look and then closed his eyes.
"The monk is so rude!" "Come on, pull him away!" "Come on!"
Chen Haiping stepped forward to grab Shan Chao and was about to beat him, but Shan Chao pushed him away.
"Poor monk," Shan Chao paused, standing surrounded by the crowd, his voice was almost hoarse: "The poor monk can know the five elements and understand yin and yang, just now I heard this girl say her last words... that's why she desecrated the corpse, I hope you understand."
Chen Haiping, whose eyes were red and raised his fists, was stunned for a moment, and everyone around him also froze in shock.
"You...you listen to her..." Chen Haiping trembled, "What did she say?"
Shan Chao opened his eyes. His gaze was as cold as steel and as hard as a rock, sweeping across everyone's faces with different expressions, carrying an indescribably heavy weight.
"She said she was wronged," Shan Chao said slowly.
"She was killed deliberately, and the murderer was someone else."
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Everyone was dumbfounded, and it took a long time for a few timid people in the front row to suddenly react and staggered back, causing a small commotion.
"Did... killed her?" Chen Haiping said in amazement: "Who killed her? Could it be a ghost..."
He wanted to ask if it was a ghost, and Fu Xiangrong would say that he was wronged, but before he finished speaking, the old lady sternly said from behind: "How is it possible! There is no such sneaky thing as a dead body talking in the world, it is clearly you, a monk. Unreasonable words, making trouble in the mourning hall! Someone, drive him out for me—"
"There really is no such thing as sneaking in the world, and this girl wasn't killed by a ghost." Shan Chao paused, then lowered his voice: "Before she caught fire, she was... dead."
Everyone's expressions were flustered, and the old lady's expression was also stiff.
No one noticed how much sadness and anger was hidden in the tone of this young and handsome monk when he uttered the last words in a hoarse voice.
Only Xie Yun, who was behind the crowd, looked away and shook his head slightly.
"Why..." Chen Haiping panted, "Why do you say that?"
Shan Chao pointed to the hands of the dead body: "After a fire, people will struggle to call for help, with their hands and toes curled up. After death, they will be stiff and curled up; but the fingers of the dead body are relaxed and open. Could it be that this girl endured the pain of the flames, Can't you move your hands and feet?"
A daring disciple in the front row leaned over to look at the charred fingers of the corpse, and exclaimed in surprise, "It's true!"
"Wait, you can't tell from this alone. If Xiangrong was already... already..." Chen Haiping's eyes turned red, and he couldn't continue: "If that's the case, what should I say?"
As soon as the words were finished, Shan Chao looked him up and down for a moment, with some menacing sharpness in his eyes—but Chen Haiping, who was in grief, reacted a little slowly, and didn't immediately realize what he was looking at himself.
"No." Shan Chao looked away as if nothing had happened, and said, "Because the deceased's mouth was clean, there was no scorched earth or soot."
He lifted up the hand that just reached into Fu Xiangrong's mouth to wipe it, and showed it around. I saw that there was only a little dirt on the fingers, and there was no obvious gray-black smoke, which was completely different from the scorched surface of the corpse.
Chen Haiping doubted: "What does this mean?"
"When a person is struggling to call for help in the sea of fire, running and coughing in the thick smoke, the mouth and throat will definitely be stained with soot; or even if the mouth is blocked, the nasal cavity will be filled with black dust particles due to breathing. And this girl's mouth and nose The middle is clean, and it only explains one situation, that is, she did not make any movement during the whole process of walking through the water, not even breathing."
Shan Chaochang let out a long breath, and said in a low voice: "She is... a dead person."
"It was the ghost that scared her to death, that's why it happened!" The old lady walked quickly and said angrily, "These maidservants can all testify, there was a female ghost screaming in the sea of fire, my poor daughter was on fire I was frightened to death by the ghost asking for my life before!"
Shan Chao said coldly: "Is that so? Ghosts need to be strangled with ropes? It's the first time I've heard of it."
The old lady froze immediately, and Shan Chao knelt down halfway, carefully picked up the corpse and turned over - when he did this, everyone around him took half a step back, but he himself was not afraid at all, nor did he dislike it. Dirty, pointing to the back of the corpse and looking around at everyone: "Can't you see what this is?"
The surroundings were completely silent, Chen Haiping trembled for a while and stepped forward, his chest rose and fell rapidly, but he was speechless.
Jing Ling became impatient, strode over and stretched out her head to have a look, then said coolly, "Strangle marks."
As soon as the word 2 was dropped, there was a shocked gasp in the surroundings.
"When I checked the mouth of the corpse just now, I found that there were two rope-like marks on the side of the neck of the corpse, which were extremely charred, and the burnt degree was different from other parts. Looking at the angle, the marks of suicide should be obliquely above the back of the neck, but this is downward."
"Besides, the hang marks should be in the shape of a figure-eight on the nape of the neck, and the marks of the rope cannot intersect; the strangle marks on the back of the girl's neck obviously intersect twice, because the rope was wound around the neck twice..."
Shan Chao touched the corpse's neck bone with his fingers, and said in a low voice: "Even the bones are obviously damaged, and the assailant is ruthless, which can be seen."
Chen Haiping gritted his teeth suddenly, quickly stepped forward and squatted down, and touched the neck bone of the corpse with trembling fingers.
The next moment he closed his eyes abruptly, tears streaming down his face.
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, their expressions were extremely terrified. I didn't expect that a simple accidental accident could turn into a murder case in an instant. The ups and downs in it are simply unexpected, and I have never seen it in the movie!
"Who did it..." In the silence, only Chen Haiping's voice sounded slowly, and then he gritted his teeth: "Who did it? How old is Xiang Rong! What kind of deep hatred is it!"
"Turn your head." Shan Chao looked directly into his eyes, his voice was steady without any fluctuations: "Turn your head to look at your aunt and cousin, and ask them who the real culprit is."
Chen Haiping's pupils tightened violently, and he turned his head abruptly.
On the first seat, Fu Wenjie turned his face away to avoid his sight, while the old lady's face was ashen, trembling all over, holding the head of the cane tightly with one hand.
"... What are you talking about... Impossible..." Chen Haiping panted, "Xiangrong is their own daughter and sister, what nonsense are you talking about..."
Shan Chao asked: "Then what if it wasn't Fu Xiangrong who died?"
As soon as the words fell, everyone around felt as if they had been struck by lightning. The old lady's face immediately turned pale, and she almost fell to the ground.
"What, what?" Chen Haiping stammered, "Isn't it Xiangrong?"
Shan Chao sneered, maintaining a half-kneeling position on the ground, gently raised the corpse's hand, and compared it with his own hand: "Do you see this joint?"
Everyone watched helplessly, only to see that the flesh of the corpse was scorched black, and although the joints were hideous and terrifying, they were extremely obvious.
"The knuckles of this finger are thicker than those of ordinary women, and maybe a little smaller than mine. It is obvious that I have done a lot of heavy work. Can you tell me which knuckles of the fingers are like this?"
Chen Haiping stared at the joint for a while in disbelief, then suddenly looked at the face of the corpse, his lips trembled and he could not speak.
"It really is..." There was a slight voice from the crowd behind them, and they gradually joined together: "It really isn't right!"
"Not Miss Fu?"
"The dead person is... walking water..."
"Enough!" The old lady roared suddenly, and stomped heavily on the ground several times with her crutches: "What nonsense, this is Xiangrong! Can I still have two daughters? Don't listen to this monk's nonsense!"
Shan Chao ignored the hysterical scolding. He put down the hands of the dead body, covered it carefully with a white cloth, until the horrible body was completely covered, and then he joined the palms together and recited the Buddha's name.
— He has never experienced such compassion, peace and heaviness from the simple syllables of this Buddha name.
At that moment, there seemed to be some kind of power emanating from his body, which made everyone's anxious and suspicious emotions suppressed abruptly, and they stood there unconsciously.
"Lady Fu."
Shan Chao stood up and said:
"You have to invite Chuzuo, and then go around to find out if there are any poor girls who got lost last night, and then you are willing to tell the truth, right?"
The young man's vigorous figure was as tall and straight as a green pine, and the sunlight shone from behind him, outlining the light and shadow of standing with a sword, which was reflected on the green brick floor for a long time.
"..." Mrs. Fu trembled violently, she opened her mouth a few times in full view of everyone, and then gritted her teeth and said, "You deceitful talk—"
"Needless to say, mother." A sighing voice suddenly sounded, saying: "What the master said is right, Fu admires it very much."
There was a low exclamation from the crowd, and Chen Haiping said in grief and indignation: "Cousin!"
On the first seat, Fu Wenjie put his hand that had been covering his forehead on the table, showing a pale face, and slowly showing a helpless smile.
Chen Haiping suddenly stood up: "What's going on, Xiang Rong? Could it be that you really—"
"Xiangrong is very safe. We sent her to Houshan Biezhuang last night. All these arrangements are for her safety..." Fu Wenjie pointed to the corpse covered in white cloth, and said with a wry smile, "I'm going to replace peaches with plums." You have escaped the forced marriage by the gods and ghosts, and the corpse in front of you is the poor envoy girl who went out to buy in the middle of the night in the village."
When he said this, everyone was stunned. After a while, a few senior Qingcheng disciples disapproved and said: "Master Shao! Human life is at stake, how can this be done?"
Some other young and energetic people also echoed: "That's right!" "Dianjianzhuang has been established for decades, how can it do such a thing?!" How can the old alliance leader raise his head!"
Condemnation continued one after another, Fu Wenjie looked around the hall, and the sad expression on his face became more serious: "Everyone, please be safe and don't be impatient. I know that it is inappropriate to act like this, but I have no choice but to do this bad plan... This rough girl's parents also got a lot of money. Both silver and silver are willing, and there is absolutely no talk of cheating..."
He was about to explain something, but was interrupted by Shan Chao angrily: "Willingly? Who knows if it's because he was willing under the various threats of Forging Sword Village, who knows if it's—"
"Is that girl willing too?" A clear voice suddenly sounded from behind the crowd.
Fu Wenjie choked up for a moment, and couldn't say anything immediately.
Shan Chao looked back and saw Xie Yun leaning on the stone pillar with his shoulders sideways, arms folded, his expression indifferent after lightly veiled.
He wasn't as angry, sympathetic, or impatient to criticize as anyone present. If he had to describe it, he was even a little alienated from all the chaotic situations in this classroom.
However, for some reason, when Shan Chao saw Xie Yun, he suddenly felt certain in his heart.
It seemed that subconsciously he knew that this person was standing by his side, no matter how treacherous, dangerous and unfortunate the situation became, Miss Long would stay with him, as always, never changing.
"What do you know? If this girl doesn't die, my daughter will have to marry that martial arts cult. My daughter is so innocent!" Mrs. Fu pushed away the maid who was about to help her, pointed at Shan Chao with her crutch, and said angrily : "There are people with such a vicious heart like you in the world. I just met you today! What kind of enmity do I have with you at Forging Sword Village? Are you going to say this in front of everyone? I hope my girl will marry her!" You'll get a point for that shady spot, right?—Isn't it!"
The old lady cried hoarsely, her eyes seemed to be poisoned with resentment, but Shan Chao's face in the shadow of the sun was indifferent, not even her voice was touched at all: "Forging Jianzhuang being forced into marriage by the gods and ghosts, even if you don't No matter how helpless the grievance is, it cannot involve the innocent life of a third party, and no one has the right to use silver to buy out the life and death of others."
He turned his wrist and pulled out the Seven Star Longyuan on his back, held the scabbard, and slowly displayed it across the crowd.
The man's deep eyes are dignified and firm, as if there is an invincible and overwhelming power in the invisible.
"If the forced marriage of the Gods and Ghosts fails today, and if you want to destroy the Forging Sword Village, you must first break the sword in my hand and step over my seven-foot body. At that time, I believe that everyone here, and even the entire world of martial arts, will not stand by and watch."
"But if any innocent person dies here, even if it's just an ordinary girl from a poor family, even if it's just a rough envoy girl who is as cheap as an ant, it will be no different from the entire Sword Forging Village Miemen—"
Every word of Shan Chao echoed and oscillated in the silent air, over paulownia red lacquer and carved beams and embroidered tiles, resounding through the solemn hall that has stood erect for countless years under the sunlight.
"Your Miss Fu's life, the marriage of the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world, and even the splendor of the hundred-year-old Jianjianzhuang."
"In my eyes, it has the same weight as the life of this rough girl in the hall at the moment."