Luo Yan looked at Luo Siming with a pair of tiger eyes, his eyes softened for a while, and he slowly said: "I have obtained the design drawings of the sword that the Refining God Casting Club will cast from Jianxin Xiaozhu. What the Refining God Casting Club needs The sword-casting materials for the sword are to gather together the four most difficult-to-find smelting materials in the world, including Wujin, Cold Iron, Sea Mother, and Xueling Spider Silk. The wastage of each item is astonishing. From the beginning of the drawing, I often heard about the murder of precious materials, if it is said that it has nothing to do with the Refining God Casting Association, the old man will definitely not believe it."
"This matter is not necessarily related to the young master."
Yu Feiyuan suddenly interrupted, her eyes were deep, and she slowly said: "This seat is here for this matter. In Canhu Town this morning, we found Lu Wangshu, a swordsman from the Western Regions, who was knocked unconscious on the road. On the side, the soldier disappeared. His weapon is a black gold blood sword."
Everyone couldn't help looking at each other when they heard the words. This curious act of collecting materials is still happening to this day.
Yu Feiyuan said: "I thought this was done by other sects who participated in the Refining God Casting Club, and wanted to discuss it with the Luo family alone. But now it seems that you have just stated the reason. He was robbed of his pendant. Soldiers, make casting materials."
"commit a sin!"
Luo Yan said solemnly: "I always feel that this incident is under the hand of my nephew. He is the only one who has this ability, but has the motivation to do so. And if what my son said is true, the elder brother has already been poisoned. , then it's more likely. It's because the two of us are the only people who know the forging drawings, since I didn't do it, he must have done it."
Luo Si didn't say a word, knowing that Luo Yan had more to say.
Sure enough, Luo Yan said: "But the old man now feels that Si Ming's reaction just now is not false. This matter is not simple. Apart from us, maybe... there is a group of people who are collecting casting materials."
Yu Feiyuan nodded and said, "Also, it should be very strong."
She raised her snow-white lotus arm lightly and handed out an object.
It was a piece of cloth. It was supposed to be a piece of clothing, but it was cut off.
There was a bowl-sized hole on it, mixed with blood, which seemed to be a wound.
"Lu Wangshu, a swordsman from the Western Regions, has only one scar on his body, and it is here."
The crowd fell silent.
Lu Wangshu is highly skilled in martial arts, even if Luo Yan wants to deal with him, it is a matter of fifty strokes. But the person who robbed him of his armor took care of him, but only used one trick
Everyone could not help but pay attention to the traces of the wound, from which they could identify what martial arts the mysterious enemy was using.
That's a - fist mark.
Chapter 33 The Gentleman's Confusion
The New Year's Eve banquet broke up unhappily.
Although Luo Yan and others committed the crime, it happened for a reason. As long as Luo Yan is still worshipped by the Japanese character of the casting room, Luo Siming cannot seriously execute the people in the casting room, and can only let it go for the time being.
But the family banquet could not go on, and immediately dispersed.
The heroines of Wutong Jin Yuxuan did not leave.
When Yu Feiyuan went back to the Tibetan Island, she had shot dozens of swordsmen to knock out the swordsmen. She felt deeply guilty, and took a group of female disciples to take care of her personally and did not leave for the time being. Although this move is a bit unreasonable, but the head of Yudai is surprisingly stubborn, no one can beat her, so they have to follow her will. What's more, a group of beautiful and beautiful women stayed on the villa, which was very popular in Luojian Villa, which was too yang, but not many people opposed it.
And Luo Siming, looking left and right, only felt upset when he stayed on Guizang Island. But his residence here is unimaginable. I wanted to find my two friends, Kuang Lu and Ling Gongzi, but I heard that the two were meeting the nobles on Feiyu Island and drank hundreds of jars of wine altogether. It was unconscious at this time.
On the great New Year's Eve, Luo Siming found that he had nowhere to go.
He had to take Aoxue back to his residence in Canghu Town. Luo Siming has been living here for the past few days, but he still has to live here because he doesn't want to even greet the New Year's Eve. The irony is that this place is called another courtyard, but it is actually just a temporary place to meet the guests of the Refining God Casting Club. Not to mention home, as the residence of the young owner of Luojian Mountain Villa seems too shabby.
Luo Si ordered to return to the other courtyard, and slowly paced in the backyard facing the cold moonlight. The night wind is slow, but his heart is very depressed. He just felt that there were too many things in the world to upset him, but none of them went well. On a good day, even his relatives will oppose him, and he really doesn't know how to deal with it. He is smart, sensible, and has a peaceful temperament. He is rarely troubled. It is only when he gets troubled that he realizes that he will not be able to solve it. Only infinite depression in my heart. The only thing that can be done is just strolling around in the garden.
Unconsciously, he walked and walked outside Shen Yiren's room.
Luo Siming was startled, he didn't know why he was walking around, but he went to the sleeping girl's room.
During these few days, he has been busy with many affairs, and he has not come to visit—it is a little strange to say that he is visiting—but to say that it is a 'visit', Master Luo Si's attitude that is too respectful, like a courtier's audience, is too cautious. He has been busy dealing with various matters of the Divine Refinement Casting Society these days, and he has not thought of the Sleeping Girl for a long time.
This night, when I suddenly walked to the girl's room, a fragrant fragrance came from my nose, and I didn't realize it.
"I, what's wrong with me... How can I walk to the sleeping girl's room."
He hesitated for a while in front of the door, thinking that it's so late, Guatian Li, it's always not good to enter the girl's room.
Just as I was about to leave, I thought to myself: I won't be here for a few days, I don't know if they have taken care of me. Sleeping girl's injury is very important. If she is not properly taken care of, what should she do if her injury aggravates
He spun around in front of the door, hesitated for a moment, and then hardened his heart. He must be a gentleman. There is no fear in visiting a doctor during the day. He visits late at night, but it is a big deal to ruin the reputation of the girl.
Thinking about leaving, who would have heard footsteps coming from the other side at this time, walking quite fast, it was Aoxue and another sword servant who heard the sound. These two walked briskly, with sharp eyes, and the corridor was long. If he returned from the corridor to the backyard, he would have been seen coming, which would be really unclear.
Can't wait to push the door and enter. Luo Siming held his breath and hid in the room silently using his body technique.
Ao Xue and the sword servant were just passing by and had no intention of coming in.
Luo Siming was killed by these two people and broke into the girl's boudoir at night. When he turned his head, he saw a pretty snow-white face with picturesque brows, reflecting the melting and cold moon, and the beautiful curves of his body also shimmered with pale golden light.
It was Shen Yiren Haitang who slept in spring, ignorant of the world.
Luo Siming saw this Yanli's sleeping face, and saw her breathing slightly like a sweet sleep, and his heart skipped a beat, but it was a heartbeat that soothed him. Unconsciously frowning, I felt relieved. For a while, I just thought that Aoxue passed by was really good. If you didn't come in just now, maybe today, decades later, you would still scold: Stupid boy, if you had the courage that day...
"Sleeping Girl... I... Today... "
He didn't know why he wanted to speak, but he just felt that he had something to say to this girl who had a special meaning for him. And once he opened his mouth, he couldn't stop.
From the grievances he suffered at the New Year's Eve banquet tonight, he also talked about how to break through the difficulties and how to stabilize his position step by step when he first took over as the owner of the young village. So he kept talking about today's Divine Refinement Casting Conference, he just kept saying that, looking at Shen Yiren's sleeping face, there was an indescribable dependence and infatuation in his eyes.
To outsiders, he is one of the seven crowns in charge of the White King. Just as it was a proud horse in the spring breeze, full of heroic appearance and angry horse in fresh clothes, but no one noticed that ten years ago, a young man under fifteen years old was going to take over as the deputy head of the White King Seven Crowns. What a heavy pressure that is.
Every day, under the heavy pressure that ordinary people can't imagine, he forces himself to make progress, to break through, to be condensed, to be calm, and to demand himself beyond the requirements of ordinary people. But not only was the outside world harsh on him, but when he found that his second uncle and cousin were also staring at him, his heart was only more desperate.
He is worshipped by the sword house moon under one person, the young master of Luojian Villa, how can someone share his loneliness and his loss.
The world is so wonderful, if Shen Yiren was sober from the beginning, he would have known him with his original face. Even though Shen Yiren had something that could attract Luo Siming, he felt that he would not be willing to speak his mind without reservation. Only at this moment, it is not Shen Yiren, but this sleeping girl who can't speak and has been asleep. She won't dislike him, she won't have any opinion on him, Fang is the object he can talk to.
After Luo Siming finished the call, he felt in a good mood. Looking at Shen Yiren's sleeping face again, he suddenly felt a flush of red and heartbeat, which was very different from before. It seems that his views on her have changed a lot in the course of the conversation. Luo Siming suddenly realized that he had been busy these days and had never mentioned the situation in this other hospital. Did he really not think about this girl
No, he used his busy work to overwhelm his inner miss for this girl, so that he didn't have to think about him. He suddenly realized that he was just afraid to admit his feelings.
Suddenly, Luo Siming, who has always been slow, realized that his feelings for this girl were lovesickness and admiration that he had never experienced before.
He looked at Shen Yiren's pretty face, his heart was full of blood, and he seemed to have an impulse he had never experienced before. Involuntarily, he glanced at the sleeping girl's fresh lips that were full of water. Under the moonlight, her lips seemed to be coated with honey, like a stained snow plum jelly.
Luo Siming swallowed his saliva unconsciously.
- It's easy to save her, just use my medicine, find someone with strong internal strength, and feed her directly through the mouth.
The words of the real scumbag rang in Luo Siming's ears.
"Could it be... it was destined by God... I was destined to have this relationship with Sleeping Girl."
Lost was confused, took out an elixir from his arms, thought about it for a while, and finally put it in his mouth, and slowly printed it on the pair of lips...
"Hey hey hey! Luo Siming Luo Siming! Fourth brother!! Come out, come out!"
There was a sound like gongs and drums suddenly beating outside the door. Luo Siming knew this person and rushed out of the room to avoid being smashed by him. It would be a big accident!