Zhao Jundu was only five years old at that time, he accidentally saw his younger brother seriously injured, his parents were arguing, the little man hadn't figured it out, and when he woke up, his younger brother disappeared. At that time, the Zhao Clan issued a gag order, and the matter quickly fell silent and peaceful, as if the Zhao Clan's bastard had never existed. Who knew, this planted an obsession in Zhao Jundu's heart. A drink and a peck are all cause and effect.
Zhao Weihuang sighed again when he thought of Zhao Jundu having a long talk with him all night before leaving.
And when he looked at Zhao Weihuang again, Qianye felt complicated, all kinds of emotions were entangled and intertwined, and he really didn't know how to describe it. There are still many doubts about the past, but to him, they are all trivial details, and he no longer wants to know.
"Where is the cleat left by my mother? Can you give it to me?" Qianye asked, this was also one of his purposes for returning to the Zhao Clan.
Zhao Weihuang pondered for a moment, then Fang took out a crystal lock piece from his bosom.
Qianye's hands trembled a little when he took the cleat. The material of this piece of crystal was ordinary, the carving was rough, and the pattern on it was also different from the common ones, but when he took it in his hand, he suddenly and naturally understood the meaning of it. The two ancient runes were indeed his name.
Qianye carefully put away the crystal cleat close to his body, this may be the only connection he has with the mother he has never seen.
The matter of that year has been finished, and suddenly there is nothing to say between the two men. Zhao Weihuang's eyes gradually became sharper, and he returned to the posture of a superior who has been in charge of life and death for a long time. He glanced up and down Qianye, and suddenly threw the long sword in his hand.
Qianye caught it subconsciously.
"This sword is called Killing. I have fought with me for eighteen years, and I have beheaded countless enemies. When the enemy has drunk a lot of blood, the blade will gradually glow with blood. When the blade is completely covered with blood, it is a great achievement, which can be called Divine Soldier. I think you are a bit promising, so I will use this sword for you!"
Qianye was taken aback. It must be extremely rare for weapons like killing and cutting to grow gradually. This sword has followed Zhao Weihuang for eighteen years, which is equivalent to eighteen years of nurturing. What kind of character is Northwest General Zhao Weihuang? distant.
This kind of magical weapon is priceless, and it cannot be bought with money at all. Zhao Weihuang casually threw it to Qianye like an ordinary origin sword.
Qianye stretched out his finger and flicked on the edge of the sword, the long sword made a continuous groan, and a mist of blood appeared on the edge of the sword. His basic sword skills have been tempered by the Book of Black, and he can be called a master with a sword, so he is full of admiration for this seven-foot long sword.
However, he still handed Shafa to Zhao Weihuang, saying: "This sword is not suitable for my current martial arts. I already have the heavy sword Dongyue in my hand. Although that sword is not as good as Shafa, it is more suitable for me."
Zhao Weihuang was taken aback when he heard this, and asked, "Dongyue? Could it be the Song Clan's Dongyue?"
Qianye didn't expect Zhao Weihuang to know about Dongyue, this is a strange thing. Zhao Weihuang's status, not to mention that Dongyue was just a weapon that the Song clan put in the arsenal outside for ordinary children to choose, even if it was a high-level weapon of the seventh and eighth ranks, it should not be in his eyes. For example, killing, according to the classification of the empire, it is about eighth level now, and it can reach level nine after Dacheng, which is only one line lower than the top ten famous guns.
Now that it has been said here, there is nothing to hide, so Qianye told the story of getting to Dongyue.
After hearing this, Zhao Weihuang's eyes lit up, and he said, "You just said it was Lu Lao? Then you should be right, show Dongyue." He asked his relatives to come in, and according to what Qianye said, go to Zhao Yu Ying Chu brought Dongyue.
When the entourage retreated, Zhao Weihuang stretched out his hand to make a false move, the long sword screamed, and jumped into his hand by itself, and then he slashed at Qianye with a lightning strike!
The sword intent suddenly enveloped most of the hall, and Qianye didn't have time to dodge, he felt a ray of fiery energy descending from the center of his brows, and swept across his whole body. The clothes on his chest were suddenly torn apart, and the breastplate made of silk-wrapped fine gold inside was split in two, but the skin on his body was not damaged at all. It can be seen that Zhao Weihuang's sword has reached its peak in terms of power and precision.
The top was torn open, revealing a perfect body, the skin was faintly radiant and extremely delicate, but the complexion was a little too pale. Without seeing the scar, Zhao Weihuang was slightly surprised, raised his eyebrows, and slowly put down the long sword in his hand.
"Jundu said that you have not recovered from your secret injuries. It seems that you have another opportunity. Not only have you recovered from your old injuries, but your physique has also improved to this level. It is really rare." Zhao Weihuang's eyes flashed a gleam of joy, and said: "I was worried Bingjue will do too much damage to your body, even if you switch to the Zhao Clan's secret method, you will not be able to suppress the power of the vortex, so it seems that there should be no problem now."
Qianye was caught off guard and almost broke out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, he has paid great attention to the method of concealment since he condensed the blood core. Now not only the bloodline lurking is fully activated, but the gold-burning blood in his body has all sank deep into the bloodline. The Wings also formed a double mask of gold and black, which heavily wrapped the blood core and isolated it from conscious detection.
Zhao Weihuang has the power of a supernatural general, but what he used was just ordinary force insight, which escaped his eyes by chance.
Qianye immediately said: "I don't need to change the exercises."
Zhao Weihuang frowned, "It's not that you can't be promoted to a warlord, but it's too violent. After only one whirlpool, the tearing force exceeds the tolerance of a thirteenth and fourth-level warlord. Although your physique is good now, But for future development, it’s best not to take any risks.”
Qianye bit the bullet and said: "I have modified the Song Clan's secret method..." As he spoke, a small force of origin gathered in his hand, like a large drop of water.
Zhao Weihuang saw at a glance that the original force had turned gas into liquid, and there was no way to enter. He was stunned for a moment, and Fang said: "The secret method of the Song Clan? Could it be that Song Zining, the seventh son of the Song Clan in Gaoling, gave it to you?"
Qianye nodded.
Zhao Weihuang was silent for a moment and did not speak. The two sects of the Zhao and Song sects are roughly equal in terms of level, and even if the secret sects of the Zhao sect win, they are limited. The secret technique is first and foremost suitable for the practitioner. Since Qianye can condense the original force to this level, it means that the technique is very suitable for him, so there is no need to modify it at this moment.
At this time, the entourage who had gone to fetch Dongyue knocked on the door and came in, presenting the epee.
Zhao Weihuang carried Dongyue in his hand, and just tried the weight before secretly nodding. He inspected the blade carefully, and even slashed at Dongyue with Shafa. How sharp the killing was, Zhao Weihuang slashed with his control power, and unexpectedly only left a faint trace on Dongyue. If it is in battle, it can be said that Dongyue has at least the power to resist killing for a short time.
"That's it. This Dongyue sword was indeed made by Lu Lao. It can be said that he sealed the mountain. It is also luck that you can get this sword."
Hearing that Zhao Weihuang spoke so highly of this sword, Qianye was very surprised. In his opinion, there is nothing special about this Dongyue except that it is made of special material, hard and heavy, and extremely difficult to damage. Song Zining also played with it several times and came to the same point of view.
It's just that Qianye has been using it for a long time, and he is already very comfortable. Besides, the Nirvana Slash is tempered by the Book of Black, and Dongyue is also used as the benchmark. Qianye's body is strong at this moment, and he has produced burning gold blood, so he would feel too light to use other weapons.
"Apart from the hard point, what are the benefits of this Dongyue?" Qianye couldn't help asking.
Zhao Weihuang flicked Dongyue's sword with his fingers, and said: "It is said that this sword is the work of Lu Lao Fengshan, but it is not entirely true. To be precise, this sword is not finished yet, only half of it is made, it is a semi-finished product."
"Semi-finished product?"
Zhao Weihuang knew that he was confused, so he said: "Old Lu and I are old acquaintances. I once heard him mention Dongyue's original intention of casting. The original idea of this sword was to take advantage of the general situation of mountains and seas to defeat the enemy with strength. It has no other fancy abilities. The name of the sword is Dongyue, so you can imagine how strong his heart is. At that time, Lu Lao happened to have a piece of strange metal from the void outside the land. After soaking it in the blood of a strange beast in the void, it took several years to make the Dongyue Sword But since then, I heard that Mr. Lu has never been able to find suitable materials to perfect Dongyue. Now seeing this sword, I know the rumors are true."
Qianye didn't expect that there would be so many stories after Dongyue, but this is normal. Ever since he got this epee, Qianye deeply felt that the power of this sword was far beyond imagination, and it shouldn't be something you can get at random, but he didn't expect that Dongyue's origin would be so extraordinary.
Zhao Weihuang tried a few sword moves with Dongyue, and said: "Since you have Dongyue, it is normal that you are not used to killing and cutting. But what Lu Lao can't do doesn't mean that I, Zhao Clan, can't do it either. I happen to have some Tianshui heavy silver in my hand. I will hand it over to the Craftsman Mansion tomorrow, and let them find a way to add it to Dongyue, which can increase the power of this sword by one level. But in this way, the weight of this sword will increase greatly. You can use it ?”
Qianye thought for a while and said, "Anything within five tons can be used freely."
"Alright, you can leave Dongyue behind. The time required for casting will not be known until the people in the craftsman's mansion have seen it."
"If the lord has no other orders, I will take my leave first."
"Before Jun Du left, he had already ordered someone to clean up his Jidu Purple Garden for you to use."
Qianye thought for a while and said, "There's no need to move here and there. I want to return to the Eternal Night Continent after I'm promoted. The battle there is tight."
Seeing Qianye's leaving figure, Zhao Weihuang sighed. Until the end, Qianye was very respectful to him, not to mention calling him father.
After leaving Zhao Weihuang's Discourse on Martial Arts Hall, Qianye walked towards the outside of Duke Cheng'en's mansion under the guidance of two personal followers. As soon as he stepped out of the middle gate, he met a dozen people head-on, as if they had been waiting here for a long time.
A white-faced and beardless old man took a step forward and asked in a slightly shrill voice: "Is this Young Master Qianye in front?"
Qianye was slightly startled, and replied: "I am. What's the matter?"
The old man said with a smile: "It can be regarded as waiting for Mr. Qianye. The princess wants to see you. If you have nothing to do, you can go with this old servant!"
"Princess?" Qianye's pupils shrank suddenly.
"It's Princess Gaoyi."
Zhao Weihuang's two followers looked at each other, and one of them stepped forward and gently confirmed the other's identity in Qianye's ear, but other than that, he didn't say a word.
Qianye's expression turned cold, and he said calmly, "Then I'll take the trouble to lead the way."
"It's okay, just follow the old slave."
The old man turned and walked ahead. The attendants he brought were divided into two rows, intentionally or unintentionally sandwiching Qianye in the middle. Qianye sneered secretly in his heart, didn't care, and followed them calmly. One of Zhao Weihuang's two attendants continued to follow, while the other retreated into the middle gate.
The Qingping Palace where Princess Gaoyi lives is far from the Lunwu Palace, and it took a little time to walk.
On the big square in front of the hall, Qianye paused for a while, looked around, and saw that this Qingping Hall was quite different from other places in the Zhao Mansion, and the maids' clothes and manners were different. Moreover, the attendants who came in and out were obviously cleansed, this is a regulation that only exists in the imperial palace.
After the old man informed, he led Qianye into the palace gate.