The Sword Dynasty

Chapter 11: Outstanding

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In the dark room, a woman in a red shirt was vaguely sitting.

There is a qin in front of her and an incense burner beside her.

On both sides of her, there are also a few black bamboos that look like black jade.

"It's just a weak woman who lost her family. She knows some ways to save her life, but Mr. Zhao Si laughed."

Black smoke curled up from the censer, and the figure of the woman in red swayed in the air, like a ghostly ghost, but her voice was surprisingly clear, gentle, and indescribably polite, which made people listen Then I felt comfortable, making the whole dark room seem to be warmed up.

The delicate young man frowned slightly, and the trace of anger on his face slowly dissipated.

"At the same time, if you are reduced to a human being, why should Miss Shang be humble?"

He saluted the woman in the room, then walked into the dark room calmly, and sat down opposite the woman in red.

In front of the red-shirted woman's piano, there is a thin black gauze curtain, and he and the red-shirted woman face each other across the curtain.

The thick-browed young man who had been following behind him also saluted the woman in the red shirt outside the door, but he didn't go in, but turned around and stood at the door.

"Mr. Zhao Si sent someone to send a message earlier, saying that he has something to discuss with me. I don't know what it is?"

The woman in the red shirt returned a salute behind the curtain, and then asked calmly.

Her voice is thin, but the speed and tone of her speech are all comfortable.

The handsome young man looked at the woman in the red shirt behind the curtain, who actually controlled most of the illegal business in the fish market, and nodded slightly, "My junior brother Zhao Zhan was killed by Ye Celeng, this Miss Shishang must have known about it."

The woman in the red shirt said in a soft voice: "Mr. Zhao Qi is one of the most outstanding people in the world. Once he died, it is really a pity."

The handsome young man raised his eyebrows gradually.

Just like when Zhao Zhan saw Ye Ce Leng walk into the gate of the courtyard, he also began to exude an unspeakable vigor and charm, an unspeakable sharpness.

"My junior brother's death will be known all over the world in a few days." He still said calmly: "It's just why my junior brother lurks in Changling and why he died in Changling. Few people will know the reasons for this. Know."

The woman in the red shirt said: "Weak women are dull, I don't understand Mr. Zhao Si's meaning."

The handsome young man looked at the woman in the red shirt behind the gauze curtain, and then said: "You practitioners of the Qin Dynasty have been chasing our Jianlu people the most closely. Our Jianlu people, not to mention Changling, as long as they are If you live in any big city of the Qin Dynasty for a long time, you will definitely be noticed. My junior brother knows this, and he is not afraid of life and death. He lived in seclusion in Changling for three years, not to assassinate someone alone, but to find what that person left behind. thing."

The woman in the red shirt was silent, but her body began to tremble slightly, and the several black bamboos beside her also trembled as if in pain.

Even though she was already one of the most powerful people in Changling, and an existence that everyone who entered the fish market must respect and fear, she still felt pain when thinking of that person's name.

Many times, I don't want to mention that person's name, just because of helplessness and pain, because I don't want to think of so many painful things.

Just like the most powerful existence of Zhao Jianlu in front of her.

Zhao Jianlu's people will not be afraid, but Jianlu was destroyed because of that person, and now he still wants to rely on the things left by that person to fight against the practitioners of the Qin Dynasty, which is a huge pain in itself.

The handsome young man continued calmly and coldly: "My junior brother is naturally not afraid of death, but if there is no clue, I will not allow him to throw his life in Changling at will, and his life is far worse than most people in the world. lives are worth a fortune.”

The gauze curtain trembled slightly, and after a few breaths, the woman in the red shirt whispered, "It's really as rumored, that person's disciple has appeared?"

The handsome young man looked at the figure in the red shirt behind the gauze curtain, and said slowly: "You know that man has many enemies, but there are also many old minions. After his death, most of his old minions came to a miserable end. There are not many weak women and children. Perhaps it was a coincidence that my Jianlu people found a murdered thief. The thief should have escaped to the wild and bled to death. There are superficial wounds all over his body, circles of sword wounds, connected continuously."

The woman in the red shirt was startled again: "The Millstone Sword Art?"

The handsome young man said indifferently: "I checked it myself later, and the Moshi Sword is correct. The Moshi Sword Art is a sword technique created by that man, and it is specially used to deal with practitioners who are too powerful to protect the body. Look, the sword caster was only at the first level of cultivation at that time, and the thief was already at the top of the second level. There should be such a gap in cultivation, so he used the grinding stone sword to deal with it. Then we carefully tracked down the thief Based on the previous traces, it was found that the thief might want to rob a certain nearby village, and in that village, several women and children were the former family members of that person."

The woman in the red shirt was silent for a few breaths, "I believe in Mr. Zhao Si's judgment, but for me, it has nothing to do with me whether the man keeps his true disciple or not."

"But we can do better."

The handsome young man sneered and said, "Even though many people are afraid of us, we all know that we are just ghosts without visible light."

"No one will refuse power, and no one will refuse to live better." The handsome young man paused, then glanced at the Sequoia woman behind the curtain, and added coldly.

"It seems that Mr. Zhao Si wants my help, and see if we can find some clues from that person's former family members." The woman in the red shirt was silent for a few more breaths, and said sincerely: "I respect Mr. It's from Qin."

The handsome young man shook his head and laughed at himself: "What is the relationship between the people of Qin and the people of Zhao now? Our dynasty has been destroyed for so many years. Could it be that when our dynasty was destroyed, what King Zhaoliu shouted was still useful? It's a personal grievance, and the general trend of the world is already like this, so I am so stupid to think that a few broken swords in Yijian Furnace can rebuild my dynasty?"

The woman in the red shirt thought for a while.

She knew that the fourth entry in the legendary sword furnace, who was called Mr. Zhao Si, was recognized as the highest level among all the disciples of the true sword furnace.

Now she knows that this realm is not just the realm of cultivation.

So she wanted to have a serious talk and see this person clearly.

The black bamboos beside her swayed slightly, as if the wind was blowing, and the black gauze curtain in front of her also swung and closed to one side.

The handsome young man sensed the faint vitality of heaven and earth on the black gauze curtain, he couldn't help but stare, and said sincerely: "It turns out that Miss Shang is also proficient in the way of arranging magic circles."

"Mr. laughed again."

The voice of the woman in the red shirt sounded more comfortable. She saw the handsome young man's face clearly, and she couldn't help being a little surprised when she saw that the legendary Mr. Zhao Si was much younger than she expected.

The handsome young man also saw her face clearly.

He too was surprised.

Her facial features are not particularly good-looking, and her complexion is a little sickly white, but her expression is exceptionally quiet and peaceful. Her pupils are very characteristic, especially black and bright. The red dress on her body is very long, completely dragging on the ground , covering her feet.

And there doesn't seem to be any hatred in her eyes at all. Her expression is like that of some Buddha statues in the temple, looking at all living beings with compassion.

The two looked at each other, and the dark room fell silent for a moment.

"I would like to listen to the detailed explanation of the master." The woman in the red shirt did not make any gestures, and was the first to speak out, breaking the silence.

"There are two things."

The handsome young man's expression gradually became serious, he sat upright, took a deep breath, and said slowly, "The first thing, I have already told Miss Shang the real secret of my brother's death in Changling, I only hope that if Shang If the eldest miss really finds out about that person's disciple, she will definitely try to inform the person in Jianlu. Because I talked to the eldest miss before, I know that the eldest miss is open-minded by nature, and even has some respect for that person, and has no respect for that person's disciple. What hatred."

The woman in the red shirt nodded: "I can agree to this, sir."

The handsome young man nodded his head in thanks, and continued: "The second thing, I want to ask Miss Shang to help keep an eye on the whereabouts of those people in Dawei. I have heard the news below, and they may have clues about Gushan Jianzang."

"The practitioners from Yunshui Palace also appeared in Changling? Gushan Jianzang?" The red-shirted woman couldn't believe it.

The handsome young man bowed deeply, and said solemnly: "If I can get something from that person or Gushan Sword, Jianlu is willing to share it with Miss Shang. From now on, Jianlu's broken swords will definitely protect Shang. Miss is thorough."

The woman in the red shirt naturally knew the weight of this handsome young man's words.

She didn't say anything, but just returned the courtesy deeply.