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Not long after, Siming Yan also took a fancy to a light and light long sword. This sword is slender and flexible, and its name is "Wei Yu". Si Mingxu took a picture of the sword without hesitation.
The young man stroked the newly acquired spirit sword: "The sword is a good sword, but I don't like the name very much. Brother, can I give it another name?"
"This is your own sword, of course you can name it." Si Mingxu couldn't help being a little curious, wondering what name this handsome young man would give his first sword.
Siming Yan pondered for a moment, then said in a low voice: "I named this sword¡ªCrying Tears."
"Huanjun's pearls are both in tears, and I hate to see you when you were not married. Ming Yan, I can't see that you are young, but you are a passionate seed." Say sad.
But it's also normal. He recalled his penguin signature when he was fifteen or sixteen years old - "Prime Minister Bai Zhiyou presses the sword" The reason was just a falling out with his school basketball teammate. It's almost impossible to look directly at the second grade.
He also knows that his cheap brother has always been very thoughtful. It's just that Si Mingxu always felt that the name of this sword must have some chilling meaning. As the saying goes, "The sword is a weapon of murder, and swordsmanship is a trick to kill people. No matter how beautiful language is used to cover it up, the truth will always be the truth."
Uh, that's a long way off.
However, if Sim Mingxu himself had acquired a good spirit sword at the age of the second-highest middle school, nine out of ten he would have named it something domineering and sloppy, such as Jianglong, Pokong, Tushen, and Yaoshi.
Hearing his brother's slightly teasing words, Siming Yan did not argue, but just smiled shyly.
The young man thought to himself, "Weeping tears" One day, I will make everyone who sees this sword cry like rain from fear
At this moment, there was a loud noise at the entrance of the hall!
Following this loud noise, the two vermilion lacquered gates of the Fuyao Pavilion, which were more than three feet high, collapsed, one from the left and the other from the right. For a while, the venue was filled with dust, and many monks were choking and coughing.
Everyone frowned and looked towards the door. Lady Yao was shocked, her brows stood on end, and her face was full of anger. Who dared to smash the Fuyao Pavilion? !
As the dust gradually dissipated, Zhao Qifang and Han Yong, two monks from the Qingling Sect, appeared at the door with gloomy expressions.
Han Yong's sharp gaze slowly swept across the field, and finally locked on Si Mingxu.
The rough and bearded monk sternly said: "City Master Si, why did you kill Senior Brother Chen Shangyun? You are so arrogant to kill and seize treasures, don't you take my Qingling Sect seriously?" In the huge auction venue, everyone can hear clearly.
Hundreds of monks in the hall shook each other and turned their eyes to Si Mingxu. Everyone looked different, some stunned, some gloating, some silent, or excited, the only thing in common was that they were all waiting to see a good show.
City Lord Bixiao killed Chen Shangyun, the third child of "Surge in the Wind"? This is big news! Could it be that in this Fuyao Pavilion today, Bixiao City is going to have a real fight with Qingling Shangzong?
The Qingling Shangzong founded the sect for thousands of years, and has always been firmly seated on the throne of the number one sect in the mainland, and no one dares to overthrow it. Even though Xie Xuanfeng in the Dongxu period didn't care about world affairs, Gu Xuesheng was domineering, and the school has declined in recent years, but after all, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and very few people take the initiative to come to ask for trouble.
Now, the Lord of Bixiao City, really wants to touch this sick tiger's ass?
Si Mingxu stood up, frowning slightly.
Chen Shangyun is dead?
In the original book, this little cannon fodder with low character and greedy for sex is a super Xiaoqiang who fights to the last moment!
[Ding ~ The system has detected a huge turning point in the plot, and the dark Ziwei star is about to come into the world, please pay attention! Please pay attention to users! ¡¿
A huge turning point?
What the hell is the dark purple micro star?
Isn't it just dead cannon fodder, what else can I do? Is the microwave system sleepy and confused? After all, this microwave oven, which is too lazy to die, didn't see it come out to make a bubble when Li Liangxiao said "You really don't remember?"
Seeing Si Mingxu's concentration and silence, Zhao Qifang was extremely unhappy.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar with white face and slight beard took a step forward, and said in a deep voice: "Master Si, this matter is very important, please come with us."
Han Yong was even more angry. He strode over and stretched out his hand to grab Si Mingxu. This person has always been on good terms with Chen Shangyun, but at this moment he felt extremely resentful, and for a moment he forgot how to measure.
&nbHe didn't look away.
"Since that's the case, City Master Si might as well go with Master Zhao Feng. I think with the reputation of the Qingling Sect, after careful investigation, I won't wrong a good person." Xu Zhaolin shook his fan, looking very sincere.
Although Xu Zhaolin's words sound nice, the meaning behind them is very cruel.
In his previous life, Si Mingxu was nicknamed the central air conditioner. He was very sophisticated in people and the world, and his temperament was considered easy-going, but he couldn't help being displeased at this time. In the real world, there is an emphasis on "whoever asserts, who will prove it"; these masters of cultivation in the world of books, all of them have no evidence, so they are so aggressive.
At this time, Xu Zhaolin, Zhao Qifang, and Han Yong surrounded Si Mingxu, forming a faint encirclement circle. Seeing this, he had to go to the murder scene in the inn if he wanted to, and he had to go if he didn't want to.
Xiao Heng sneered, and slightly sent spiritual energy to the right hand holding the scabbard, and the scabbard came out with a sound of water breaking, dazzling flowers.
Zhao Qifang didn't want to start an armed conflict with Bixiao City, so he slowed down his tone: "City Master Si, maybe you think I'm presumptuous at this moment, but as long as you go to the scene of the murder, you will know why I came to you."
Si Mingxu raised his right hand, and Xiao Heng slowly withdrew his sword.
He pondered for a moment: "In that case, I will go with you."
Since the microwave oven just said that there is a huge turning point in the plot here, and what the hell is the dark purple star coming into the world, he has to go and see anyway.
Xiao Heng became anxious: "Brother Mingxu, they clearly have bad intentions! There may be some trap, how can you agree?"
Si Mingxu looked indifferent: "Ah Heng, I have made up my mind. The so-called clean is self-clear, I want to see what is going on."
"I'll go with you." Xiao Heng stared at him with dark eyes.
Siming Yan also said softly: "Brother, I will go with you too."
Si Mingxu nodded. To be honest, at this time he was worried that the two children would be left alone.
Zhao Qifang stretched out his hand: "City Lord Si, please!"
Si Mingxu took the two teenagers and walked outside.
The inn where Qingling Shangzong and his party stayed is also near Baishi Ferry, and it is only a cup of tea away from Zhouji Inn. Chen Shangyun originally lived in the Zhouji Inn, but he had a conflict with Siming Xu that day. It happened that Zhao Qifang and Han Yong brought a group of disciples to Lingzhou Mansion, and the three of them lived in this inn together.
In an emergency, Si Mingxu, as a person with a fear of heights, had to bite the bullet and summon Zhanyun, and led the two teenagers to walk with the swords with everyone.
I saw the white clouds under my feet, but after a while, a group of people arrived at the door of the inn. At this time, the rain had stopped, and the warm spring sunshine shone on the green flag at the entrance of the inn, and the four big characters were particularly eye-catching.
Wanhao Inn.
Si Mingxu's eyelids twitched. Well, tomatoes are big. After "Zhou Ji Inn" and "Beauty River North" restaurants, I shouldn't have counted on your integrity.
Zhao Qifang stood still outside the gate of the inn, raised his hand slightly: "Please."
Si Mingxu nodded.
In any case, the soldiers come to cover up the water and the earth. Even if he wants to tear his face apart, although the opponent has a large number of people, but he holds the Zhanyun Sword and the Nine Life Banner, it is not yet known who will die.
Zhao Qifang led several people up to the second floor and stopped in front of a guest room. He stopped, took a deep breath, and slowly opened the door.
This is an ordinary upper room, not spacious and without screens. Everyone stood at the door, and they could see the big bed in the room at a glance.
Chen Shangyun's body fell on this bed.
His eyes were bulging, his seven orifices were bleeding, and his face was full of anger, as if he couldn't believe that he died like this.
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