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Volume 1 Chapter 37: Going to an Appointment

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    Chapter 37: Keep an Appointment

    "If you want to save Miss Zhenzhen, come to the riverside pavilion in the east of the city tonight at Haishi."

    Looking at the ultimatum in his hand, Jian Jun raised his eyebrows.

    It has been more than twenty days since I encountered the visit of Yang Xuyan and Lu Miaozi.  For the past few days, with a master like Lu Miaozi in charge, Jianjun's life has been simple and peaceful.  The next day after Lu Miaozi arrived, he helped the sword master start the furnace and forge swords.

    It has to be said that Nalu Miaozi is known as the most skillful hand in the world, and he is naturally extremely proficient in this casting.  There are countless exquisite instruments that came out of his hands alone.  At this moment, he devoted all his efforts to helping the Sword Master forge the sword, which naturally increased the power of the new sword.

    After more than ten days of hard work and countless sweaty hammerings, the Heretic Sword with flowing silver light was finally forged.

    The structure of the Heretic Sword is very simple.  A slender thin blade four feet long and one inch wide, equipped with a cylindrical hilt covered with white mackerel skin, the Panlong Sword E.  The whole sword is deep and sharp.

    ??????????? If this heretic sword makes the Sword Lord extremely satisfied, then the sword box that the Sword Lord willfully determined makes the eldest lady of the Song family hate it.  Although the entire sword box is not entirely made of pig iron, the inner seat of ebony is covered with a thick layer of iron.  The outside is rough and wild, and the inside is scarlet velvet lining.  The entire Ice Sword rests heavily on the ebony filling lined with scarlet velvet.  Let's not talk about what's going on inside, but the gray cast iron color and the rough haze pattern on the outside have already made the eldest lady of the Song family in Lingnan curse.

    The opinion of the eldest lady of the Song family was not within the scope of the young man's consideration. Every time he looked at the five-foot sword box standing in front of him, the sword master felt happy in his heart.  In my previous life, I always envied the life in the world.  There are also many people who are willing to spend huge sums of money to imitate the characters in movies and animations to satisfy their wishes.  Now that he is finally able to play cosplay with real skills, Jianjun is even happier than when he convinced Song Que.

    After the sword was completed, Lu Miaozi focused on the young man's injury.  After a few days of careful planning, when he saw that Twelve's injuries were stable, he left a few things and left without saying a word.

    Lu Miaozi left without saying a word. The sword master was in despair for a few days, and then he focused on his pair of long swords.  The Aoxiao Hongchen Sword was naturally carried by Zhenzhen on her back, but Song Yuhua could only carry the Heretic Sword Box, which looked extremely heavy.  Although it seemed a bit inhumane for such a delicate and timid young lady to carry such a heavy sword box, he, the Sword Lord, didn't care.

    It was a peaceful day for a few more days. The Sword Lord was gradually recovering from his injuries. Zhenzhen was responsible for the daily diet, but Song Yuhua was not idle either. After seeing the rough-looking sword box, he had no choice but to get one according to the young man's original intention.  White cloth bag.

    On this day, the peaceful days finally came to an end.  Zhenzhen went out shopping and never came back, but what came back was a brief letter.

    Looking at the letter, before Jianjun could speak, Song Yuhua beside him sneered: "These people are really promising!"

    "It is indeed very promising." He laughed, and the sword master, who was almost healed of his injuries, threw away the letter.  Although there was no signature on the letter, he could roughly guess who was doing such a despicable thing.  When the time comes for the appointment, although the other party must be well prepared and set up an ambush, he doesn't care!

    In the past few days, he and Lu Miaozi had several long conversations.  During the conversation, Lu Miaozi once ridiculed his current behavior of repeatedly avoiding and using Song Yuhua as a quality.  Although he was a little unhappy, the young man also knew that what he was doing was indeed unreasonable.  Let's not talk about anything else for now, but Song Que will definitely be dissatisfied and disdainful of his style.

    Since you have said it, you must do it.  After thinking about it, Jianjun finally made up his mind not to run away anymore.  Although difficult, this choice is necessary.

    "Sure enough, calmness is easy to achieve, but pleasure is rare!"

    Under the night, the torches were beeping.  The riverside pavilion on the hill is surrounded by shadows.  Zhenzhen sat in the pavilion with a sad face, her heart full of self-blame and grievance, surrounded by seven or eight leaders of various shapes and expressions.

    Haishi has arrived, but the people who have been waiting for it have not come.  The breeze blew slowly, but it made people's hearts wander.

    "It's already time, why haven't you come yet?"

    "Could you be scared?"

    "I heard that the man was injured just a while ago. He may not have recovered, so he didn't dare to come."

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    The low voices of the soldiers around were faintly heard in the pavilion, and everyone in the pavilion was also shocked and confused.  Although they have captured one of the other party's maids, no one dares to guarantee how much this maid holds in the other party's heart.  What's more, although they think they are not good people, if the other party really doesn't come, they?I really don¡¯t have the face to tear this little maid apart.

    "Gang leader!" Suddenly a man rushed towards the pavilion in the dark night, panting, and held his hand in his hand, "Here he comes!"

    "Here we come!" Zhenzhen's eyes were filled with tears, but the seven or eight people were all refreshed, and their faces showed a bit of joy.

    After a low commotion, the entire riverside pavilion quickly calmed down. Even the sound of breathing became much shallower. Everyone was holding their breath waiting for the other party to arrive.

    Finally, low footsteps were heard, and the people in the pavilion could no longer sit down. They took Zhenzhen to the outside of the pavilion and looked in the direction of the footsteps in the darkness.

    The footsteps were neither urgent nor slow, and the boy with his hands on his back came step by step to the hill. Behind him, there was a long white cloth bag in his hands. Behind his back, he was carrying the handle that was supposed to be brought by Zhenzhen.  The eldest lady of the Song family carries the Red Dust Sword proudly on her back.

    Lu Kangshou, Xiang Siren.  At a glance, Sword Master already saw the two people leading the way.  Lu Kangshou naturally had no suspense, but it was somewhat beyond his expectation that Xiang Siren pursued him all the way to the Bashu land.  "Is there such a deep hatred?" The young man thought in his heart, and he looked down on this person even more.

    "Sword Lord, you're late!" Seeing the young man coming slowly with an unfamiliar coldness, Lu Kang was a little surprised, but he laughed and took a step forward, with a lot of ridicule in his tone.

    "It's not yet time." Sword Lord was not interested in the Tang Dynasty's custom of having a verbal fight before starting a fight.  What's more, in the state of the sword master in white, the young man became more indifferent and taciturn, and his tone was even colder.

    "Hmph, Sword Lord is really arrogant and overbearing, I really opened my eyes!" Sword Lord said "It's not the right time", which made everyone who had been waiting for a long time feel angry.  It is not yet the time of the twelfth lunar month, and it is still the twelfth hour of the twelfth lunar month. Although it is a strong statement, it is really abominable to say it so easily and confidently after making people wait for a long time.  At that moment, one person snorted coldly, his face looked ugly.

    "Who?" He glanced at the person who was speaking, saw that he was angry at Meishan, and uttered the word "Twelve".

    "This is the leader of Nanyang Tuanjiang Gang, Luo Changshouluo." The sword master didn't even turn his head, just glanced at him. The man became even angrier and saw something bad. Xiang Siren on the other side stepped forward and introduced in a loud voice.  .

    "Let him go!" After hearing Xiang Siren's introduction, the sword master with his hands behind his back didn't even say hello. He just nodded and said to Lu Kangshou who was standing beside Zhenzhen.

    "Young hero, you are too arrogant!" The rude performance made everyone frown. The person next to Luo Changshou also said something dissatisfied, but unfortunately, he didn't even get a glance from the sword master.

    Lu Kang¡¯s hands were unequivocal. He gently unlocked the restraints on Zhenzhen and let her leave.

    "Young Master, Zhenzhen is not good!" Xiao ran to Jianjun's side, Zhenzhen was full of shame and cried.

    "It doesn't matter." He patted Zhenzhen's head gently, but the young man's eyes still did not leave the people in front of him.  Song Yuhua, who was beside him, had already pulled away the ribbon wrapped around the opening of the bag in his hand, patted the bottom of the bag, and the sword box landed beside the Sword Master with a "clang".

    The five-foot sword box stood beside him. The sword master kept his hands behind his hands and remained motionless, but the enemies around him were all shocked.  Although their purpose this time was to prevent the young man in front of them from leaving the riverside pavilion, they never expected that this young man would take the initiative to take the initiative without even asking a question!

    "Is there something I can't rely on?" Lu Kangshou couldn't help but guess in Siren's mind.

    "Who uses the sword?!" A cold voice interrupted everyone's guessing. When everyone looked up, they found that the young man in front of them had quietly closed his eyes that had been lowered for some time.

    Flames, shadows, swaying under the moon; long sleeves, hair, flying in the wind.

    Sword Lord¡¯s words were not loud, but everyone could hear them clearly.  But a hint of invisible coldness made no one among the people who had so confidently left him think of replying!

    Lu Kangshou and Xiang Siren looked at each other in shock.  The two of them had fought against the Sword Lord. In their original impression, although this young man had good swordsmanship, he had some traces to follow.  But I didn't expect that when I saw him at this time, he seemed to be a different person, which made people unable to grasp him anymore!

    It was the first time for the rest of them to meet the Sword Lord.  Although he had heard about the young man in front of him for a long time, he was very disdainful.  What can a teenage boy do?  If Lu Kangshou and Xiang Siren hadn't invited them, they would never have come.  But now that I have come and seen him, I only have an uneasy feeling that I cannot leave the young man in front of me!

    "Alas!" No one answered, and the sword master sighed sadly.  It was for Lu Miaozi who left, and for his own path.

    "With your head held high, a thousand hills away, in the roaring wind, you can find enemies to discuss swords with, but it's so cold at high places!"?
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