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- Forty-eight Sin Sword
When the sword master returned to his residence with a long sword on his back, Zhenzhen, who had become extremely diligent because she was ashamed because her son fought desperately with others two years ago but was unable to do anything, was still meditating on the cloud bed. Angry, Song Yuhua, who was still dignified and calm, was sitting under the tree in the courtyard with her knees in her arms, looking at the sky in a daze.
Hearing the footsteps of Sword Lord, Miss Song just nodded with the young man who changed her life and continued to look at the sky. Sword Lord, who had long been accustomed to it, did not do anything, and did not disturb Zhenzhen. He just returned to his room, sat at the table, and carefully read the information from Lei Jiuzhi.
In fact, the information this time was extremely vague. Apart from knowing that Huo Jitong was here to pick up an important person, we had no idea when he would be picked up or who the person to be picked up would be. However, the place where Huo Jitong lived at this time really made Jianjun a little bit dumbfounded.
In the past two years, ever since the time-traveling boy introduced a new method of attracting customers to Shangguan Long, the northern intelligence commander of the Yingui sect, the ranking of famous prostitutes in the entire Sui Dynasty has been completely reshuffled. . Except for people like Shang Xiufang who are really much higher than others and have embarked on the road of high-end early. Fairy residences that are either quaint or simple and elegant away from the bustling city have appeared in the Central Plains and even in some foreign countries outside the Great Wall, and the owners of these residences are almost all the focus of talk among perverts all over the world. There are the female heroes who guard the villa alone, the female concubines who live in the woods, the nuns who worship the ancient Buddha, the female generals who scold Fang Qiu and the original version also introduces the lonely and pretty widow, the mother and daughter who depend on each other for life. flower. Later, the creativity of the leaders of the vast service industry was almost stretched to the limit. Some people dared to buy a small island in the middle of the lake and call it Sanxian Island after hearing that it was also written by Jian Jun in "The Romance of the Gods". Someone who dares to call her Weaver Girl just because she has a loom, and someone who dares to call her Flower Fairy after planting a yard of flowers This is simply amazing to the original creator Jianjun.
Among them, the ones with the greatest reputation and the highest level are of course those secretly manipulated by the Yingui Sect. After all, the Yingui sect was the first to know and the first to prepare. The beauties of the Yingui sect were of high quality, so naturally they were famous far and wide. But Shangguan Long or Zhu Yuyan was not polite at all after the blessing. They used all the names that Jianjun talked nonsense about when he came up with that bad idea, such as Yan Jing'an and so on. Now Yan Jing'an is the master-level oiran of Fengyue Realm whose reputation is closely following Shang Xiufang's.
And now Huo Jitong, the young boss of the gambling house in southern Sichuan, is now in a famous prostitute's garden on the outskirts of Baidi City. I don¡¯t know if this guy is here to look for flowers or if their gambling house in southern Sichuan is preparing to transform and want to introduce a famous prostitute.
"Young Master!" The sword master gradually put away the letter in his hand, while Zhenzhen, who had already finished her work and came to the young man's side, had laid out the brocade and started grinding it quietly. This has been the case for almost the past two years. After the teenager reads the information, Song Yuhua, who has the best calligraphy among the three, will write down the target's crimes in writing for the junior. Then a dragon-flying signature and annotation were signed from the previous year.
"Sir, when are we going?" Seeing Song Yuhua holding a jade pole and holding a wolf hair and writing the small regular script seriously, Zhenzhen asked with some anticipation.
"Noon."
The sun is just right at noon in March. People in Baidi City who were about to have lunch or had already finished lunch saw the three sword masters.
Zhenzhen, who was carrying the Aoxiao Hongchen Sword, was walking in front with a bright yellow scroll and her little face raised. Behind her was the Sword Lord, who was carrying a black sword pouch and wearing black clothes and a emerald hair crown on his head. He was half a step behind, carrying a huge white sword on his back. The eldest lady of the Song family.
"Hey, the sword of the king of hell is going to hit the king of hell again?"
"It must be, well, isn't that little girl's hand holding the King of Hell sticker?"
"Hehe, he must be a heinous criminal again. I think we might be able to live a good life for a few days in Baidi City."
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As the three of them walked along, they were surrounded by whispers. Although most people have only seen it for the first time, the Sword Lord has been known to the world for two years that he has been killing people all the way with a sword in his hand.
Leisurely living in Jinghu Lake.
??Beside a small lake that is as clear as a mirror outside Baidi City, a rather elegant house is half-hidden in the secluded green forest. When the three sword masters and a group of spectators who were not afraid of death saw the four words on the small plaque, the guards scattered around the forest lake and at the door already felt bad.
"Stop! Who is that?!" There was a shout, and along with the sound of swords being unsheathed, a dozen big men came from all directions, surrounding the three sword masters. Naturally, these bodyguards and guardians have all heard of the evil reputation of the King of Hell Sword!
Facing a group of big men with unkind expressions, ZhenzhenWithout the slightest nervousness, he raised the bright yellow scroll in his hand and said coldly: "The heaven and earth are black and yellow, the ten thousand qi belong to this sect; I have practiced through thousands of tribulations to prove my magical power; the sword master travels to block the heavenly punishment!"
Listening to Zhenzhen¡¯s clear but murderous voice, the paranoid man carrying a sword pouch felt greatly relieved. That delicate and timid little girl has now become a spirited little heroine, and I, a semi-otaku who can only hang around, finally have the capital to indulge in role-playing as much as I want.
"This place is privately owned. No matter what you do, you must leave immediately!" Listening to Zhenzhen's voice, the big men frowned tightly. In the past two years, the sword of the King of Hell has killed many people, but he didn't expect that it would find his own young master's head today.
"Hmph! Stop pretending. Should you call Huo Jitong out, or should I go in and find it myself?" Zhenzhen, who had been listening to Jianjun's theory of true knowledge through actual combat all day long, was now the most active in fighting, so she felt that the other party was not cooperating, and she suddenly Smiling brightly, ready to take action at any time.
"The little girl has such a loud voice!" an old voice came from the small courtyard. There was a sound of footsteps immediately after, but more than a dozen people of different colors and genders were seen walking out of the small courtyard. To everyone's surprise, the person walking in the middle was not Huo Jitong, as everyone expected, but an old lady with white hair and a whisk in hand.
"Who is Huo Jitong from the gambling house in southern Sichuan?" Faced with the scolding of the white-haired old lady, Zhenzhen did not answer. Instead, she looked at the dozen or so people who came forward and asked.
"That's me!" Seeing being asked, a strong man in a blue robe beside the old lady replied firmly with a ferocious light in his eyes.
"Huh!" Seeing the fierce look in the other person's eyes, the fearless Zhenzhen showed no sign of weakness. She glared back fiercely, opened the bright yellow scroll in her hand with a swipe, and read loudly: "This edict: In the whirling world, look south to the continent, Huo Jitong, a gambling house in southern Sichuan, the land of Bashu, wasted no time on human life, forced a good girl to become a prostitute, and brought disaster to one party. He went to heaven and heaven to announce his punishment!"
As soon as the word "sentence" came out, everyone present was stunned. For a moment, they seemed to have returned to the twelfth lunar month of winter. It was not the cold wind that bit the bones, but the killing intent.
"Behead!" The young man in black robe slowly stepped forward. His solemn and mysterious attire looked as deep as the Nine Netherworld in everyone's eyes.
The faces of everyone on Huo Jitong's side turned extremely ugly after hearing the word "beheaded."
"What an edict. Doesn't it mean that your sword master deserves to die for doing such a disrespectful thing?" Seeing the sword master coming forward, Huo Jitong almost couldn't help but take action, but was stopped by the skinny white-haired woman next to him. Stopped. The old woman had obviously been in a high position for a long time. She spoke in a deep voice and had a certain air of magnanimity.
"Yang Guang is cruel and should not be a king." He continued to step forward without any expression. The sword master had slowly untied the knot of the bag behind his back, revealing the hilt made of green jade inside.
"Okay! What a sword master, I admire you." The old woman was stunned when she heard this. Even though there are countless rebels in the world now, since the emperor's authority was so strict a few years ago, how many people dared to do this like the young man? Showing weakness?
"It's just that even if the young man has superb swordsmanship, he is not a vegetarian in the gambling houses in southern Sichuan. Is it worth provoking such a powerful enemy for nothing?"
"I haven't asked for advice yet." Sword Lord asked silently as he slowly pulled away the cloth bag, revealing the scabbard also made of green jade. He really didn't know who this old lady with weak hands was.
"Xia Miaoying from the old body and the unity sect." Seeing the young man asking, Xia Miaoying thought that the sword master was moved, and she felt happy, but her face remained calm.
"It turns out to be Grandma Tongtian." Jianjun nodded and kept walking.
"What do you think, Mr. Sword?" Seeing that the rhythm of the opponent's feet did not change at all, Grandma Tongtian's face darkened, but the silver thread in her hand was not moving automatically.
"The Sword of Sin does not ask who has been in the past, but Heaven's Punishment only punishes who has been in the past. The Lord of Swords only executes the punishment on behalf of Heaven. If Grandma Tongtian wants to say something, just tell Heaven."
"Godmother, since this kid doesn't know how to live or die, I'll just kill him! Could it be that he thinks that with the Song family's eldest daughter as his backer, I'm afraid of him!" Huo Jitong is a domineering figure. It is a common problem among Jianghu people to think highly of themselves. No matter what happens, few Jianghu people will take the rumored quite powerful person in their eyes. Huo Jitong was like this. With a wave of his hand, he ordered his men to come forward and besiege him.
??????????????????? The swords came all at once, and again the crowd bullied the few. Seeing these bastards charging at them ferociously, the Sword Master was already numb. I have encountered this kind of scene many times in the past two years, and this time it is just the same.
Ignoring the threat, the young man inserted the green jade scabbard in his hand on the ground.
There was a soft "pop" sound, and the scabbard was half a foot into the ground. Everyone felt that the murderous intention that made people chill in their hearts suddenly disappeared without a trace. young man's handStill hesitating!
A desolate flute sound came from the sky, and the strange tone came out from the sword master's mouth again:
"God has no selfish intentions, and punishments are not lynched; crime is a matter of life, but punishment is death!" - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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