Sister, you miss me

When Liu Shengba singled out the Chinese martial arts, Yang Feng was also preparing for the challenge, but it was clear that he had no power to fight.

But Yang Feng's acceptance of the challenge from the Yagyu Badao was widely spread on the first day.

Then, Yang Feng received all kinds of calls. In addition to his brothers, friends and confidants, some media, even funeral homes and cemeteries, all came here admiringly.

The brothers moved Yang Feng.

For example, Hong Dandong said that if Liu Shengba dared to seriously injure Yang Feng, he would not mind killing him.

What's more, Chen Long asked for instructions to make the first move and abolish the Liu Sheng Ba Dao. How does he compare?

Qiao Xuan and Zhao Min also care about Yang Feng very much and actively make suggestions.

Qiao Xuan suggested that the day before the test, find a reason to detain Liu Sheng Badao.

Zhao Min went even further, planning to give Liu Shengba Daoan a spy charge, put him under house arrest, or directly deport him.

Yang Feng was grateful for the love of his brothers and sisters, but at the same time he declined all kinds of kindness.

For the funeral home and cemetery salesmen, Yang Feng directly let them die.

Two days passed.

The phone is much quieter.

At night and night, Yang Feng was asking Ji Yu Master Jing Song, but Jing Song had been in a state of deep sleep and had no response.

Just when Yang Feng was extremely disappointed, the phone rang.

Yang Feng's consciousness withdrew from Wuding Tianyu and connected to the phone: "Zi Yan..."

The night breeze hunts, shaves like a knife.

Yang Feng wrapped her down jacket tightly and came to the west gate of the school, while Hua Ziyan stood in the wind in front of the car in her thin clothes.

"Get in the car quickly, cold or not, when will you be back?"

The two sat on the Jungmun Wrangler, and Hua Ziyan said while driving, "I just got off the plane and I was sent back by my grandfather."

"Old Hua looking for me?" Yang Feng frowned slightly.

"Ok."

"Something?"

"It's not you yet!" Hua Ziyan flew a glance at Yang Feng, and then looked ahead, "I just accepted the challenge of Liu Sheng Ba Dao. Do you know what level Liu Sheng Ba Dao is?"

"I know, but I can't answer it."

"I heard that you have accepted the challenge. I have studied Tianchen One Sword Style, and the person named Liu Sheng Badao."

"Do you care about me so?" Yang Feng grinned and smiled.

Hua Ziyan frowned, her voice stern: "Don't be a hippie smiley, do you know how bad the situation is this time?"

Yang Feng nodded and said honestly: "I know."

Hua Ziyan sighed softly: "The Liusheng family is a family of martial arts, and the family history can be traced back to the Asuka era?"

"Asuka Era, what is it?"

"This is the history of neon, the era of Asuka, probably in the tenth century AD."

"Oh."

"The Yanagyu family has been favored by the emperor for a long time, and there have been countless outstanding children in the clan, and Yanagyu Badao is a martial arts genius. Ten years ago, he was already the number one master and the number one master of neon. In the last ten years, he is said I have been in retreat. I just left the customs not long ago. I heard that I realized something.

"It sounds scary. Fortunately, he can't kill people during the competition, so at least I can't die."

"You're quite optimistic!" Hua Ziyan shook her head: "I heard that Liu Shengba has a knife. It is bestowed by the emperor, and he can't leave his left or right. The name is Muramasa."

"Demon Blade Village Zheng?" Yang Feng called.

"you know too?"

"I have heard of it, but I have never seen it." Yang Feng looked forward to it. "I heard that Yaodao Village has a long history. Because of the blood, the blade is dark red and it is a weapon of evil."

"wrong."

"wrong?"

"The village is the name of a swordsman. At that time, Neon was in the Warring States Period. A large number of war knives were needed in the country. The war knives produced by the village were extremely sharp."

"Then why did it become a demon sword?"

"Because of the misleading of the ruler."

"ruler?"

"Many important figures in the Tokugawa shogunate died of the Muramasa sword, so they believed that the sword was not good for the Tokugawa family, designated it as a demon sword, and enacted a ban on swords."

"That's it."

"In order to smoothly implement this law, the Tokugawa Shogunate has vigorously collected and fabricated various anecdotes related to the village to prove that the village is an ominous thing."

"Zi Yan, how do you know so much?" Yang Feng admired Xiang Hua Ziyan.

"Seriously, you don't seem to worry about the comparison test."

"Is it useful to be worried? The soldier came to cover the water and soil and take a step at a time. He didn't dare to kill me anyway."

"Yang Feng, this is no longer yours alone. Even if you lose, you can't lose too ugly."

"Oh!"

"Here, get off."

After chatting with Hua Ziyan all the way, the car drove into a heavily guarded courtyard without knowing it.

Under the night lights, the two-story red brick building, the walls are covered with dense withered vines, you can imagine the scene of midsummer.

The Wrangler stopped and Hua Ziyan led Yang Feng to the second floor.

Two elderly men are drinking tea, one of them is Hua Lao, and another with short gray hair, wearing a thin cyan gown, holding a long sword with a sheath on hand.

"Xiao Feng is here." Old Hua stood up and said.

"Hello, Mr. Hua." Yang Feng strode over, and hurriedly helped Mr. Hua to sit down: "You are still healthy recently! Look at my empty hands, don't blame it!"

"You kid..." Old Hua smiled.

"Old Hua Xingye summoned the boy to come and don't know why?"

"You don't worry, of course it's for you to compete with Liu Shengba."

"Troubling you."

"Do you know the sword and the sword?"

"No idea."

"How do you compare with Liu Sheng Ba Dao? He is a famous swordsman and the number one master of neon."

"I do not know either."

"I'll introduce it to you." Old Hua pointed at the old man in a long gown on the side. The old man immediately got up and arched his hands, obviously respecting him.

"Li Linfu, Master of Wudang Taiji Sword, he will teach you Tai Chi swordsmanship in the next few days."

"Master Lao Li." Yang Feng handed over and said politely.

Seeing Yang Feng’s iron ring at a glance, Li Linfu’s eyes jumped with fire, and he calmly returned the courtesy: “You don’t have to be polite, little brother. It’s an honor for Mr. Hua to think of it. Li must do his best and spare no effort. , Give everything to each other, never hide private..."

"Alright!" Hua Lao interrupted Li Linfu's lengthy statement, and took Yang Feng's hand and said: "Yanyan told you about Liu Shengba Dao!"

Yang Feng nodded: "I mentioned some."

"Did you mention Demon Blade Murata?"

"By the way, Zi Yan said, the so-called demon knife is just sharper and it has been demonized by the ruling class."

"Otherwise!" Hua Lao waved his hand: "Yes, there used to be countless war swords called Muramasa, but the saber of the Yagyu Ba sword is different from the previous one. It was given by the Emperor. The blade is extremely sharp, and the sword is 30,000. The soul of the dead, after drinking blood, the knife is dark red in color, and its brilliance is not obvious. When it comes out of the sheath, it will be full of blood. There is no blood, and it will never go back."

Hua Lao took a deep breath: "Swords and weapons are all evil things. Once they kill too much life, they will naturally produce a hostile atmosphere. The Yagyu Ba sword is equipped with Muramasa, it is a real demon sword."

If this is from someone else, Yang Feng might take it as nonsense. However, this is what the old man said, and he is highly respected and will never be silly.

All three people in the hall were engrossed, listening to the knowledge of Hua Lao's popular science demon sword.

Old Hua continued: "The Demon Sword carries resentful spirits, but these intangibles will add to the user's killing spirit, Xiao Feng, don't help it."

"In that case, we also have to deal with the demon sword with a whole weapon." Yang Feng said.

"The Demon Sword is not so famous, and my Chinese famous sword has long been annihilated. I hurriedly wanted to find a weapon that can deal with the Demon Sword. How easy is it?"

Li Linfu looked worried, and spoke the words of his head.

Old Hua smiled faintly: "Yanyan, please famous sword."

Hua Ziyan went back and forth soon, holding a long and delicate sword box in her hand when she came.

"Golden nanmu!" Li Linfu lost his voice. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to the sword box, and then retracted it halfway. He looked at Hua Lao and asked: "Hua Lao, what a sword is worthy of such a valuable The sword box?"

At first, Yang Feng only felt that the sword box was exquisite and heavy. He couldn't help being surprised when he heard Li Linfu's words.

The golden nanmu has long been extinct, and the emperors and ministers of the past dynasties have used it to make coffins for the corpses.As early as the Song Dynasty, the golden nanmu was fired for ten to twenty thousand gold, and there was still no market.

Yang Feng once saw a Qinan bracelet on the Internet, wooden beads the size of a fingernail, a total of more than 20 pieces, the asking price reached ten million.

If the sword box in front of you is made into a bracelet, tusk...

Yang Feng was thinking wildly, and old Hua's hearty voice sounded in his ear, "Xiao Feng, open it up." Hua Lao's eyes were encouraging.

Yang Feng stepped forward, held the sword case with both hands, and opened it solemnly. A long sword lay in it, mottled ancient meaning rushing towards his face.

"Qing Yan!" Yang Feng's pupils shrank when he saw the two ancient characters embedded in the sword handle.

"It really is the Blue Nightmare Sword!" Li Linfu's voice trembled, and he couldn't help but watch closely.

"Xiao Feng, try." Hua Lao said.

Yang Feng nodded, took the handle of the sword and took out Qing Yan, and looked at the sword at the lamp.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the smelting technology went further on the basis of the Qin Dynasty. Therefore, the Qingyan sword is not entirely a bronze sword, and other alloys have also been added.

The sword body is mottled, and the brilliance is not obvious, but it just feels awe-inspiring.

Hua Lao said: "It is the treasure of this great Han town. Later it was acquired by Cao Mengde, the traitor of the troubled times. Cao Cao fell, and the sky blue nightmare was annihilated. By coincidence, it was acquired by the old man. Yang Feng, you are contributing to the country. Help you to kill all evil spirits!"

"Ah, Yang Feng, what are you doing!"

Hua Ziyan cried out, and Yang Feng had a long hair in her hand.

"Sorry, I just want to see the legendary blown and broken hair."

Old Hua couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"It hurts!" Hua Ziyan complained, but Yang Feng was still aroused by Yang Feng, "Try it now."

Two old and one young, three pairs of eyes fixed on Yang Feng.

Yang Feng's right hand was flat and Qingyan, his left hand was raised high, a long slender hair slowly fell.

Seeing the hair touch the sword, Yang Feng flipped his right wrist, and the sword faced the hair...