In Gaoxi, the first snowfall in early winter began early in Kyoto.

The snowflakes drifted for one night. When I woke up the next day, the snow had stopped. The bustling Kyoto was left with only a white patch.

Liu Yishou was old and had no sleepiness. It was still dark, so he got up from the bed and played a five-player game in the snow.

When he was sweating profusely, a long black figure flew past the roof and headed straight towards the yard of Zhongjiucho.

Liu Yishou looked at the shadow that looked familiar and a little unknown fire rose in his heart.

He didn't bother to change his clothes and strode straight to the next yard.

When he opened the yard gate, there was a thick layer of snow on the bluestone floor. Liu Yishou looked around and saw that there was no footprint on the ground, leaving only a few footprints at the door.

He walked over angrily, leaving a string of overturned characters on the snow, and did not knock on the door, and directly pushed open the door roughly. Finally, Jiuchou took off his half-way night clothes and put them on again.

Liu Yishou looked at him and hummed twice: "What have you done?"

Finally, Jiuchou sat down calmly, pulled the red carbon in the charcoal basin, and asked Liu Yishou: "Where are you going? You are sweating all over your head, and you are not afraid of being exposed to the wind. I will not cure it if you get the wind and cold."

Liu Yishou glanced at him: "You should look around and talk about him. If you have wind and cold, you don't need to be treated. Just go underground to see your mother, so I can worry about closing my eyes."

In the end, Jiuchou was most afraid of him as he did this. If he let him continue, he would be the most unforgivable crime of not marrying a wife and having children.

To prevent him from talking endlessly, Jiuchou had to truthfully tell him to go out at night.

Liu Yixing reached the edge of the charcoal basin and stretched out his hands to keep warm, staring at Zhong Jiuchou: "I don't know if you are out yet? I asked you where you are? What have you been doing? Have I repeatedly told you that your condition has relapsed in the past two days, you need to rest and rest. If you suddenly get sick outside, what do you think you will do? What should you do?"

"I'm not fighting with people when I go out. I'm just picking up something."

"Take something? What should I get at midnight? Can't I let my subordinates go? It's cold and the ground is cold, and your body can't stand the cold at all."

Liu Yishou turned to the inner room? He saw a long wooden box on the table at a glance.

There is no pattern carved on the box? Only a gem is inlaid in the middle.

"What is this?" Liu Yishou said, picking up the box and flipping it over and over again. Pressing the gem? The box made a crisp click, and Liu Yishou lifted the lid? A sword was revealed.

Finally, Jiuchou narrowed his eyes.

He thought this old man didn't understand the mechanism of the box.

Liu Yi glanced at Zhong Jiuchou with a proud look and picked up the sword.

The scabbard is moist and white? Ivory texture? Auspicious clouds are carved on it, but on the hilt is a black dragon sculpture.

He pulled out the sword with force, and a cold light rushed out of the dim room.

"What a good sword." Liu Yishou sighed sincerely.

The sword body is cast with black iron, the blade is thin and extremely sharp? It is really called a blade like autumn frost.

Liu Yishi looked at the sword body carefully? Near the hilt of the sword, there were two ancient characters engraved on one hand. After identifying for a long time, he only recognized one of them as the word "dragon". Thinking of the specialness of this sword, he had a bold guess in his heart.

Liu Yishou asked Zhong Jiuchou in a trembling voice: "Longyuan Sword? Is this Longyuan Sword right? Zhong Jiuchou, you actually challenge Luo Yingzong? Are you afraid of your life? Do you know the legend of the martial arts world? The sword comes out of Lingshan, and the sword looks at Luo Ying. Lingshan Sect and Luo Yingzong are the two largest sects in the world? They have been together for hundreds of years and have a stable foundation? Master Ruyun, you, you, are you for a sword? Are you afraid of your life?"

Finally, Jiuchou smiled indifferently? He was slowly cooking old tea on the stove? The soup was steaming upwards, radiating his smile, like the first sun in winter.

Yingting raised her sword eyebrows slightly, and looked at Liu Yishou, who was nervous, and said, "You have also said that the sword is Luo Ying. Luo Yingzong is the one who plays the sword, what is the use of a sword?"

"Is the Longyuan Sword an ordinary sword? It is a sword passed down from ancient times, and it is the treasure of Luo Yingzong's sect. You just snatched it from others like this, are you trying to make a death vengeance? You still think that the Shura Palace has a few enemies?"

Finally Jiuchou interrupted him: "Uncle Shu, I won the sword. Their sect leader is not as good as others and cannot beat me. It's not my fault. As for the idea of ​​making enemies for Shura Palace, it is simply nonsense. I don't have the name of Shura Palace. There are rules for the martial arts world. If Luo Yingzong is not convinced, he will come to seek revenge and will not implicate Shura Palace."

Liu Yishou's nose was so angry that he was: "Do you think I'm worried about Shura Palace? I'm worried that you little bastard have a few big and small shorts."

"Uncle Shu, don't worry about doing things. Although I won the Longyuan Sword, I also agreed to Luo Yingzong to do something for them. Everything is within my calculations. Come back and take a hot shower and be careful of catching a cold."

Liu Yishou snorted, stepped forward and grabbed his left arm, pulled down Zhong Jiuchou and wanted to take it off before. When he saw the Yexing clothes that Liu Yishou wore again, a terrifying wound was revealed, and the flesh and blood were turned out. Although he had been medicine, blood still slowly oozed out.

Zhong Jiuchou's face suddenly turned pale.

"Do you think you covered the wound with your clothes, but I don't know that you were injured? If you smell it, you smell it, the room is full of blood. Can you deceive me?"

At last, Jiuchou's eyes were cold and quiet, and he did not answer, and turned his head to the other side.

Liu Yishou looked at the wound again and asked sadly: "The injury is within your plan? The injury is within your plan so much? Do you know you? If the wound is a little deeper, your arm will be ruined? I think you don't want to live anymore. If you don't care about your body, you always take risks. What do you want?"

Finally, Jiuchou saw that Liu Yishou was really angry, his attitude weakened, and asked for peace, "I just want you, old man, to help me heal my injuries quickly. It hurts."

He pretended to be pitiful, which made Liu Yishou, who wanted to scold him angrily, immediately felt unbearable.

He sighed: "It's such a sinful person."

He cursed, but his hands kept resting. He pulled out the medicine box that was always in Zhongjiuchou's house and began to carefully treat his wounds.

While dealing with it, he asked him puzzledly: "What do you want this sword? Don't you already have a Moye sword? Why take such a big risk to seize the treasure of the sect? The sword also has spiritual energy, you must be the end of one's life."

Finally, Jiuchou looked down at Liu Yishou applying the wound medicine on the wound, without frowned, and he said lightly: "Send it to someone."

"What? I almost slain my arm just to give it away?"
Chapter completed!