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Chapter 55 Dragon Slayer Sword
'Dong dong dong' came the knock on the door.

"Enter."

"Sir." Xiao Zhao slowly opened the door and walked in.

"This is the dragon-slaying knife you want." Xiao Zhao held something in his arms, wrapped in burlap, walked to the table, put down the cloth bag, and slowly opened it. Inside was the dragon-slaying knife that had been missing for many years in the world. .

"Well, let's leave it alone." Qin Zhe poured himself a bowl of soup without raising his head.Gently blowing the soup in his hand.

"My lord, you said that as long as I bring the Dragon Slaying Saber, you will let me go." Xiao Zhao stood still, not daring to move.

"Are you afraid of me?" Qin Zhe smiled, when did he become so frightening?It's really interesting.

"Xiao Zhao dare not." Xiao Zhao touched his chest, where a music player was still placed.I didn't know what kind of spell the person in front of me had cast on me before, confusing me and treating him as my benefactor.

Seeing this man who knew everything about the world and casually killed Cheng Kun and all the top leaders of Mingjiao, even the six sects and the master who had raised him for so many years, Xiao Zhao only felt fear in his heart.

"Don't you want to avenge Zhang Wuji?" Qin Zhe seemed to have seen Xiao Zhao's thoughts, put down the spoon in his hand, and looked at Xiao Zhao.

"No, Zhang Wuji was deceived because of my youth and ignorance. Now that I have a Qingshu, I have absolutely no thoughts of revenge." Xiao Zhao did not dare to look Qin Zhe in the eyes and lowered his head.

"You're very obedient, so I'm really reluctant to let you out like this." Qin Zhe stroked the Dragon Slayer Saber. It was such a weapon that caused a bloody storm in the world 20 years ago. The world is really ridiculous. If you can win the world with just a weapon made of fine iron, then what kind of battles will be fought, and the emperor will be the master of martial arts.

Qin Zhe picked up the dragon-slaying knife with one hand, pinched the blade with the other hand, and exerted force suddenly. "Ding." The dragon-slaying knife broke off, and two silk-wrapped items fell to the ground.

Throwing the broken dragon-slaying knife aside, he picked up the silk package on the ground and opened it to see a parchment recording the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon and a booklet containing Wu Mu's suicide note.

"I'll give you the last task. Send this to the leader of the Ming Cult. Wouldn't it be difficult for the daughter of the Purple-shirted Dragon King?" Although it seemed that he was asking Xiao Zhao for his opinion, Qin Zhe's words were gentle but elegant. With an undeniable aura.

"Master, didn't you promise to let me go as long as you bring me the dragon-slaying knife?" Xiao Zhao didn't seem to hear what Qin Zhe meant, or she had already heard it, but she still wanted to give it a try, because no one could I don’t know if there will be another last time.
"Do you have a choice?" Qin Zhe casually threw Wu Mu's suicide note at Xiao Zhao's feet, and continued to eat and drink.

"Yes, young master. I understand." Xiao Zhao gritted his teeth and squatted down to pick up Wu Mu's suicide note. Does he have a choice?

No, if I refuse, I will disappear in this world immediately.Obeying the positive and violating the negative?Don't forget about Song Qingshu, his life may be lost at any time because he is not doing well.

"Okay, let's go down, I'm going to rest." Qin Zhe pulled up Xiao Zhao's cuff, wiped his mouth, a smear of oil was printed on Xiao Zhao's cuff, as if he didn't see the handkerchief Xiao Zhao took out.

"Yes." Xiao Zhao closed his eyes, exited the room, and gently closed the door.

"Really, am I that scary? Oh, forget it, let's sleep for a while." Qin Zhe yawned, looked at the sky, it was a little pale, it is not suitable for practicing in the inn, and it is easy to be disturbed, or Get a good night's sleep.

At noon, Qin Zhe was called by a knock on the door. It was the waiter who came to deliver the meal. He looked at the lunch meal, which was much richer than last night. There were seven dishes, three cold, three hot and a bowl of chicken soup.

The waiter put down the dishes and took away the tableware from last night. "Young master, please eat slowly. If you need anything, just say something."

"Did the girl from last night leave?" Qin Zhe filled a bowl of soup as usual, and picked up a spoon to stir the steaming chicken soup.

Xiao Er was about to close the door, when he heard Qin Zhe's words, he replied: "The girl from last night? Oh, oh, let's go, I checked out of the room early this morning, do you know me, guest officer?"

"I don't know you, let's just leave." I walked very fast, and I look scary?Qin Zhe took out a mirror, um, handsome.

"My lord, do you want to find a woman? I know a good place to go." Looking at the mirror Qin Zhe took out, Xiao Er's eyes glistened with gold. It's such a bright mirror. Is the mirror made of colored glaze? Why is it so smooth? .Looking in the mirror again, my God, there is no sense of distortion. This must be a high-end product from the Western Regions.

This mirror is very valuable, and it is estimated that it will get a lot of rewards if it is offered to the palace. It seems that this son's family is either a high official or a rich man.No, I have to serve him well, maybe this master will reward me with something when he is in a good mood, preferably this mirror, if you hand it over to the palace, maybe you can become a petty official.

"No need, go down." Qin Zhe couldn't help but smile wryly when he heard Xiao Er's words, am I so hungry?With my looks, I still have to go to the brothel?
"My lord, how about I find you someone to come to your door?" Xiao Er asked again, guessing something.

"No need, go down." Qin Zhe's tone began to turn bad, and he was about to start chasing people away.

"Okay, young master, eat and drink well." Xiaoer was still a little unwilling. Could it be that this young master is a well-known person in Peking University, afraid of being seen shopping in brothels and gossiping?That's not right, the brothel is the favorite place for those literati.

After dinner, the bored Qin Zhe walked out of the inn.

"Hey, have you heard that the rebel army has already reached Kaifeng." While Qin Zhe was wandering around, the discussions of several street vendors reached Qin Zhe's ears.

"Your news is not very well-informed. Kaifeng was laid down half a month ago." A peddler who sold cloth said.

"Your news is out of date. Yesterday, the rebel army started to attack the South Gate. The shouts of killing made me unable to sleep all night." A vendor who bought jujubes responded.

"What? We've reached the south gate? So we can drive this group of Yuan people back to the grassland right away? That's great." The cloth peddler sighed.

"Yeah, this group of people from the Yuan Dynasty don't treat us Han people as human beings. This capital city is okay. If it's other small cities, it's really not even as good as livestock." The peddler who bought dates sighed. When the Yuan people were grazing sheep, one of the sheep was stolen and beaten to death.

"I hope that the rebel army can drive away this Yuan people as soon as possible." The cloth peddler looked in the direction of the south gate and sighed.

"Oh, the rebel army. I just don't know who will be the emperor if the rebel army wins. It will be even worse if it is a tyrant." An apple seller also joined in and chatted.

"What does it matter to us who becomes the emperor? People from the Yuan Dynasty are here, don't talk about it." Seeing the soldiers from the Yuan Dynasty approaching from a distance, the hawkers stopped chatting and started to sell.

(End of this chapter)