But in the rivers and lakes

Xiao Chen's head hurt more and more. He found that Shen Yun didn't know the seriousness of the matter, but that he didn't worry about the consequences at all. Even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him now, he might still only think about the tavern at the foot of the mountain. in the wine.Although he was helpless, Xiao Chen could only sigh and said: "No one can object to what you have decided."

The wine jar in his hand was already empty, Shen Yun shook it, and then reluctantly put it on the table, and said: "If someone exchanges a whole jar of wine for this empty jar, I would be very willing."

Only Shen Yun would do this kind of loss-making business.

He would use five taels of silver to buy a plate of dusty beef, and he would use his hard-earned bounty to exchange a woman he had never met for a stable second half of his life. He did too much of this kind of thing, and many people Remember, only he himself has completely forgotten.So he is always poor, his clothes are always very old, and the sword he just bought from the blacksmith shop on his front foot will be sent to the wine shop for wine.There are many poor people like him, but there are very few people who are so happy and contented with being poor.

A swordsman who is famous all over the world should have a sword that cuts iron like mud to match, but when others see what Shen Yun holds in his hand, it is always so inconspicuous, even the scabbard is rusty, and even the most common martial arts No disciple would use this kind of sword as a weapon.Everyone can't see his sword, and even those who look down on him think that a real hero should be equipped with a really good sword. Holding such a weapon will already lose three points of momentum when facing the enemy.

Maybe famous soldiers and sharp weapons can really bring out a person's status, but that person is definitely not Shen Yun.

He lives within morality, but is not bound by the world. The freedom he pursues is a goal that others can't achieve in their entire lives.

The wine has been finished, and Shen Yun is about to leave. He has not forgotten his purpose of coming to Wuxi City. There are still three days before the Sword Legend Conference, and he hopes to catch "Flying on the Grass" Zhu Ba before then.Xiao Chen glanced at him, took out a four-foot-long wooden box from the cabinet and handed it over: "It's been with me for almost four years, now it's time to return it to its original owner."

Seeing this wooden box, Shen Yun frowned: "Are you not afraid that I will exchange it for wine?"

Xiao Chen didn't joke with him, he just said: "That Zhu Ba is very scheming and not weak, you should be more careful."

With a sigh, Shen Yun had no choice but to open the wooden box and take out the contents.

It was a sword, a sword that belonged to him, a sword hammered by Xiao Chen himself.

The black scabbard is inconspicuous, but upon closer inspection, it seems that there is dark light flowing. Shen Yun pulled it out, and a cold light emerged, forming a flying rainbow at the moment the blade swiped, piercing the ray of sunlight from the window. The morning sun thrown in, the sword light reflected the exclamation in Shen Yun's eyes, even though it hadn't been sheathed for four years, it was still as cold as autumn frost, without losing its sharpness at all.

Shen Yun sighed and said: "This should be your sword."

Xiao Chen said: "It already belongs to you."

Shen Yun sighed: "If you don't make swords anymore, you should keep them."

Xiao Chen said calmly: "I don't make swords anymore, why keep it?"

Shen Yun's eyes were full of regret. No one knew that the descendants of the once famous sword-making family, the Xiao Clan, would live in this remote alley in Wuxi City, let alone that the descendants of the Xiao family forged the last sword. A sword will be in his hand.

Twenty-seven years ago, Zhujianju suddenly disappeared overnight, and the Xiao family has since disappeared from the Jianghu. There are rumors in the Jianghu that this is because they provoked the Demon Sect of the Western Regions, and chose to live in seclusion to avoid disaster.For so many years, countless people have wanted to find traces of the Xiao family, thinking that they would find a magic weapon for their journey in the rivers and lakes.It is said that the swords made by the Xiao family can be blown and broken. If you can get it, it will be like adding wings to a tiger.But the Xiao family never made swords easily, even if someone offered a thousand taels of gold, they would still be turned away.

When Shen Yun met Xiao Chen, he didn't know that he was a descendant of the Xiao family. He only thought that he was a prodigal son just like himself, so he bought a jar of wine with the only one tael of silver left in his body, and the two sat on the floor. , had a good drink.This jar of wine allowed Shen Yun to make friends with Xiao Chen, a brother who was close to life and death, and also allowed him to get the sword three years later.

On that day, Xiao Chen brought the sword to him, and only said one sentence: "This is the first sword I forged, and it is also the last sword forged by the Xiao family. Since then, there has been no sword forged in the world." live."

It was only on that day that Shen Yun knew that Jianjian Residence, which had been vacant for 27 years, had been reduced to ashes in a fire, and the person who set it on fire was Xiao Chen.Shen Yun didn't ask him why, if he didn't have the determination to destroy the century-old foundation with his own hands, how could he do it?

Shen Yun accepted the sword, but kept it by Xiao Chen's side, because this sword was born in the fire of Jianjianju. For Xiao Chen, its meaning is far more than anything else. Giving it to Shen Yun is the greatest trust in Shen Yun.It is precisely because of this that Shen Yun chose to keep this sword. If this is the last trace of Zhujianju, it should stay by Xiao Chen's side.

Four years have passed, and this sword has returned to Shen Yun's hand again, and Xiao Chen's expression is still as determined as four years ago, because he knows that only when this sword is in Shen Yun's hand can he not Live up to the original intention of the Xiao family to forge swords.

This time, Shen Yun didn't push back any more, he put the sword with a sharp edge like Qiushuang across his body, and said: "In that case, you can give it a name."

The stern sword light reflected Xiao Chen's calm eyes, and he stretched out his hand to slowly caress the blade: "The sword itself has no name, why should it be famous?"

Shen Yun's eyes lit up, he held up the sword and said, "Okay, from now on it will be the Nameless Sword!"

Shen Yun never cared about the quality of the sword, because he didn't need to rely on the sword to defeat the enemy, but he cared about the friendship with Xiao Chen, especially the meaning of this sword to Xiao Chen, he accepted it, just Just because of Xiao Chen's trust in him, even if what Xiao Chen gave him now was a piece of iron that hadn't been ground, he would make it the most invincible weapon.

There was a look of relief in Xiao Chen's eyes, he didn't say anything, he just patted Shen Yun's shoulder solemnly.The two of them clasped their hands, and any words had become superfluous at this moment.

The sword has no name, people are affectionate, the wind and the cloud are thousands of miles away, and the love and hatred are happy, this is the world!

The Sword Legend Conference is approaching, and the streets and alleys of Wuxi City can be seen everywhere with people from all walks of life holding weapons. They either gather in twos and twos to chat and whisper, or stand in an inconspicuous corner and look around vigilantly. They were all excited and alert, just waiting to see the Chi Xiaojian in the Sword Passing Conference five days later.

As the treasure of Wuxia Villa, almost no one has seen the Chixiao Sword, let alone be sure whether the legendary treasure exists. What makes people flock to it is the desire for fame and fortune. It doesn't matter, because the existence of Chixiao Sword itself is enough to cause an uproar.Wuxia Villa is now in the center of the vortex, so naturally it will not be peaceful. There are countless pairs of eyes staring at it, even if a bug flies out of it, it can cause speculation.In order to avoid those people, Shen Yun deliberately took a detour. When he passed the Wuxia Villa far away, he couldn't help laughing when he saw those people hiding in the corner and watching furtively.

Before the Akasaka Sword appeared, they were already so impatient. How could they be at peace when it came to the Sword Passing Conference?

Shen Yun only glanced at that place, and then left like an ordinary passerby.

He was just a passerby.

A passerby who has nothing to do with Akasaka Sword.

What he wants to do has nothing to do with Akasaka Sword, and where he is going has nothing to do with Akasaka Sword.

What he was going to was the most extravagant place in Wuxi City - Changle Casino.

In the city of Wuxi, there are two places that men like to go to the most, one is the happy building where the soul is ecstasy, and the other is the Changle gambling house where the money is spent like water.

The happy building is a gentle town, and the Changle gambling house is a gold-selling cave. The tender beauties are naturally lingering, but the boldness and joy of spending a lot of money on the Sifang table are also fatally attractive. But there are still countless people jumping into this fire pit in an endless stream.

People kept coming in and out of the gate of Changle Gambling House. Two strong men in bunts stood guard at the gate, with flattering smiles all over their faces. Occasionally, when someone offered a few copper coins, they would even nod and bow, wishing to sacrifice each other. stand up.Shen Yun opened the curtain and walked in, the noise entered his ears, the long tables in the hall were already full of people, everyone was sweating profusely, some were red-eyed from anxiety, some were bursting with laughter, Some were yelling loudly, and some were standing aside and staring with sad faces. The guys were running up and down the hall carrying tea, which was very lively.

Shen Yun's sharp gaze swept across the hall. Before he caught the attention of the thugs, he had already hidden the scrutiny in his eyes, put on a relaxed expression, and walked towards a gambling table.

People who come to the casino are for money, but he is looking for someone.

The person he was looking for was naturally "Flying on the Grass" Zhu Ba.

That Zhu Ba is not only fond of money and sex, but also fond of gambling, he will not let go of Chixiao Sword, nor will he miss Changle Gambling Square.Among these people, Shen Yun did not find Zhu Ba, he looked up at the second floor, pondered for a moment, then walked towards the stairs.

There were two thugs in black standing at the corner, and they stopped him with their hands: "Brother, I'm sorry, the upstairs is a private seat, please come down and have fun."

The people who come and go in the gambling house all have a pair of snobbish eyes, and they only look at money. For a down-and-out person like Shen Yun, his purse is probably cleaner than his face. Wealthy businessmen?Shen Yun was not angry at all, he smiled and turned around to leave, but a crisp voice sounded behind him at this moment: "Mr. Shen, please stay, my master is here to invite you."