si-mexico Chapter 217 Taking the Sword
Chapter 217 Taking the Sword
Wei Wenyao took everyone to the Wei family's ancestral tomb, but because Mrs. Wei was weak, she stayed in the inn.
Ji Qiuyue and Ye Shuangbai stayed to protect Mrs. Wei.
Phoenix Mountain is not far from Jinou City. The few people rode on horseback and arrived at the foot of the mountain in just half an hour.
After walking for another half an incense stick of time, they arrived at the Wei family's ancestral tomb.
Wei Wenyao knelt in front of General Wei's tomb, his expression filled with self-blame and regret. The Wei family's century-old foundation was destroyed in his hands.
Although it was the imperial court's intention, before this, he had no concept of being prepared for danger in times of peace, all because of his arrogance.
So when the enemy was at the gates, there was nothing we could do.
Now, Huolong Villa has regretted it, and he can no longer even appear in the world as a descendant of the Wei family.
From now on, if he wants to live a peaceful life, he must hide his identity.
When they left the city, rumors were already circulating that the destruction of Hulong Villa was due to Wei Wenyao, who had colluded with martial artists with the intention of doing evil to the court, but ended up turning against the villains and engaging in internal strife.
But in just half a day, such rumors had spread throughout the streets and alleys.
The government posted a notice, determined to find the mastermind behind the destruction of Hulong Villa.
With such a big drama, everyone's attention was focused on which martial arts master had done such a vicious thing.
I would never have thought that the imperial court was behind all this.
Wei Wenyao kowtowed three times.
Then he stood up, pointed to the base of the tombstone in front of him and said, "The Qitian Sword is right under here, let's dig."
Fu Zhenghong and Shen Shuyuan looked at each other and started digging.
The two men worked hard and soon dug a big hole.
While they were digging, Song Yu asked Wei Wenyao, "Why did you think of putting the Qitian Sword here? It's a sword that everyone in the world wants."
Wei Wenyao's face showed no unnecessary expression. He said, "This sword originally belonged to Wei Zu. There's no place more suitable for it than here."
Song Yu said, "That's right. Put the real sword here and enshrine the fake one in the ancestral hall. Then send heavy soldiers to guard it. No one will find it and there is no need to worry about it being lost."
Wei Wenyao looked at Song Yu, his eyes flickering slightly: "Didn't you think of it?"
Song Yu was stunned for a moment and then said, "I didn't expect you to put it here."
Wei Wenyao was a little curious: "How can you be so sure that the one in Hulong Villa is a fake?"
Song Yu said: "Because whether you were under siege or escaping, you didn't seem to worry at all about the Qi Tian Sword being taken away."
Wei Wenyao suddenly realized something. He looked at Song Yu deeply and said, "I didn't expect that in such a dangerous moment, you still had the extra energy to care about these things."
Song Yu said, "Maybe it's because it's not a life-or-death situation yet." As she spoke, she turned her head and glanced at Qing Ling beside her.
When the siege began, she was a little panicked, but after Qingling appeared, her nervousness immediately dissipated.
Because she knew that as long as Qingling was there, she would be fine.
"We found it." Suddenly, Shen Shuyuan shouted, and everyone's attention was drawn to him.
A brown wooden box was taken out of the soil.
Wei Wenyao stepped forward and opened the box.
Song Yu leaned forward and watched him take out a long sword. The blade was smooth and flawless, gleaming with a cold light. The sword was broad and heavy, and the hilt was carved with a lifelike four-clawed flying python. Even the scabbard was made of deep-sea black shells.
This is indeed a sword that has been passed down through the ages.
Wei Wenyao took it in his hand and waved it twice. The sound of it breaking through the air was as if he were hearing it.
He sheathed the sword, then turned around and handed it to Song Yu.
Song Yu hesitated and didn't take it immediately.
"Take it, this Qi Tian Sword will be yours from now on." Wei Wenyao said.
Song Yu waved his hands: "No, no, no, I don't know martial arts, and we are just borrowing it, not intending to own it."
Wei Wenyao said, "Whether you borrow it or take possession of it, from now on there will be no more Hulong Villa and no more Qitian Sword in the world."
Song Yu was still hesitating, but Qing Ling behind her had already taken it for her.
He said, "I will send someone to escort you and your wife to Qingyang Mountain. From now on, as long as you don't reveal your identity, you can live a peaceful and happy life."
"Ha!" Wei Wenyao sneered, his face full of mockery. He said, "How can someone like me have the right to live a peaceful and happy life?"
Song Yu had a hunch that something was wrong. She looked at Wei Wenyao and couldn't help asking, "What are you going to do?"
Wei Wenyao's eyes gradually hardened. He looked at General Wei's tombstone and said, "The sons of the Wei family are strong and unyielding. None of them would live in vain."
Song Yu thought for a moment and asked, "You want revenge?"
Wei Wenyao looked at Song Yu, and their eyes met. He did not answer, but said: "Miss Song, my wife is weak and sick. Please keep the promise we made to each other and let her live a worry-free life."
Song Yu's tone was a little anxious. Although Wei Wenyao responded to her, anyone with a discerning eye could see that his eyes were filled with hatred.
"You want revenge, but how are you going to do it? Those people are just following orders. Are you going to kill them all?"
"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor, so naturally we have to find out who is behind this." Wei Wenyao said.
"There's no need to go through so much trouble to look for it. Just give me the thing and I'll avenge you." His voice was like a loud bell, reaching his ears.
I heard his voice before I saw him. Song Yu looked around.
Several figures flew out from behind the mound.
Qingling immediately protected Song Yu behind him.
Song Yu looked at the several masked men in black who suddenly appeared.
The mask on the face of the leading man in black was slightly different from the others, with golden patterns on it.
"Ye Xu." Although he was wearing a mask, Qing Ling recognized him at once.
Ye Xu did not hide it either. His eyes swept over several people one by one, and finally fell on the Qi Tian Sword in Qing Ling's hand.
"Hand over the things." He pointed at Qingling and said.
Qing Ling looked at him with cold eyes. Before he could speak, Wei Wenyao beside him roared, "Ye Xu, give me your life."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man flew out.
Facing his attack, Ye Xu showed no intention of dodging. He said arrogantly, "You are just an ant, you are looking for death!"
Then, with just one palm, he knocked the man away.
Wei Wenyao fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.
A hint of worry flashed across Song Yu's eyes.
From this palm strike, the two sides faced each other with swords.
Song Yu hid aside very quickly.
The people on both sides are the same, and it all comes down to skill.
Qingling naturally faced Ye Xu, while the others also got entangled with other men in black.
After vomiting blood, Wei Wenyao did not fall down, but stood up again and attacked Ye Xu with a sword.
His martial arts skills were not very good. The Wei family was a family of generals, but they did not have a deep family tradition of martial arts.
Today, they are more famous for their mechanical engineering.
Therefore, Wei Wenyao's kung fu is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot when compared to the powerful Ye Xu.