The Imperial Guard’s Revenge Chapter 69: ：More than three thousand crimes

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When the magic weapon is completed, visions will appear from the sky. Those are the situations that appear in wild history novels. In fact, nothing will happen. Liu Mu had the most say in this matter, because he kept looking up and did not notice any thunder or blood rain falling. He very much doubted whether Hu Yanluo was careless there, and the knife was not there at all. Be refined.

After waiting for almost a stick of incense, Hu Yanluo finished wiping away the last of her tears. She took out the two knives from the mold with difficulty, held them in front of Liu Mu, and said with eager eyes: "The sword is made." Yes, we succeeded!"

Liu Mu stared at the two swords in Hu Yanluo's arms with burning eyes. Ugly, very ugly. This was the only word Liu Mu could think of to praise the two swords in front of him. The knife is four feet long and has a gray-black blade with small pits everywhere. It doesn't even have a rudimentary edge. It's so blunt that one could almost think it was an iron bar. The hand holding Iron Banner's arm was brought, and Liu Mu touched it with a trembling hand. This thing made him feel like a useless person now. Cold, the coldness of the steel reached Liu Mu's fingers mercilessly, making him shiver uncontrollably. Unable to suppress the coughing in his chest any longer, Liu Mu blushed and bent down, coughing in a voice as hoarse as a night owl.

Tie Qi hurried forward and patted Liu Mu's back gently, hoping that it would relieve some of the coughing. After a while, Liu Mu stopped coughing. Standing up with a smile on his face, he weakly cupped his fists at Hu Yanluo and said, "Master is indeed a master of casting. Liu Mu admires him."

"Alas! The sword is ready, my mission has been completed, and it's time to leave. However, I haven't paid back the good wine you owe me!" Looking at the pale face of the person in front of him, Hu Yanluo was excited. There was just a feeling of emptiness. He didn't understand whether it was really cost-effective for Liu Mu to do this for such a knife that was not a knife. If you can kill people with a dull knife, then you can kill people with any knife material, so why bother with this kind of unmeltable iron? I don’t know whether it’s right or wrong to sacrifice my supreme cultivation for this kind of sword. This is a Jianghu person, you can never guess what he thinks.

"If Master wants to drink it, Liu Mu will send you the recipe for brewing it." Liu Mu said without hesitation.

Hu Yanluo looked a little desolate, Liu Mu raised his hand to stop him, and said in a low tone: "Then I owe you. When I want to drink, I will come find you. I hope you can still accept the debt by then!"

"Depending on what you said, I owe it to you. If you want to drink in the future, seniors, just come to me, Fenglinwan, I will take care of the strong liquor!" Liu Mu had not been so forthright in a long time, and said without any pretense.

Hu Yanluo touched the two knives in his arms with some melancholy. After a while, he looked up at Liu Mu and said worriedly: "Judging from your body, I'm afraid you won't be able to use this knife, right?"

Ever since Liu Mu vomited his heartache that day, Hu Yanluo knew that Liu Mu's profound cultivation would be wasted. Now that he was in such a weak state, he would probably cast this sword in vain. He didn't think that Liu Mu, who was so weak that he needed help when walking, could use a twenty-kilogram knife. Even a strong and ordinary person cannot wield it for long, let alone Liu Mu today.

"Master doesn't need to worry about this, Liu Mu will keep it for himself!" Hearing Hu Yanluo's question, Liu Mu said in a distant tone.

Having heard Liu Mu's displeasure, Hu Yanluo was also a stubborn old man, and immediately asked angrily: "Since you are so capable, give these two knives a name!" His tone was filled with emotion. The naked ridicule made Tie Qi a little angry, and he wanted to go forward and beat that guy immediately.

"Name? Isn't this a matter for your casters?" Liu Mu made no secret of his doubts.

Human beings have been accustomed to naming everything since ancient times, from flowers and trees to regions and provinces. As long as they are visible, they must be given names. As if this can give you a sense of conquest, or a sense of belonging. As long as something is rediscovered, everyone will not be stingy with their own hobbies and give that thing a name that they are satisfied with. But Liu Mu didn't think that Hu Yanluo didn't name Er Dao.

"Cow dung, sheep head. I took these!" Hu Yanluo, who had turned around to leave, did not hesitate to use his talent and said two names. Regardless of Tie Qi's anger, he gradually walked far away until he could no longer see his figure.

"Master?" Shitou said from the side.

Liu Mu raised his hand to stop the stone. He had no intention of hurting the old man. This time he indeed owed it once, and he would pay it back one day, as long as he needed it. Liu Mu was a little happy and said to the stone: "Go and choose one, it belongs to you!"

Shitou stepped forward with a solemn expression, heading towards the iron knife placed on the stone pier by Hu Yanluo. There was no difference between the two knives, both were so rough and ugly. Shitou chose the one facing outward without hesitation. , he thinks that since he is in this position, he should choose this knife. When I started, it was a bit heavy. After Yun Li grabbed the knife, the stone stepped back.

"Do you still remember how to carry a knife?" Liu Mu looked at the hard stone with a smile on his lips.

"Please give me your name, young master!" Shitou raised the knife in his arms to his head with difficulty, knelt on the ground and said in a deep voice.

"There is no mercy in heaven and earth, and all living beings are considered guilty. I will be imprisoned for three thousand miles, but for me..." The faint tone resounded in everyone's ears. There was no need to distinguish, who else could be there besides Liu Mu.

Tie Qi looked at Liu Mu in confusion as he couldn't understand a word. On the contrary, the stone kneeling on the ground seemed to not miss every word. He listened carefully from beginning to end. When Liu Mu's words fell to the ground, he kowtowed to the ground and said: "Thank you, Master, for giving me the name. The name of the sword will not be punished!"

"Tie Qi, the other sword is named Sanqianli. I will keep it for you from now on." After Liu Mu ordered the confused Tie Qi, he turned around and walked slowly towards the tent. He needed to rest. Standing all afternoon had already consumed a lot of his energy.

Local poets can always sing moving poems. This is not due to the lonely surroundings or the shy empty bag, but to the presence of wine. Don't you see why the quick guest who lives alone in a secluded hall can always drink for no reason? People with muddy feet will also drink a glass of turbid wine before sunset. Liu Mu didn't know what words to use to express his mood at the moment. Maybe it was because he didn't read enough, and even drinking wine couldn't make him happy.

"Master, please drink less. Your body is not as good as before!" Tie Qi helplessly filled up another glass. Repeating the spoken words that have been said many times.

"Ahem..." As if being stimulated by Tie Qi's words. Liu Mu was leaning on the table, shaking his shoulders up and down, and his violent coughing resounded throughout the tent.

After a long time, Liu Mu, who barely stopped coughing, raised his blurred drunken eyes and glanced into the tent for a long time. He was a little sad and desolate, just like the suona was played in the northwest, making the listeners unable to help but fall. With tears in his eyes, he said to Tie Qi in a hoarse voice: "Let's go back to Fenglin tomorrow!"