The sword is like frost and the snow is like rainbow

Something's wrong!

Tang Zhao stepped into the back room and felt a chill in his heart.

What hit his face was a strong fragrance. It was the smell of sandalwood, which was strong and pungent. Tang Zhao was so stimulated that he almost choked and hurriedly covered his mouth and nose.

Even though the sandalwood was so strong, Tang Zhao could faintly smell another smell covered up by the aroma——

The smell of blood!

Tang Zhao's hair stood on end, and he looked around in panic. In the inner room was a fairly open pavilion, with a Kang in the south. Master Xing sat cross-legged on the Kang. There was a burner of incense burning in front of him, and the smoke filled the air.

, his face was blurred in the mist.

There was no one else in the room except Mr.

The floor is clean and not a trace of discoloration.

But Tang Zhao always felt something strange, it seemed... too clean?

The more he thought about it, the more he thought about it, and his heart grew colder. Tang Zhao raised his head to look at Mr.

Something was getting more and more wrong in his mind, so he rushed to face Mr. Xing and asked in a low voice: "Sir, you won't... eat Wei Changle, will you?"

Master Xing suddenly raised his head. At this moment, he seemed to want to laugh, but then he regained his composure and suddenly said: "Have you ever killed anyone?"

Tang Zhao was stunned and said: "Kill...kill? What killing?"

Lord Xing stared into his eyes with piercing eyes, half-smiling but not smiling: "Kill someone, click--"

He slashed his palm down and said, "This way."

Tang Zhao became more and more confused and said: "Of course not. Why do you want to kill someone?"

Lord Xing nodded and said, "You are too small to hold a murder knife. Do you know how to use poison?"

Tang Zhao was full of weirdness and said: "Poison? Poison? Arsenic or something?"

Lord Xing shook his head and said, "Arsenic? That's not enough."

Tang Zhao didn't say anything. He felt that the person in front of him was really weird, so he couldn't help but think wildly. He thought: What can I use instead of arsenic? Potassium cyanide? Tetrodotoxin?

Mr. Xing looked at him for a while, then lowered his head again, and said casually: "Looking at your stupid look, you really don't seem to know how to poison. Poisoning is a profound knowledge. People who use poison are even more astute and can make many mistakes.

Hui, the most important point of Gaiyin’s use of poison is the four words ‘it’s impossible to guard against it’.”

Of course Tang Zhao knew what he said made sense, but why did he say this so politely? Isn't Master Xing's train of thought too strange?

Mr. Xing said slowly: "The so-called invulnerability means to put poison in a place that no one would expect. For example, there are two things in front of you, one is fresh fruit and the other is cooked snacks. Where should you poison them? Most people must think that snacks are people.

The fruits are picked from trees, and it is easier to poison the snacks. However, people who are good at poisoning will do the opposite. In the fruits..."

The more Tang Zhao listened, the more wrong he became. When he thought about it carefully, his face turned green and he almost threw the peach core out with a shake of his hand.

Lord Ting Xing smiled and said: "So we must be very careful in every move we make in this Poisonous Spider Villa. For example, I have carefully checked the fruits on my table and they are definitely not poisoned..."

Tang Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel sweat on his neck, and he broke into a cold sweat.

Then, as soon as he thought about it, he felt angry——

What does this guy mean by saying such a long story? He kicked the guy in the air and kicked him in the air when he walked in. He rambled on and on, making people confused. Is he just trying to make fun of himself?

This person is too bad and boring, right?!

Hearing Master Xing laugh, he became obviously happy and said, "How is it? You feel much happier, right?"

Only then did Tang Zhao confirm that he was really playing tricks on him, and said angrily: "I have always been in a good mood. I think you are in a bad mood, sir? Is it because Changle just failed the test that you are like this? You are a nobleman of the imperial court, and you will not do it because of this."

Are you going to embarrass the child?" At the end of the sentence, he felt a little helpless, after all, he thought that his life was in the hands of the other party.

Master Xing didn't take it seriously and said: "This town won't blame him, but if we do, we should blame the world——

This is such a shitty world!"

He cursed lightly but angrily.

"I asked him to go back first."

Tang Zhao breathed a sigh of relief again and said, "He really failed? If the student passes by luck, can he be let go?"

Mr. Xing said: "It doesn't matter whether you let him go or not. He said he has nowhere to go, and he has to wait until you have the results before making any plans. Anyway, the food and clothing here are taken care of by Spider Villa, and he doesn't want to eat free rice from my house, so let him go."

"

Come to think of it, Tang Zhao said: "Sir, please come up with a question."

Mr. Xing leaned back, raised his head and leaned on the cushion, his posture was very comfortable, and said: "Did you see the box behind you?"

Tang Zhao turned around and saw a four-foot-long box on the table. He heard Master Xing say: "Open it and take the things inside."

When he opened the box, there was a sword inside.

The sword is four feet long and has a black scabbard with silver patterns chiseled on it. The pattern looks like a one-horned mythical beast, with fine lines almost flowing like mercury. The mythical beast has bright eyes and a majestic expression, looking at it with awe.

Tang Zhao was so respectful that he didn't dare to reach out and touch it, saying: "Do you want me to...take this sword?"

"bring here."

He carefully stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword. His hand felt slightly heavy, and he held the scabbard with his right hand and looked back at Master Xing.

Unexpectedly, Master Xing was also staring at him, his eyes solemn and anxious.

Tang Zhao was a little nervous at first, but when he saw him, he became even more nervous and raised his finger.

Master Xing spoke, his voice was almost silent, only the shape of his mouth remained——

"Draw your sword!"

With a flick of his fingers, the sword came out of its sheath——

"What a sword!"

It can be said that Tang Zhao has been studying and writing, has only played with paper and pen, and has never played with swords. He should not be able to distinguish between good and bad swords, but everyone can appreciate the charm of a good sword.

The sword body is snow-white, as bright as frost and snow. The hilt is plain and dark, dense.

The blade and hilt of the sword are clearly divided into black and white, like yin and yang.

At the same time, Tang Zhao was shocked——

This is……

strength!

The power that came from nowhere surged through Tang Zhao's body.

First like a spring, then like a mountain torrent, and finally like the Milky Way falling from the sky!

The surging power filled every inch of Tang Zhao's body, inside and outside, like mercury pouring down the earth, pervasively penetrating into the bone marrow and into the spirit. From head to toe, from the inside to the outside, everything glowed with endless energy, as if he had been reborn and reborn as a human being!

This power was so powerful, but it didn't hurt Tang Zhao at all. He didn't feel any discomfort on his body. At most, he felt a little psychologically unbalanced because his thinking couldn't adapt to the fact that he had mastered such power.

For a moment, he held the sword in his hand tightly, feeling that he was invincible. The tables and chairs in front of him... and even that person could be cut off with just one sword!

calm……

He took a deep breath desperately, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and struggled to free himself from the wanton desire for destruction. This was very laborious, and he also spent all his energy to control himself.

With great difficulty, he felt relieved physically and mentally and returned to normal, but the surging power was still in his body, making him feel very happy.

"Did you just want to chop me down?"

Master Xing suddenly said.

"Well," Tang Zhao did not deny it. Firstly, he always likes to tell the truth. Secondly, it seems that after gaining strength, he will speak more directly and openly. "It's not just you. I almost swept away thousands of troops with my sword just now."

Hey, this sword is so strange...what's wrong with me?"

Master Xing's smile was brighter than ever before, as if he was suddenly relieved of a thousand pounds of shackles, and he felt more relaxed from the inside out: "This sword will not encourage people to kill and destroy. It is just your instinct to want to swing the sword. You have a sharp weapon.

, it is normal for murderous intentions to arise spontaneously."

Tang Zhao said: "So this is my instinct?"

Master Xing said lazily: "It's good that you can restrain yourself. Even if you really cut me just now, I would forgive you."

Tang Zhaodao: "Then I may not forgive myself. Why is this sword..."

Lord Xing did not answer directly, but asked: "How does it feel to have power?"

Tang Zhao frankly said: "It's a pleasure."

Master Xing said: "Do you want to have this power forever?"

Tang Zhao was surprised and said: "Is it okay?"

"Of course not."

"..."

Lord Xing became a little more serious: "How can you retain the power that is not your own? If you want reliable and long-term power, you can only cultivate it step by step. Do you like swordsmanship?"

Tang Zhao blurted out: "Of course I like it!"
To be continued...