Chapter 11:
A red-shirted woman sat vaguely in the darkened room.
In front of her was a zither, and next to it was an incense burner.
On both sides of her body, there were also a few ink-jade-like black bamboos.
"It's just a weak woman who died in her family and knows some means to save her life, so I've made Mr. Zhao Si laugh."
Black smoke curled up from the incense burner, this red-shirted woman's figure appeared to sway in the air, as eerie as a ghost's shadow, yet her voice was surprisingly clear, gentle, and indescribably courteous, which made people feel comfortable just listening to it, and made the entire dark room seem to warm up.
The clean-cut young man's slightly furrowed brows loosened, and the hint of anger on his face slowly dissipated.
"Falling at the same time, why should Eldest Miss Shang humble herself."
He bowed to the woman in the room, and then walked into the dark room without a storm, sitting down opposite the red-shirted woman.
In front of the red-shirted woman's zither, there was a thin black gauze curtain, so he and the red-shirted woman looked at each other through the curtain.
The thick-browed young man who had been following him outside the door saluted the red-shirted woman as well, but instead of entering, he just turned around and stood in the doorway.
"Mr. Zhao Si sent a message earlier, saying that he had something to discuss with me, I wonder what exactly is it about?"
The red-shirted woman returned the salute behind the curtain before asking without slowing down.
Her voice was thin, but the speed and tone of her voice did not make anyone feel comfortable.
The clean-cut young man looked at the red-shirted woman behind the curtain, the lord who actually controlled most of the fish market's illegal business, and he nodded slightly, "My senior brother, Zhao Zhan, was killed by Night Ce Leng, and I'm sure that Miss Shang must already know about this."
The red-shirted woman said in a thin voice, "Mr. Zhao Qi was one of the world's countable men of distinction, and his death in one day is truly lamentable."
The clean-cut young man's eyebrows gradually raised.
Just like the moment Zhao Zhan saw Night Ce Leng step into the courtyard gate, his body also began to emanate an unspeakable aura and charm, an unspeakable sharpness.
"My senior brother's death will be known throughout the world in a few days." He remained calm and said, "It's just that not many people will know the reason why my senior brother was lurking in Changling and why he died in Changling."
The red-shirted woman said, "The weak woman is incompetent and does not know what Mr. Zhao Si means."
The clean-cut young man looked at the red-shirted woman behind the gauze curtain and continued, "Your Qin Dynasty's cultivators have been chasing our Sword Furnace's people the hardest, and our Sword Furnace's people, not to mention in Changling, as long as they live for a long time in any of your Qin Dynasty's big cities, they will definitely be detected. Knowing this, my senior brother did not fear life and death, and lived in seclusion in Changling for three years, not because he wanted to assassinate someone alone, but because he wanted to search for something left behind by that person."
The red-shirted woman was silent, but her body began to tremble slightly, and the several black bamboos on her side also seemed to tremble in pain.
Even though she was already one of the most powerful people in the underground of Changling, an existence that all who entered the fish market had to respect and fear, yet she still felt pain when she thought of that person's name.
Often times, the reluctance to mention that person's name was only because of helplessness and pain, because of the unwillingness to remember so many painful things.
Just like this Zhao Sword Furnace's most powerful existence in front of her.
The people of Zhao Sword Furnace would have no fear, yet the fact that the Sword Furnace had been destroyed because of that person, and now still wanted to rely on what that person had left behind to fight against the cultivators of the Qin Dynasty, was in itself a great pain.
The clean-cut young man calmly and coolly continued, "My senior brother naturally isn't afraid of death, yet if there isn't a hint of a trace, I naturally won't allow him to casually throw away a life in Changling, and his life is worth more than the lives of the vast majority of people in the world."
The veil curtain shook slightly, and after a few breaths of time, the red-shirted woman whispered, "Is it really as rumored, that person's disciple has appeared?"
The clean-cut young man looked at this red-shirted figure behind the gauze curtain, and said in a slow voice: "You know that person has many enemies, but there are also many old ministries, after his death, most of his old ministries ended up in a miserable state, and the old, weak, women and children who stayed behind are not many. Perhaps it was also by chance that the people of my Sword Furnace found a thief who had been killed. That thief should have not died at that time and fled to the field before bleeding to death, and that thief's body was full of floating shallow wounds, a circle of sword wounds that connected."
The red-shirted woman was once again shocked: "Millstone Sword Technique?"
The clean-cut young man indifferently said, "I personally checked it later, it was the Grinding Stone Sword without error. The Grinding Stone Sword Technique is that person's self-created sword technique, specially used to deal with cultivators whose body protection true essence is too strong, from the sword marks, the person who applied the sword was only in the first realm cultivation at that time, while that thief was already in the upper grade of the second realm, it should be because there was such a gap in cultivation, that's why he used the Grinding Stone Sword Technique to cope with it. And then we carefully traced the thief's previous trail, we found that the thief may be trying to loot a certain village nearby, and in that village, there are several women and children who are the family members of that person's old department."
The red-shirted woman was silent for a few breaths of time, "I believe in Mr. Zhao Si's judgment, but for me, the death of my body and the elimination of my hatred, whether that person left behind a true disciple or not, does not have much to do with me."
"But we can live a better life."
The clean-cut young man laughed coldly, "Even if many people fear us, yet we ourselves are clear that we are nothing more than lonely souls that cannot see the light of day."
"No one would refuse power, or to live better." The clean-cut young man paused, then glanced at the sequoia woman behind the curtain and added coldly.
"It seems that Mr. Zhao Si wants my help to see if I can find some clues from that man's old family members." The red-shirted woman was silent for a few more breaths of time, and said sincerely, "I respect you sir, but I am a Qin man after all."
The clean-cut young man shook his head and laughed at himself, "What does the Qin people and the Zhao people have to do with each other now? My dynasty has been extinguished for so many years, could it be that the same thing that King Liu of Zhao shouted when my dynasty fell back then is still useful? It's just a private grudge, the world's situation is already like this, could it be that I would be so stupid as to think that with a few broken swords from the Sword Furnace, I would still be able to rebuild my dynasty?"
The red-shirted woman thought about it.
She knew that the legendary fourth initiator in the Sword Furnace, the one known as Mr. Zhao Si, was recognized as the highest realm among all the Sword Furnace true disciples.
Now she knew that this realm was not just a realm of cultivation.
So she then wanted to talk seriously and see this person clearly.
The several black bamboos on her side swayed slightly as if a wind was blowing through them, and the black gauze curtain in front of her swung open and closed to one side.
The clean-cut young man sensed the faint wave of heaven and earth yuan qi on the black gauze curtain, and could not help but gaze at it, saying heartily, "So it turns out that Eldest Miss Shang is also proficient in the way of spell formation arrangement."
"Again, I've made you laugh, sir."
The red-shirted woman's voice sounded even more comforting as she took a good look at the clean-cut young man's face and saw that the legendary Mr. Zhao Si was much younger than she had expected.
The clean-cut young man also saw her face clearly.
He also felt surprised.
Her features were not considered particularly good looking, her complexion was somewhat sickly white, but her expression was exceptionally quiet and peaceful, the pupils of her eyes were very distinctive, particularly black and bright, and the red dress she was wearing was so long that it completely dragged on the ground, covering her feet.
Moreover, in her eyes, there didn't seem to be any hatred at all, her look, just like some of the Buddha statues in the temple's, looking at all beings with compassion.
The two men sized each other up, and for a moment the darkened room fell silent.
"I would like to hear more about it, sir." Without the slightest pretense, the red-shirted woman spoke up first, breaking the silence.
"There are two things."
The clean-cut young man's expression grew solemn as he straightened his sitting posture, took a deep breath, and slowly said, "The first thing, since I have already informed Eldest Miss Shang of the true secret of my master's brother's fall in the Changling Mountains, I only hope that if Eldest Miss Shang, if she really finds that person's disciple, she will definitely try to inform the people of my Sword Furnace. Because from conversing with Eldest Miss earlier, I knew that Eldest Miss has an open-minded nature, and even has some respect for that person, and doesn't have any hatred for that person's disciple."
The red-shirted woman nodded, "I can promise you this point sir."
The clean-cut young man nodded in thanks and continued, "The second thing, I would like to ask Miss Shang to help keep an eye on the whereabouts of those people from the Great Wei. I have received information that they may have gotten a clue to the Lonely Mountain Sword Collection."
"The practitioners from the Cloud Water Palace have also appeared in Changling? The Lonely Mountain Sword Collection?" The red-shirted woman was a bit disbelieving.
The clean-cut young man bowed deeply and said solemnly, "If we can obtain that person or something from the Lonely Mountain Sword Collection, Sword Furnace is willing to share it with Miss Shang. In the future, the sword furnace's few remnant swords will also strive to protect Miss Shang's safety."
The red-shirted woman naturally knew the weight of this clean-cut young man's words.
She no longer said anything, and only deeply returned the salute.
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