The young man had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his eyes were firm and energetic. It was precisely because of these eyes that the young man's ordinary face looked less ordinary and could be remembered at a glance.

It is probably like this that a pair of eyes change a face.

The boy is not tall and a little thin, and he looks like he may be blown away by the wind at any time.

Xu Shan stayed in the boy's eyes for a long time before he came back to his senses and remembered his purpose for this trip. He quickly stood up and blocked Wuling, held the sword in his hand tightly, and became wary.

Xu Shan couldn't help but be glad that the boy didn't take action just now, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

"My name is Zhao Jia!"

The boy introduced himself, then his eyes fell on Wuling and said, "I want to make a deal with you!"

"trade?"

Wuling's eyes narrowed slightly into a narrow slit.

Three midnight, a sword-sharpening boy was holding a sword and wanted to make a deal? This is not obvious: lend your head for use.

It just looked at the boy's clear eyes, but it seemed that there was no such thing.

The name Zhao Jia is also very interesting.

Ten years ago, the name of the first swordsman of the 13 Kingdoms of Jiuzhou was Zhao Jia.

Zhao Jia happened to be an assassin who killed people without blinking. In his eyes, there is only money, no matter whether the person he was going to kill is good or bad, or whether it is a man, woman, old or young. As long as the price is right, it is a matter of one sword, so his reputation is not good.

The assassin's fate is generally not good.

Zhao Jia is in this list.

It is said that he was seriously injured during an assassination operation and was then killed by a small beggar.

Zhao Jia's bad reputation in the 13th Kingdom of Jiuzhou did not affect some people's admiration for him.

After all, Zhao Jia is the number one swordsman in Jiuzhou.

It is said that behind every person with the three surnames named Jiuzhou, there are hundreds of people with the same name. The young man's family is probably one of Zhao Jia's admirers, so he gave the young man a name.

This situation is very common in Kyushu Thirteen.

"Do you want to eat?"

Wuling was curious, so he stood up and said, "I wonder what kind of transaction Brother Zhao Jia wants to do? If it's food, I still have a lot here, so I can share some of it."

Zhao Jia pointed to the things on the ground beside him, "I want you to help me send this sword box to Tianmu Mountain in the Yu Kingdom, and hand it over to Zhou Cheng of the Western Shu Jianlu before the Jiuzhou Sword Competition begins."

Only then did Wuling notice that there was a sword box on the left side of the boy.

No need to guess, Wuling also knew that there was a sword inside.

And it's a good sword.

The reason I think so is because the young man mentioned the Jiuzhou Sword Contest and the Western Shu Sword Lu.

The Jiuzhou Sword Contest is the most important event in Jiuzhou. It is held every three years and thirteen countries in Jiuzhou are held in turn. The sword contest three years ago was held at Longquan Sword Tomb, the sword-making holy land of Wu Kingdom, and this year it is located in Tianmu Mountain in Yu Kingdom.

The conference was divided into two parts: one was the competition of martial arts and swords among the younger generation, and the other was the sword that had never participated in the conference to compete.

The Western Shu Jianlu is the most famous sword-making holy land in Shu Kingdom and is also the representative of Shu Kingdom's participation in this conference.

The sword in the sword box can be related to the Western Shu Jianlu, which is enough to show that it is a good sword.

Furthermore, the young man asked to hand over the sword box to Zhou Cheng, the younger generation of the sword in the Western Shu Jianlu, which means that the sword or sword is either used to represent the Western Shu Jianlu in the sword competition or to serve Zhou Cheng in the younger generation competition.

The sword that can become a participating in the Jiuzhou Sword Contest is the best sword cast by every sword saint in recent years.

Wuling was full of curiosity about the sword inside the sword box.

Three years ago, the swordsmanship conference held at Longquan Sword Tomb of Wuguo, he missed it because his parents did not allow him to leave Wucheng.

This made him never see a famous sword so far.

Wu Ling looked at Zhao Jia, but did not agree at once, but asked, "What can I get?"

Although he had to go to Mount Touxuan and was going to pass Tianmu Mountain, it was easy for him to send a sword box, but he had not been kind enough to help strangers do risky things without any reward.

Zhao Jia did not break his hands and feet. He could send the sword but did not send it. Instead, he risked the sword being hidden privately and made a deal with others and asked others to send it. What was the trick in the designation?

Zhao Jia's eyes were firm and he said, "If you send the sword box on time and I don't die in the end, then I, Zhao Jia, will be your most loyal guard in this life, and then I will never say anything about going to the sword mountain and the sea of ​​fire."

"This is the first time we meet?"

Wu Ling stared at Zhao Jia's eyes and said, "Why choose me? Are you not afraid that I will be greedy for the sword in the sword box?"

Judging from Zhao Jia's words, he has already avenged his will to die.

That's why I entrust my sword to others.

"I trust you!"

Zhao Jia said seriously: "Because you are about the same age as me, but there are things that many people at our age cannot do!"

Wuling smiled curiously and said, "What do you say?"

Zhao Jia said: "For example, when you enter the temple gate, you will apologize for your disturbances."

"It's because of this?"

"And you will share your food with your men."

"Many people do this, right?"

Zhao Jia shook his head and said, "It's rare! Especially for children from aristocratic families like you who are either rich or noble."

Wuling did not agree with Zhao Jia's words. At least the people around him would do this when they encounter such a thing. However, Wuling did not refute this because everyone's experience was different.

Thinking of seeing the two competitions of the Sword Competition, Wuling decided to help Zhao Jia. Each country has only 100 Sword Training Orders. If it is normal, it is not difficult to find someone to ask for one, but now it is different from the past.

Besides, he only has more than 300 taels of silver on him now, so he doesn't have enough money to buy it.

If the sword box is given to Zhou Cheng, this matter will be resolved.

I have missed Longquan’s sword competition, and Wuling doesn’t want to miss this sword competition in Tianmu Mountain, Yuguo.

"I can give you a sword."

Wu Ling looked at Zhao Jia seriously and said with a smile: "But I want to hear the story about this sword!"

Zhao Jia frowned slightly. This was the first time he had heard such a demand.

Zhao Jia didn't understand what was good about this.

But things didn't matter, Zhao Jia still said: "The sword is called Thirteen Years. It was a sword that my master had been traveling to the nine provinces and thirteen years, collecting materials and sword-casting techniques. At the moment when the sword was formed, the black clouds were pressing against the realm, and all kinds of thunder and lightning galloped in the clouds like dragons, and finally poured down and slashed on the sword."

"The natural vision has attracted the attention of people around me, and there are many masters, and my master was struck by lightning..."

Speaking of this, Zhao Jia lowered his head and his bright eyes became dim and spiritless.

Wu Ling was stunned and did not expect that the sword would be a sad story.

Wuling opened his mouth, hoping that Zhao Jiajie would be in a state of reconciliation, but Zhao Jia raised his head at this time, looking at his firm eyes, as if no one needed to comfort him.

Zhao Jia picked up the sword box on the ground, "After my master died, a group of masters surrounded him and wanted to take away the sword. I was no match for them, so I could only escape with my sword."

Before his death, the master asked him to bring the sword back to the Western Shu Jianlu.

Zhao Jia vowed to fulfill his master's last wish even though he had sweared to death, but he underestimated the number of masters he attracted when the sword was cast.

Along the way from Tianlang Kingdom to Wu Kingdom, Zhao Jia had killed several waves of people, but the people chasing him were still endless, and even attracted people on the sword list.

Zhao Jia is not a match for the master of the sword list now. If he really meets him, he won’t even have a chance to escape.

That's why Zhao Jia came up with this bad strategy and asked Wuling to help him deliver the sword.

This is a helpless choice.

Zhao Jia thought about it and there was nothing to say, "This sword was only one month old, and there are so many things about it. As for the people who are chasing me now, there are two or three people at the sword list level. One of them I know is the second-rank Emperor Zhou Fa, who is the second-ranked sword list. You must be careful."

The Sword List is the two most famous lists in Jiuzhou. Each list is only twelve people. The ones on the list are the most powerful young talents among the Thirteen Kingdoms of Jiuzhou in recent years.

The initial people on the list were launched by twelve people from the Sword Saint List, and finally, after various challenges and baptisms, they formed the current list.

Everyone on the list is real.

Finally, Zhao Jia held the sword box in both hands and handed it to Wuling.

Wu Ling did not rush to take the sword, but asked: "The last question is, where is the sword formed?"

Zhao Jia said: "The entrance of Shuijianwang Village, five miles south of Chishui City, Da Iron Dynasty."

Wu Ling took the sword box with both hands and said, "The sword is there, and as long as Zhou Cheng does not refuse to accept it, it will definitely appear in his hands before the Tianmu Mountain Sword Competition begins."

Zhao Jia said: "Thank you."

Wuling smiled and said, "When you survive, find me, and say thank you!"

Zhao Jia bowed slightly, picked up the sword, turned around and prepared to leave, "The person who chased me should come up soon, I will leave first!"

Wu Ling took back a hand from the sword box and said, "Wait a minute!"

Wu Ling lowered his hand into his sleeve, took out a sword talisman from the spiritual ring, threw it to Zhao Jia, and said, "This is a sword talisman. As long as it is stained with its own blood, throw it out and shouts it will explode. Its power should be much larger than the Pili Beads of the Pili Sect, so you have to pay attention to the distance."

Zhao Jia did not refuse. After taking the sword talisman, he left the temple gate and walked straight into the heavy rain.
To be continued...