One of them was a son of the Zhao family, but he had no talent for swordsmanship. He was also young and sick, and had no energy to lift a sword. Later, he studied Confucian classics, but he did nothing.

She was born in a miserable life and was a humble child bride, but she was extremely talented in swordsmanship, and her path was smooth and she encountered many adventures.

A young husband and a young wife, newly married, loving and affectionate, but the way of heaven is merciless. The man was weak and died of illness, so the woman took up the sword for her husband and took the Kunpeng of the North Ming Dynasty to go south to Fuyao Island. In response to the sword order of the Zhao family, she joined the Demon Wilderness Gate.

Never come back...

In the end, the branch family of the Zhao family that the two belonged to did not accept the woman's sword sent by the man.

The head of the old family said that when the family went to Kundu to kill demons, the people, swords, and clothes all belonged to the main lineage of the Zhao family.

Not coming back would be the greatest honor.

Only the cowardly and dishonored will be sent home, either man or sword.

So the man nodded, returned to Kundu, and personally delivered the sword to the Fuyao Elector's Mansion.

However, the main lineage of the Zhao family also confiscated the sword.

All the swords and relics of sword cultivators with foreign surnames who come to Kundu to kill monsters cannot be taken by the Fuyao Elector Mansion as their own.

This is an iron rule set by a certain ancestor of the Zhao family.

After the man went out again with his sword, he nodded again. He felt... bullshit.

Totally bullshit.

What the fuck are these rules?

He felt that the sword left behind by that irritable woman who loved to scold others and was a coward should not be in such a "no one wants" situation.

It must 'join' this bullshit Zhao family, and all of you with the surname Zhao can't even think about cheating.

So a man who wanted to scold his mother kept carrying this old friend's sword with him until today...

"Zhe Lei."

In the bamboo forest, there was a man holding a sword and raising his head, proudly saying.

"It's called Zhe Lei."

The thunder that wakes up the stinging insects is the first spring thunder.

It is also the first thunderbolt that will forever shock all monsters, just like a violent woman.

At this moment, a girl is holding a sword of thunder.

Raise your sword to your eyebrows.

She did not turn to look at the man holding the sword, nor did she ask him about the origin of this powerful and unpredictable sword.

This stinging thunder seems to have a unique will and emotions unique to a living creature.

The calm girl silently looked at the small purple-black sword that looked like a thunder pool.

Feel the unquenchable violent thunder contained in it.

There was also thunder in her heart.

On the hilt of the sword in the palm of his hand, there is the familiar pattern of the destiny black bird that Zhao Qianer is familiar with.

In addition, its purple-black sword, which contains terrifying thunder, also has some strange lines on it, which will make people faintly dizzy and have a headache after seeing it too much.

If Zhao Rong were here at this moment, his eyes would be wide open when he saw this strange pattern.

This is exactly what he said about the Tingni Thunder Pattern! It is a natural shape left behind by the Thunder Avenue, and it only belongs to... Tingni Purple Gold!

Therefore, the blade of this ancient small sword is made of the same material as the divine Tingni Purple Gold Furnace! It is also the top-quality sword-making material used by powerful sword cultivators in the seventh realm...

"Zhe Lei..."

A girl held a 'Thunder Pond' in her hand and whispered softly, "Are you also...angry..."

The purple-black thunder radiating from the small sword named Zhe Lei suddenly disappeared.

It turned into an ordinary, simple sword without any abnormality, and was quietly held in the hands of the indifferent girl.

It felt... something so intimate... coming back.

'She has come back.

Zhao Qian'er lowered her head and lightly touched a certain line of fonts on the sword with two fingertips.

Immediately, she put away the little guy who had suddenly become docile and recognized her master, and looked up.

"Walk."

The man holding the sword who had been standing nearby and watching silently nodded, without delay, raised a hand and placed it on the thin shoulder of the girl with thunderous eyebrows.

In an instant, the two people side by side disappeared without a trace in the bamboo forest...

Some time and some moment.

A delicate hand belonging to a girl touched a certain spot on the body of the purple-black sword with its fingertips.

There, there was a line of inscription left by a certain female swordsman.

Your kindness is like rain and dew, and my concubine's power is like thunder.

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Chapter completed!