Chapter 43 Day 7 Stranger of the West Lake

Time: Xushi (according to today's timing, it should be eight o'clock in the evening). Location: Unnamed Villa. The night is full, the south wind is blowing, the sky is overcast, looking out from the lonely mountain, the waves of the West Lake are calm, as if falling into a deep sleep, the faint lights on the Chenghuang Pavilion are like stars twinkling, and the mountains in the distance can only see the outline of majesty, Huge and silent. The third son looked at the sky melancholy, sighed slightly disappointed, and said, "Uncle Meng, take the sword." When Ning Xin'er heard this, she was extremely excited, her eyes sparkled.It has been almost a year since she came to Wuming Villa, and she has never seen the third son use his own sword.Something big will happen today, but now there will be another good show, she thought happily.After all, she is a young girl. It is her nature to be restless and fond of stimulation. How can an ordinary and monotonous life satisfy her unwillingness to be lonely.

Uncle Meng held an ancient sword in both hands, and walked solemnly and slowly. There were patches of red tides on his old face. He was twenty years younger, and his deep wrinkles seemed to be stretched out. The sacred expression was something Ning Xin'er had never seen before.Ning Xin'er actually felt that Uncle Meng, who was originally the most ordinary, had suddenly changed into a different person, and she could barely recognize him.At this time, Uncle Meng looked more like a prominent envoy, holding the most precious tribute in his hand, coming overnight from a distant country to present to the sovereign monarch.And Uncle Meng's gaze on the ancient sword was full of piety and awe. The ancient sword looked a bit old, the golden paint on the scabbard was partially peeled off, and the sword was seven feet long.With respect and excitement, Uncle Meng said, "My lord, the sword has been delivered."

The third young master didn't pick up the sword, but still stared at the dark clouds in the sky sadly, he was out of his mind for a while, and the whole villa fell into incomparable tranquility, he finally withdrew his gaze and said, "Let's go now. " Uncle Meng bowed and saluted, "Old slave obeys." Ning Xin'er saw that the old and the young went out together, but they didn't call her, she was anxious, and called out: "Where are you going?" The third son said: "The dozen murder cases in this month, it's time to arrive." It's time to tie the knot." Ning Xin'er shouted: "I'm going too, I'm going too, you can't leave me here alone." The third young master said: "But this trip is very dangerous, I don't want to see You're missing something."

Ning Xin'er said: "I promise to listen to you obediently, don't run around, don't move around, don't talk nonsense, that's all right." The third young master hesitated, Ning Xin'er slipped into his arms, Using the natural charm of women, she said softly: "Cao Xiaosan, I beg you, you see me pitiful, just take me to have a look. Besides, didn't you say that you are a fairy? I told the fairy Together, there are gods to protect me, no matter what kind of monsters and ghosts can hurt me." The third son said: "Do you really think I'm a fairy?"

Ning Xin'er said: "Whether others believe it or not, I believe anyway, you are my god." The third son laughed loudly and said: "Since you are so sincere, I promise you to go with me." Ning Xin'er was overjoyed, and kissed the third young master heavily on the face, which was both a reward and a thank you.She bounced up to Uncle Meng again, and said, "Uncle Meng, let me get the sword for you. You are quite old, so don't tire yourself too much." Uncle Meng took a step back, avoiding Ning Xin'er's outstretched hand, and said seriously: "This sword is not an ordinary sword, Miss must never touch it."

Ning Xin'er's originally smiling face suddenly stretched out. She never expected that Uncle Meng, who always obeyed her, would reject her face to face. The Third Young Master couldn't bear to see Ning Xiner's disappointed expression, so he said, "Uncle Meng, it's okay to let her guard the sword." Uncle Meng could reject Ning Xin'er, but he didn't dare to reject the third young master.He reluctantly handed the ancient sword to Ning Xin'er. Ning Xin'er stretched out a hand and grabbed the sword, but Uncle Meng didn't let go.Uncle Meng said: "Miss, use both hands." Although Ning Xin'er was full of suspicion, her strong curiosity about the ancient sword still made her follow her word.Uncle Meng didn't let go until he confirmed that Ning Xin'er had firmly grasped the ancient sword with both hands.You know, that is the weapon of Third Young Master Cao.

As soon as Uncle Meng let go, all the weight of the sword fell on Ning Xin'er's hand.This skinny sword is so heavy that Ning Xin'er almost fell to the ground, but her competitive spirit made her grit her teeth, she must not let the sword fall to the ground, and at the same time, she must stand firmly, So as not to be ridiculed by the third son and Uncle Meng.It was with great difficulty that she stood still so that she could take a good look at the ancient sword.She tried to hold the hilt of the sword, trying to pull it out, but the sword body and the scabbard seemed to be welded firmly, no matter how hard she exerted her whole body, it still remained motionless.She had to give up the plan.

After walking a few steps, Ning Xin'er was panting and sweating profusely.She said: "Uncle Meng, I'll give you the sword." Uncle Meng took the sword and regained his previous expression.Ning Xin'er shook her sore arm, followed the pace of the third young master, took the third young master by her arms, and said, "Where are we going?" The third son said: "You will know in a while." Ning Xin'er pouted, and said: "Mysterious, mysterious." However, she was still as happy as a new year.