There are ten famous swords in Japanese history, six of which are still handed down to this day, and the one with the strongest mythical atmosphere is still there.

The young people in Abazhou have a special liking for Murasame Muramasa.

Coincidence or fate?

Zhao Yulin thinks it is neither. He believes that there are such things as coincidence and fate in the world, but from his experience over the years, 80% of coincidences are deliberate.

"So, these two swords, are they authentic?" The young man controlled the steering wheel with a flat tone, but Zhao Yulin smelled a different smell from it.

His nose has always been very sensitive, which is one of the skills he relies on for survival.

"Whether it is authentic or not, you should know it in your heart." Zhao Yulin's pale face was covered with a layer of frost.

"Haha!"

The young man laughed awkwardly and said, "No wonder they always say I'm not suitable for playing tricks with others. Sure enough, I was seen through at once."

Zhao Yulin did not answer, and his expression was gloomy.

The information he could capture from the other party's gestures was that this person was also a martial artist, but his strength was still far from that of a first-class master.

The two of them sat in the driver's seat and the co-driver's seat respectively. At such a close distance, even if Zhao Yulin was seriously injured, he could easily break the other party's neck and he couldn't play any tricks.

And the other party obviously recognized him and should know some of his methods. He dared to approach him even though he knew he was no match for him, and talked and laughed with him while riding in the same car.

The purpose of his visit is intriguing.

"Then you should have no misunderstanding." The young man breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that Zhao Yulin had no intention of taking action, he said, "We may not be on the same side, and may even be in opposition, but I have no ill will towards Mr. Zhao and the people around him."

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The Tang Sect in Shuzhong is the largest sect in Bashu outside of Emei, with branches all over Shu.

After the New China swept away the martial arts sects and destroyed the four olds, the clan hall in Daba Mountain, Yu City was cancelled, and the Tang Sect in the eyes of the world has never been heard of again, no longer as prosperous as it was in the past.

But in this era, there are still a small group of people in the martial arts world. Only this small group of people know that the Tang Sect is still there, but it has changed its way of survival.

The young man who took Zhao Yulin on a ride was the direct descendant of the Aba Tang Sect. Naturally, his surname was Tang and his name was Rufeng.

As a powerful local force, it was not difficult for Tang Rufeng to help Zhao Yulin find the whereabouts of Sun Leling and others.

"It's good that everything is fine."

Seeing the group of people safe and sound in the square, Zhao Yulin really couldn't say anything else. He just felt relieved.

Zhou Yidian really followed his instructions. After entering the city, he didn't find a hotel to stay in. Instead, he took the three girls to the most crowded area in the city to wait for him.

"Sisters, don't think about it. Brother-in-law is just going to deal with some small things. It's nothing."

Zhou Yidian tried his best to soothe the girls' emotions, but unfortunately, Zhou Caifeng and Sun Leling were not so easy to fool, and the anxiety in his eyes could not be concealed.

"Yidian, tell me, what did you say to your brother-in-law outside at that time?" Zhou Caifeng grabbed her brother's hand.

Zhou Yidian was helpless: "Sister, it's really nothing. Besides, my brother-in-law is so powerful, please don't be suspicious, it makes me nervous!"

"Look over there!"

Chen Siyao's voice suddenly rang out.

Everyone looked over and saw two people coming from not far away, and one of them looked familiar from a distance.

"See, I told you it's okay, but you guys have to scare yourselves. My brother-in-law is a master, who can touch him?" Zhou Yidian shook his head, pretending to be calm and relaxed, but secretly wiped his sweat.

He knew more, and from the beginning to the end, he was actually walking on thin ice more than the girls.

At that time, Zhao Yulin had even arranged a way out for them in advance, and he looked as if he would never come back.

It's good that nothing happened.

Zhou Caifeng was also relieved.

Zhao Yulin was afraid that something would happen to them, and he was also afraid that something would happen to Zhao Yulin. What would he do if his brother-in-law really couldn't come back?

Zhou Caifeng took a few steps forward, waited for Zhao Yulin to approach, looked him up and down, and finally landed on his pale face, and asked: "Are you okay?"

Zhao Yulin spread his hands stiffly and smiled: "It couldn't be better."

He didn't know whether he would have good fortune in the future, but surviving a disaster was a great blessing in itself.

Sun Leling knew that her relationship with her bodyguard was awkward after all. She was excited, but she just grabbed the corner of Zhao Yulin's clothes and asked lightly, "What have you been doing?"

Zhao Yulin raised the two magic swords in his hand as if he was holding two salted fish: "Get something."

Murasame Muramasa.

Good or bad, these are the famous weapons of Japan. Although he doesn't need them, he can at least sell them for a good price, and it's not difficult to find buyers.

For example, the young master of the Tang Clan who brought Zhao Yulin into the city seemed to be quite interested in these two swords.

So Zhao Yulin didn't pretend to be a gentleman. He almost lost his life, so he naturally had to take back something to comfort his frightened little kid.

Besides, the people have been killed, so it is not justifiable not to steal the goods. People like them are always bastards who only care about killing and not burying.

"Hey! Angry girl, I'm fine." Zhao Yulin shouted to Chen Siyao who was a few meters away.

Chen Siyao didn't come over, frowning: "You can be fine or not, who asked you?"

Zhao Yulin smiled awkwardly, turned around and thanked Tang Rufeng, and told him that he and his group were going to leave immediately to return to Yanjing. As expected, the latter tried to keep him.

Zhao Yulin did not refuse. If the other party did not keep him, he would be uncomfortable.

Not only because the two unused Fuso swords had not been sold yet, but mainly because he still had a few doubts in his mind.

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With Tang Rufeng as their guide, they stayed at the only hotel with a bathtub in the county. The arrangement was still that three girls stayed in one room and two boys stayed next door. After Tang Rufeng bought some herbs, Zhao Yulin started to take a medicinal bath. He

took off his shirt in the room, and his brother-in-law was shocked by the dense knife wounds on his body.

"Brother-in-law, you!"

"Don't tell your sister. This time, I almost died outside." Zhao Yulin dissipated his internal strength, and his face finally collapsed completely. There was no blood on his face, like a dried corpse. His

special physique could only keep him alive, but it was not so magical that he could ignore even the most serious injuries.

"What happened?" Zhou Yidianxin asked fearfully.

He was the only one in the group who had seen Zhao Yulin's methods. He could use thrown coins as flying knives. He was just like a martial artist in a novel, but he could be injured like this. What

shocked him the most was that those wounds were obviously caused by blades, not hot weapons.

Doesn't this mean that someone can threaten someone as powerful as his brother-in-law with martial arts?

"There is always a mountain higher than the other."

Zhao Yulin shook his head, left such an ambiguous remark, and turned into the bathroom.

He asked the housekeeping department for boiling water to fill the bathtub. Various medicinal herbs have already taken on colors in the water, and are emitting curls of hot steam.

This medicinal bath method is very rough, but roughness also means convenience. All Zhao Yulin needs is to use medicine to replenish some vitality and several medicinal properties to speed up the healing of wounds.

For the remaining few days, it all depends on the super recovery ability of his body. All he can do is eat more tonic food to provide the body with enough energy.

"Hiss~"

Zhao Yulin couldn't help but breathe in the cool air. If you want to get twice the result with half the effort, you have to pay a price.

Among the dozens of medicinal herbs, there are rare and irritating safflowers, and the second pot of 56-degree tea is mixed with seven or eight kilograms. The wounds on the body are stained with the medicinal soup, which is so sour and refreshing. After

half an hour, from warm to cool, Zhao Yulin wiped his body, changed into new clothes and walked out of the bathroom with a rosy face and renewed vitality.

Seeing this, the brother-in-law couldn't help but exclaimed: "Brother-in-law, is the medicinal bath so magical?"

He was almost dead before entering, but he was immediately alive after coming out. It was just because he took a bath with his brother, so the medicinal bath was naturally magical.

Zhao Yulin curled his lips: "You think too much."

Medicinal baths do have many benefits, but the best medicinal materials in the bath are just two artificially cultivated ginsengs that are less than ten years old. It would be a miracle if they really have the effect of bringing people back to life.

Zhao Yulin used his inner strength to maintain the appearance of a healthy daily life. After letting go of that breath, he was actually not much better than before the bath.

"Brother-in-law, let's talk about the thing we discussed last time?" Zhou Yidian looked at him seriously.

"What thing?" Zhao Yulin was suspicious.

"About the matter of opening a medicinal bath club together."

Zhou Yidian restrained his usual giggling look and said something that was not a joke: "Last time I made the medicinal soup, you and Mr. Bai Ma said that some of the herbs were too precious and difficult to get, but then I thought about it and decided that we could use slightly inferior herbs instead."

"And the herbs for the medicinal soup you made this time should be easy to find, right?"

Zhao Yulin stared deeply into that fair and serious face: "Do you really want to do it?"

Zhou Yidian pondered for a moment, looked at him and said: "Brother-in-law, you are not an outsider, I will not hide it from you."

Zhao Yulin sat on the bed with his knees crossed to recuperate: "Speak."

"The situation of the Zhou family may be more complicated than you think. I know some things that my sister doesn't know, so I really want to make money now, the more the better." Zhou Yidian said.

"Although I understand that no matter how much money I make, I can never surpass my family financially in my current situation and starting point, but if I hold it in my own hands, it will eventually become a capital for a little mediation."

Zhao Yulin looked at him.

Zhou Yidian continued, "Let's become partners. You give me some prescriptions that other herbal baths don't have. I'll be responsible for the funding. We can split the money in half, or you can split 60% and I can split 40%."

Zhao Yulin still looked at him.

Zhou Yidian looked embarrassed and smiled bitterly: "Brother-in-law, don't stare at me like that. Those things will surface later. It's useless for me to tell you now, and it can't be explained in a few words."

Zhao Yulin closed his eyes, his breathing gradually slowed down, he held his breath and calmed down, and said lightly: "You continue."

Zhou Yidian continued to talk. It turned out that since he first proposed this idea in Hualong Valley, he has never stopped thinking about it, and the plan has been planned very carefully. It is also equivalent to telling Zhao Yulin in disguise that he did not get excited suddenly, but had already thought it over carefully. Zhao Yulin

did not feel excited when he heard it, but once again felt that the children in this family are indeed precocious.