Martial Arts Legend New

The night was as dark as ink, and the lanterns of the Qin Mansion swayed in the wind, reflecting the red lacquer door as if it were stained with blood. The blood letter in Qin Ju's hand looked particularly dazzling under the candlelight. The four large vermilion words "Give me back our mountains and rivers" seemed to jump out of the paper and pierce people's eyes. "Grandfather, this is already the third letter." Qin Ju's voice was trembling. He was in his early twenties and had a handsome face, but he looked haggard due to the worries of the past few days. "Each blood letter is stamped with the Yue family's seal, and the handwriting is exactly the same as the previous two letters. There are rumors in the mansion that... It is said that the descendants of Yue Fei are coming to collect blood debts." Qin Hui was sitting on the Grand Master's chair, playing with a celadon tea cup in his hand. Although he is over sixty years old, his eyes are still as sharp as an eagle. "Descendants of Yue Fei?" He sneered, "In the Fengbo Pavilion case ten years ago, the entire Yue family was executed, and even the infant baby was not spared. Where can the descendants come from?" "But this seal..." Qin Ju stopped talking. "It's just forgery." Qin Hui placed the tea cup heavily on the table, "Even if there is a fish that slips through the net, the Yue family's ancestral precepts are there - 'Do not take revenge and attack the people of the Song Dynasty'. As long as our Qin family is still a citizen of the Song Dynasty, the descendants of the Yue family will be disrespecting the ancestral precepts!" A gust of wind passed by outside the window, causing the candlelight to flicker. Qin Ju always felt like something was peeping in the dark, and couldn't help but shudder. "Grandpa, I always feel uneasy. There are always strange faces in the house these days. Last night, a jade pendant for serving the country with loyalty was found in the west wing..." "That's enough!" Qin Hui suddenly slapped the table and stood up, with a flash of sharpness in his eyes that Qin Ju had never seen before, "Our Qin family can stand in the court for decades, how can we be lambs to be slaughtered?" He turned and walked to a landscape painting inside the study room, stretched out his hand and pressed on an isolated peak in the painting. With a "click" sound, the wall slowly moved away, revealing a hidden compartment. Qin Hui took out a long sword that was completely red, with complex flame patterns engraved on the scabbard. "Burning Sky Sword..." Qin Ju's eyes widened, "Grandpa, is this..." "That's right." Qin Hui slowly drew out the long sword. The sword was as red as blood and shone strangely under the candlelight. "When I was young, I used this sword to confront Jin Wushu. You were not born yet. The world only knows that I, Qin Hui, am a civil servant, but they don't know that my Qin family ancestor was a military general. This Burning Sky Sword is an ancestral item." Qin Ju looked at his grandfather in shock. This usually gentle old man was exuding a fierce aura, as if he had become a different person. "Grandpa, you never mentioned..." "Some things, the fewer people who know about them, the better." Qin Hui sheathed his sword, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, "On the other hand, my great-grandson, Jin'er, is only four years old now. You have to protect him tonight. If the descendant of the Yue family really comes, my Qin family can't resist it. Don't hesitate and send him out of Prince Shen's Mansion as soon as possible." Qin Ju was about to ask again when he suddenly heard the sound of rapid horse hooves coming from outside the house, followed by the muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. The father and son looked at each other, and Qin Hui's expression suddenly changed: "Not good!" Almost at the same time, gongs sounded loudly in the mansion, and the guards shouted: "There is an assassin!" Qin Ju rushed to the window and saw dark shadows outside the courtyard wall, and dozens of men in black climbed over the wall like ghosts. The leader had a strong figure, a long spear in his hand glowed coldly under the moonlight, and the jade pendant on his chest swayed with his movements - it was the jade pendant that "served the country with loyalty"! "The Yue family's gun!" Qin Ju cried out. Qin Hui had already rushed out of the study with his sword, and Qin Ju hurriedly followed. The courtyard was already in chaos. Although the guards of the Qin Mansion tried their best to resist, they were retreating steadily under the elusive spear. The men in black cooperated tacitly, and in the blink of an eye, several servants fell into a pool of blood. "Protect the master!" Butler Qin Zhong shouted and led people to surround him. Intention: Martial Arts