"Brother Mo, this sword is so beautiful!" Huang Rong made no secret of her love for this sword.
"Haha, if you like it, I'll give it to you." Guo Mo was naturally very generous to Huang Rong.
Besides, Guo Mo now relies less and less on the sword. "Leng Ye" has been following him for many years, but now he only keeps him as a "companion".
"Really? I knew Brother Mo was the best to me!" Huang Rong said happily, holding the sword and unable to put it down.
"Well, Brother Mo, what do you think this character is? Why don't I recognize it?" Huang Rong asked, pointing to the two character-like symbols on the hilt of the sword.
Guo Mo took the sword and saw two words on the bottom of the hilt.
It seems that it does not belong to the category of Chinese characters. After all, Guo Mo is also from the Chinese department. He has used various fonts such as seal, Li, Cao, Kai and Xing, but he has never seen this kind of character.
"Rong'er, these two are probably not symbols, just two characters. Unfortunately, I don't recognize them either. Maybe they are the characters of some ethnic group?"
Huang Rong didn't recognize Guo Mo when she saw him, so she didn't worry too much, thinking that maybe he would recognize her father next time she saw him.
Although Huang Rong had an quarrel with "Dong Xi" and ran away from "Peach Blossom Island", in the little girl's mind, her father has been an "omnipotent" existence since she was a child.
Huang Rong returned the sword to its sheath, folded the sword around her waist, connected the sword's handle to the end of the sheath, and buckled them together with a "bang" sound, forming a perfect belt.
Guo Mo picked up Huang Rong and threw it on the ground. It turned out that the soft sword was wrapped in something, and he found that there was writing on the inside.
"The Ziwei soft sword was used before the age of thirty. It was unlucky to accidentally injure a righteous man, so it was abandoned in a deep valley."
This sentence appears on the stones in the second pit of the "Sword Tomb". It seems that this book should be written after the sword was buried.
"A few years later, Fang Nian thought that this sword was an ancestral item. It was passed down from generation to generation in the clan. This sword is related to a secret treasure of our clan."
"But times have changed, and the opportunity is hard to wait. Restoring the light of the past for our ancestors is almost like a mirror, and it is no more than an empty dream."
"After all, the relics of our ancestors were searched all over the valley bottom, lost and found, and buried in the wall, waiting for the fate of them."
The word "Dugu seeks defeat".
Guo Mo read it over and over again. Apart from these words, he couldn't find any other clues. He was somewhat disappointed.
After struggling for a long time, I could only prove that this was the "Lagerstroemia Soft Sword", but it was of no help to my suspicions.
"Brother Mo, what's wrong with you?" Huang Rong saw that Guo Mo was not in a good mood, so she asked.
"It's okay, with this 'Purple Myrtle Soft Sword', Ronger's 'Luoying Divine Sword' and 'Jade Flute Sword Technique' will shine brightly." Guo Mo congratulated.
Although he failed to confirm his suspicion, he finally found the "Ziwei Soft Sword" and bought Huang Rong a good weapon, which can be regarded as a complete achievement.
At this time, Guo Mo's "Ren Du" meridians have been opened, and the true energy in his body does not need to be stimulated, and the circulation is self-contained.
In terms of internal strength alone, Guo Mo believes that his current strength is no longer inferior to the "double evil spirits of black wind".
Among the "Eight Extraordinary Meridians", there are only four remaining meridians, "Yang Wei, Yin Wei, Yang Qiao, Yin Qiao", which have not yet been opened.
However, Guo Mo knew that he had reached a bottleneck and could only be overcome by hard work in a short period of time.
As for Huang Rong, in the past two months, under Guo Mo's care, she successfully took two snake gallbladders, and her internal strength increased significantly, almost to the level of first-rate.
With the improvement of internal strength, various stunts can be performed more easily, and the power is even greater than before.
"Rong'er, it's the twelfth lunar month soon. The weather has turned cold. My 'Nine Yang Magic' has reached the sixth level. It's time for us to leave here."
After living here for half a year, although he devoted himself to practicing the "Nine Yang Manual", now that he is about to leave suddenly, Guo Mo can't help but feel a little sad.
The big eagle kept barking "Cuckoo" next to him. In the past six months, the big eagle, Guo Mo and Huang Rong got along very well, and Huang Rong even made the big eagle fat.
He came to the "Sword Tomb" again and returned the Black Iron Sword to its original place. Although the Black Iron Sword was good, it was not his chance.
Guo Mo left ten jars of old wine for the big eagle, said goodbye with tears, and went down to "Daiyu Mountain" and out of the dense forest. Even after the carriage had gone far, he still heard the big eagle's call.
"Brother Mo, will we come back again?" Huang Rong asked.
Guo Mo did not answer, "Xiangyang" is in another parallel world, and too many tragic things happened.
But it is also the burial place of Huang Rong. So in this world, will Huang Rong come back here again?
...
A large carriage was walking on a snowy mountain road.
The weather this year has been very bad. It’s only the twelfth lunar month and it’s already snowing heavily.
There was a lot of noise, and it seemed like there was no sign of stopping for a while.
"Brother Mo, are we lost?"
Huang Rong's voice came from the carriage, while Guo Mo was sitting on the shaft, waving his whip and driving three tired horses.
After the two left Xiangyang, they resumed their aimless "wandering" life.
Perhaps inspired by the "RV" in his previous life, the original carriage was modified by Guo Mo and turned into a Song Dynasty version of the RV.
Even if there are some bumps, it is always much more comfortable than riding a horse, especially when sleeping in the wilderness at night.
The carriage has its own bedding and other living utensils, as well as cooking utensils for cooking delicious meals.
At the rear of the carriage, there is also a ten-pound wine jar.
The best sorghum wine and "snake gall wine" brewed by Huang Rong using a secret method, soaked ten snake galls, which Guo Mo wanted to leave to the master and the others.
Seeing this large altar of "snake gall wine", Guo Mo was a little worried. If it weren't for the existence of this carriage, it would be really inconvenient to carry it.
I can't help but miss the future generations, all kinds of convenient express and express, it is extremely convenient to transport things to different places.
Originally, Guo Mo wanted to find an "escort agency" and ask someone to transport it back to "Qixianzhuang". He searched all over Xiangyang City, but he couldn't find one.
Later Huang Rong asked him what he was looking for?
When Guo Mo replied "escort agency", Huang Rong was confused and said she didn't understand what he was talking about.
Guo Mo suddenly understood that he had been deceived by the novels of various great gods. There is no such thing as "Escort Agency" at all now.
The carriage was traveling in the mountainous area where Hubei and Henan intersect, and with heavy snowfall, they really got lost.
I originally planned to leave Xiangyang, turn southeast, and go to Jiangsu and Zhejiang.
Unexpectedly, I took a wrong turn in the mountains and detoured for more than a hundred miles. When I tried to identify the direction again, I found that I was not going southeast, but coming northeast.
Fortunately, the two of them were not in a hurry. If they went wrong, they would go in the wrong direction.
The key problem is that there is not much food and drinking water on the carriage now, and the two of them urgently need to find a place with people to replenish it.
The carriage drove forward for more than an hour and finally saw a slightly wider road.
In these days, if you can see the main road, it means that you are not far from the place where people live.
Sure enough, after walking along this road for more than ten miles, I saw a village appearing on the left side of the road in the distance.