There are two rooms in the upper room, the one outside is where the swordsman sleeps, and the one inside houses Si Liyu.
Si Liyu fell on a straw mat, still unconscious.
Tang Zhao, who had sneaked in, felt his heart skip a beat when he saw this scene.
It's not that Si Liyu was in a miserable state, it couldn't have been worse than last night, but it was because a lot of the blood stains on his body had been washed away, especially the mask-like blood stains on his face had been wiped clean.
Was it the swordsman who wiped it?
He doesn't look like a patient person, and Tang Zhao is the only one doing chores in the temple. Could it be that there are other people here besides the swordsman?
He didn't see it, and obviously there wasn't one in this room.
At this point, Tang Zhao couldn't give up, so he took out a bracelet and put it on Si Liyu.
The bracelet is in the shape of a centipede. It was left by Sun Sheng that night and was given to him by the judge.
Artifact: Baizu.
The centipede is dead but not stiff.
Negative states such as immune loss and loss of control.
Si Liyu put on the bracelet, and the sword mark on the centipede's back shortened and gradually disappeared.
The magic weapon is taking effect and failing.
Tang Zhao stared at Si Liyu, fearing that the remaining chance would not save Si Liyu.
I saw Si Liyu's eyelashes twitching slightly, and then he opened his eyes.
The eyeballs were clearly black and white, and the layer of blood had receded.
Tang Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, this magic weapon was worth using.
Si Liyu suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if he was recalling something, but his eyes were in a daze for a while, and then he lowered his eyelids, looking very tired.
Tang Zhao couldn't tell him to sleep, so he put down the magic weapon and said softly: "Teacher Si."
Si Liyu was shocked when he saw him and said: "You..."
Tang Zhao remembered that he had misunderstood that he was in the hands of the white-haired man, and explained: "I'll keep the story short..."
In the next few sentences, he came out to do a mission with the Black Widow, met Si Liyu and fought with the white-haired man, and now uses the disappearing magic weapon to rescue him, etc.
Because he was afraid that he would not let him stay in the dangerous place, Tang Zhao deliberately urged: "Our plan is already perfect. You come with us and come back to find the Lords of the Land Inspection Department. Are you afraid that you won't be able to get back?"
Si Liyu glanced at Tang Zhao's face, sneered slightly, pressed his forehead, and said: "I'm very tired now and I don't understand your big plan. Let's go out together."
Tang Zhao further explained: "This doesn't work, you can't trigger sword skills..."
Si Liyu looked at him, Tang Zhao was stunned and said blankly: "Can you do that?"
Si Liyu explained, "It's just a magic weapon. As long as it doesn't conflict with the direction of inspiration, you can use sword control to activate it. The so-called sword control is the art of controlling a sword. Control...of course includes the meaning of forcing. We learn
The purpose of sword control is to activate the incompatible magic weapon."
Tang Zhao suddenly realized, "That's it!"
When they are young, their knowledge becomes small.
It turned out that Si Liyu could activate the swordsmanship, which made them spend a whole night!
That would be easy, as long as Si Liyu takes him out with him. Tang Zhao doesn't have to fill a few cups with water when he can take a sip.
Si Liyu took the magic weapon, and Tang Zhao couldn't see him for an instant and couldn't remember him.
Before he could complete his logic, Si Liyu suddenly appeared, his magical weapon fell to the ground, holding the straw mat with one hand and pressing his forehead with the other, looking ferocious.
Tang Zhao reacted and said: "What's wrong? Have I disappeared now?"
Si Liyu's eyebrows and eyes couldn't help but twitch, and he said: "I... can't concentrate anymore!"
Tang Zhao said in confusion: "It means...are you too tired?"
Si Liyu shook his head, pressed his forehead with his hand, and said: "No, no, I have permanently lost part of my spirit... and my will. I can't concentrate, it's very scattered, I can't wield the sword... I'm disabled
?!" At the end of his sentence, his voice was hoarse with a hint of whimpering.
Tang Zhao felt cold in his heart and said: "How is it possible...ah, is it swordsmanship? Is it that guy's swordsmanship?"
Hearing the word "swordsmanship", Si Liyu gradually calmed down from a state of near collapse, and breathed softly: "Yes, swordsmanship, just swordsmanship. What is his swordsmanship? There must be an answer."
Tang Zhao said: "Shall I go check it out?" He can really check it out. His glasses should be able to "knock on the sword" at close range. In addition, with the disappearing magic weapon, he can get closer silently, which is perfect for detecting swords.
Si Liyu grabbed him with his backhand and shouted in a low voice: "Nonsense, you are crazy! You can see ghosts. Don't go, let's think about it... Did you see his sword elephant yesterday?"
Tang Zhao said: "Sword Elephant..."
Is it something like a jar?
Tang Zhao tried hard to recall the state of the white-haired man. Except that he was really carrying a jar, it seemed that there was nothing else on his body?
Si Liyu said: "He is just a swordsman, and the sword elephant cannot be solidified. But when you unleash your sword skills with all your strength, the sword elephant will bloom - which is the image of the sword in the future." He thought Tang Zhao knew nothing and felt that he
The explanation was unclear, and now his thinking was unclear and difficult to explain. He said, "Have you ever seen him condense a specific image in the air after he used his sword skills? It might be an animal, it might be an artifact, or it might even be the weather or a ghost..."
Tang Zhao vaguely saw that the man drew his sword and flashed with white light, as if he had transformed into some kind of image, but he couldn't see it clearly. He racked his brains and said: "I think it's an animal... it's white... it moves very fast... uh huh
…”
Si Liyu frowned and said: "Since you can't remember clearly, it means that the sword elephant did not really appear, and it also means that he beat me very easily and did not have to go all out. After all, I can't compete with the swordsman, nor can I have a supernormal explosion. Unfortunately,
The illusion can help us guess what kind of sword he is. Tell me, what was the effect of watching him use the sword yesterday? What was my reaction when I was hit by the sword?"
This is the formal process for analyzing swordsmen. In swordsman battles, intelligence is extremely important. The Prosecution Department has a department that specializes in analyzing each swordsman's sword intent, swordsmanship, and swordsmanship. Ordinary officials must also learn to analyze based on intelligence.
Tang Zhao calmed down. He felt that it was important to retreat now. It would not be too late to guess about sword skills later. However, Si Liyu's mood was a little unstable, and his eyes began to become bloodshot like last night. Tang Zhao could not stimulate him, so he had to
As he counted in detail: "Last night...he should have used sword skills three times."
The first time he used his sword to beat Si Liyu's bloody blade into a shadow, and then rolled it back.
The second time he struck Si Liyu twice with his sword, causing Si Liyu to faint suddenly.
The third time, he waved his sword and Si Liyu disappeared. Then he waved his sword again and Si Liyu appeared again.
The last time it seemed that the swordsmanship was unsuccessful. Later, the swordsman said in disgust: "It's too heavy..."
Tang Zhao racked his brains and recounted the details he noticed one by one, looking at Si Liyu.
Si Liyu's eyes moved as if he was thinking, but he would become confused from time to time. It was obvious that his inability to concentrate had a great impact on his analysis and judgment.
"What do you think?"
Finally, Si Liyu had no choice but to ask Tang Zhao.
I actually want to use glasses to see.
But seeing that Si Liyu's condition was increasingly on the verge of collapse, Tang Zhao still said: "He should have several different sword skills, right?"
Si Liyu said: "Of course, formal swordsmen must have different swordsmanship. It is meaningless to speculate on specific swordsmanship. We have to speculate at the root. All swordsmanship is an extension of sword intention, and swordsmanship is an extension of swordsmanship.
.At least it must be inferred to the first level of swordsmanship. Huh, he is just a swordsman. He may not have swordsmanship yet, so he can only speculate on the sword's intention."
Tang Zhao pondered: "As for the sword intention, I think it might be plundering?"
"plunder?"
"You see, you lose part of it with every sword strike. With the first sword, he robbed you of the energy in your swordsmanship? With the second sword, he robbed you of...is it your soul? I remember his swordsmanship was called 'Lost Soul'
.”
Si Liyu shook his head and said: "How can a mere swordsmanship touch the soul? He calls it "Lost Soul" but it doesn't really mean "Lost Soul". The name of the swordsmanship is all chosen by himself. It doesn't matter if he calls it "Destroy the Heaven and Destroy the Earth."
Tang Zhao reacted and said: "Yes, it may mean 'lost soul'. If you are in a trance and your will is scattered, he may have robbed your will. With the third sword, you are gone, and he has robbed you as a person."
…”
Wait, can that still be called plunder?
Si Liyu rubbed his temples and said: "You use the word plunder. This word contains the meaning of benefiting oneself at the expense of others. But it seems that he did not use the energy or will of the plunder for himself, but stored it in the sword.
inside."
When Tang Zhao heard the word "storage", he was stunned for a moment and thought of Ping Jiangqiu.
If the sword's intention is also to store, then what's the point of him breaking into the house to seize the jar?
plunder?
Si Liyu said: "Take them here and lock them up, including the people. It's better to kidnap them than to plunder them."
Tang Zhao came back to his senses and said: "Kidnapping also involves paying ransom. According to what you said, if the purpose is not to extort money, you might as well say that he was illegally detained."
Si Liyu glared at him, showing that he was bored, and said: "Let's first guess that he stole other people's things and stored them in his sword, including my spirit..."
Tang Zhao snorted and said, "To regain your spirit, do I need to break his sword?"
Si Liyu said: "You can do it if you can."
Tang Zhao said: "You continue."
Si Liyu said: "He thought I was too heavy, so he let me go. This shows that the things he can hide in his sword are limited. He absorbed my attack before and immediately let me go, presumably so as not to increase the burden."
Tang Zhao understood and said: "Then you need to let him imprison something more valuable and fill up the space, so that your spirit can be returned."
Wait, is there less space for people with gray hair?
Old Ping's jar has a lot of space, and there's almost no end to the things he can hide.
Think about it this way, he is very dangerous.
Is there really any cruel competition between swordsmen with similar swordsmanship?
There is another worry that Tang Zhao did not express: It would be better if the white-haired person did not want to offend the autopsy director, or thought that Si Liyu was profitable and did not throw away Si Liyu's will.
Anyway, he finally saw a glimmer of hope. Tang Zhao advised: "We have found the direction, so we might as well retreat first. You are not in a good condition, I have no one to take advantage of, and I have not made a plan. Let's escape too.
Let’s go and think about it in the long term.”
Si Liyu said: "I'm going out, where can you hide in the room?"
Tang Zhao looked sideways at a jar in the corner and said, "I'm small, where can't I hide it?"
Si Liyu also saw the jar, thoughtfully, and then without any nonsense, he said decisively: "That's fine, you hide it first, and I'll come back as soon as I go. The white-haired swordsman... I want him to die." He stretched out his hand and held it.
The sword is in his hand.
Tang Zhao was confused for a while.
What is he doing?
Then he saw the jar.
By the way, he sneaked in to find an old friend.
When he came to the jar, he looked carefully and saw that it was Pingjiang Qiu, and it had the same shape as the flowerpot hidden under his bed before.
If there is any difference, it seems to be...
Is there an extra ring of white filaments at the mouth of the bottle?
what is that?
White... hair?
Tang Zhao was careful not to touch, and said softly: "Sir, is it convenient for me to go in?"
At this time, a paper ball jumped out from the mouth of the jar.
Tang Zhao suddenly remembered the paper invitation when the two met for the first time, smiled slightly, opened the paper, and wrote a few words on it:
"Look for...the judge...to save me?!"
Tang Zhao's eyes widened and his fingers tightened.
At this time, there suddenly started to be noisy outside!