Changsheng was also very happy with Xuejin's rare good temper. However, after returning to the inn, something happened that surprised Changsheng and the two of them. The long knife she had been carrying was wiped carefully by Changsheng again.
The silver hairpin that was embedded in it suddenly gave off a subtle light.
"What's this?"
Changsheng was a little curious. Xuejin's eyes flashed slightly, and then he spoke as if he knew what he was doing.
"I'm just telling you that you should find a chicken or other animal to sacrifice your long sword. Otherwise, your long sword that could become a spiritual weapon will be wasted."
"I'll buy it tomorrow. I forgot about it today."
Changsheng happily touched the long knife passed down from his grandfather, and suddenly remembered something.
"What would you like to call this long knife?"
"How do I know? You name your own knife."
"Well...then I have to think about it carefully."
After taking good care of the long knife, Changsheng put it on the table and lay on the bed. She had to think carefully about what to call the long knife.
At night, Xuejin fell asleep soundly. Chang Sheng habitually covered Xuejin with a quilt and went to sleep himself. However, in the middle of the night, Xuejin, who was supposed to be asleep, suddenly quietly sat up.
He quietly came to the Changsheng bed and took a look at her. Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, he gently opened the door and left. Before leaving, he quietly took something, because he had a foundation in martial arts and was now a martial artist.
Monk, so Xuejin's movements were very light and did not disturb Changsheng at all.
Changsheng suddenly woke up from her dream a moment later. She remembered that she had obviously had a very comfortable and beautiful dream. She seemed to be floating in a pool of warm water. The waves were so comfortable, lulling people to sleep.
. But just when she was feeling comfortable, something hit her, and she almost jumped up from the pain. In the dream, her ability to endure pain seemed to be greatly reduced, and it was extremely uncomfortable. She wanted to open her eyes wide.
He opened his eyes to see what exactly hit him, but he seemed to see something strange in his blurred vision, and he suddenly woke up.
"call--"
Slowly breathing a sigh of relief, Chang Sheng realized that she had just had a nightmare, so she turned around and wanted to continue sleeping, but her body suddenly stopped the next moment. Where was Xue Jin's breathing?
Then she jumped up and ran to Xue Jin's bed. She opened the quilt and found a pillow lying under the quilt.
What about Setsujin?
Changsheng immediately put her hand on the quilt and touched it. There was still a faint residual warmth. She immediately looked around. Xiangdui Xue and other luggage were all in their original positions. But the long knife on the table was missing.
Pushing open the door, Changsheng didn't know where to look for Xuejin. Somehow, she knew clearly in her heart that Xuejin would not simply go to the latrine or other places. He must have left! And he didn't want to
Let yourself know and leave!
Sejin! Sejin! Where have you been?
On the quiet street, there were only three or five lights swaying in the cold night late at night. Even if you wanted to find someone to ask, you couldn't find anyone.
Chang Dao ran very fast. She had never run so fast before. She felt that her heart was about to be squeezed out of her throat.
"Hoo, ho..."
The sound of violent breathing echoed in his ears. In just a short while, Changsheng had already ran three streets. Now he couldn't bear it anymore and slowly stopped, but his eyes kept looking around.
In the dead of night, Chang Sheng couldn't even see a single figure, so where had Xue Jin gone? She wanted to find him! Hurry up and find him! She had a bad feeling. If it was a little later, she wouldn't be able to see Xue Jin!
While panting violently, Changsheng covered his abdomen with his hands and prayed devoutly.
"I don't know what to do, but I beg you, help me find him!"
The black-and-white fish that had been sleeping in Changsheng's dantian suddenly flicked its tail, and a powerful warm current spread to its limbs and bones. Changsheng's body trembled slightly, and the next moment, a field of view quickly expanded in front of her eyes.
She was still standing here, but she could see the scenery extending from her to the surroundings. Streets, houses, lanterns, rivers, river lanterns... stone bridges!
Sejin!
She saw the figure she was looking for so hard!
With a whoosh, that perspective disappeared instantly, and there was a burst of fireworks from Changsheng, but the warmth had not disappeared yet. She only felt that her feet were full of strength. The next moment, Changsheng ran directly towards the stone bridge!
At this time, on the stone bridge, Xuejin stood alone on the bridge, with the long knife of Changsheng in his hand. This long knife was really heavy, and it took him a lot of effort to bring it to the bridge.
On the stone bridge.
Xuejin was figuring out the angle at the moment. After searching for a long time, he found the best angle. Just when he was struggling to pull out the long knife, he heard the sound of the wind behind him. He suddenly turned his head and saw what was standing there.
A Chou was five feet away from him.
"……you……"
Xuejin felt that his throat was a little dry, but looking at the panting child, he still tried his best to smile.
"A Chou, why are you here?"
Changsheng didn't say a word, and just took a step closer silently. But Xuejin brought the blade of the long knife close to his neck, and at this time, a line of blood slipped quietly. Changsheng's footsteps stopped immediately.
But Chang Sheng immediately thought of something.
"You have forgotten that you are a monk. Mortal weapons cannot kill you. You will only feel pain."
Xuejin's eyes drifted for a moment, and then he sighed.
"I'm not lying to you. It's just immortality. You may not know that your sword has become a spiritual weapon."
"……You are lying!"
Changsheng looked at Xuejin as if he wanted to kill this person who always lied to him.
"You clearly said that it needs sacrifice to become a spiritual weapon!"
"Yes, I'm sorry, I lied."
Xuejin looked helplessly at Changsheng, who had tears gradually leaking out of his eyes. He couldn't help but have red eyes.
Not only does he like to lie, he also likes to break his promises.
"I'm sorry, A Chou, I can't do what I promised you before. After thinking about it, I still feel that people like me should just die. What's the use of living in this world for people like me?
Woolen cloth?"
"But you haven't come home with me yet. You haven't seen Xiangduixue win the first prize at next year's Hundred Flowers Fair. You haven't seen how long Xiangduixue blooms. You haven't taught me to become a real monk..."
"How could you die?"
Xuejin obviously wanted to wipe Changsheng's neck directly when she didn't react, but how can I put it, he was already very sorry for this child. He gave her hope and then broke it without authorization. He couldn't let her do it at this time.
Feeling uncomfortable?
Moreover, he couldn't help but have red circles under his eyes at this moment.
"Ah Chou, Changsheng, it's my fault, please stop crying."