Chapter 01 Jianghu and temples, magic weapons and monsters, two or three things [1]
In a fly restaurant in Guobei County, an unruly swordsman was drinking wine. His exposed skin was still wrapped in linen soaked with blood. Two short knives were slung across his waist. There was an infant in swaddled clothes on the stool next to him.
baby.
Outside the house, the setting sun was like blood, making the shadows of pedestrians on the street extremely long.
The only customers in the Fly Restaurant were the swordsman and the baby. The owner was cooking noodles in the kitchen behind the house, and there was no waiter.
The baby was born white and tender, with big eyes staring at the swordsman intently.
The swordsman looked at the baby with clear eyes, and gently poked the baby's pink face with his rough fingers.
The swordsman looks to be in his late twenties, not thirty, but his face is unshaven and dirty, and his facial features are stiff and somewhat red. He does not look like people from the Central Plains, but more like those ethnic minorities in Western Xinjiang, but there is also something about his face.
The characteristics of people from the Central Plains should be a mixture of Central Plains and Western Xinjiang.
"What? You want to come too?" Dajingguan, the swordsman, spoke fluently.
"Hey." The little baby laughed happily.
The swordsman's ears twitched, and then his left hand quietly reached up to the handle of the sword on his right waist.
"Close your eyes, stay away from the prison."
The setting sun was like blood. A handful of blood flowers floated out from the fly house and splashed outside the door of the fly house.
Sheathing the knife, the swordsman still covered the baby's eyes, but a pool of blood seeped out from the floor of the fly shop, and the blood fell from the air about two inches above the ground.
The swordsman kicked there and made a muffled sound.
"Tsk, here we go again, these monsters." The swordsman smacked his lips in displeasure, picked up the baby, and hurried out the door.
"Here comes the noodles." The store owner opened the curtain and walked out with a bowl of noodles.
I only saw a few copper coins on the table.
The floor was clean and tidy, but there was a lingering smell.
There seemed to be a flash of lightning outside the door. The shopkeeper rubbed his eyes, thinking that he might have seen it wrong and took the copper coins.
He ate the noodles by himself.
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The swordsman's body was covered with scars, and the swaddling clothes were stained with blood. I don't know if they were his or something else.
"The ghost is still lingering, Li is in jail, you are so miserable. If Master Li had not been kind to me, I would not have taken you with me. Alas, it's better now. I myself have fallen into this trouble. Your name is better.
When I left prison, I was trapped."
While running away, the swordsman swung his sword and cut off several hidden arrows that came from nowhere.
He has two swords, and now that he is holding Li Jiaojing, most of his sword skills are restricted.
Hearing the roar of the wind above his head, the swordsman jumped back a step and swung his sword out with random hands, but it felt as if it had struck fine steel.
The swordsman felt distressed and hurriedly drew the knife. A gap appeared on the blade, but he didn't care about his numb left hand.
"What the hell? Why is it so hard?" The swordsman took a closer look.
Although the figure was human-like, it was haggard, stiff and gray, with squinted eyes, and half-length hair hanging down the back of the head. It is estimated that the hairline moved back to the top of the head when he was alive, and there were black nails on the
It is glowing yellow and its mouth is full of fangs.
"Wang Nima, don't run away. Leave Master Li's heir to me. Although Master Li was framed by political opponents, we don't hate Master Li, so we will treat this child well." That "person"
He stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the child."
The word "Nima" means sun in the language of Xijiang. Wang Nima's father is from Dajing, and Wang Nima's mother is from Xijiang. However, after arriving in Dajing, he discovered that Nima
Ma seemed to be cursing.
Far away in Western Xinjiang, Wang Nima learned the double-sword technique from an old swordsman. He also took martial arts elixirs to break through the limits of the human body. He also gained some fame in the world.
It's just the martial arts elixirs of martial arts practitioners, and it's not just a matter of taking one.
"You guys just live your lives incognito, why are you meddling in government affairs?" The swordsman looked at the "people" in front of him with empty eyes, and then asked, "Is the Hidden Crow Demon sent by you?
Coming?"
"Hidden Crow? I always fight alone without helpers. Could it be that you encountered other forces?" The corpse scratched his sparse hair and seemed to be thinking carefully.
Wang Nima smiled, raised his body, and passed the corpse of the Dharma.
Wang Nima also knew that there were demons and ghosts in this world, but it was a secret that could not be explained to outsiders. In his early years, he also met a certain Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest said that there are demons and ghosts in the world, and Dharma corpses are discarded species from heaven and earth. They are mostly transformed from corpses and feed on humans.
The reason why it is called Dharma Corpse is because it has unique innate magical powers when it is born.
Unless you have a head-to-head fight with the Dharma Corpse, unless you are extremely skilled in martial arts, or you are an advanced Qi practitioner, it is better to escape.
But the Dharma Corpses also have some minor weaknesses, that is, most of these Dharma Corpses have brain problems. Although they have memories of their lives, they are not the people they were before. The kind of Dharma Corpse that can restrain the desire to eat people is extremely rare, so
Most of the Dharma corpses remain anonymous and cannibalize occasionally.
It is easy to understand that these corpses have brain problems. Some have bad personalities, some are extremely stupid, some are aggressive, and some have different cognitions from others... All of these were collectively referred to as mental illness in Qin Yuelou's previous life, and some were mentally ill.
Neuropathy.
For example, the Dharma corpse that Wang Nima met was called Yun Shiba. Wang Nima had also encountered it before. At that time, martial arts warriors cooperated with this Dharma corpse to surround and kill a demon.
The Jianghu warriors spontaneously want to eliminate harm for the people, while Yun Shiba does it entirely because of the needs of his employer, and his interests and goals are consistent, so there is no conflict.
Therefore, Wang Nima has some understanding of this corpse. It is difficult to concentrate on this corpse, so it is easy to interrupt its train of thought and lead it to other places.
"Wang Nima! Shake me!" Dharma Corpse was furious and chased Wang Nima.
But Wang Nima's footsteps were extremely fast, leaving Yun Shiba far behind.
"Why is Yun Shiba here too? Mr. Li, who did you provoke?" Wang Nima complained in her heart.
Wang Nima originally wanted to take Li Jieqiao and flee to northern Xinjiang, and find a family to raise Li Jieqiao. However, with Li Jieqiao, he could not help Master Li to avenge him, but his idea was very good, but in reality he was being hunted all the time.
Not only warriors, but also demons and corpses.
No one knows whose interests Mr. Li has touched, so that he has provoked so many forces, or... is this the one who was brought in by the Sima Zaizhong who harmed Mr. Li?
Wang Nima didn't know, he just hoped to get rid of these pursuers as soon as possible.
"Mom, I'm willing to trade myself off from women for the next ten years in exchange for a reinforcement from heaven. God, if you hear this, just answer me!" Wang Nima cursed in her heart.
Another sound of breaking wind was heard in my ears.
He glanced up subconsciously,
What is that?
Above the head is an unidentified object that looks like a bolide falling from the sky.
Looking carefully, it looks like two knives, but there are chains wrapped around the handles, and the chains connect the two daggers.
It was spinning in the air and falling, as if... it was falling towards you.
Then, he inserted it in front of himself, but the high temperature did not go away.
The chain seemed to be spiritual, twisting like a snake, and pulled the knife out of the ground, and fell into Wang Nima's hand.
"Nie Ma? Is it really that amazing? No, ten years should be changed to one year, how about one year?"
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