The most important thing is to stay awake. All the previous actions that seemed to be dominated by emotions were all attempts to cover up. To say whether Yin Guihong is angry or not... If the anger can be embodied, the anger will be long gone.
It's burning to the sky, but it's useless. Since it's futile anger, it's better to control it. It's really not worth it to ruin your body with anger.
"So?" Yin Guihong stood there, raising his eyebrows, "You couldn't be more sorry for me and sympathized with me, so you said some nonsense about helping me? What can you do to help? Why don't you change the old guy's clothes for me?
A better monument, with some beautiful words engraved on it."
"Oh? I think your carving is not bad. The inscription is also well written. He has read a book."
The originally erratic voice had a specific direction. This person was right. He had learned a lot from the old hunter. Although he would not be able to obtain fame, he could still be decent by imitating the poems and songs of famous people.
He turned around and saw the man who had just disappeared walking towards him. The man's steps were light and his eyes were full of smiles.
"It seems a bit rude not to introduce myself to you even though I know you very well. Please introduce yourself. I am...Six Paths of Impermanence: Hongxuan Changye·Xie Yuejun."
"It's a rough guess." Yin Guihong accepted it easily. This guy was no ordinary guy at first glance.
"Just think of it as an apology for what I did before. How about I give you a gift? Stretch out your hand."
Yin Guihong stared at him, his attitude still alert. He didn't know what tricks this impermanent ghost was going to play. He would not be fooled by these words. He had been teased severely just now, so Qiu Guihong remembered it.
"Relax...will I hurt you?"
As he spoke, he snapped his fingers, and a flame ignited out of thin air in front of him. But the fire didn't seem to be hot. After a brief surprise, Yin Guihong tried to reach out and touched some kind of entity in the string of flames.
At this moment, the flame suddenly seemed to be scattered, and then gradually extinguished. The remaining flowing fire fell on the stone beach, burning stubbornly. These sporadic lights made his vision clearer, and he could better observe the hands in his hands.
something.
A knife.
...Is it really a knife? It has a blade, a back, a blade and a handle. The shape is very simple. It is too light. Does it weigh two kilograms? He weighed it and blindly guessed that one kilogram is six or seven taels.
.However, as a knife, it is very long. If you use a soft ruler to measure its
The real length is probably more than four feet. Its color is also very strange. It is pale and tinged with iron, which can reflect the appearance of a person, but it does not have the metallic luster that a sword should have. Is it because it is too dark? But this
The weight, I'm afraid, is really not made of iron.
"...what?"
Doubts temporarily made him put aside his previous account. Lord Kotsutsuki raised the corners of his lips and introduced him with great interest.
"Have you heard... that Ren Zaowu Chang forged the Six Paths Divine Weapon during his lifetime?"
Yin Guihong opened his eyes slightly, feeling that Lord Xueyue had something to say. He knew it. Could it be that what he had in his hand was... unlikely? How could such an extraordinary weapon be handed over to him so easily?
?Even though the person who gave him the thing was also an impermanent person, it happened so suddenly that he had no real sense of it.
The blade was slightly narrower than an ordinary blade. Gui Hong stretched out his hand to touch it and felt a cold feeling, no different from iron. He tilted the knife in his hand again and felt that its center of gravity seemed to have changed.
"Be careful, this tooth is quenched with snake venom when it is forged into a knife, and the hollow part is also filled with venom. If you are injured by it, you will be poisoned. Even if you touch it through the skin for too long, the poison will penetrate into the body quickly.
It spreads throughout the body. It will not kill you immediately, but in the next twelve hours, you will watch yourself rot in unbearable pain. The antidote is not without, after all, it has been so long
It’s the monster in front of you…but it’s not easy to get it.”
"...Jin Mieya?"
"Have you heard of it? You are very smart... It is a scimitar made of animal teeth. This knifemaker once visited the South Country and was lucky enough to get a freshly shed front hook fang of a python in a dense forest. Ordinary pythons do not have venomous fangs.
, but this comes from animals
It is the belonging of the python god Mohuluaka who gave birth to the Dao. If the enemy is already injured, even if it is not caused by Jin Mieya, even the sword energy that touches it will be poisoned and die. I think you have a pair of
Can you control the temperament of this poisonous knife?"
Yin Guihong really didn't know what to say. Should he thank him? He didn't want to at all. He would never take it lightly until Lord Xuyue explained his purpose clearly. It's no wonder that he knew so many things. After all,
It's December in the Underworld, and even if you don't have to watch yourself grow up, it's easy to know this.
"Should you say thank you?"
"Should I give it back to you?"
"Pfft..."
Lord Xueyue laughed inexplicably again. Yin Guihong couldn't understand, what's so funny about this? He couldn't understand.
"Since you have figured out my bottom and you still give me something like this... tell me, what are you doing here? Let me say it first - I can't have this knife."
Lord Xueyue's smile faded a little, and he became a little more confused. There was a bit of disbelief in his tone:
"Are you sure? You don't want to think too much about it? Although humans will hesitate for a while before taking over, they are just polite because they are unsure. It's better for you to refuse so firmly from the beginning. I really didn't expect it."
"It's a very simple reason: you appear out of nowhere and give me such a dangerous thing out of nowhere, probably because you want me to accept your favor. In this way, if you ask me to do something, you will get a benefit.
I have no reason to refuse
.If this knife is really Jin Mieya, I'm afraid it's not a gift from you, but a handle for you to hold me hostage. And it sounds like this isn't the first time you've done this. There's no such thing as a free lunch. This is
I learned it when I was very young."
"...Not bad! I can think of so much, I'm starting to like you a little bit." Lord Xueyue raised his eyebrows, "But after delaying for so long, it's already dark, so it's time to get to the point. Hmm - why not find someone to talk to?
A place where you can sit down and have a good chat?"
The implication was that he looked like he was going to visit. After all, there was no other place nearby except Yin Guihong’s home, which was the house left by the old hunter.
Yin Guihong was stunned for a moment, and immediately picked up the bucket at hand and chased after him. But for some reason, Lord Xueyue's back was always far away from his own, even though he felt that he was already running very fast. No matter what the hand was about,
He was holding a heavy object in his pocket, but he couldn't spill it. After running for a while, he stopped and adjusted his holding gesture. When he raised his head, the impermanent ghost had disappeared. He frowned, but he was no longer anxious. Waiting for him to rely on his right hand.
When I returned to the house in the dark with the memory of this mountain road, I saw a bright light in the window. When I opened the door, I saw that Lord Kutsutsuki had "invaded the house privately" and was sitting on the old hunter's favorite wicker chair, looking leisurely.
Awesome.
"Don't sit there."
Yin Guihong put down the bucket and put the knife in his other hand on the table. Such an order was quite impressive. However, Lord Xueyue didn't seem to hear it and looked like he was the guest. Yin Guihong was no longer in the mood to say the second word.
Warning, but let’s ignore it
Is there anything he can do to win over this guy? If he adopts a hostile attitude now, I'm afraid he won't honestly tell me what he wants to hear. Moreover, Lord Xueyue grasps this very well, which really makes people angry. He is angry but
If you can't spread it, this is the price of rationality.
"Come on, there is no other decent place to sit here. What about your stool? The old wood carvings rescued from the fire are not more artistically valuable than your old bench."
"you……"
"Okay, let's sit down at home. Why are you so polite?" Lord Kutsutsuki deliberately teased, "Why don't you have some tea? Is this how you entertain guests?"
"The water is in the bucket. Drink it and burn it yourself."
Lord Kutsutsuki shook his head with a smile, straightened up the body leaning on the back of the chair, and placed his weight on the single Erlang leg that supported him. He stretched out his arm, hooked his fingers, and a thin stream of water was drawn from the bucket at the door.
, and fell into the cup in front of him. He drew a circle with his finger again, and tiny flames surrounded it.
Wrap it around the cup to heat the water. Soon, small bubbles appeared on the water in the cup, and white smoke curled up. Yin Guihong was indeed shocked - such a dexterous and intuitive magic has been fully realized
It shows that even in words, he is not qualified to compete head-on with this monster.
It’s so fucking frustrating.
Lord Xueyue held up the cup with one hand, arched his back, and looked up from under his thin bangs, staring at Yin Guihong who was sitting upright.
"No need to straighten your back, no one asks you to do that anymore."
"You don't need to worry. If you have anything to say, just take your knife and leave quickly."
"Well, since we're all going to listen, why make such a hasty conclusion?" Lord Kotsutsuki took a sip of water to moisten his throat and continued, "Let me think about it, where should I start? Ah, just now
When you were adopted, your adoptive father checked your life experience, you should know this, right?"
"...I know, he told me directly. Because my origin is unknown, and teenagers are also capable of lying, so it is only normal to keep an eye out and inquire."
"That's right. On the day of the accident in your family, you were eleven years old... Although you may not want to recall it again, I have to suggest that you recall it. Your parents, a pair of old people, your uncle, one of your brothers and
A sister, or even...the child in your mother's eight-month pregnancy, by whose hands did they die?"
Yin Guihong's pupils suddenly dilated, and he clenched the cup tightly.
He has obviously calmed down a lot, but he still can't control his emotions at this moment. This is something he deliberately buried, but it is actually the most vivid part of his memory: not "who", but "which people".
"...Zuorenmen."
The sound of friction between teeth is like the cracking of boulders.
