Shui Wujun searched in the mountains for a while and felt thirsty, so he stopped at a rocky beach. This rocky beach was at the bottom of a river. Spring was coming, and the water level was already higher than before, but it was not enough.
completely cover this
Some gravel. She walked to the edge of the gurgling stream. By this time, it no longer stopped flowing. Shui Wujun bent down and poured a handful of cool water on his face to wake himself up.
Then I drank some water.
Then, she straightened up and wiped her face casually. There was someone behind her, and she knew that he had just arrived. When she asked about it, the people at the foot of the mountain only told him that an old hunter lived here with a young man, but
The old hunter died last year. After so long, no one seems to have seen the shadow of the young man. I wonder if he has left too.
But Mizuno-kun now knows the answer. He didn't leave, he was here. Turning around, the two faced each other and looked at each other. The young man was wearing a black hunting coat with straw gold sleeves underneath. This was a slightly classy outfit.
, color should be carefully considered, just like tiger and leopard
Ban Yi lurked in the grass to spy on her prey. Naturally, the young man was also examining her. If he couldn't see the pupil ring of the three suns and moons, he could at least guess that she was an assassin. He would definitely be able to tell, the look in his eyes was like this
What he told her was just like how tigers and leopards deal with foreign enemies that enter their territory.
"You are a local." Shui Wujun said.
"You are a foreigner."
"Yes," Shui Wujun continued, "I want to find someone. He should be in the mountains in this area. But I heard from the residents down the mountain that you are the only hunter on the mountain. Maybe you have seen him."
"Who?" His eyes were still staring at her.
"It may be a man...or it may be a woman." Shui Wujun showed the Huangquan Bell, "In short, he is a six-path impermanence."
"...What are you looking for him for?"
"Don't worry about it."
"You don't seem to be asking for help."
The young man is not an easy person to deal with, Shui Wujun has already felt it. But in these few words, Shui Wujun saw something unusual in this young man's eyes.
Something, and the horizontal knife in her hand also had a strange temperature. A premonition emerged from her heart, but she was not sure and couldn't say it directly. She frowned and took two steps closer to the young man. He was still there.
Motionless.
"Who are you……!"
Shui Wujun's eyes flashed with surprise.
"I'm just a hunter." The young man raised the bucket in his right hand, "It's time for me to fetch water. Please..."
"Yin Guihong?"
At this time, Yin Guihong became completely alert. At first, he didn't care very much, at least - not that much. Although this woman came from a far away place and was dressed like an unrestrained killer, since she was also impermanent, she should
He is not the one who will come after him. After all, he is
What Yue Jun told him was that only a specific person was his real enemy, and this person lived alone all year round and rarely interacted with other impermanent ghosts. But this female impermanent ghost reported her name and looked like a
He knows his appearance very well. Now, he can't pretend that nothing happened.
His hand moved to his waist. There was an ordinary scabbard there, but it was too long, and the scabbard contained no ordinary weapon. Shui Wujun's eyes quickly focused on it, and his hand slowly
Moving towards the weapons. Then, the two men drew their weapons at the same time in the blink of an eye, and the atmosphere suddenly heated up. The sudden fighting intention circulated between the two, although neither side knew the other's purpose.
"Jin Mieya?"
Shui Wujun recognized this magic weapon at a glance, and his eyes were so sharp that it made Yin Guihong feel even more in danger. Shui Wujun knew very well where this sword came from. It was made by the previous Shui Wujun.
, later in the battle of Ghost Girl Thousand Faces five hundred years ago, Fu Song
Feng was sacrificed, and the rest of the weapons were recovered by Lord Xueyue. One of those weapons, the "Jin Mieya" which means animal path, was in the hands of this person. If he appears here, then who is the impermanence in this area?
Who... Of course there is no need to say more.
Really the worst choice.
Don't talk about asking him for help, it's good that this guy doesn't cause trouble. Shui Wujun's eyebrows showed displeasure, and Yin Guihong expected that she had learned the identity of another Wuchang from this knife. But Yin Guihong
I don’t know if Lord Kutsutsuki is nearby. One possibility is
He is there, even very close, observing in secret, but he will never show up, let alone help. He is a person who is keen on creating and appreciating chaos. Although he is his temporary "ally" for cooperation, Gui Hong has already
Basically figured out his terrible personality.
"You really received help from an incredible person," Shui Wujun walked slowly around, "That knife is not your thing."
"I know, I'm just borrowing it." Yin Guihong also followed suit, "It's not your thing anyway."
"Do you know why he gave this to you?"
"I don't care. I just know that he can help me, but you can't. You even look like you are hindering me now."
After walking around for a while, the two people's positions were different from before. But Shui Wujun suddenly put away the blade, probably because she didn't want to conflict with him here. Although she didn't seem to intend to have a good conversation, she had already eliminated the killing.
Yin Guihong could feel it. However, he did not intend to slack off and give the other party an opportunity to take advantage of it - what if he just confused himself? It was hard to say. No one could be trusted except himself. Shui Wujun sighed softly.
, folded his arms and asked:
"Then let me ask you, are there anything around you that doesn't belong to you?"
Yin Guihong subconsciously wanted to say no, but he immediately realized that perhaps this woman was referring to the jade safety buckle of unknown origin. It was indeed not his thing. Lord Xueyue admitted that he had put it down, but did not say
But why? Yin Guihong doesn't like to ask questions, he doesn't like to request, and he doesn't like to condescend while others get their way, so he doesn't ask. If it is really important, Lord Xueyue will explain it when the time comes.
"This has nothing to do with you."
"Yes, right? It must be something from your previous life."
"...What nonsense are you talking about?"
"You really don't know?"
"Why do I see a bit of pity in your eyes?"
"You're worrying too much, I didn't mean that."
"You better be."
Shui Wujun didn't know how to explain it, so she didn't intend to explain it. She knew very well. It would be better to say that she almost knew everything about the twelve underworld moons. The person named Yin Guihong, the celestial stems, earthly branches, moon and day time in the year of his birth were completely different.
They are exactly the same as a person named Tang He. Their appearance is not very similar, but their conversation and temperament are somewhat similar. She remembers the name of that person.
It is very clear, and there are many people who also remember it clearly. They are all lucky or unlucky to live to this day. Back then, it was Lord Xueyue and that person who joined forces and used each other to cause quite a disturbance in the world. Now he has brought
Using objects from the past life to disturb this person's reincarnation in order to establish a connection between two similar but different souls, Lord Kotsutsuki must have had his own plan.
"Your bad relationship with that impermanent ghost was forged several lives ago. I advise you to keep a distance from him. That person will only try his best to use everyone around him. Humans and demons are inseparable from each other.
There is no life in my eyes, but a cold one
Chess. Every soldier must be at his disposal, and every move must be within his calculation. I don’t know why you formed an alliance with him, and I don’t know whether you were forced to do anything or willingly. I still say, stay away from him.
Stay away - it's for your own good."
"For my own good? Hahaha." Yin Guihong seemed to have heard some joke, "Since it was for my own good, you just disappeared when the disaster struck, and you didn't come to help me more than ten years later. Instead, you said
A bunch of incomprehensible words
You are obstructing me in every possible way. Let me make it clear first, don’t think of me as a fool. I know what I am doing. On the contrary, your aloof attitude and your attitude of thinking you know everything is even more disgusting to me. I guess we have met in the past life, otherwise
Why..."
Yin Guihong raised the knife higher and lowered his center of gravity. He grasped the handle of the knife with both hands and drew it back, very close to his face. The entire blade occupied half of his field of vision. Only half of the strange woman's figure stood on the tip of the knife.
.
"This knife seems to be telling me that your funny broken weapon seems to be mine too?"
Shui Wujun gave birth to a fire of ignorant karma.
She took a sharp breath, as if to suppress the anger in her heart. However, no matter how cold the late winter wind was, her lungs seemed to be boiling. Over the past hundreds of years, the years have already reduced her emotions.
It was sharply polished and smooth, spotless, but at this moment she felt as if something in her heart had been shattered, and the rugged corners were exposed again, and every bend was poking at the already numb atrium.
It's dripping with blood.
He is not Tang He. She is trying hard to tell herself that Tang Qinglan was not killed by him.
Not him, no.
When it comes to whether the knife can speak, the answer is obviously no. But in fact, after these days, Yin Guihong really feels that the knife can sometimes communicate with himself. Although it is not language, but a kind of consciousness.
Projection, sometimes the thoughts that come to him can naturally be attributed to Jin Mieya, which even he himself
I can’t explain it myself. Maybe Lord Xueyue didn’t want to hand over this sword to him for no reason, or in other words, it was just to help him change his weapon. What he said was true, because
He did feel this way. The horizontal knife with a flat break felt familiar to him from the moment he saw it unsheathed.
Could this really be something...a memory from a past life?
A trace of disgust for Shui Wujun also surged in his heart, although it was a bit inexplicable. Rather, he actually felt this way from the first moment he saw her, but now it has deepened.
Shui Wujun slowly pulled out the weapon again - this time it was two knives. The strange thing was that both of them were broken knives. What was even stranger was that Yin Guihong really felt that he had seen them all. Only Shui Wujun could be seen.
Suppressing his anger, he almost gritted his teeth and said:
"If you can't speak, you can keep your mouth shut. Now, tell me, where is Lord Kotsutsuki?"
"Although I don't know what your grudges are, I regret to tell you that I don't know about it."
"I know you are different from your previous life. You have been taken advantage of, but you don't even realize it."
"I don't care who takes advantage of whom, I just need to achieve my goal."
"Even if he's experimenting on you, even if he's trying to awaken a soul that's not yours?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Yin Guihong kicked his legs hard, striking first, and the knife flew away like an arrow. Shui Wujun skillfully dodged it with two backflips, and the two broken knives hit the light Jin Mieya. Guihong felt the knife He almost missed it because it was too light. Perhaps his previous words had angered Shui Wujun. He felt that although he was the first to strike, Shui Wujun was expecting him to attack, so he pinned Jin with both swords in an expected move. She almost couldn't pull her teeth away. Yin Guihong swung the knife maliciously and tried to scratch her face, but she took a few steps back and retreated to the other side through the trickling stream. There was not even water on the toe of her shoe. .
She was so good at Qinggong that Yin Guihong began to want to seriously engage in a few moves with her.
