Cao Erzhu stood up from the bed, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Scanning around, isn't this exactly the environment of a blacksmith's shop, except it's much more spacious than before?
wrong!
Erzhu lowered his head and spread his hands to look at them.
The hands have become shorter, the feet have become shorter, and the field of vision has become lower. "Is this, shorter?"
when!
Across the wall, the sound of iron hammering shook my eardrums.
Cao Erzhu was excited when he heard this sound. Knowing that it was time to practice, he subconsciously ran over and opened the door.
"I'm sorry, Dad, I overslept..."
His voice suddenly froze.
My father is as tall as a giant, and I can only reach his waist when I stand.
He hasn't washed up yet or looked in the mirror, but thinking about the fact that he had become "shorter" just now, Cao Erzhu's thoughts fluctuated:
Me, go back to the past?
Is this a dream?
The old man in front of the blacksmith shop was shirtless, wearing only a big cloak - it was early in the morning, it was still winter, so obviously he hadn't started fighting yet and needed warmth.
Generally, if you want to swing a hammer, you must take off the cloak, which will hinder the movement too much.
"wrong."
Cao Erzhu soon woke up again.
Dad actually didn't get drunk. This happened only three or five times in the past twenty years, right?
According to the current height...
That time when I was thirteen?
"I am thirteen years old again?"
It seems like it’s really a dream!
Cao Erzhu was thinking clearly.
Before the father across from him spoke, he could hear a voice coming out of his own mouth that was inconsistent with his thoughts, and the tone was still very childish:
"Mainly because last night, I was tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, so I flipped through the newspapers that had just arrived the day before yesterday... Oh, I didn't light a candle either. I could see with the window open. There was moonlight... Well, I also have electricity."
"I couldn't sleep after watching something." My father was so sharp when he was awake that he could see through his own lies when he was a child without even looking back.
"I just turned it over because I couldn't sleep..." Xiao Erzhu said submissively.
"Um?"
Dad just made a nasal sound, but the little guy couldn't bear it anymore. He clenched his fists and wanted to shout but didn't dare to shout. He said in a calm tone:
"Ten seats."
Dad was silent.
Cao Erzhu then heard his childhood self say something that really impressed him in his memory:
"The tabloid has published another story about the Ten-Seater, this time it's about...Quilehan."
After a pause, his tone became excited, as if something he had suspected for many years had finally been confirmed, and he pointed with his little hand:
"Dad, you are Quirehan!"
The blacksmith shop suddenly became quiet.
The sober dad didn't know what he was thinking.
Cao Erzhu vaguely remembered the scene when he looked at his father - it was so shocking!
The old man was so tall. He held the hammer in one hand and remained silent for a long time. He only raised his head and glanced at the door which was locked with an iron chain.
There was a loud bang, and the big iron door seemed to be blown away by a heavy object. It was thrown across the street, and the iron chains broke.
The strong wind and snow poured into the shop, piercing the bones.
Xiao Erzhu's enthusiasm was extinguished instantly. He was shivering because he was cold and he was really scared.
"Who sold it to you?"
The father was holding the hammer as if he was going to hit the man.
Xiao Erzhu didn't dare to lie, so he immediately blurted out: "I didn't buy it, Grandpa Liu from the village entrance gave it to me."
After dreaming about this, Cao Erzhu recalled it carefully.
That afternoon, he was assigned by his father to go hunting in Qingyuan Mountain.
After more than ten years, it is true that there is no Grandpa Liu in the small town. It seems that he has not even held a funeral?
"hiss!"
He didn't understand it when he was a child, but when he grew up and read about the past from this dream perspective, Cao Erzhu felt that he understood something.
"Er Zhu, come here."
The dream is still going on. Coming to the past from this third-person perspective and reviving a vague memory, Cao Erzhu finds it quite magical.
He felt that as long as he had a thought, he could immediately break away from the dream and wake up.
He was sinking soberly.
Xiao Erzhu then walked over with some fear.
The father knelt down. It was rare for him to be so calm, which could not be called gentle. He put his big hands on the child's head and said:
"Let me tell you something today while I'm sober."
"Do you know why dad came to this shop and left your sister outside to raise her?"
Xiao Erzhu shook his head.
The father then brought the sledgehammer and placed it on the ground between the two of them.
It was a sledgehammer with a straight handle and a round head. Dad stretched out his hand to measure the straight handle of the sledgehammer and said:
"This is a way."
Xiao Erzhu nodded, indicating that it was not difficult to understand.
"You are walking on the road, you can't turn back, you have to stop or go forward, and now, you are here."
Dad's fingers slid from the end of the sledgehammer's straight handle to the position in front of the hammer head.
"It was blocked by Hammerhead..." Xiao Erzhu muttered softly.
The father raised his head and cast a surprised look: "Yes, unless your fist is stronger than the head of a hammer, you can't even think about getting past it. If you can't get past it, you will die."
"This is why dad has been in the shop for more than ten years..." Xiao Erzhu thought thoughtfully.
Dad put away the hammer.
His words are easy to understand.
What Xiao Erzhu and even Cao Erzhu still don't quite understand at this time is...
What is the hammer head?
Who is the person who makes dad so afraid?
Dad did not continue the topic, but asked: "Er Zhu, if one day you grow taller and stronger than me, and you have the opportunity to fight you and me, would you dare to fight?"
Xiao Erzhu shook his head subconsciously: "I won't hit daddy."
"Do you dare to fight?"
"I can't beat..."
"Do you dare to fight?"
"Don't dare..."
The father showed a disappointed expression, shook his head and turned to leave. When Xiao Erzhu's temper got angry, he stepped forward and shouted:
"dare!"
"Just dare!"
"When the time comes, I will definitely beat you!"
The father stopped and kicked his foot, and the straight-handled round-head hammer whirled on the ground, with the hammer head just stopping next to the toes.
Xiao Erzhu looked down, looking puzzled, but did not take a step back until the father in front opened his lips and sneered, saying:
"If you were on the road with a straight handle, and I was the one with the hammer, one of you would die. If I didn't let you go, would you dare to hit me?"
The startled look turned into a look of shock.
Xiao Erzhu looked up in shock.
Cao Erzhu also looked up in shock.
In his memory...he forgot whether this paragraph existed in his memory, and he even forgot how he answered it at that time.
Just when I was waiting for my childhood self to answer my questions.
"when--"
…
"Dad?"
Cao Erzhu jumped up from the bed, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.
The sound of hammering coming from the partition wall shattered his childhood and made his heart beat loudly.
"Having another nightmare..."
"It's really not a good time to sleep lately."
Cao Erzhu yawned, rolled up his sleeves, wiped the sweat from his forehead, opened the quilt and got out of bed.
He took only half a step with his bare feet, pushed open the door, then bent down and walked out.
"Morning, Dad."
In front of the forging bench, Dad was still wearing a big cloak, holding a sledgehammer and thinking about something, "Practice."
The iron gate is still chained.
Through the gap, the strong wind howled outside.
Winter has just entered, and snow has already fallen in the town, which is exactly like the scene in the dream.
"Hehe..." Cao Erzhu laughed out loud and scratched his head with his big hands, feeling extremely happy.
It’s been half a year.
After careful calculation, it has been seven or eight months since Brother Meng and Ai Congsheng finished their battle, and winter has entered the Central Territory again.
After that, I went back to the town and found that my father was alive again and had built a house.
magic!
After being at home for half a year and doing ironwork every day, my father soon stopped drinking.
This is simply a peaceful time, and there is nothing happier than this in the world.
"only……"
He glanced at the window, looked at the broken sky, and looked at the ownerless holy power, sword thoughts, and soul shadows that flashed outside the window from time to time.
Cao Erzhu knew that his happy time was running out.
"Dad, I won't practice today. I want to go out for a walk." Erzhu mumbled while washing his face and putting on his shoes.
Cao Yihan was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect this stupid son to refuse at all, and immediately turned his head.
Not only was he thick and burly, he also had a wide face, with flesh all over his face, and his tiger eyes were as sharp as a flash.
This is not a stare.
This is just the state of sobriety after not drinking too much.
Although Cao Erzhu knew this, he tried to adapt to it for a long time, but he still couldn't adapt.
When I was rinsing my mouth, I felt like a light on my back, so I turned around and said: "Practice, I will definitely make up for it the next day!"
"Having another nightmare?" That's good. Dad was indeed not glaring, and his tone was calm.
"Yeah." Erzhu nodded and hissed again, "But when I woke up, I seemed to have forgotten what I had just dreamed..."
"You've been very sleepy lately."
"It seems so?" Erzhu tilted his head to think, but with no result yet, his father said:
"Gui Buddha, I can influence you."
Boom!
Suddenly there was a low pounding sound of heartbeat outside the shop.
The power of this sound is so penetrating that it can pass through the flesh and blood and penetrate directly into the heart, bone marrow, and soul.
The hairs all over Cao Erzhu's body stood up, as if the soles of his feet had been scratched by a ghost, and his whole body was agitated.
After that, he became a little discouraged and said:
"I'll pay attention."
Cao Yihan said no more, put down the hammer, waved his hand, and walked towards the wine cellar:
"When you go out, remember to punish the gods and rob the possessed ones. Don't show off."
"The fact that the power of ghosts and Buddhas can affect you proves that the world of ghosts and Buddhas is no longer suitable for a semi-saint spiritual refiner."
"You go and live in Xingjie. By the way, I have a message for Xu Xiaoshou. I will also take a rest today. I will not teach Che Shen Nian. Let him go to the Eight Masters to hone his sword skills!"
The 'famous swordsmanship' created by Brother Xiaoshou... Cao Erzhu's eyes flashed with fire, he arched his body and clenched his fists:
"good!"
…
"Bang!"
However, the iron chain was unfastened and the iron door was torn open by the strong wind.
Cao Erzhu squinted his eyes, stooped out of the blacksmith shop against the whistling fine snowflakes, and closed the door behind him.
Half a year later, the town is no longer the Changde town with simple folk customs.
Looking up, what chills people on the street is not the whistling cold wind, but the raging sword intent, holy power, and ghosts.
"Hey——"
It's just such an effort to show off.
A red-haired fierce ghost that was only as tall as a man rushed forward, with a single horn and big eyes, and claws as long as a sword three feet long, and it grabbed him with a shrill scream.
Cao Erzhu raised his flashlight and flashed it.
The red-haired fierce ghost couldn't even scream, and turned into blue smoke and dissipated.
"Don't even come here!"
Cao Erzhu shouted loudly, and purple electricity appeared all over his body. He was full of righteous and yang energy, which was just enough to restrain these extremely yin ghosts.
In fact, the red-haired fierce ghost just now is not weak.
If another person were to attack this ghost, at least the Grandmaster would not be able to withstand an ordinary blow, and some Dao Realm Thrones who were not good at the Way of the Soul would probably be beaten to death.
It is really about punishing gods, punishing heaven, and defeating ghosts, and it takes half a year...
"Why don't you canonize me?"
Clenching his fists, Cao Erzhu still couldn't understand. Wouldn't it be better to break away from the shackles?
In half a year, I have been at the same level as Brother Xiao Shou, both stuck at the peak of Spirit Refining Taixu.
The road was blocked, and it was difficult to change his destiny in a short period of time, so Brother Shou embarked on the path of "famous swordsmanship" in half a year.
Cao Erzhu couldn't learn that much, let alone integrate. He just continued to follow his father and focus on the study of "God Punishment and Tribulation".
There is no end to learning.
I'm afraid my father's realm will never be surpassed in his lifetime.
"call out!"
Just as he was thinking about this, an unknown holy power passed by in front of him.
Just like the habit he had developed over the past few months, Cao Erzhu subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it and opened his mouth to eat it.
"No, it will be contaminated..."
He quickly gave up this choice and said "switch", turning into lightning and rushing towards the destination of his trip - the place where the ghosts and Buddhas who are the source of pollution are located.
It is well known in the world of ghosts and Buddhas that ownerless holy power can be swallowed freely, but if the voice of ghosts and Buddhas can affect people, it is best not to eat it, otherwise they will be contaminated by the power of ghosts and Buddhas.
What is the world of ghosts and Buddhas?
Half a year ago, Brother Meng and his father worked together to reshape the ancient War God Platform, connect the ruins of the God of War, and use the ghosts and Buddhas as the starting point to enclose nearly half of the land in the Central Region, lakes and seas, to create a "War God Realm"
.
The God of War Realm is half a territory wide, the rules are the highest, and the upper limit can be transcended. It is prepared for war.
People from the world came one after another, but they had not yet begun to realize the truth. Within a few days, the ghosts and Buddhas moved strangely, and along with the strange heartbeats, they began to weave dreams, spreading the power of ghosts and Buddhas, and soon the entire God of War world was polluted.
So far, all the people who cannot escape from the God of War Realm have turned into fierce ghosts, and the wild beasts in the barren mountains have completely disappeared. Except for those at a high level, all living beings may be able to transcend, so they are not afraid of death and dare to challenge the power of ghosts and Buddhas to practice.
Naturally, the God of War Realm gradually changed its name from the God of War Realm to the Ghost and Buddha Realm.
What is a ghost Buddha?
There are no sleeves to complain about, that’s right!
…
"Zi——"
In just a few seconds, Cao Erzhu had arrived at the Guizhe Holy Mountain ruins from the small town of Qingyuan Mountain.
Look up to the horizon.
A corner of the sky cracked open, revealing half of the city wall of the Void Island.
From this point, draw a long line high into the sky. It is a huge crack in the sky, shaped like a black rainbow bridge.
At the highest point in the middle of the crack in the black bridge, there is a Buddha statue filled with demonic energy and ghostly aura.
"Ghost Buddha!"
Ghosts and Buddhas are sleeveless, and holy slaves are sleeveless.
Even though half a year has passed, its essence remains unchanged, but its appearance has completely changed.
At this moment, Sleeveless no longer inherited the majestic appearance he had inherited from his resentment. Instead, his whole body was withered and rotten, and his limbs and bones were oozing with pus and smelly.
The demonic energy emitted from his head and condensed into a demonic cloud high in the sky that never dispersed. It was unknown what the purpose of this was.
The ghost energy overflows from his body and turns into sword energy that travels in all directions. This is very simple and easy to understand - if you rub it, you will be injured, if you hit it, it will be stained. If you are not careful, you will be directly assimilated by the sword energy and become a fierce ghost!
Obviously, sleeveless looks sleeveless, but is no longer sleeveless.
Even if there is still the resentful will of the Holy Emperor inside, I am afraid that it will be completely penetrated by the influence of unknown sources from all parties.
"What on earth are we going to hatch?"
Cao Erzhu was so excited that he felt that if something happened to this ghost and Buddha, a big terror would break out.
What about the promised year to protect the Holy Spirit Continent?
In just half a year, half of the Central Territory was polluted.
Is this really going to happen within a year, and the entire Holy God Continent will be buried with it?
"incubation?"
At this moment, a chuckle came from behind: "Little brother, what do you mean, if you have a grudge, you can still have children, and they are born from eggs?" ()