Chapter 162 The Goddess Returns the Sword, Little Mo Nv
Taiwu Xixi gently picked up the porcelain bottle, opened the stopper, and saw a slight red mist coming out, with a strange fragrance floating around. When he smelled it, the air inside suddenly accelerated, as if he was longing for the contents of the bottle. Looking carefully, there was something in the bottle.
Two drops of bright red blood kept steaming out red mist.
"What is this?" Xixi asked.
Lu Zhengkang replied, "This is the essence of life. After being killed by Qu Shan, the life force and blood of the deceased are condensed."
The younger sister looked sad, "Is that all that's left?"
"Yes, even the soul is here."
"Can you transcend him?"
Lu Zhengkang took the porcelain bottle and breathed gently. His breath was the gentlest breeze, caressing the blood mist so softly, blowing it away and turning it invisible. The two broken souls flew out and flew into the sky, where
There are petals, he bathes in the beautiful rain, and rushes to the Pure Land for reincarnation.
The little girl clasped her hands together and gently blessed the grieving soul to rest in peace.
There was an old stone tablet in the bushes, buried by long weeds. The girl cleared the grass and then carefully identified the weathered inscriptions.
"Bushi Mountain...the emperor's daughter returned the sword...the demons are eliminated here..."
Except for these words, the rest has completely disappeared.
Taiwu murmured to himself, guessing the story of the inscription, and the two of them continued walking deeper into the valley.
Passing through the bushes, there is a sea of flowers. After the sea of flowers, there is a small lake. The younger sister was born in a fisherman's family. Seeing the hunting spirit, she couldn't help but go into the water and catch a few grass carp, saying that she would make a delicious meal for Buddha.
, but after all, the matter at Jianzhong was big, so she took the catch to her residence in the Pure Land and stored it for the time being.
Around the lake is a dense forest, and in the forest stand three evil men, two men and one woman, all the minions of the Prime Minister.
Taiwu Xixi asked loudly who they were.
The two men answered that their name was good, and the woman said that they heard evil sounds.
From this point of view, the so-called name is actually a title.
After the younger sister subdued them, they got into trouble again. The three of them were so mad that if they didn't dispel their evil thoughts, it would be hard for them to return home. If they were treated, they would be afraid that they would become smoke and dust like the one who dispelled evil spirits before.
Lu Zhengkang said: "I am originally a body of clay, why should I be afraid of returning to earth?" These words gave Taiwu great encouragement. She said that she was walking the right path and was freed from pain, so she once again used the hilt of the Fuyu sword to disperse the three demons.
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After they regained their senses, their postures varied. Some looked down at Taiwu Xixi, while others looked up to the sky and laughed. However, after just a few breaths, they passed away with the wind, leaving no blood mist behind. There was only one book and two pairs of books.
boots.
The book records the eighth-level internal skill "Jade Bone Skill" of the Xuannu sect, and the boots are only eighth-level iron-locked shoes.
"Why is there no blood mist this time?"
"Maybe they enjoyed it themselves."
"well."
After passing the woods, there was another large sea of flowers. A possessed man rushed over impatiently. Of course he was dealt with.
These guys are just low-level disciples of the sect, third-rate figures in the world, not worth mentioning.
At this time, they had arrived at a place where birds were singing. There was a large tomb here, and the earth was filled with exotic flowers and plants. The weeping sounds of the birds gradually became deeper and deeper. They fell on the trees, tilted their heads and stared at Taiwu, as if
expect.
There was a depression in the shape of a sword hilt on the tomb door. Taiwu Xixi took the hilt of Fuyu's sword and tried it. It was a perfect fit. There was only a rumble and the tomb door opened. In the darkness, a figure surrounded by birds walked forward.
out.
But she was a woman, with a sad look on her brows, a face like a flower, skin like white jade, and eyes like stars. She was like a fairy in heaven.
The woman said in a daze: "I sacrificed my life to get that sword back, why haven't you come to get it?" After saying this, she suddenly pulled out the sword from her waist. For a moment, it was like blue water flowing backwards, and the light shone brightly. When the sword's glory dissipated, the woman's hand was
He was holding a medicine bottle and swaying it gently, throwing out a large piece of poisonous mist and rushing towards Taiwu Xixi.
Before the younger sister could concentrate on facing the enemy, Lu Zhengkang gently waved his sleeves and the poisonous miasma was broken. The woman also fell due to the force and fell to the ground, coughing up blood.
She struggled to get up, but in the end she was unable to overcome her injuries and could only lie on her back. At this time, a sparrow flew to her ear and chirped. The woman seemed to understand the sparrow's words and murmured: "Did you deliver it?" Weiwei said.
Smiling and sighing, it turned into flying smoke and filled the sky.
There was one thing left on the spot, but it was a sword hilt. Taiwu Xixi ran up and picked it up. At this moment, hundreds of birds chirped together, and the sound shook the sky, which was a long farewell song.
The huge sword tomb gradually turned into a phantom.
A flashing picture appeared in this illusory scene.
A woman came to a mountain to live alone. Birds in the mountain flew down on her shoulders and wept. It turned out that the birds drank water from a pond in the mountain by mistake and lost their voices. The woman went to the pond and saw a man collecting three-color spiritual iron to make a sword.
After an argument, the woman snatched the sword and threw it into the water. After the man left, the woman took medicine to treat it.
The birds were healed. Soon, a demon appeared in the water and brought disaster to the mountain. The woman regretted it and fell into the cold pool. She suffered from the biting cold and the demon spirit corroding her body. She retrieved the sword, wrapped it in her clothes, and asked the birds to pick it up.
To the man who forged the sword. But she herself could not bear the poison and died, and her body was abandoned in the mountains, where it will not rot for thousands of years.
The man who made the sword returned to the mountain to kill the demon. He was grateful for the woman's righteousness, so he erected a monument in memory of her and named the sword Mo Nuyi.
The scene suddenly stopped, the sword tomb disappeared, and the deep valley disappeared. The two of them now appeared on a plain, with smoke rising from the kitchen not far away.
Taiwu said quietly, "This woman is Mo Nu, right? She is a good person, and we shouldn't kill her."
Lu Zhengkang took the hilt of the divine sword Mo Nuyi from her hand and gently threw it forward. The hilt glowed, and suddenly, a burst of ethereal music sounded like the sounds of nature.
The ball of pure white light was smudged with thousands of strong and luxurious colors, and the outline stretched, turning into a little girl in palace clothes, holding a flower branch, with a melancholy face, but she was Mo Nu when she was young.
Little Mo Nu frowned and looked at the two of them, "Who are you? Did your father ask you to pick me up?" She said sadly, "I was tired of going to those banquets and didn't want to go anymore, so I'm here.
Let's take a walk, relax, don't follow me..." She took a few steps back, her eyes wandering around. Although her brows were still furrowed, her eyes were already delighted by the novel sight. Soon, she took steps to explore on her own.
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Taiwu groaned and praised softly, "She is so cute!"
Little Mo's eyes were wet, like a deer's, and her petite and frail body walked on the earth, as if walking in the air, full of fairy spirit.
Lu Zhengkang chuckled, "It is rare for a stranger to be reincarnated in ten lifetimes. His soul is broken."
"What are you talking about?" the little girl curled her lips, "It doesn't matter what you are talking about, I want to raise this little girl."
Lu Zhengkang glanced at his younger sister. Has the power of Fuyu Divine Sword begun to confuse fate?