945: Uncle and nephew recognize each other [please vote]
Chapter 945
"How can this be false?"
Gong Xiqiu became anxious when he heard this.
He had been looking for his eldest brother and nephew for many years and finally found someone. How could his identity be questioned? So he said firmly and forcefully: "Yes, I am your second uncle, you are my eldest nephew, and your father is me.
Brother!"
Gong Xiqiu has a face that speaks very reliably.
In addition, the two of them have similar looks and belong to the same clan, and even the two life lamps are next to each other. Jimo Qiu's doubts were instantly dispelled, and an extremely strange and sour warmth surged in his heart. Although he had no interest in being dependent on each other.
The teacher's passing away was very open-minded, and he was not at all sad or sad, but it was an indisputable fact that he was left in the world by the other person. He was not sad but lonely.
Now that he had found his blood relative, it was as if the missing corner filled with wind in his heart had been filled by something, and his eyes softened. But for some reason, he was asked to call Uncle Gongxi Qiu, and he couldn't say it out loud, so he just rushed forward reservedly.
He nodded.
"Um."
This is regarded as acknowledging this relative.
Even so, just one "hmm" made Gong Xiqiu happy inside, and the auditory hallucinations of gongs, drums and firecrackers in his ears became more serious. Jimo Qiu immediately interrupted his silly music and looked at
Gong Cheng, who was eyeing them with eager eyes, did not take advantage of the warm reunion between their uncle and nephew to make a sneak attack. It is not known whether he was confident in his own strength or disdainful of using such crooked ways.
Gong Xiqiu grinned and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Haha, I forgot that there is something I haven't finished yet!"
Gong Cheng looked at the two of them indifferently, but there was a bit of nostalgia and envy in his eyes. Once upon a time, he also had a second uncle who treated him like his own son. He suddenly woke up from the memories, covering up everything he shouldn't have, making him weak.
Emotion: "Even if you two join forces, you will not be my opponent. The mountains and clear waters here are beautiful, and it is a good place to bury bones. It is not lonely to have a companion on the road."
Gong Xiqiu almost turned black.
He has grown so big, and he has always been the only one who can show off, and no one can show off in front of him, let alone his eldest nephew. How can Gong Cheng's words help him establish the tall image of his second uncle?
The murderous intention towards Gong Cheng increased greatly.
He spat blood: "You're dreaming!"
Today, he can die, but his eldest nephew cannot.
Just as Gong Xiqiu was thinking about countermeasures, the eldest nephew beside him raised his hand and transformed into a wooden staff with a familiar shape. The only difference was that the top of the wooden staff was decorated with a small red flower swaying in the wind. Then.
He appeared with a wooden staff, a low-key and gorgeous high priest's toga instantly covered his body, and around his neck was a silver necklace linked from end to end, decorated with various jewelry of different colors.
Gong Cheng, who was originally relaxed, looked serious.
Before he died, the old man who gave him the power [Daigo Initiation] introduced him to the characteristics of the high priest of the Gongxi tribe. The young man in front of him fit perfectly! The old man also said that he could see the dark colors on the high priest's accessories and clothes.
Patterns are used to judge the opponent's strength and cultivation. The more gorgeous the accessories and the more complex the dark patterns, the more profound the high priest's cultivation is...
Although the high priest of the Gongxi tribe is not as easy-going as the Wenxin scribes, nor is he as powerful as the brave warriors with the powerful destructive ability of landslides and landslides, he has extremely strong assisting abilities. Especially when the opponent has Gongxi by his side.
When it comes to tribesmen, it's difficult to deal with them.
Gong Cheng secretly thought: [Neither of them can stay!]
Fortunately, Jimo Qiu was still young. If he had been allowed to grow up for a few more years and he had joined forces with Gong Xiqiu, he would have been the one left behind today. Ink-colored martial energy spurted out from Gong Cheng's palm, and in the blink of an eye he gathered into something that looked like a substance.
Group. This group of ink-colored halo is like a beating heart. Between opening and closing, the breath is getting higher and higher, and there is a faint purple electric current flowing.
Just when a sad idea came into Gong Xiqiu's mind, and he was thinking about whether to use the forbidden technique to gamble one life for another, the eldest nephew beside him turned into a seal with one palm. Gong Xiqiu was familiar with this, and his family used to
Middle-aged and old priests have also used it, and it is considered a standard starting move.
He abandoned all options of retreat in an instant.
His eyes were filled with indomitable energy, and he raised his head and shouted: "Okay, today you, my uncle and my nephew will fight him!"
The damaged armor was activated by martial energy and became complete in an instant.
The result was——
After a few breaths, only a huge pit of a hundred feet was left.
Liu Changshi waited until the movement subsided before stepping forward in horror.
Her face turned pale, and she looked at the huge pit filled with scorching heat and the sand and soil gathered into "water", and asked: "Are they dead?"
Gong Cheng raised his hand and looked at his palm.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "No."
When they were about to face off against Gong Xiqiu, Gong Xiqiu and his eldest nephew suddenly disappeared, along with a few martial arts warriors nearby who were watching the fun. In an instant, there was no trace left in the place.
The trace can only be the high priest.
Liu Changshi understood: "Escaped?"
Gong Cheng nodded: "Yes, I escaped."
It's still something that can't be intercepted at all.
If it is an ordinary literary scholar or a courageous warrior, it will take a certain amount of preparation time for the golden cicada to escape its shell from the word spirit to take effect. This gap is enough for Gong Cheng to destroy the word spirit. Even if it cannot be destroyed, it can still leave some clues.
Under normal circumstances, this kind of speaking spirit cannot escape very far.
As long as you find the clues, you can catch up in no time.
However, the power system of the high priest is closely related to the heaven and earth. In other words, the clues he left behind are also part of the world and a part of all things. Gong Cheng couldn't find any clues even if he wanted to pursue them, so he put away his hand: "
Let's go back."
When Liu Changshi heard this, he was angry but dared not speak.
Because of Gong Xiqiu, Gong Cheng stayed here for some time, and together with Gong Xiqiu's nephew, a lot of precious time was wasted. It would be great if Gong Cheng could eliminate these two hidden dangers, but let them all run away. The secret of Jinli County
Zhuang also missed precious remedial time. Liu Changshi's face was so gloomy that it could drip. She didn't need to think about it to know that Jinli County had been purged.
I don’t know how much I can save if I go back now.
She took a deep breath: "This trip failed..."
Gong Cheng didn't need her to hint.
"I will take full responsibility and will not let you be punished."
Liu Changshi clenched his fists and slowly unclenched them. As the turbid air came out of his chest, his hanging heart also fell to the ground: "Okay."
Gong Cheng is a confidant that the Lord has to rely on. As long as it is not betrayal, any of his mistakes can be tolerated, but this is not the case for him. Liu Changshi climbed to his current position with great difficulty, and he does not want to fail because of a single plan.
She was brutally beaten back to her original shape. Gong Cheng was willing to take the blame, which she couldn't ask for.
The words are divided into two parts——
Jimo Qiu and his party also encountered a little trouble.
To be precise, it was caused by Gong Xiqiu.
Gong Cheng's long-awaited killing move failed and created a huge crater. Gong Xiqiu suddenly lost his target and had no time to stop his attack. Naturally, he also caused a big disaster. The snake-shaped halberd punched a big hole in the mountain with its momentum.
He fell headlong into the ruins of the crevice and was buried by falling rocks. If the Martial Totem hadn't curled up and formed a space to protect him at the critical moment, he would have been seriously injured.
In fact, the injury is not much better now.
Shaochong, Chao Lian and Fourth Uncle Lin pulled him out of the ruins covered in blood. Fang Yan didn't move. He had severe mysophobia and disliked Gong Xiqiu for being too dirty. Jimo Qiu didn't move either, because he wanted to maintain this temporary condition.
The cave and pit created by the collision are stable.
"Cough cough cough——"
Gong Xiqiu coughed and spit out several mouthfuls of sand. He forced himself to sit up, holding Zui's distressed waist with one hand, and limped to Jimo Qiu's side. He pouted in disgrace and complained: "Eldest nephew, why don't you talk to that person?"
Are you going to fight for 180 rounds? You and my uncle and nephew join forces. Even if we can't let him stay, we have to take off one of his hands! You and I will fight against the invincible opponent in the northwest!"
He tried hard to leave a strong first impression on his nephew, letting his good nephew know how tall and mighty his second uncle was, a fierce warrior of the Gongxi clan, and the most powerful and reliable sword beside the high priest.
He imagined countless creative appearances and imagined his nephew's adoring and admiring eyes, but he didn't want to be ruined by Gong Cheng. Zhuzi should be skinned and torn apart!
Jimo Qiu: "It's useless if you take off one of his legs."
The biggest difference between the last three realms of brave warriors and the seventeenth-level chariot commanders does not lie in the amount of martial energy, exquisite moves, and strength, but in the integration with heaven and earth, the growth of spirit, and the gradual growth of physical body.
Break away from the realm of mortals.
Gong Xiqiu tried his best to remove his hands and feet, and Gong Cheng would grow new ones after a period of cultivation. As long as he could not kill the opponent, any damage to his limbs would be useless.
And if they join forces, they can make each other lose their lives?
The answer is no.
I'm going to get one more beating.
So Jimoqiu chose to run.
He didn't feel there was any shame in running away after losing a fight, but he was a little surprised by the impulsiveness of the second uncle in front of him.
Gong Xiqiu sighed: "Come on, I will bring bad luck to him in the future. I will leave the green hills without worrying about having no firewood. Let us, my uncle and nephew, write down this account for him. If we meet again in the future, we will have to twist off his brain. Even if his limbs are broken, he can still do it."
Can it grow again, even if it loses its brain?"
Jimo Qiu looked at him who was covered in blood: "Let's not talk about this for now. I will help you recover from your injuries first, so as not to leave any hidden diseases."
Gong Xiqiu grinned stupidly.
"No, no, no, this little injury is unnecessary."
Jimo Qiu's eyes seemed to disapprove.
Gong Xiqiu said: "I'll just shed my skin."
Although his cultivation level has not yet reached the level of being able to regenerate severed limbs, in a sense, this is stronger than regenerating severed limbs. As long as he still has a trace of his heart and a breath left, he can use the totem
Molting accelerates recovery from injuries.
Almost immortal.
Gong Xiqiu guessed that this might be related to his death once.
He wasn't going to confess this matter to his eldest nephew, not because he was on guard, but because the night of genocide had passed, and he didn't want his relatives to worry about it anymore. Fortunately, Jimo Qiu didn't mean to get to the bottom of it: "That's okay, okay.
.”
The process of Gong Xiqiu's molting looks quite interesting.
First, it transforms into the original form of a totem, which is coiled around the sharp edges on the body surface. It squirms and crawls in the darkness, allowing the congestion forced out of the meridians to blend into the fake skin that is about to be discarded. After the molting is completed, it will be tender, smooth, and flawless.
's new body.
only--
"My eldest nephew looks at me like this, which makes me feel embarrassed."
Gong Xiqiu has traveled all over the mainland in the past few years. Apart from looking for his brother and nephew, he has not left behind in martial arts. He is often injured. In the past, he shed his skin and healed his injuries without feeling anything was wrong. But now he was stared at by five pairs of eyes.
The illusion of being watched.
Jimo Qiu staggered his eyes.
The injury was not too serious and the molting process went smoothly.
After the molting, his skin was so tender and shiny.
The five eldest nephews gathered around the fire.
The earthenware pot above the fire was boiling gurgling broth. It was a few big snakes that Shao Chong caught out of boredom. The meat was tender and smooth, and it could be cooked with full color, flavor and flavor without much seasoning.
For the first time in his life, Gong Xiqiu knew what it meant to be timid when close to home.
When the situation was crisis before, he didn't have to worry much about his emotions. He could just follow his heart and get to know his eldest nephew. Now that the crisis was over, he suddenly realized that he and his eldest nephew were completely strangers before today. Counting the time, eldest nephew
It hasn’t been long since I lost my father.
Thinking of this, Gong Xiqiu's heart softened.
He ignored Chao Lian and others.
He sat down directly next to Jimo Qiu and took the initiative to find a topic: "Eldest nephew, how have you and your eldest brother been doing these years?"
Jimoqiu stopped while stirring the sticks of the bonfire in his hand.
My mind was stuck for a few seconds.
He has been following his teachers and them all these years.
The teacher is the only Gongxi person.
Could the "eldest brother" mentioned by the second uncle refer to the teacher?
The teacher...is his father?
Jimoqiu quickly denied this speculation.
The teacher had previously admitted that he was still a stay-at-home man who had never had a wife or children in his life. He only devoted himself to seeking destiny and proving that manpower could defeat God. He could not slander the old man's reputation all his life. If there was really a father-son relationship, the teacher would not have to do it.
He concealed himself and never confessed before his death.
Furthermore, the teacher was still a person from a hundred years ago. How old is the second uncle in front of me? Grandma can't give birth to a younger brother for the teacher at the age of 100, right? Or is it that Gong Xiqiu is actually nearly a hundred years old? This is true.
Perhaps, the age of a brave warrior is difficult to estimate. Jimo Qiu was filled with doubts in his heart.
Gong Xiqiu, however, had the wrong idea. He scratched his braid in annoyance, grabbed the boy's broad shoulders with both hands, and promised him word for word: "It's the second uncle's fault, and I shouldn't mention the eldest brother. Even though the eldest brother is gone, from today on
, my second uncle will treat you as his own!"
What he said was sonorous and powerful.
A pair of tiger eyes were also slightly covered with red threads.
If he didn't want to upset his eldest nephew who was going through the pain of losing his father, he would really want to cry on his shoulder at this moment. It was true that his eldest nephew lost his father, but he also lost the only eldest brother he had never seen in his life.
.The pain of losing a brother is no less painful than losing a father.
Jimoqiu was shocked by his promise.
For a long time, while Gong Xiqiu waited nervously, the face similar to Gong Xiqiu nodded slightly.
Jimo Qiu said: "Well, okay...two..."
Although he accepted Gong Xiqiu in his heart, he still couldn't say "Second Uncle" for some reason. Jimo Qiu's eyes flickered, he pursed his lips and lowered his head. Gong Xiqiu saw his embarrassment and discomfort and whispered:
"Don't be anxious, take your time."
Jimo Qiu breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes."
Gong Xiqiu suddenly thought of something else.
His eyes were full of expectation: "Where's Thirteen?"
Where are the thirteen nephews left by his eldest brother and sister-in-law?
Shaochong, who was sucking the snake meat slices, didn't expect Gong Xiqiu to mention him. He looked up blankly and looked at him: "Looking for me?"
Gong Xiqiu saw Shao Chong's face clearly.
With a snap, the inner expectations were dashed.
Frowning, he said unhappily: "Why is it you?"
Tsk, it made him happy in vain.
Shaochong was like a dog that passed by to watch the fun but got kicked. He was innocent and aggrieved: "Why can't it be me?"
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Gong Xiqiu: I finally found my eldest nephew! But my eldest brother died miserably...
