Lin's tone was almost questioning. Jiang Yan shook his head and replied, "People with relevant knowledge told me not to touch it, but the fallen handle is obviously not part of the knife. It seems that you know that the wooden handle is
Where did it come from?"
Lin stroked his beard, "I certainly know where this knife came from. After all, it is a token shown to me by an old friend. We have agreed that if someone comes to Longmen with this thing to find me, I will try my best to help him."
A favor."
Wait, let's put it this way... "I thought you knew, it's not my place to say this." Jiang Yan thought that Lin already knew everything, but he didn't seem to understand what happened. "You let me
The fake fang clown I caught claimed to be Kasumi, the ninja of the Fengma family, and she told me... the Fengma family was wiped out."
Snap - the exquisite tea cup cracked in the old man's palm, and blood mixed with tea soup dripped on Lin's long clothes. The Rat King opened his mouth to say something, but various looks flashed across his face one by one. After all, it was
He couldn't say anything. "Is this it? This is it." Lin dropped the fragments in his hands to the ground without any courtesy, without any intention of bandaging them.
"I received an animal messenger across the mountains and seas. There was only one sentence in the mailbox, saying that someone was coming to see me with the token and hoped that I could help. The handwriting was illegible and the ink was not so even. I also said it was something important.
It's a big deal, but now it seems like it's the final work of an old friend." Lin looked a little lonely, but this state obviously wouldn't last long on his face. After touching a piece of cloth to wrap up the wound, Lin asked, "
So, can you tell me now what you are wondering about?"
Seeing that Lin had changed the subject, Jiang Yan didn't intend to sting the old man anymore, but he had to do so because of what he wanted to investigate now. "I told you, Heigang once took over an investigation task, and this task is
It was carried out by me. There is a small building in the red light district used to hide the forbidden properties of the powerful, and a male prostitute named Taiyi disappeared mysteriously there. His clogs had the same carvings as this pattern."
Lin sighed, "What's a good omen? It's clearly trouble."
"Sorry, I just don't want to lie."
Lin silently picked up a tea cup and started the complicated tea ceremony again. Jiang Yan waited until he finished drinking the tea in the cup again, and then Lin slowly spoke.
"When I was young, Longmen was not what it is now. It was much more chaotic, and it was not as prosperous as it is now. To regulate Longmen like that, it was impossible to rely on the power of one person or one party, so
The first Longmen was also filled with people from all over the world. Just when the battle was about to end and the days gradually calmed down, I met a Dongguo man who was about the same age as me.
"In Longmen at that time, it was very nervous when a new face came. It was even more so if someone came suddenly and asked questions. One day they arrested a Dongguo man and said that he would start as soon as he arrived at the dock.
I looked for people everywhere to ask about the situation in Longmen. This is how I met the head of the Feng Mo family, their young master at the time."
Recalling the past, Lin's eyes were full of nostalgia for the past. "At that time, he was walking out of the house, fulfilling the tradition of every family head to travel to distant places before taking the throne. The young ninja was not as wary and curious as the rumors.
He talked to everyone he could come into contact with. He never imagined that he would be put in front of a local snake for this reason. The scene was really funny. Later, we experienced many things and eventually became good friends.
His family heirloom was a knife with a strange length and an exquisite wood-carved scabbard. Opening the scabbard, he showed me the true appearance of the knife inside and the patterns on the scabbard.
"My pseudonym is Kazama, my real surname is Fuma, and I am the young master of a ninja family in the Eastern Kingdom. He told me this and explained the meaning of patterns and travel. Patterns are the crest of their family, and every young master has
The purpose of traveling with this sword is not all to increase their knowledge. Their most important mission is to find the next lord who can control this weapon and can be served by them."
Hearing this, Jiang Yan couldn't help but ask, "As a ninja, their family has no one serving them?"
Lin nodded, "This is indeed beyond common sense, but it is indeed true. According to what he said, the original owner of this short sword was an old but highly skilled foreigner who saved the first head of the family in a critical moment.
His family assisted this righteous man from a foreign country to drive away the strange beasts that had been threatening the village. From then on, they made an oath with the first lord: taking heaven and earth as a lesson, the Feng Demon family will always respect the user of this weapon.
Lord, regardless of bloodline or origin. The three-petal pattern represents the righteous man, the first wind demon and heaven and earth. The crescent moon underneath actually refers to this weapon. Unfortunately, the strong man wields
After Hexi left, I never saw anyone who could pull out this sword."
In other words, since the death of the first protagonist, the Feng Demon Family has never found a partner that meets the agreement at that time. "I'm afraid this is unreasonable." Hodel deduced, "A weapon is a weapon, and no matter how sophisticated the weapon is, it will not be completely incapable of defeat."
Being used by outsiders. It would be understandable if it requires Originium skills like the Sakta people's guns, but it is just a cold weapon."
Lin agreed with Hodel's statement, "Yes, an ordinary cold weapon will naturally not choose its owner, but this one is different. It is like being welded in a leather sheath. No matter how I try, it will find its owner."
Even the best warriors could not be shaken in the slightest. It is said that there was a bad guy in the Fengma family who found ten people to work together, and the blade was only pulled out of the sheath a finger-width apart, and then it was like being pulled by some wild beast.
It seemed like it was living, and it was sucked back into the scabbard.
"But thanks to its craftsmanship that is obviously different from other weapons, we later learned that this weapon seemed to be made by the Agor people. At that time, I also heard that there was a group of Agor people who fought against monsters beyond common sense.
Warriors are called deep-sea hunters, but these people are not so easy to find. Occasionally, the Agor people who sailed from their homeland were also invited by him to give it a try, but when this group of people with Agor blood came into contact
When it touched the hilt of the knife, what happened was incomprehensible and scary."