Hei Lang nodded and said, "Have you heard of the Origin Dao Stone?"
He Yidao was startled. He seemed to have seen this name somewhere. Then he thought about it carefully and then said: "It seems that this kind of strange stone of heaven and earth is recorded in my master's inheritance." He Yidao's eyes suddenly changed, "Is it possible?
…”
Hei Lang said: "Yes, the knife in your hand is made from the Origin Dao Stone."
He Yidao stared at the lucky knife in his hand, a little disbelieving, "Isn't it a little too big..."
Hei Lang said: "Actually, the person who practices evil heretics wanted to get this knife because he mistakenly thought it was a black ink stone. The black ink stone is a unique auxiliary material that enhances the strength of flying swords, and it is also rare in the world.
It is a divine material. And some of the properties of the Origin Dao Stone are similar to those of the Black Ink Stone, so it is normal to confuse the Black Ink Stone with the Origin Dao Stone."
"Furthermore, there are probably only a handful of people in the wilderness who know the Origin Dao Stone, including you and me."
He Yidao nodded, knowing that what Senior Heilang said was not wrong.
"Senior, what are the characteristics of this knife?"
Hei Lang looked at the knife in He Yidao's hand and said unhurriedly: "The Origin Dao Stone is the origin of the world. Each piece has any of the peculiar characteristics of the origin of the world. Some are extremely hot, some are extremely cold, and some are extremely cold.
It’s even out of reach and elusive.”
"And this knife of yours is, coincidentally, exactly as its name suggests."
He Yidao said: "Lucky?!"
There was a smile in Hei Lang's eyes, neither admitting nor denying, and said: "This knife has no fate with me. I once saw that your mother had a fate with it, so I gave it to your parents.
I thought that this knife actually had no connection with your parents, but it brought disaster to them. But when it was in your hands, I realized that this fate was with you."
He Yidao murmured: "Is it fate again?"
Hei Lang nodded and said, "The word fate is too mysterious."
He Yidao said: "Thank you, senior, for your advice."
The black wolf lowered its head, and his eyes happened to look at He Yidao's chest. He smiled and said, "You have a lot of karma."
He Yidao was confused and didn't understand what Hei Lang meant, so he asked: "What do you mean, senior?"
The black wolf narrowed his eyes and said nothing. "You and I are destined, so let me give you one last gift."
He Yidao was stunned. He didn't know what the gift Hei Lang was talking about, and he didn't dare to accept it.
However, the black wolf had no intention of asking for He Yidao's consent. The black wolf's eyes suddenly erupted with an astonishing light, making it difficult to look directly at him. All he could see was that its paws gently raised their hands, a little in the air.
All of a sudden, He Yidaobian felt a huge force coming towards his chest. And at this time, his body seemed to be placed in a frame, unable to move.
call!
He Yidao took a deep breath and felt a tearing pain in his heart, as if a knife was constantly stirring in his heart.
"bump!"
He Yidao's chest suddenly heard a crackling sound, and then, He Yidao felt that he had regained control of his body, but at this time, a strong feeling of weakness also hit his heart.
Fatigue came over him, and He Yidao couldn't resist even if he tried to brace himself. His vision went dark, and he lay in the mountains covered with snow.
Black Wolf looked at He Yidao lying on the ground, the stars in his eyes became more and more profound and charming, and he said slowly: "Old friend, I don't know if helping him will bring great disaster to my monster...
"
Hei Lang looked up at the snow falling in the sky, stood up slowly, and walked towards the rolling mountains behind him. He sighed, "Maybe this is why you can transcend and I can't..."
The figure of the black wolf gradually blurred, as if it had turned into a ball of breath, slowly disappearing between heaven and earth.
And He Yidao, who was lying on the snow, suddenly disappeared.
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The next morning.
He Yidao slowly stood up.
He got up a little late today because Wang Dashi had already finished chopping firewood.
Wang Dashi looked at He Yidao who had just dragged the wicker chair out with some weirdness, as if he didn't understand why He Yidao, who was always punctual, got up so late today.
He Yidao came to his old spot, felt the sunshine and felt very comfortable, so he lay down here.
When he first got up, he was very surprised as to why he slept in the room instead of in the snow, but he was relieved for a moment.
He did not think that what happened last night was a dream, because that kind of pain could not be felt in a dream.
He Yidao thought of the white wolf's methods and understood why he returned to the room.
He no longer thought about it, lying on a wicker chair and basking in the sun was much more interesting than worrying about this.
Life goes on as usual, and during holidays, He Yidao burns some paper money on his parents' graves.
In this way, three years passed.
He Yidao is twelve years old this year. He is very handsome now and his facial features have grown.
Moreover, his height has reached about 1.78 meters, and he looks very comfortable when he changes into white clothes.
In the past three years, He Yidao has spoken very little, and his favorite thing is to lie on a wicker chair. This should not be what a teenager should do, but He Yidao's mental age is already very old.
After he avenged his parents, he couldn't find the meaning of life.
Perhaps, the meaning of life is to live.
On this day, before He Yidao dragged his wicker chair to the yard to bask in the sun, two people were already standing in front of the door of He Yidao's house.
One person is wearing white clothes, while the other person is wearing green clothes. They are both very simple, without any fancy decorations. But if you look closely, you will find that the materials of the clothes on both of them are very delicate.
As soon as Wang Dashi saw this person, he felt that these two people were definitely not ordinary people, because the elegant and otherworldly temperament in them was definitely not something ordinary people could possess.
Wang Dashi walked over quickly and asked, "I wonder what you two are doing here?"
Liu Yinan watched Wang Dashi step forward cautiously with a tentative tone, and explained to him with a smile: "We are waiting for our uncle."
"Uncle?!" Wang Dashi was confused. He naturally didn't think that He Yidao could be someone else's uncle at such an old age: "Did you two go to the wrong place?"
Liu Yinan smiled without saying a word and stood in front of the door, no longer explaining.
Wang Dashi saw that the two men ignored him, so he planned to knock on He Yidao's door. He was afraid that these two people were here to seek revenge. He wanted to warn He Yidao earlier, because Wang Dashi knew that He Yidao would never
Not an ordinary person.
If He Yidao knows martial arts, he is a Jianghu person. As for Jianghu people, if you don't look for trouble, trouble will come to you. This is common.
Wang Dashi walked to the door and was about to knock on the door.
Squeak.
The door opened automatically.
He Yidao, who was dressed in white, did not drag the wicker chair with him this time. Instead, he glanced at the two people behind Wang Dashi after opening the door.
"Uncle Master!" Liu Yinan and Xiao Wu saluted respectfully when they saw He Yidao opening the door.
Wang Dashi was a little stunned. He did not expect that He Yidao was really the uncle of the two people in front of him.
"Brother Dashi." He Yidao called.
"Hey...hey." Wang Dashi responded hurriedly.
He Yidao said: "Thank you for taking care of me these three years."
With that said, He Yidao took out a brocade bag from his arms, which contained all the gold leaves on He Yidao's body. He took Wang Dashi's hand and placed the brocade bag in Wang Dashi's hand.
"You should keep this money, it is of little use to me now."
Just when Wang Dashi was about to shirk, He Yidao said again: "I will leave soon. Where I am going, the money will not be used. Moreover, after I leave, my parents' graves will be left to you to help take care of them.
"
Seeing He Yidao's firm tone, Wang Dashi had no choice but to accept it.
When He Yidao saw Wang Dashi accept the money bag, he walked to the graves of his parents. There were two graves here. One was relatively deserted and overgrown with weeds, while the other had no weeds. You can see from this.
It turns out that no one cares about one tomb, but the other one is often taken care of.
That grave without weeds is the grave of He Qingyun and his wife.
He Yidao came to his parents' graves, slowly knelt down, and kowtowed heavily to his parents several times.
"Let's go." He Yidao slowly stood up and looked at Xiao Wu and Liu Yinan behind him.
"Yes, Uncle Master." As he said that, Liu Yinan opened the fan in his hand, and a silver-white flying sword flew out from the fan.
Liu Yinan suddenly made a big move, and He Yidao and Xiao Wu turned into two white lines and disappeared into the sky.
When Wang Dashi saw this scene, his eyes almost popped out of his head.