But when the cold light flashed, the sword shone brightly like black ice reflecting the sun, and it was as bright as a rainbow breaking through the sky. A cold murderous intent shot out, blowing up a cold wind in the dark hall.
Zhang Yuhuan only felt the air beside him rise like smoke clouds as the cold wind swept by. In an instant, it turned into a huge three-meter-tall figure. He slowly opened his eyes, holding swords in both hands, and stood behind him in the void.
Thin and small figures were all shrouded in it.
The human figure wears a flat crown on his head, white jade beads hanging down, a green and black crown robe, embroidered with the sun, moon and stars, mountain dragons, Chinese insects, fire algae Zongyi, embroidered rice, a jade belt around his waist, a red coat on his feet, a beard with leopard eyes,
A majestic one.
"Now that I have pulled out the Kui Dragon, I will be blessed by Gu!" the figure said in a deep voice, his voice like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, loud and long.
Zhang Yuhuan only felt the fighting spirit in his body, with golden light flowing all over his body. With a roar, he rushed in front of several big men. However, he saw the shadow of the sword flying and the cold light burning. In the blink of an eye, only a thin figure was still standing in the entire hall, his long sword tilted.
Pointing, with a fierce look in his eyes, he said disdainfully to the big men whose clothes were stained with blood: "Call the police yourself!"
Although several big men didn't understand how a child could be beaten into such a virtuous state, if they hesitated any longer, they were afraid of being killed by the murderer in front of them. Regardless of the pain, they scrambled to get up and took out their mobile phones with trembling hands.
Call the police.
"Hello? 110? Ah, I surrender!"
"I'm guilty! Come and catch me! Please, hurry up!"
"Yes, yes, museum, yes, I smashed it, come quickly, yes, that's right, the sooner the better!"
The empty hall was in a mess. The tall figure turned his head and glanced at Zhou Tongchen indifferently, with a rather complicated look in his eyes. The latter looked at him, just smiled slightly, and then closed his eyes.
The figure seemed to sigh, and his body twisted, turning into a stream of light, attached to the sword body, but seeing the red light flowing, the sword body above the sword grid suddenly showed two seal characters: Kui Long!
Zhang Yuhuan looked up along the word "Kui Long" and saw the cold light of the sword flickering. Although it was broad and thick, the blade was extremely sharp. It was hard to imagine that it had a history of 1,600 years!
"Yu Huan..." Zhou Tongchen's voice suddenly sounded, very clear.
Zhang Yuhuan followed the sound. At this time, Zhou Tongchen no longer tilted his mouth or squinted his eyes. He waved to him with a smile. He ran over with great joy in his heart: "Grandpa Zhou, are you healed?!"
Zhou Tongchen pursed his lips with a smile, looked at Zhang Yuhuan who was squatting in front of him, and reached out to wipe away the blood stains on his forehead: "Yu Huan, grandpa has something to ask you, can you promise grandpa?"
Zhang Yuhuan blinked his eyes and responded simply: "Grandpa, just say it!"
Zhou Tongchen's smile became more and more obvious, and he took out two keys from his pocket: "This is the key to my house. From now on, everything in there belongs to you. You can use the table in my study and the drawer in the middle."
Open this key, and there is a book inside, which belongs to you, so you must keep it safe."
"Grandpa, what about you?"
"I'm old and can't use it anymore."
"I don't want it. I just want grandpa to tell me stories. I think grandpa still has many stories to tell me." A child's rejection is always the most straightforward.
Zhou Tongchen took out his mobile phone with a smile and made a call: "Yes, my name is Zhang Yuhuan, he is the son of Xiao Qi from the museum. Yes, all the procedures, um, and the Kuilong Sword, must have been completed smoothly, yes... okay...
, go and do it.”
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Tongchen continued: "Yu Huan, do you know that you are different from others?"
"Different? My classmates also said that to me, saying that I am different from them."
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Tongchen laughed and said, "What I said is different, that's not the case. Bring your hand." As he said that, he spread his fingers and extended his palm toward him.
Zhang Yuhuan subconsciously stretched out his hand and pressed it on Zhou Tongchen's palm. This white and tender hand was only the size of the latter's palm. The big and small hands were facing each other. Zhang Yuhuan only felt that the tentacles were cold and the skin of the big hand was loose and fleshy.
Soft, shriveled and old.
However, a scene that surprised him slowly appeared in front of him. In his eyes, Zhou Tongchen's whole body was filled with white energy, real and ethereal, and his own hand gradually rolled up with a golden energy. He had never seen it before.
I have heard of the existence of "Qi", so I don't know what the two churning gases in front of me are.
Zhou Tongchen was sure from Zhang Yuhuan's curious eyes that he could also see these qi, so he smiled and said: "This is called qi. You and I are the same kind of people."
"Qi?" Zhang Yuhuan muttered with his eyes widened, looking at the two-color gas that was constantly rolling in his hands, one large and one small.
The two-color gas, one white and one gold, glowed faintly in the darkness, constantly intertwined and churning. It looked extremely mysterious, wrapping the bodies of the old and the young in it, like naughty elves in the night, surrounding them.
Around the two of them.
"You like this sword very much, so grandpa will give it to you, okay?" Zhou Tongchen said suddenly.
"Really...really?" Zhang Yuhuan couldn't believe his ears.
Although he had imagined countless times that he could hold this sword, but just after the battle, his blood was so strong that he could no longer care about it. After a battle, he could somewhat make up for this small extravagant wish deep in his heart.
When he heard that Zhou Tongchen was going to give the Kuilong Sword to him, he didn't know how to answer.
Zhou Tongchen chuckled and said: "Of course it's true, but I also have conditions."
"Conditions? Grandpa, please tell me!" The child's wish was simple and straightforward. At that time, Zhang Yuhuan had only one idea. As long as he could get Kui Long, he would do his best no matter what the conditions were.
"I want to accept you as my apprentice, are you willing?" Zhou Tongchen said with a smile.
"Apprentice..." Although Zhou Tongchen looked like this and didn't know what else he could teach him, he immediately knelt down in front of the wheelchair, nodded his head three times with a respectful expression, and said loudly: "Master, here you are.
Disciple Zhang Yuhuan bows!"
Zhou Tongchen smiled from ear to ear and said quickly: "Get up, get up."
When Zhang Yuhuan stood up, Zhou Tongchen said again: "I don't have much time. All I have learned in my life is recorded in the book in the drawer in the middle of the desk. You must study and act carefully. This Kuilong is your teacher."
You must take good care of what is given to you, as if it were your own life!"
After a slight hesitation, Zhou Tongchen continued: "It's a pity that I met you too late. If only I had met you earlier... Alas... Fortunately, God has been kind to me and gave you to me when I was about to give up.
The sword recognizes its master, and it will accompany you as your master from now on."
"Master..." Zhang Yuhuan felt an inexplicable ripple in his heart as he listened to Zhou Tongchen's explanation. However, at his young age, he could not fully understand this feeling.
Zhou Tongchen smiled and waved to him: "Please show me your sword again."
Zhang Yuhuan obediently handed the sword over, and this move became the thing he regretted most so far!
Zhou Tongchen caressed the blade of the sword lovingly, his eyes were intoxicated, as if he were looking at his beloved, he was cautious, and murmured in his mouth: "When the Kui dragon comes out, it will drink blood before returning. If you don't sacrifice the soul of the dead, it will never be done again. Yu Huan
Now, please remember that when you are born as a human being, you should have a purpose. You and I are both born to protect you, and you can also die to protect us. Come and pick up this sword!"
The moment Zhang Yuhuan's little hand touched the hilt of the sword, Zhou Tongchen suddenly exerted force, and the sword blade shone with a cold light and was directly dragged into his body.
"Puff!" With a soft sound, Kui Long pierced Zhou Tongchen's heart.
"Master!" Zhang Yuhuan was shocked and wanted to withdraw Kui Long like crazy, but Zhou Tongchen held the sword tightly with both hands and pierced the sword into his heart, looking at Zhang Yuhuan with a smile and loving eyes.
, nodded slowly.
With a heavy tilt of Zhou Tongchen's head, he left.
Zhang Yuhuan burst into tears. He hugged Zhou Tongchen's gradually cooling body and cried like crazy: "Master! Master!"
The big men next to him were stunned and looked at each other.
The police arrived quickly and handled the matter very efficiently. While Zhang Yuhuan was recording his confession, a lawyer came to the police station, communicated with the police, and took Zhang Yuhuan away.
The rest of the handover matters were all arranged by Zhou Tongchen during the phone call before his death. Zhang Yuhuan also buried Zhou Tongchen with the help of his mother.
Regarding Zhou Tongchen's inheritance, he only took one book and one sword, and left the rest to his family to take care of.
The following year, the museum closed due to some reasons, Zhang's mother also lost her job, and Zhang's father began to move around the country due to work reasons, so his mother simply took him from one city to another, without a fixed residence.
Being in the same family is considered a reunion, and you don’t have to suffer from lovesickness.
"That's it. It wasn't until later that I realized that Master's so-called "Return of Light" was not a cure for an illness. He knew that he didn't have much time left, so he chose the path he wanted to choose most. Maybe if it were me, I would do the same.
Make the same choice." Zhang Yuhuan said slowly, drunk and with a silly smile on his face.
"It turns out that Mr. Zhou is also a strange person..." After listening to Zhang Yuhuan's story, Li Moyan felt mixed emotions in his heart.
Yin Kaixi stood up and sat next to Zhang Yuhuan, hugged the latter's head, and comforted him: "Okay, Yuhuan, we are all a family from now on. If anything happens, we will shoulder it together, and the eldest sister will take the lead for you!" As he said,
Then he pulled Zhang Yuhuan to his chest and patted the latter's head gently.
Zhang Yuhuan was pulled by Yin Kaixi, and his whole face was directly buried in Yin Kaixi's plump breasts. He only felt warm and soft, so uncomfortable, but he came to his senses immediately, his body collapsed, and he stood up quickly, his face flushed with embarrassment.
Like a tomato: "Sister...yes...sorry...!"
"Hey, Sister Yin, please stop teasing me. I'm only seventeen years old, not yet a minor. You are legally responsible. Starting in three years, the maximum penalty is the death penalty. If you want to come, come at me. Let go.
Yu Huan." The twins looked at him with their eyes widened, wishing they could be Zhang Yu Huan instead.
"Hey, twins, do you still have this heart? Why don't you and Shiyue switch over tonight and live in my house?" Yin Kaixi said flirtatiously with her charming eyes.
"Yeah... I'm scared, okay, I'll give it in!" The twins were really at this point, and they started to get scared.
At this time, a tall man came to the booth where everyone was sitting in the Thirteen Houses, and nodded politely at Yin Kaixi. When Yin Kaixi looked at the features of the person, he was obviously a foreigner. He had neat blond hair, deep blue eyes, a tall and burly figure, and was dressed in pure white.
The suit looked polite, and he lost himself in an instant, pretending to be shy and waving to him: "Hi!"
But she didn't expect that the foreigner just nodded to her, then came straight to Murong Duo and asked in a gentlemanly manner in fluent Chinese: "Hello, miss, can I make a friend?"
As soon as these words came out, the hearts of everyone in the 13th institute were raised directly to their throats, and they unanimously turned their attention to the unit member whose face was as dark as ice and iron!