Meet the moon again

Chapter 11

Liu Wengui sat quietly on the boulder by the stream, tilted his head, his eyelids were half drooping, and his slender eyelashes covered the tiny brilliance in his eyes.The creek turned a corner with a rush, and gradually went away around the boulder.

The valley was shrouded in smoke, wrapping around his body, as if he was in a sea of ​​clouds.The long sword submerged in the ground made a lingling sound, as if talking to him.The corner of Liu Wengui's mouth curled up in a conversing arc, probably in response.

After a while, he looked towards the hazy part of the smoke screen - a black figure appeared between the milky white clouds and mist. The man was thin and tall, with long hair falling down his waist, and he was slowly walking towards him.

"You are finally willing to come to me." The man said slowly.His voice is pleasant, like the waves of pines in spring, clear and pure.His voice was eight points like Liu Wengui's, but his tone was even more turbulent.

Liu Wengui never saw his face clearly, but this did not hinder their conversation.He raised his eyelids lightly, cast his eyes on the place where he was standing, and said indifferently: "Why don't I come when you make such a commotion?"

"If you hadn't left me here, why would I have made such a fuss?" The man asked back, abruptly substituting the conversation into a situation of "continuous cutting, but still chaos".

Liu Wengui was silent for a while, and the man continued: "I feel him coming out."

Seeing that Liu Wengui didn't answer, he said again: "Are you here to take me away? Because the development of the matter seems to be different from what you imagined, so you need me."

Liu Wengui frowned, as if he hated the feeling of being seen through, but he couldn't say anything, the source of everything was in himself.

He looked at that person through the mist, as if he was about to crash into the other person's heart.

He got up and walked towards the man step by step.He walked extremely slowly, every step seemed to be after a short thought, the black shadow gradually got closer to him, and he heard the man laughing softly: "You and I are one, you shouldn't Leave me here."

"You tortured me to the point of madness." Liu Wengui answered coldly.

"Aren't you going to make me go crazy? I was born because of what happened back then, and I spend all my time in a state of madness. It's not me that makes you go crazy, it's you."

Liu Wengui lowered his eyes, wondering if it was because of the light, the scar on his face faded a bit, and his facial features became three-dimensional.

But this change was only for a moment, and at the moment he was swallowed by the mist, everything returned to its original state.

Liu Wengui's body was submerged in the smoke, and gradually approached the black shadow. After 1 minute, the black shadow seemed to be absorbed by him, and slowly merged into his body.

Layers of smoke dissipated, Liu Wengui wiped off the fine sweat from his forehead, his knees softened, and he couldn't stop supporting himself on the boulder.

He panted lowly, a faint black breath lingered around him, bloodshot eyes climbed to the whites of his eyes, and his eyes began to turn red, like watercolors that had been dyed bright colors.The stone surface he touched suddenly collapsed downward, and the broken stones rolled down from above, fell into the weeds ten centimeters high, and then slipped into the stream all the way and went downstream.

The black air was near and far away, quiet and moving, it should be a contest with Liu Wen Guiyin.The surrounding long swords were also affected, and they all made buzzing and trembling sounds.

A stream of pure spiritual power rolled out of Liu Wengui's body, and immediately bit the black energy, entangled and struggled endlessly.

The nameless wind swayed outwards around him, and the green waves rolled in the valley. The moment the gravel touched the blade of the sword, it was bounced away with a gentle force, and rolled away for a long distance.

The wind stops.

Liu Wengui supported the boulder and stood up.

He squeezed a spell in his hand, and briefly cleaned the sweat on his body and the sweat-soaked clothes.Then, he walked slowly towards the place he came from.

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Qi Lin sat beside the stele for about an hour, the dogtail grass in his mouth flickered, as if it would fall to the ground in a second.

His head rested on the stele, and the hair on the back of his head was already in a mess.His eyes drifted and fell on the mountain wall in the distance, his eyes were light, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Maybe it was the "shock" of the words he loved before, which made him not recover for a while.

When Liu Wengui walked back, he saw such a scene.

He no longer suppressed the sound of his footsteps, the soles of his shoes rubbed against the spread of green grass, making a rustling sound.

He walked to Qi Lin's side and stood still, letting himself cast a shadow on him.

Qi Lin tilted his head dully, spat out the dog's tail grass, and said, "It doesn't want to go with me."

It refers to Qingshuang naturally.

After Zhong Qing's remnant soul dissipated, Qi Lin stepped forward to hold Qingshuang's sword hilt, but what was waiting for him was the rejection from the spirit sword itself.The spiritual power on the sword burned his hand, which was a bit more painful than the stick that Hunian had previously.

Qi Lin reluctantly let go, but didn't dare to try again.

Even after Zhong Qing said those words, it is reasonable for Qingshuang to deny him.But he just couldn't make it through, how could he be so ruthless, even unwilling to give him the last few thoughts?Or did he really think that he would break his most beloved saber to take revenge on him?

"Go to the Sword Hut and pick another spirit sword." Liu Wengui said stiffly.

Qi Lin stood up, patted the grass clippings on his clothes, and returned to the previous appearance of talking and laughing.He raised his eyebrows at Liu Wengui, and said: "You take me, an outsider, to your sword hut to pick up weapons, won't you be afraid of being gossiped about?"

Liu Wengui said: "As long as you can afford the money, the Sword House is open to everyone."

Qi Lin laughed again: "People who practice Taoism still think about this little money, what a bunch of unscrupulous sword cultivators."

"Isn't senior also an unscrupulous demon cultivator?" Liu Wengui laughed softly.

Qi Lin was choked up by Liu Wengui, but instead of being angry, he smiled, and his eyes were stained with a different kind of brilliance, "You went here, but it's much more interesting than before, what kind of happy event did you meet? ?”

Liu Wengui was stunned for a moment, his mouth opened and closed, but he didn't say any rebuttal words.

After a while, he whispered, "It's not a happy event."

However, Qi Lin didn't hear his voice as thin as a mosquito's feet.

He turned around and looked towards the narrow valley, and said to Liu Wengui with a smile, "But I don't have any money now, are you going to give me a sword?"

Liu Wengui: "You can write an IOU."

"I never give an IOU. After all, I always keep my word. But if I forget, then it's nothing like this... Let's go, take me to spend some money."

Qi Lin didn't look back, so he didn't see that at the moment they left, Qingshuang, who was standing quietly among the sword group, suddenly turned into a little bit of clear light, and dissipated into the clouds and mist along the whistling wind .

Both of them tacitly didn't mention what they had seen and heard in the sword mound, they went up the mountain in silence, and turned outside the sword hut along the long corridor with carved beams and painted buildings.

Jian Hut is an independent small pavilion, only three stories high.Entering the main entrance is a huge wooden cabinet, and behind it are shelves divided into several grids. It looks a bit like an ancient pharmacy.

The man on duty today is a young man, wearing a light blue bunt, his sideburns have been shaved clean, and there is a word "sword" on the back of his forehead.He was lying on the side of the counter, snoring loudly, sleeping for an unknown time, even the sound of Qi Lin kicking away the fallen soda cans on the floor didn't wake him up.

"Do you want to wake up?" Qi Lin turned around and asked Liu Wengui, "You Jianzong, what punishment is there for being lazy during the day?"

"Squat for an hour." Liu Wengui returned.

"Tsk." Qi Lin said, "It's really inhuman."

Liu Wengui ignored his words, but said indifferently: "Let's go to the second floor first, and see if there is any weapon in hand."

"Actually, I think my previous fan was quite good. It's a pity that it was broken by the elders of your Jianzong at that time, and I couldn't even repair it." He seemed to be complaining, but his tone was so flat that he seemed to be declaring An ordinary past event.

Liu Wengui's eyes were dim, like stars covered by dark clouds.He took Qi Lin upstairs and asked him to see what weapons he liked, while he went to the other side to wander around.

Qi Lin has learned swordsmanship.What he learned is actually very complicated, but not refined.He has practiced knives, swords, spears, and halberds, but he is not proficient, just mediocre.After being together with Zhong Qing, the other party also taught him some sword skills, and he also thought that he had spent a few times earnestly during the rare lingering moments when he was learning swords, which was considered a small achievement, but compared to a sword repairer like Liu Wengui, There is still a gap.

He has a short sword, which is gathered by his own spiritual energy, and it is not durable. Once he is injured, his spiritual power will not be able to support the blade, which is considered a bit tasteless.

There are not only swords but also other weapons in the sword hut.

Qi Lin thought that if he picked up another sword, wouldn't he have to practice for several more hours every day?But he doesn't know how to use swordsmanship, and the previous sword manual has long since fallen somewhere, and there is no one to guide him - but there is still a ready-made guide.

He seemed to have listened to Zhong Qing's words subconsciously, planning some of his future life, but he himself never paid attention.

In the end Qi Lin picked out an iron fan and a long sword.

The iron fan was something he discovered by accident. The iron is cold iron, which is better than the one he had before, but it is a little uglier. There are four-dimensional birds and beasts carved on the fan. Qi Lin thought that it could still save one or two people. of.When he found this fan, it was lying in a corner, covered with dust, probably because it was too ugly, so no one would choose it—but among a bunch of sword repairmen, fans are definitely not popular.Even other monks rarely choose fans as weapons.

The long sword was chosen by Liu Wengui.Qi Lin chose a small dagger at first, but the other party put the sword into his arms in a daze, and said, "This sword is suitable for you."

All right, among other things, Qi Lin still has to trust the sword masters' ability to choose swords.

It's just that the sword... looks familiar.

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_(:3」∠)_Some questions involve spoilers, I really can't answer... But! !I can only say that I won’t change my attack [that means I didn’t say it]