"We didn't do anything wrong back then."
The old man got drunk, had enough food for the first time in seven years, and had a peaceful sleep for the first time in seven years. Then he never opened his eyes again, and passed away in his sleep. The old man, who was called an old monster by the children in the village, had a peaceful face and a much calmer expression when he died, and his messy eyebrows relaxed.
The ferocious face, which seemed to have been bitten on one side by some monster, also became peaceful.
"Oh, what a pity."
"Someone came to look for him, but the old monster disappeared at this time."
Some people in the village sighed like this.
"Look at that face, even the wrinkles are not that deep. It must be that this young man promised to take him out, and then he became happy in his heart. When he was happy, he put things down, but it was not good. His heart was filled with things, thinking about something every day, and he could still hold his breath, but he put down the things in his heart, drank too much, and then he went away."
"It's such a pity that we were about to enjoy the blessing."
"Yeah, what a pity."
People said this with regrets in their mouths.
Old village chief is also very sorry, but he is also a warm-hearted person, helping to take care of this old weirdo's funeral.
Young Daoist stayed here to finish the posthumous affairs for the remaining cavalry captain. He didn't have enough money to buy a coffin, so he went back to the Ming Zhen Dao Alliance, exchanged the elixir for human money, and then asked the carpenter in the village to prepare the coffin. The old man put on clean clothes and 'sleeped' in the coffin.
He seemed to be hanging on a cliff, but still refused to give in. He held on for dear life and was determined to see some result. When he finally saw what he wanted to see, he finally let go and left. He left a suicide note, which was very simple, saying that he could just be buried in the mountain when he died, but there was one thing -
It should be facing the direction of the capital.
Everyone else said with emotion that he was indeed a former warrior, so loyal and brave.
Next to it is an iron knight's waist badge, which is made of iron and wood inlaid with copper, with characters cast in silver.
On the one hand, loyalty is written, and on the other hand, courage is written.
The young man touched it, and found that the loyal side was full of scratches, with the word "kill the thief" written all over it. It was already out of shape, and the word "brave" seemed to have been touched countless times and had been wiped out. On the day when old man was buried, the old village chief looked at it with emotion and took out a wine flask from his arms and said, "After seven years of drinking the worst wine, today is here. Let me open your eyes."
"Just to make you laugh, little brother, this was originally prepared for me."
"I said he drank stinky wine, and he laughed at me for not drinking good wine. How could I hold back such anger, so I asked my son to buy me this bottle of wine in Fucheng. But it was a good wine. After I got it back, I planned to take some time to open his eyes. I tried my best to think of ways in my mind. Hey, I'm not afraid of your jokes. Sometimes I feel happy just thinking about it."
"I thought I must let him see the world and embarrass himself, so that I can vent my anger."
"But when he left so suddenly, I felt it was boring and felt empty in my heart."
"I always feel like I've never had any good wine in my life. It's such a shame."
Old village chief poured the wine down.
Then he smiled sheepishly and left on crutches.
Young Daoist took the waist badge and buried it together with the wine.
Just as he wished in his suicide note, he was buried on the mountain, facing the direction of the capital. Young Daoist seemed to be able to see the lion-like eyes widening, staring in that direction, refusing to let go of his eyes until his death. He did not leave his name, and did not need any so-called tombstone. He was buried in the green mountains.
After the burial, there were some other things to do. When Qi WuHuo helped clean up the old man's house, he discovered that although the broken leg old man had been pawning various things for seven years and exchanging it for drunkenness, there was still one relic left. Old village chief was surprised and said, "This old man really still misses something... Little brother, come and help me..."
"Hiss, why is this thing so heavy!"
Old village chief shouted from inside the room.
Qi WuHuo After entering, he found that the old man was dragging a box.
Young Daoist stretched out his hand to hold it, but it felt extremely heavy. Even he lowered his wrist slightly and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Daomen walking Complete Three Talents is a special state.
Moreover, his essence came from [Heavenly Realm Great Yellow Court], and the foundation was replenished by meditating day and night for a year in the stars where the sun rises and the moon sets. In terms of strength, it was already extremely strong, and even he felt heavy. Knowing the weight of this thing, he pulled it outside in one breath and opened the box. Although it was broad daylight, he felt an indescribable cold air, soaking in like water.
Old village chief couldn't help but shudder.
It was a sword, a broad sword. The blade of an ordinary sword was only three fingers wide, but this sword was a full palm wide.
The sword is quite heavy.
For the ordinary Sword techniques, which is light and agile and focuses on picking and stabbing techniques, this sword is undoubtedly inappropriate.
Qi WuHuo practice <Primordial Sword Canon>, and you can tell at a glance that this is the sword Mystic Gate. It does not use tricks such as picking, but opens and closes widely, with chopping as the core. If you use the power of the mount, wear a strong sword, run at high speed with a weight of several kilograms or even tens of thousands of kilograms, and then slash with the trend, the monster will not be able to resist.
Old village chief held his knees and gasped for air. "Huh, huh, huh..."
"This old guy didn't expect that there is such a thing left."
"I thought he had mortgaged everything."
"For such a heavy sword, even if it was just for selling iron, the money would be enough for him to drink the best wine in our village until he died. He didn't even touch it. It seems that this thing is really important to him." Old village chief stretched out his hand to touch the sword, but it seemed as if something had stabbed him. Before he touched it, he felt severe pain in his wrist, and he subconsciously pulled it back.
I seemed to hear someone roaring in my ears, and the old Human Heart was so shocked that he shook his head and quickly looked around.
"Huh? What sound?"
"Did I hear wrongly?"
Qi WuHuo moved his fingers slightly, using Abhaya Mudra to make old village chief calm down in an instant of panic.
He follows his own way, and no matter what the Buddhist means, he can use it for me.
Old village chief's mood calmed down, and he just thought that he had heard wrongly, and quickly put the matter behind him. He chatted with Qi WuHuo for a while, and finally patted young Daoist on the shoulder and said with emotion, "This sword is his relic. You are a good boy. You didn't come for him, and you helped him see him off for the last time. This sword should be given to you."
"Don't look at me, old man. I'm old and my eyes are not blind."
"If it's his former relatives who come, hey, they won't even want to come to our village."
old man smiles lonely:
"I have to thank you."
"The old guy finally had a nice drink and had a good sleep."
The chief patted him on the shoulder and left on crutches.
Young Daoist watched old village chief leave. He squatted down and touched the blade of the sword with his fingers. He also felt the illusion of being pricked by thousands of fine needles. When he touched the sword for the first time, he subconsciously took it back, paused, stretched out his hand again, and stroked the blade of the sword with his palm. He felt the extremely rich energy bred in it. In his ears, he felt like hearing the roar of thousands of troops shouting in unison, and heard roars one after another.
Brush it from the edge of the sword to the hilt, and hold it together with the five fingers.
There was a pause.
He exerted his strength with his arms and suddenly lifted the sword.
Zheng!!!
The low sound of sword clanging exploded.
Layers of dust rippled around.
The blade of the sword swayed, and Qi WuHuo used his arms to lift the sword directly until it was parallel to the ground. The sword was placed horizontally in front of him. The sword was bright and seemed to be touched often. He could see the veteran drunkenly stroking the sword and roaring every night. The sword reflected the boy's eyes, but when Qi WuHuo looked at it, he seemed to be still the nine-year-old child who had gone through hell on earth.
After a moment of silence, he held the sword in his right hand and raised his left hand.
Bite the pulp of your finger and write on the sword body with the blood from your fingertip.
[Edict]!
Before Chaos, Primordial Scarlet Script.
In an instant, the aura burst out, and Qi WuHuo's clothes swayed. It seemed that it was inspired by this word, and he heard shouts and screams in his ears. Young Daoist's eyes were slightly closed, as if he saw many changes in the past, as if he saw countless sentient beings in the mortal world, many regrets, and many persistences--
'Amitabha Buddha, this disciple broke the precept today...'
'Senior brother, senior brother, my leg is broken... you go, you go!'
'Help, help us, Master, help us...'
'Conquer the devil, vanquish the devil!' 'The Immortal Dao cherishes life, save people immeasurably, disciple of the Sword Sect, draw your sword!'
'Without killing, there is no way to save life. Amitabha Buddha, ancestors and disciples are going to break the tribulation of killing today...'
'To stop killing by killing, you will fall into the trap of Hell of eternal suffering and be abandoned by the Buddha.'
'In this way, the disciple abandons the Buddha'
'The Immortal Dao cherishes life, killing and protecting living beings, in one thought, this is also the Dharma.'
The sounds were so complicated that young Daoist's movements were much slower. Although they were slow, they still kept going. In the end, the low roar, the unwillingness to die, and the mixed sounds dispersed, leaving only the almost bloody roar:
'Kill the thief, kill the thief!!'
'Kill the thief!!!'
This is the final touch of the imperial edict.
A qi machine spread out.
All famous swords are meant to channel spirits, and are not just weapons for killing people. They can only be called weapons if they bear the souls of all living beings in the world of mortals, and regrets from the past. Otherwise, they are just ordinary things.
Young Daoist opened his eyes and said, "Kill the thief..."
The long sword in his palm suddenly swept across and slashed vertically, but it was all killing and killing, like a long-suppressed roar. Finally, he took back the sword, held the hilt with both hands, and pressed the blade against the ground, as if making a salute, and said:
"Seven years ago, thank you very much."
"After seven years, it's time to hand it over to me."
With a shake of his wrist, the sword roared like a dragon's roar, and its body was like clear spring water. Young Daoist put it into the sword box behind his back.
There is still energy on this sword.
Write the name in cloud seal script.
"Sword name, kill thieves!"
After everything here is over.
Qi WuHuo opened the door and left. The surrounding neighbors watched young Daoist close the door, and watched him close the fence with a rusty chain and lock. They asked curiously, "Speaking of which, little brother, you have been busy these days. However, I don't know what your relationship is with this old weirdo, I mean, with this old man?"
"Relationship?"
Young Daoist thought for a while and replied:
"I am [their] old friend."
"Oh, that's it... Old friend, no wonder, no wonder."
"Huh? That's not right."
"They? Strange, isn't there only one person living here?"
It took the neighbor a while to react and wanted to ask.
But young Daoist has gone away, drifting further and further away, and can no longer be seen.
Wearing a Daoist robe, wooden hairpin and black hair, and a sword box on the back.
There are two swords in this sword box. The first sword is Mortal World Fu Bing's sword. It was picked up when he was nine years old. It is made of 100-forged iron. It is three feet and three inches long with a round handle. It was used to survive and not die in catastrophes. The second sword is named Killing Thieves. His name is engraved in Yunzhuan. It is four feet and one inch long. It is connected with the world of mortals to become a spiritual treasure.
"Your [Wish], Qi WuHuo..."
"No..."
Young Daoist The left hand hangs down, the right hand is raised, the middle finger and ring finger of the palm are bent inward, and the thumb presses the tips of the middle finger and ring finger.
Yicheng Daoist incantation.
"Pindao, Supreme Xuanwei, take it."