Encountering Han Fei (1)
After a night of torrential rain, a rainbow appeared the next morning as expected.
The layers of a rainbow are not clearly defined.
The colors are not complete either.
Normally, the seven colors should be distinct.
But considering that things in life are never as one wishes, and that appropriate imperfection is more real than theoretical perfection, Ye Qingcang didn't dwell on those things.
Riding a tall horse.
Pulling a rough wooden cart.
Walking through this not-so-muddy wilderness.
It has to be said that this is a strange combination. Anyone who sees this combination for the first time will be shocked by its many mysterious features.
For example, horses.
The horse Ye Qingcang was riding was indeed a tall and magnificent steed.
But this horse has no flesh and blood!
Its body is made of earth and stone!
This body, made of earth and stone, gives it powerful momentum and the advantage of being immune to pain and fatal weaknesses, although this advantage can sometimes become a disadvantage!
besides.
What's most frightening about this horse is its eyes.
In the hollow earth and rocks.
Burning with Void and scarlet flame.
Like a warhorse from the underworld, it exudes a majestic yet eerie aura.
Perhaps these two words together are contradictory.
So be it, it's gloomy.
How can they do this so openly?
But that's the truth. Compared to the so-called white bones that make horses and ghosts that make flames, this horse-like creature made of earth and stone and crimson flames does indeed lack that ghostly aura and is relatively more powerful!
Just like Western horror and Chinese horror.
One is a place stained with blood, where no one is spared.
One has incredible staying power, and you're the only one who can match it.
Of course, although the tall horse Ye Qingcang was riding was made of earth and stone, its power source was no different from that of the so-called white bone horse. Hidden within its illusory aura was a silent wail.
"Walk slowly."
"No rush."
"Wait until you grind those dozens of souls to dust."
"They absorbed Soul Shards."
"Then you will be able to stabilize your soul."
"We can finally have our own eyes."
"To gain this eternal rebirth in an immortal way."
"Of course."
"The price is that you lose your fertility."
"To savor the pain that comes with the passage of time over a long period of time."
Ye Qingcang sipped milk tea that seemed out of place in this era.
Release the straw.
He patted the head of the tall horse beneath him.
That's what they said.
This tall horse seemed to understand human speech, letting out a slightly off-key snort. After all, there is a difference between earth and flesh. The elasticity of flesh is something that earth and stone do not possess. For a snort that requires the shaking of flesh to produce, a body made of earth and stone is indeed not conducive to the sound-making process.
However, Ye Qingcang didn't care about that.
The tall horse clearly didn't care.
Head down.
I walked forward at a leisurely pace.
Pulling the trailer behind.
Step by step, they steadily and powerfully moved forward.
Even if it doesn't know its destination.
Behind it was the crudely made wooden cart.
The cart was loaded with a variety of items.
The main body of the cart was occupied by a person, dressed in tattered clothes, covered with a black robe, and on top of the robe was a straw raincoat. A Bamboo Hat was placed over her face, and without removing the Bamboo Hat, it was impossible to see her full face. But then again, even if you couldn't see her full face, you could still glimpse her stunning beauty from half a profile or a glimpse of her face. So, the Bamboo Hat certainly had its purpose, but how important it was obviously depended on the level of eyesight of the others.
Beside this person was a sword.
The longsword was placed securely in its scabbard.
Judging from the appearance of the longsword, it must be a rare and precious sword, because not every sword has such an exquisite scabbard, and not every sword has such a smooth and rounded hilt.
Especially the color of the scabbard and hilt.
Keep in mind, this is ancient times.
To achieve a pure crimson color, one would need to expend enormous human and material resources, not to mention the process of refining this color into metal.
Is it possible to produce it?
Of course you can!
But mass production is impossible!
On the other side of this crimson longsword were some bottles and jars, placed among a pile of glittering black Armor Leaves.
It's like a pile of snowflakes covering some stones.
However, judging from the color, it looks like a bunch of gemstones encasing some ceramic, with an inverted celestial body as the main feature, making it difficult to distinguish which is more valuable.
Of course.
As a buffer.
These black Armor Leaves are very competent.
Bottles and jars are placed inside.
It has indeed stopped shaking.
Although this is related to the stone horse in front, if it walks faster or runs, this so-called buffer is just for show. Even if it's soft, it's still Armor Leaves. Especially since the material is very good, as long as you find the right angle, if you hold a sword in one hand and armor in the other, the sword will definitely be shattered when they collide.
However, this only refers to ordinary bronze swords.
If you bring over the swords from this world's sword manual.
These Armor Leaves are nothing more than things that break at the slightest touch.
In gaming terms...
Bronze sword, quality 1.
Fragment of Armor Leaves, quality three.
The sword in the sword manual is of quality five.
While the Armor Leaves couldn't withstand the blows of a fine sword, it was still better than the best but not the worst either. In contrast, the bronze sword performed even worse than the Armor Leaves. It's just that the difference between the weapons is still significant.
The simple horse-drawn carriage moved slowly along.
Sitting on horseback, Ye Qingcang swayed as he drank his milk tea.
And Startled Salamander.
That is, the person lying on the cart.
In this slow, leisurely pace, in this swaying carriage, I groggily opened my eyes and came to my senses.
He raised his hand expressionlessly.
Smooth arms emerged from beneath the black robe.
Several tattered pieces of clothing were still hanging on it.
The wind of battle damage swept over us.
However, Startled Salamander didn't care about any of that.
He took off the Bamboo Hat from his face.
The dazzling sunlight pierced her pupils, causing her to blink a couple more times before her vision returned to normal, allowing her to clearly see the surroundings, including her own clothes, the Jing Ni Sword beside her, and Ye Qingcang sitting on the horse in front of her.
Startled Salamander did not speak immediately.
Instead, he sat up.
He glanced at the Bamboo Hat in his hand.
Then, he said coldly, "Why didn't you kill me?"
This kind of cold isn't real cold.
Rather, it's just the tone.
Just like some girls are born with a mature, sophisticated voice.
Some girls are born with a cute, childlike voice.
Therefore, tone of voice is the most important thing, provided that you can actually hear it.
Fortunately, the tone Startled Salamander used at this moment was clearly beyond doubt.
There are so many questions that they're almost overflowing.
Ye Qingcang no longer needed to guess.
Without turning around, he said calmly to Startled Salamander, who also had her back to him, "From what you're saying, you're the victor, the one who can decide the life and death of the loser..."
"That makes sense."
"I lost."
"So, whether I live or die is not up to me."
"What you say counts."
Startled Salamander put down her Bamboo Hat, readily admitting the truth, but this didn't diminish her confusion. "I'm just curious, why leave me alive... You made it very clear before, either submit to you or be killed by you, there's no third way... I don't think you're the type to give up halfway, and the facts prove it; you have the ability to silence me, but you didn't do that to me... So, I want to know, what exactly do you want to get from me, or what do you want to gain from me?"