The blade made of ice is no worse than steel. The reason is probably that the person holding the knife is somewhat capable.
The crisp collision sounds continued one after another, and the lights and shadows of swords flickered. There was a girl sitting far away, her curious eyes wide open. She was the only spectator of this strange contest. The two figures collided, staggered, and stretched a long distance apart.
The girl chuckled and clapped her hands. Amidst this rhythmless applause, Lord Kuchuki turned his wrist and brought the sword that was tilted forward back to his own direction. In the process, the ice sword melted into a puddle of water and sprinkled on the land in front of him. His sword-holding technique was unprofessional, and his swordsmanship had no sense of rhythm. In the competition just now, he used sorcery to cheat a lot.
Tang He's inner breath was unstable and he was tricked twice by someone's sorcery, but he was able to withstand the rest. He quickly calmed down his rapid breathing and put the horizontal knife into its sheath. If he hadn't known what kind of cunning character the opponent was, he would have doubted his own strength without cutting off even a single hair.
"My sword skills need to be improved, Mr. Tang."
"Give it back."
"Eh? Did you find out?" Lord Xueyue threw the safety buckle that he had stolen at some point, and Tang He caught it, "Isn't it just a Yuhuan'er, so caring. Those who don't know think it is. It’s as priceless a treasure as Tianxiang Jade.”
"Are you sure the prescription is correct?" he asked, "Luoshen sand is the last thing you want?"
"The last medicine besides the incense burner."
Jiang Doudou looked at them blankly. She was always well-behaved and didn't cry out when she was hungry. Rather, it was hard for her to feel hungry - she had been able to eat, and her meal at home was not bad, but a little lacking. But she had eaten so much in the gangster's den that she had suffered from hunger problems, and now she was no longer sensitive to hunger. If she goes too long without eating, she will start vomiting sour water. But now it's hard for her to feel hungry, she's full every meal, and she's fatter than when she was first picked up. It's just that this child doesn't like to eat chopped green onions. No matter how finely chopped they are, she can pick them out for you. She makes chopsticks less nimble and uses a spoon faster.
She didn't even like eating green onions, just like Tang Yu, which gave Tang He an indescribable feeling.
The last time I felt this way was a few years ago. Tang He still remembers that it was a snowy day, and he and the Tengu spent the night in an empty wooden house. There is heavy snow outside, and there is a warm stove inside. The tengu curled up next to the stove and breathed evenly, its black fur shining brightly in the firelight. He leaned quietly on a bench and looked at the shadows of snow falling outside the paper window.
The ground on the other side of the house was soaked with blood, and several bodies lay scattered there. Some of the corpses were missing arms and legs, all eaten by tengu. It didn't seem very hungry, so it didn't eat enough. They are bandits here and are spurned by the villagers down the mountain. Kill them, and after the heavy snow passes, Tang He can exchange their heads for the bounty and become a hero in the village. But that didn't matter. Both the honor and the rebuke were left behind by him. Carrying these things around the world is cumbersome.
At first he was extremely surprised when he discovered that Tengu could take the form of a human, perhaps because the first thing it ate was Tang Yu's corpse. At that time, he often made it look like his sister, which was almost the same except that it looked very unhealthy and the hair and claws were still there. Later, it won't stop and he will become confused. He knew that he must always tell himself the fact that Tang Yu was dead.
What if she survives?
He will always remember the fire. A group of demons attacked the town where he and his sister had settled, devouring everything. The firelight illuminated the night as brightly as day, and the collapse of the house was mixed with the screams of people and demons, making it seem like a hellish scene. A monster as huge as a mountain stepped over the house where the brother and sister lived. The moment the giant pillar-like feet left, he rushed into the collapsed house. There was fire all around, and he clawed at the bricks in vain, his hands covered with blood.
Tang He saw fire many times after that, and set off many fires, but none of them burned as fiercely as that day.
There was only red in his eyes.
Until the last brick was removed, revealing a dilapidated corner of the body, the buzzing sound from his brain made all he could see was black.
Before despair swallowed him up, a huge black dog demon fell from the sky, as powerful as thunder.
Tang He had forgotten how he felt at that time - or didn't have any mood at all. He couldn't understand anything anymore. That day, in front of him, the dog used its hard beak to fish Tang Yu out of the ruins, raised its head, and swallowed it whole. The hair at the corner of its mouth was still stained with blood. After that, thick clouds rolled in and thunder burst out. It rushed out of the broken bricks and slaughtered all the monsters that trampled on the town.
When Tang He came to his senses, the huge tengu stopped in front of him, full of energy. It rained heavily, but it didn't wet its fur at all. The heavy rain suppressed the fire, and the surviving townspeople poked their heads out one after another, looking at the pale-faced young man and the only remaining monster that came from nowhere.
Regardless of being regarded as the instigator or everyone's savior, Tang He knew that he could not stay here any longer.
He later gradually learned about the Tengu and his own bloodline, and recalled the rare words his mother said, and he tried to explain the Tengu's behavior at that time. This is probably a kind of sacrifice, a kind of transaction, at the expense of the bones of one's closest relatives, or even a part of oneself, to awaken the sleeping Tengu Contract in a strong emotion, giving it the power to fight one against a hundred. He did not feel relieved at all to know that there were many people in the world who had the blood of Summoned Tengu like him. And Liangqiu Muwan, that woman, she is very weak and a waste.
He kept letting it kill and eat people. He tempered himself and fought and competed desperately with various martial arts masters in various ways. He walked through ropes on cliffs, passed through hundreds of meters of waterfalls, walked through miasma-filled forests, and interacted with people. The demons deal with each other without regard for life or death.
He hates people because they killed his parents; he hates monsters because the monsters killed his sister.
He hates everything and hates that there is no more thing in the world that he loves deeply.
On that snowy day, he looked at the sleeping Tengu. Although his heart was very peaceful, he couldn't fall asleep. When it was killing monsters and killing people, it didn't have any of Tang Yu's temperament at all. Even the Tang Yuan it transformed into was filled with strong murderous intent.
"Alu?"
He would say that from time to time. The tengu's ears twitched, always reacting to this kind of address.
who are you?
No, what are you?
It was a question he didn't care about the answer to.
Tengu's human appearance is similar in form but not similar in spirit, Jiang Doudou is similar in spirit but not similar in form.
He wanted a result of unity between God and form.
Do whatever it takes.
In this world, he can only live for himself. He must be stronger, more indifferent, as invulnerable as steel, so that nothing can move him anymore. Being in the human world is further away than the abyss and more secluded than darkness. Since both humans and demons have left him with no way out, he must use his body as a blade to carve out a bloody path for himself.
Tang He spent many years downplaying this unnecessary illusion, allowing himself to eliminate unnecessary doubts about Tengu. The doubt may have been killed, or it may have been hidden. He has decided that Tengu is just a monster and a weapon, a means for him to pave the way for himself. Now facing Jiang Doudou, who is probably the reincarnation of Tang Yuan, those feelings still have no unnecessary symptoms.
She was just a tool, just a material, for Tang Yu's return.
I guess so.
"Do you want something to eat?"
he asked casually. Jiang Doudou shook his head.
Probably because he felt it was boring, Lord Kutsutsuki turned and left. He never asked what the Six Paths Impermanence was going to do, because it was unnecessary and had nothing to do with him. He may not always be there, but his presence will never be in vain. Either bring some interesting news or some nonsense that he doesn't like to hear. In the eyes of Lord Kouchue, Doudou is indeed an "object". Just like all the raw materials for the soul-returning incense he carries, he actually has no interest in it.
"Bringing up children" is easier than imagined, of course, maybe only for sensible children like Doudou. It's like getting an extra cat or dog, but they are also obedient. For Doudou, a good person is someone who can keep her fed and clothed. Tang He was not afraid that he would have any special affection for her, but he was a little worried about the reverse situation. Just like Lord Xueyue said, not to mention butchers, even ordinary herdsmen would hesitate to raise the butcher knife before facing the lamb that they trust and like the most.
Besides, she doesn't know how to run.
Sometimes when Doudou got tired from traveling, he would let her sit on the back of the tengu. That was probably a "privilege", after all, no other person except him had ever had this kind of treatment.
At dawn, they went to the depths of Cuiping Beach. He originally wanted to leave Doudou in the nearest village, but even so, the distance was still too far. He dared to leave her in a deserted place for a long time, but he didn't dare to leave her in a crowd. That was the most dangerous thing.
Cuipingtan is very quiet, with only the sound of wind and grass. The sun has not yet risen from the east, but it is already dark. There were gray impurities floating on the pond. He didn't know what kind of plants they were. He only knew that it was dangerous there and people would fall into the water. After walking on this quiet grassy beach for a long time, I didn't see any animals. There is a small shadow in front of me, it is a very distant bird in the sky.
Lord Xueyue said that Roselle sand was the seed of a plant, but he didn't tell him what it looked like or where it grew. He suspected that he probably did it on purpose. Let alone Luoshen sand, the incense burner is like looking for a needle in a haystack. It doesn't look like there are any man-made things here. Even if there are, most of them are rotten houses.
He pulled up to a house, which was relatively intact. The water had reached over the front steps and into the house.
Doudou asked: "Where are we going?"
She usually doesn't have much to say. If I ask, it's probably because she's bored.
"Looking for something."
Before Doudou could ask what it was, two red spots of light flashed in the dark room.
"What are you looking for?"
A gloomy voice came from the room.
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