The most important thing is to stay awake. All the previous actions that seemed to be controlled by emotions were all temptations to cover up. As for whether Yin Guihong is angry or not...if his anger could be embodied, his anger would have burned to the sky. But it didn't work. Since it is futile anger, it is better to control it. It is really not worth getting angry.
"So?" Yin Guihong stood there, raising his eyebrows, "You can't think of me as pitiful and sympathizing with me, so that's why you said such nonsense about helping me? What can you do to help? Why don't you change the old guy's clothes for me? A better monument, with some beautiful words engraved on it.”
"Oh? I think your carving is not bad. The inscription is also well written. He has read a book."
The originally erratic sound had a specific direction. This person is right. He has learned a lot from the old hunter. Although he is not able to obtain fame, he can still be decent by imitating the poems and songs of famous people. He turned around and saw the man who had just disappeared walking towards him. The man's steps were light and his eyes were full of smiles.
"It seems a bit rude not to introduce myself to you even though I know you very well. Please introduce yourself. I am...Six Paths of Impermanence: Hongxuan Changye·Xieyue Lord."
"It's a rough guess." Yin Guihong accepted it easily. At first glance, this guy is no ordinary guy.
"Just think of it as an apology for what I did before. How about I give you a gift? Stretch out your hand."
Yin Guihong stared at him, his attitude still alert. I don’t know what tricks this impermanent ghost is up to. He would not be fooled by these words. He had been teased severely just now, so Qiu Guihong remembered it.
"Relax...will I hurt you?"
As he spoke, he snapped his fingers, and a flame ignited out of thin air in front of him. But the fire didn't seem to be hot. After a brief surprise, Yin Guihong tried to reach out his hand and touched some kind of entity in the string of flames. At this moment, the flame suddenly seemed to be scattered and gradually extinguished. The rest of the flowing fire fell on the stone beach, burning stubbornly. These sporadic lights made his vision clearer, and he could better observe the things in his hands.
a knife.
...is it really a knife? It has a blade, a back, a blade and a handle, and the shape is very simple. This is too light. Does it weigh two kilograms? He weighed it and blindly guessed that one pound was sixty-seven taels. However, as a knife, it is very long. If you use a soft ruler to measure its true length, it is probably more than four feet. Its color is also very strange. It is pale and tinged with iron, which can reflect the appearance of a person, but it does not have the metallic luster that a sword should have. Is it because it is too dark? But this weight is probably not ironclad.
"……what?"
Doubts temporarily made him put aside his previous accounts. Lord Xueyue raised the corners of his lips and introduced him with great interest.
"Have you heard that... there was a man named Ren Zaowu Chang who forged the Six Paths Divine Weapon during his lifetime?"
Yin Guihong opened his eyes slightly, feeling that Lord Xianyue had something to say. He knew it. Could it be that what he had in his hand was... unlikely? How could such an extraordinary weapon be handed into his hands so easily? Even though the person who gave him the thing was also a Liudao Impermanence, it happened so suddenly that he had no real sense of it.
The blade was slightly narrower than an ordinary blade. Gui Hong stretched out his hand to touch it and felt a cold feeling, no different from iron. He tilted the knife in his hand again, feeling as if its center of gravity had changed.
"Be careful, this tooth is quenched with snake venom when it is forged into a knife, and the hollow part is also filled with venom. If you are injured by it, you will be poisoned. Even if you touch it through the skin for too long, the poison will penetrate into the body quickly. It spreads throughout the body. It won't kill you immediately, but for the next twelve hours, you will watch yourself rot in unbearable pain. There is no antidote, after all, it has been so long It’s the monster in front of you…but it’s not easy to get it.”
"...Jin Mieya?"
"Have you heard of it? You are very smart... It is a scimitar made of animal teeth. This knifemaker once visited the South Country and was lucky enough to get a freshly shed front hook fang of a python in a dense forest. Ordinary pythons do not have venomous fangs. , but this is the belonging of the python god Mohuluaka who comes from the animal realm. If the enemy is already injured, even if it is not caused by Jin Mieya, even the sword energy that touches it will be poisoned and die. I think, You do have the temperament to be able to control this poisonous knife."
Yin Guihong really didn't know what to say. Should I thank him? He didn't want to at all. He will never take it lightly until Lord Kutsutsuki explains his purpose clearly. It's no wonder that he knows so many things. After all, it's December in Huangquan. Even if he doesn't have to watch himself grow up, it's easy to know these things.
"Should you say thank you?"
"Should I give it back to you?"
"Pfft..."
Lord Xueyue laughed inexplicably again. Yin Guihong couldn't understand, what's so exciting about this? Don't understand.
"Since you have figured out my bottom and you still give me something like this... tell me, what are you doing here? Let me say it first - I can't have this knife."
Lord Xueyue's smile faded a little, and he became a little more confused. There was a little disbelief in his tone:
"Are you sure? Don't you think about it too much? Although humans will hesitate for a while before taking over, they are just polite because they are not sure. It's better for you to refuse so firmly from the beginning. I really didn't expect it."
"It's a very simple reason: you show up out of nowhere and give me such a dangerous thing out of nowhere, probably because you want me to accept your favor. In this way, if you ask me to do something, you will get a benefit. I have no reason to refuse. If this knife is really Jin Mieya, I am afraid it is not a gift from you, but a handle for you to hold me hostage. And it sounds like this is not the first time you have done this kind of thing. Nothing in the world is free. lunch, this is something I learned at a very young age.”
"...Not bad! I can think of so much, I'm starting to like you a little bit." Lord Xueyue raised his eyebrows, "But after delaying for so long, it's already dark, so it's time to get to the point. Hmm - why not find someone to talk to? A place where you can sit down and have a good chat?"
The implication was that he looked like he was going to pay a visit. After all, there is no other place nearby except Yin Guihong's home, which is the house left by the old hunter. Lord Xueyue said and walked forward on his own. Yin Guihong was stunned and immediately picked up the bucket at hand and chased after him. But for some reason, Kutsutsuki-kun's back was always far away from his own, even though he felt that he was already running very fast. After all, he was holding a heavy object in his hand and couldn't spill it. After running for a while, he stopped and adjusted his holding gesture. When he looked up, the impermanent ghost was gone. He frowned, but his steps were no longer anxious. When he returned to the house in the dark with the memory of the mountain road, he saw a light in the window. When he opened the door, he found that Lord Kutsutsuki had "invaded a private house" and was sitting on the old hunter's favorite wicker chair, looking very relaxed.
"Don't sit there."
Yin Guihong put down the bucket and put the knife in his other hand on the table. Ordering the other party like this is quite impressive. But Lord Kauchue didn't seem to hear it, and looked like he was a guest. Yin Guihong was no longer in the mood to issue a second warning, but regardless of whether he had managed to get this guy, if he adopted a hostile attitude now, I'm afraid he wouldn't honestly tell him what he wanted to hear. Moreover, Lord Xueyue grasped this point very well, which really made people angry. Having anger but not letting it out is the price of rationality.
"Come on, there is no other decent place to sit here. What about your stool? The old wood carvings rescued from the fire are not more artistically valuable than your old bench."
"you……"
"Okay, sit down at home, why are you so polite?" Lord Kutsutsuki deliberately teased, "Why don't you have some tea? Is this how you entertain guests?"
"The water is in the bucket. If you want to drink it, burn it yourself."
Lord Kutsutsuki shook his head with a smile, straightened up the body that was leaning on the back of the chair, and placed his weight on Erlang's single leg that was supporting him. He stretched out his arm and hooked his fingers, and a thin stream of water was drawn from the bucket at the door and fell into the cup in front of him. He drew another circle with his finger, and tiny flames surrounded the cup, heating the water. Soon, small bubbles appeared in the water in the cup, and white smoke curled up. Yin Guihong was indeed shocked - such clever and intuitive magic had fully demonstrated that even in words, he was not qualified to compete head-on with this monster.
So damn frustrating.
Lord Xueyue held up the cup with one hand, arched his back, and looked up from under his thin bangs, staring at Yin Guihong who was sitting upright.
"No need to straighten your back, no one asks you to do that anymore."
"You don't need to worry. If you have anything to say, just take your knife and leave quickly."
"Well, since we're all going to listen, why make such a hasty conclusion?" Lord Kotsutsuki took a sip of water to moisten his throat and continued, "Let me think about it, where should I start? Ah, just now When you were adopted, your adoptive father checked your life experience, you should know this, right?"
"...I know, he told me directly. Because my origin is unknown, and teenagers are also capable of lying, so it is only normal to keep an eye out to find out."
"That's right. On the day of your family's accident, you were eleven years old... Although you may not want to recall it again, I have to suggest that you recall it. Your parents, a pair of old people, your uncle, one of your brothers and A sister, or even...the child in your mother's eight-month pregnancy, by whose hands did they die?"
Yin Guihong's pupils suddenly dilated, and he clenched the cup tightly.
He has clearly calmed down a lot, but he still can't control his emotions at this moment. This was something he deliberately buried, but it was actually the most vivid part of his memory: not "who", but "which people".
"...Zuorenmen."
The sound of friction between teeth was like the cracking of boulders.
