Shui Wujun searched in the mountains for a while and felt thirsty, so he stopped at a stone beach. This gravel beach is the bottom layer of a river. Spring is coming and the water level is already higher than before, but it cannot completely cover the gravel. She walked to the gurgling stream. At this time of year, it no longer stopped flowing. Shui Wujun bent down, took a handful of cold water and poured it on his face to wake himself up, and then took a few sips of water.
Then, she straightened up and wiped her face casually. There was someone behind her, she knew, who had just arrived. When she inquired, the people at the foot of the mountain only told him that an old hunter lived here with a young man, but the old hunter died last year. After such a long time, no one seems to have seen the shadow of the young man. I wonder if he has left.
But Shui Mujun knows the answer now, he hasn't left, he is here. Turning around, the two faced each other and looked at each other. The young man wore a black hunting coat with straw gold sleeves underneath. This is a slightly high-end outfit, and the color should have been carefully considered. Like a tiger or leopard, it is easy to lurk among the grass to spy on its prey. Naturally, the young man was also looking at her. If you can't see the pupil ring of San Riyue, you can at least guess her identity as an assassin. He must have been able to tell, his eyes told her so - just like tigers and leopards dealing with foreign enemies who set foot on their territory.
"You are a local." Shui Wujun said.
"You are a stranger."
"Yes," Shui Wujun continued, "I want to find someone. He should be in the mountains in this area. But I heard from the residents down the mountain that you are the only hunter on the mountain. Maybe you have seen him."
"Who?" His eyes were still staring at her.
"It could be a man... or it could be a woman." Shui Wujun showed the Huangquan Bell, "In short, he is a Six Path Impermanence."
"...What are you looking for him for?"
"Don't worry about it."
"You don't seem to be asking for help."
The young man is not an easy person to deal with, Shui Wujun has already felt it. But in these few words, Shui Wujun saw something unusual in the young man's eyes, and the horizontal knife in his hand also felt strangely warm. A premonition emerged from her heart, but she was not sure and couldn't say it directly. She frowned and took two steps closer to the young man, who remained motionless in place.
"Who are you……!"
Shui Wujun's eyes flashed with surprise.
"I'm just a hunter." The young man raised the bucket in his right hand, "It's time for me to fetch water. Please..."
"Yin Guihong?"
At this time, Yin Guihong became completely alert. It turned out that he didn't care very much, at least - not that much. Although this woman came from a far away place and was dressed like an unrestrained killer, since she was also impermanent, she should not be the one who would come after him. After all, what Lord Xueyue told him was that only a specific person was his real enemy, and this person lived alone all year round and rarely interacted with other impermanent ghosts. But this female impermanence reported her name and seemed to know her very well. Now, he could no longer pretend that nothing happened.
His hand moved to his waist. There was an ordinary scabbard there, but it was too long, and the sheath contained no ordinary weapon. Mizumu-kun's eyes quickly focused there, and his hand slowly moved towards the weapon. Immediately afterwards, the two men drew their weapons at the same time in the blink of an eye, and the atmosphere suddenly heated up. The sudden desire to fight circulated between the two, although neither side knew the other's purpose.
"Jin Mieya?"
Shui Wujun recognized this magic weapon at a glance, and his eyes were so sharp that it made Yin Guihong feel even more in danger. Shuimu-kun knew exactly where this sword came from. It came from the hands of the previous Shuiwu-kun. Later, in the battle of Ghost Girl Thousand Faces five hundred years ago, Fu Songfeng was about to be sacrificed, and the remaining weapons were ordered to be recovered by Kuchtsuki-kun. And one of those weapons, "Jin Mie Ya", which means animal path, is in this person's hand. He appears here, so who is the Impermanence in this area... Naturally, there is no need to say more.
Really the worst choice.
Don't talk about asking him for help, it's better if this guy doesn't cause trouble for others. Shui Wujun's eyebrows showed displeasure, and Yin Guihong expected that she had learned the identity of another Wuchang from this knife. However, Yin Guihong didn't know if Lord Xueyue was nearby. One possibility was that he was there, or even very close, observing in secret, but he would never show up, let alone help. He is a person who is keen on creating and appreciating chaos. Although he is his temporary "ally" for cooperation, Gui Hong has basically figured out his bad personality.
"You really received help from an incredible person," Shuimu-kun walked slowly around, "That knife is not yours."
"I know, I'm just borrowing it." Yin Guihong also followed suit, "It's not your thing anyway."
"Do you know why he gave this to you?"
"I don't care. I just know that he can help me, but you can't. Even now you look like you are hindering me."
After walking around for a while, the two people's positions were different from before. But Shui Wujun suddenly put away the blade, probably because he didn't want to conflict with him here. Although she didn't look like she was planning to have a good conversation, she had lost her murderous intention, and Yin Guihong could feel it. But he doesn't intend to slack off and give the other party an opportunity to take advantage of it - what if he just confuses himself? It's hard to say. Trust no one but yourself. Shui Wujun sighed softly, folded his arms, and asked:
"Then let me ask you, are there anything around you that doesn't belong to you?"
Yin Guihong subconsciously wanted to say no, but he immediately realized that maybe this woman was referring to the jade safety buckle of unknown origin. It was indeed not his thing. Lord Xueyue admitted that he had put it down back then, but he did not say why. Yin Guihong also didn't like to ask questions, didn't like to request, didn't like to condescend while others got what he wanted, so he didn't ask. If it is really important, Lord Kutsutsuki himself will explain it when the time comes.
"This has nothing to do with you."
"Yes, right? That must be something from your previous life."
"...What nonsense are you talking about?"
"You really don't know?"
"Why do I see a bit of pity in your eyes?"
"You're worrying too much, I didn't mean that."
"You better be."
Shui Wujun didn't know how to explain it, so he didn't intend to explain it. She knew very well, or rather Twelve Huangquanyue almost knew that the celestial stems, earthly branches, moon, day and time of the birth year of this person named Yin Guihong were exactly the same as that of a person named Tang He. Their appearance is not very similar, but their conversation and temperament are somewhat similar. She remembers that person's name very clearly, and she also remembers many people clearly, and they are all lucky or unfortunate to be alive today. Back then, it was Lord Xueyue and that person who joined forces and used each other to cause quite a disturbance in the world. Now, bringing an object from the past life to disturb this person's reincarnation in order to establish a connection between two similar but different souls, Lord Kotsutsuki must have had his own plans.
"Your bad relationship with that impermanent ghost was forged several lives ago. I advise you to keep a distance from him. That person will only try his best to use everyone around him. Humans and demons are inseparable from each other. In his eyes is not a living life, but a cold chess piece. Every soldier must be at his disposal, and every move must be within his calculation. I don’t know why you formed an alliance with him, let alone whether you were forced I have no choice but to be willing, but I still want to say, stay away from him - this is for your own good."
"For my own good? Hahaha." Yin Guihong seemed to have heard some joke, "Since it was for my own good, you just disappeared when the disaster struck, and you didn't come to help me more than ten years later. Instead, you said You made a bunch of incomprehensible words and tried to obstruct me in every possible way. Let me make it clear first, don’t think of me as a fool. I know what I am doing. On the contrary, your arrogant and condescending attitude that you think you know everything is even more disgusting to me. I guess we were in the previous life. I’ve seen it before, otherwise why…”
Yin Guihong raised the knife higher and lowered his center of gravity. He grasped the handle of the knife with both hands and pulled it back, very close to his face. The entire blade occupied half of his field of vision. Only half of the strange woman's figure stood on the tip of the knife. .
"This knife seems to be telling me that your funny broken weapon seems to be mine too?"
Shui Wujun gave birth to a fire of ignorant karma.
She took a sharp breath, as if to suppress the anger in her heart. But no matter how cold the late winter wind was, it felt like it was boiling in her lungs. Over the past hundreds of years, the years have polished the sharpness of her emotions into smooth, clean and spotless pieces. But at this moment, she felt as if something in her heart had been shattered, and the rugged corners were exposed again, every time. Every twist and turn is poking the already numb and sluggish atrium with blood.
He is not Tang He. She was trying hard to tell herself that Tang Qinglan was not killed by him.
Not him, no.
When it comes to whether knives can speak, the answer is obviously no. But in fact, after these days, Yin Guihong really felt that this knife could sometimes communicate with him. Even though it was not verbal, but a projection of consciousness, sometimes the thoughts that came to him could naturally be attributed to Jin Mieya, which even he himself couldn't explain. Perhaps Lord Kutsutsuki wanted to hand over this sword to him not really for no reason, or in other words, it was just to "help him change to a more convenient weapon". What he said was true because he felt that way. The horizontal knife with a flat break felt familiar to him from the moment he saw it unsheathed.
Could this really be something...a memory from a past life?
There was also a trace of disgust for Shui Wujun in his heart, although it was a bit inexplicable. Rather, he actually felt this way from the first moment he saw her, but now it's deepened.
Mizumu-kun slowly drew his weapon again - this time two swords. The strange thing is that both of them are broken knives; what is even stranger is that Yin Guihong really feels that he has seen them all. Shui Wujun suppressed his anger, but almost gritted his teeth and said:
"If you can't speak, you can keep your mouth shut. Now, tell me, where is Lord Kotsutsuki?"
"Although I don't know what your grudges are, I regret to tell you that I don't know about it."
"I know you are different from your previous life. You have been taken advantage of, but you don't even know it."
"I don't care who takes advantage of whom, I just need to get there."
"Even if he's experimenting on you, even if he's trying to awaken a soul that's not yours?"
"I do not know what you're talking about."
Yin Guihong kicked his legs hard, striking first, and the knife flew away like an arrow. Shui Wujun skillfully dodged with two backflips, and two broken knives hit the light Jin Mieya. Gui Hong felt that he almost lost his grip with the knife because it was too light. Perhaps it was his previous words that angered Shui Wujun. He felt that even though he struck first, Shui Wujun was expecting him to attack, so he pinned Jin Mieya with both swords in an expected move, almost unable to pull away. Yin Guihong swung the knife maliciously and tried to scratch her face, but she took a few steps back and retreated to the other side through the trickling stream. There was not even water on the toes of her shoes.
She was so good at Qinggong that Yin Guihong began to want to seriously engage in a few moves with her.
