"I don't want to hurt you. Although I have some issues with you in a certain life, we have no enmity."
Across a small stream, Shui Wujun shouted from the other side. However, Yin Guihong was very interested in her skills and chased after her. He knew the stream so well that he knew the location of almost every stone. His boots stepped on the rocks closest to the water and he quickly caught up. He didn't know if there was some... revenge in his actions. Although Mizunashi-kun may have nothing to do with his bad childhood, compared to Kuchugeki-kun's frivolous appearance, this woman's attitude made him feel that "it has nothing to do with him."
Shui Wujun realized that he would not stop, and this man's style was very much like a certain part of her memory that was unforgettable. She accepted the challenge, but not only with weapons, but also with magic. The horizontal sword that belonged to Tang He heated up inexplicably, probably because it sensed the soul of someone present. Although the appearance is different, the identity is different, and even the era of existence is fundamentally different, the artifacts will reveal the essence, and the soul will not change. This made Shui Wujun very irritated, because this broken knife, which was not too hot but was enough to make her feel hot, reminded her all the time of some old things that should have been buried in the long river of time.
There was something connecting her two broken knives. Was that a thread? Very bright, blue-white lines, even surging and changing, and the number of lines is gradually increasing. Yin Guihong understood that it was thunder and lightning. He jumped up quickly, and at that moment Shui Wujun inserted the broken knife into the water. The water splashed and exploded one after another, spewing out water columns several feet high. They ran towards their own direction one after another, and the dense mist blocked the sight of both parties. Like a misty rain in winter, the fine droplets of water fell for a while, and then the vision became clearer. Shui Wujun saw him standing on a boulder in the middle of the river. Except for his clothes being a little wet, he was completely unscathed. His boots were made of leather and shouldn't conduct electricity, but since they were soaked in water, he probably didn't want to take the chance. After that, Yin Guihong jumped up and ran straight to the other side. Shui Wujun raised his hand to receive the attack. Every time the weapons touched each other, the blue lightning flashed, and the light between the two broken blades flickered on and off with the movement. It's a pity that Jin Mieya is not made of metal, otherwise its handle would have been burned out long ago.
They fought all the way to the hillside. It seems less desolate than in the past. Although spring has not yet returned, the plants seem to feel the breath of spring. Some cold-resistant flowers have already bloomed at this time, adding a little life to the withered grass and trees. But no one had time to appreciate it, they were focused on the opponent in front of them. Only the peripheral vision told them that a relatively complete animal skeleton was sleeping in the bushes. Is it a roe deer? It had probably been dead for a while, and its body had made a big contribution to the guys surviving in the cold winter. An arrow was still embedded in its bones, and its tail feathers were rotten.
Except for the old hunter, Yin Guihong had never fought seriously with anyone. But in the past nearly twenty years, he has been able to sense to some extent that the old hunter is not an ordinary person. In his limited memory before the age of ten, there had never been anyone as calm and calm as him, and his strength was among the best. For example, when cutting firewood, someone else would have to use an ax to make a gap, insert the knife into it, and knock it hard several times to split the larger wooden piles. But he is not like this. The old hunter can split a thick piece of wood in two with a single blow of his axe, leaving not even a trace behind where he chopped the wood. There are also fetching water, archery, chopping vegetables, any small details in life can make the young Guihong notice what is different about the old hunter. Although he later got used to it and could even do the same thing as an old hunter in many places, he knew that he was still far behind.
There is no doubt that this woman's power cannot be underestimated. Compared with those people at the foot of the mountain, she was much stronger, and he even noticed a strength that even the old hunter did not possess. Although she looks young, the six paths are impermanent...after all, she is someone who has lived for a long time, right? So long that it is longer than the life of my adoptive father. She is very flexible, and Jin Mieya cannot hurt her at all. She must also know the consequences of being injured by this weapon, so she is extra careful.
For Shui Wujun, this scene may be a bit dramatic. In the past, she knew almost nothing about onmyoji, but now it was very different. And looking at it now, Tang He's reincarnation doesn't seem to know much about magic. The gap between them in all aspects is wider than that time. She didn't want to kill him because she knew very well that her enemy and he were not the same person in the true sense. Although the martial arts routines are different, every subtle reaction of Yin Guihong's every move can awaken her memories that have been sleeping for five hundred years. The parts left behind in those battles will remain in every vein of her and in the crevices of every inch of her muscles forever. She had to control herself so as not to be too harsh.
"enough."
Shui Wujun's arms were intertwined, and the two broken knives held backwards were intertwined with each other, forming two crosses, like "yao". At this moment, countless iron chains suddenly jumped out from all directions, and the sound of clattering metal was heard endlessly. Faced with the sudden change, Yin Guihong was shocked at first, and then saw Shui Wujun moving between the chains with unusual dexterity. She seemed to know the position of every chain very well, and she never missed a step. Yin Guihong avoided an iron chain that hit his vital point and took advantage of his strength to fly into the air. Here, he also knows every blade of grass and every tree. The previous fight had changed their positions, with him on top and Mizumu-kun on the bottom. Yin Guihong quickly stepped on the tallest tree, stepped on the branches to reach a higher place, and immediately turned around and galloped down. The sound of Shui Wujun stepping on the iron chain was very soft, but it was enough for him to hear the sound and identify his position, so he faced the opponent accurately when he fell.
When Shui Wujun raised his head, he saw him almost falling from the sky. His eyes were so bright that they seemed to be glowing, and the fighting instinct in them was ready to activate. She didn't know why, but she felt that this figure had nothing to do with a tiger or leopard, but more like an eagle with extremely sharp eyes and wings swooping down, and the knife was its sharp claw.
Shui Wujun, who was facing him, waved his hand, and two chains flashed between them. Shui Wujun grabbed the lower right chain and swung to the side, just in time to completely miss Yin Guihong's chop. The knife chopped on the chain, causing the entire ocean of chains to squeak. I don't know what kind of connection there is between them. But at this time, the chains from behind quickly hit his back hard, buckling him to the cross in front, followed by more chains, which tightly bound him.
"Asshole——"
"I'm sorry," Shui Wujun raised the handle of the knife from behind, the broken blade glowing coldly, "You need to calm down."
At this time, her hand suddenly hovered in mid-air. Yin Guihong raised his head and saw two figures in front of him. When did they come? He didn't hear any sound, which was not what a good hunter should be like. If you look closely, you can see that the two men are dressed in black and white, wearing high hats and sticking out long tongues. The hats each read "Wealth at first sight" and "Peace in the world".
Either someone is playing a prank, or it's the black and white of Hades. If he hadn't been sure that he hadn't been stabbed by Shui Wujun yet, he would have preferred the latter. But since he didn't think his judgment had deteriorated to such a slow level - even if he concentrated on fighting, he also felt that it was unlikely to be the former.
"Master Shui Wu, Yama Demon orders you to come and see me as soon as possible."
There was a slight difference in their voices, but they said this sentence at the same time, almost completely stacked on top of each other.
"Now...? There hasn't been anything important in the past half month."
Shui Wujun didn't seem to be complaining, but he seemed to be making insinuations. She put down her hands and put the two knives back into their scabbards. The moment the sword was closed, all those chains retreated, and they went to no one knows where. Yin Guihong fell to the ground in embarrassment. As soon as he stood up and turned around, he saw Shui Wujuntou silently walking towards the mountain. Looking back, the two brats were gone.
"slow!"
He called Shui Wujun. She stopped but didn't look back.
"Let me ask you, do you know Yin Yang Xiangjian!"
"That's natural."
"Where is he?!"
Shui Wujun heard the undisguised resentment in his words and let out a small sigh. She turned her face helplessly and said:
"If your level ends here, you won't want to fight him. You were not his opponent hundreds of years ago, and you won't be now. I don't know where he is now, but I wouldn't recommend that you go. Find him."
After that, she left. Yin Guihong adjusted his breathing and put Jin Mieya back into the scabbard. If you put aside this embarrassing result, this battle made him feel very happy. But there was always a trace of resentment in his heart that could not be dissipated, and he felt this way from the first time he saw Shui Wujun. He began to care: What happened to that knife? He meant that there were still two broken knives in Shui Wujun's hands. And since she was an impermanent ghost, she would not be a crazy woman who said crazy things. From the day he met Lord Kotsutsuki, he felt that those words about her past and present life were no longer strange. But it was a matter of his own, he still had to figure it out.
But one thing was that Yin Guihong did not lie to her. He didn't know where Lord Kutsutsuki was now. He doesn't see this guy every day, at least once every two or three days. Every time he comes, there is no other important news, just like a master who regularly checks whether he is training well. And most of the time, he still only makes sarcastic remarks and cannot help at all. Of course he knows that his road to revenge is still long, but this man is better at creating anxiety. If possible, if he could not bring effective information, Yin Guihong would prefer not to see him.
But that's probably what it means. It was getting dark, and when he took a longer time than usual to carry the bucket and appeared in front of his hut, he saw that the house was already lit with lights.
That's probably what it means to come uninvited.
