What should they do?
This is the question Xue Miyin wants to know the most.
Along the way, she chatted a lot with people she had not reunited with for a long time. She felt more and more that during their separation, the girl had grown much faster than she had imagined. No matter what she does, she has a way; no matter what she does, she has a plan. Before entering the mountain, she and Miyin had prepared everything that needed to be prepared, and there were even many items that Miyin had ignored. It seems that Miaomiao is an expert at surviving in the wild. Do all monsters have this instinct?
However, she didn't tell Miyin much about how to obtain the Demonic Pestle.
At present, what they can confirm is that the Demonic Pestle is being carried by a person from the Zuojin Sect. Originally following Miaomiao, Miyin felt that she didn't even have to think about it. She just wanted to travel with a reliable sister, as long as she had two legs and could run with her. But regarding the matter of seizing the pestle, she discussed it with her friends again and again, and was finally convinced. During the argument, Miaomiao was eloquent and eloquent. Miyin even felt that her eloquence was like that of a veteran in the business world, and she was completely unable to say anything from the position of an older person. Although she was still familiar with the same person next to her, she felt as if she had been persuaded to participate in a dangerous game of house, and there was no way out.
It is of course dangerous to take something from others that does not belong to you. Even standing here, facing the other party, Xue Miyin knew very well that the other party would never give away a magical weapon like the Demonic Pestle. Even if Miaomiao can grow two mouths and four tongues, she can't convince others with her eloquence as if she were talking to herself. Then, there is only one choice.
By robbing.
"Because he is from Zuojinmen and has killed many people, so he must be worthy of his death."
This sentence was the most terrifying sentence Xue Miyin heard since they reunited.
What's even scarier is that she doesn't think there's anything wrong with this.
Xue Miyin didn't care how many people that person killed, nor did he care about that person's life or death. She just wanted to know, since they hold the divine pestle in their hands and have mastered martial arts all over the world, how should they deal with such a peerless master? The smooth tongue is just a joke. Even a fool will not give away his whole life's martial arts knowledge based on a few words from the other party.
Miaomiao said that she had a way.
They were very lucky. On the first night of climbing, they learned a piece of useful information. After trekking in the snow for three days, the two finally arrived at their target. It can be said that this all went surprisingly smoothly. Just as Miaomiao said, the woman with the magic pestle had the black clothes on her chest pressing down on her left lapel. Because they were all pure black, it took a while for Xue Miyin's eyes, which were a little dull in the vast white snow, to see clearly.
"Sister, can you do me a favor?"
Wei Donglin turned his face slightly, but his eyes were fixed on the snake monster. She probably heard it clearly, but said nothing.
"We heard that the legendary Demon-Conquering Pestle was in your hands, so we traveled thousands of miles to see you just to see the magic weapon. I hope that for the sake of our inheritance, my sister can take care of us. wish."
Xue Miyin's hand couldn't help but tighten the stem of the shamisen. The woman who was a foot away from the two of them brought an unspeakable oppression to her. Is it because she is wearing dark clothes, like the mourning clothes from the East Kingdom? She also wore a big hat, which looked out of place with her serious and regular clothes. Even without getting close, Miyin felt that she was very tall. After all, her figure was so slender and she looked a bit scary. She couldn't help but think of a story she had heard at a certain house in the past. It told that a slender black shadow would appear on the distant mountains after snow, moving like a ghost. Children who saw it would be fascinated by it and couldn't help but chase it. Go to the mountains and never come back. Even though it was an educational story to scare children and prevent them from being kidnapped and trafficked for their fun, Miyin still couldn't help but feel a chill when recalling it. She had almost forgotten this story.
Miaomiao...does she want to be an enemy of such a killer?
She turned her head stiffly and looked at her confident friend. She still had a bright smile on her face, as if nothing happened to her. Finally, the woman wearing the hat slowly took off her hat, as if a statue suddenly came to life. She showed that horrifying face, and Miyin took a breath of air.
Miaomiao—she really wants to be an enemy of such a monster?
At this distance, Xue Miyin could see clearly enough and was sure that it was by no means a simple mask. It was almost a part of the woman, firmly attached to her face, like half of her skin. The eyes there were a faint layer of white, with no pupils visible. Whether his eyes were frozen, or whether his eyelids were simply covered with a thin layer of frost, Miyin didn't know.
"Are you from the Zuojin sect?"
She spoke, and her voice was as cold as the snow that never melts all year round.
"Well, that's not what you think, right?" Miaomiao spread her hands, "Look at our clothes, they don't match yours."
"I think so. After all, it's impossible for the sect leader to suddenly regret his decision."
Xue Miyin turned his head and asked his friend softly: "Is there a master of the Zuojinmen too?"
"No." From so far away, Wei Donglin actually heard clearly, "It's just that we tend to call him the sect master. In that case...it seems that you are not. Then he is the enemy."
"Your world is really black and white... If someone is not one of yours, does he have to be an enemy?"
"People who are not ours but go to all the trouble to see me are enemies."
Xue Miyin broke into a cold sweat. This woman is really shrewd. However, this is of course, otherwise how could she have quietly held the magic weapon for so many years, not only without incident, but also without anyone knowing about it. A strong cold wind blew from the hillside, blowing her heavy hair up. The long leaden hair that had brushed past her knees was now dancing like crazy. Xue Miyin felt uneasy instinctively, but was not ready to back down. After all, as Miaomiao said: You have come, why should you go back empty-handed?
"Where do you come from?" she asked, "Where do you come from?"
Doesn't she know the distribution of spiritual veins nearby? Xue Miyin wasn't sure whether she was asking sincerely or just talking casually.
Miaomiao said: "Why don't you let us feast our eyes on it first, and then we will tell you where we came from. This is only fair, right?"
"...You should go back as soon as possible. It's not too late. When it gets dark, it will be difficult to find the way."
It seemed that this woman wanted to send them away as if they were children. This tone seemed to be giving them an ultimatum. Xue Miyin didn't know what to do, but a long red streak suddenly broke into her eyes. Before she could see what it was, she saw the red color rushing towards the woman. Then came the second streak of red, which was as slender as the previous one and stood out in the white world. Miyin finally saw it clearly - they were two red ribbons. Their source is in Miaomiao's hands, and their ends are firmly trapped in Wei Donglin's body. The red covered the black, leaving only her long, withered hair exposed.
The woman's face was expressionless, as if she wasn't bothered at all.
Xue Miyin was only surprised. Such a long red silk, where is Miaomiao hidden? Is this her weapon? I saw her exerting force, and the two waves of air moved neatly side by side, extremely flexible. When they reach the end, they throw the target violently from the sky like powerful hands. Miyin saw a black spot rising in the sky, like an eagle flapping its wings. Then, she fell straight from the height to a farther place. They didn't know what the situation was and hadn't planned to step forward to check it out yet. But just after she fell into the snow, a white wave of snow came towards her, bringing with it a chilling chill. The two of them were blown away, unable to move forward. It took a while before the wind and waves stopped, and an arc-shaped wall of snow piled up behind them.
As for the land in front of them, the dark surface was exposed. There were no traces of snow, no signs of life, just rock-hard ground squeezed by snow. Miyin took two steps forward. There was no longer the buffer of snow that he had become familiar with in the past two days, and he was still a little unaccustomed to it. In the distance, Wei Donglin stood upright in the center of this snowless circle, standing erect.
"It's pretty much what I thought. It's really awesome."
"Uh..." Miyin was still unsure.
Miaomiao suddenly waved her right hand again, and the soft red satin hit the ground hard. A ferocious crack began to spread from the point of stress, spreading forward like crazy, and many black and angular rocks were raised into the air. She turned around like she was dancing again, as soft as a bone, and the satin on her left hand bent according to her will. The several arcs formed with her backhand were drawn, and she hit the stones accurately and powerfully, sending them towards them in an orderly manner. Throwing in the woman's direction. It was the first time that Miyin saw her fighting style. Regardless of the choice of weapons or the sword, this combination of strength and softness was really not what a teenage girl could do. But she just did it, every move was like a professional dancer, dancing the beautiful sleeve dance. She had never seen it with her own eyes, but she had heard about it, and expected that there might be no difference between the two, except that the real dance... was gentler.
The ground in front of him became pitted, and a dozen large rocks flew towards Wei Donglin. She leaned back and put one hand on the ground, fully supporting herself with three fingers. When the boulder came, she exerted force between her fingers, twisted her body, and hit the first oncoming boulder with her kick. Then came the second one, and then the third one. She retaliated deftly, with her legs and feet as sharp as a tailor's scissors, kicking back all the rocks that were attacking her. When turning back, Miyin clearly felt that their power was stronger.
Miyone threw out the pick from his sleeve and quickly swept it across the strings of the shamisen. A piercing strange sound rushed out, and the sound wave hit the rocks that were about to come into contact with them. As they approached them, the power of the black stones slowed down significantly, as if the air had become sticky. Finally, all the stones were shattered before coming into contact with them. The black mud and rocks stood in front of us, like small piles of pulverized coal.
Her hands holding the pick were covered in cold sweat.
"Let me just say, Miyin is really amazing." Miaomiao praised.
"...You too." Or rather, it was even unexpected.
Wei Donglin stood opposite and gently dusted off the dust on his hands. She pushed her hair back from her shoulders and looked at them.
"You are serious."
"Didn't you say that from the beginning?" Miaomiao responded with a big smile.
Wei Donglin nodded as if he understood. At some point, she had an object in her hand. They were too far away to see clearly. They could only see the sunlight shining on it, which was as beautiful as stars.
"Okay... let's play with you."
Xue Miyin, who focused all his attention on the difficult enemy, did not notice how distorted the smile of his young friend beside him was.
