"Senior brother, your disciple said that the immortal is Wu Sheng?" Yun Kong asked again.
"I have confirmed the Wusheng of the Four Great Strange People."
"I have also seen Wu Sheng." Yun Kong said, "In terms of time, it should be after senior brother met Duan Zong."
"Have you seen him too?"
Iwakora showed a surprised expression.
It's no wonder, because Wu Sheng has always been confusing in the legends of the world, and few people have seen his true face.
Yun Kong shook his head: "We will discuss this matter later. First tell me about the encounter between Wu Sheng and Duan Zong."
Yankong sighed and said: "Wu Sheng, according to Zici, likes to make malicious jokes..."
Duan Zong had just acquired immortality and died immediately.
At that time, Wu Sheng pushed him off the cliff and fell to pieces. But not long after, he wandered back from the Netherworld. When he woke up in confusion, he already understood that he was immortal.
Wu Sheng smiled at the bloody Duan Zong: "You have already used it for the first time."
Wu Sheng in Duan Zong's memory was a middle-aged Taoist priest with an immortal demeanor. He always had a smile on his face and a sad look on his brow, like a compassionate man who had experienced life deeply.
"Guess," said the compassionate Wu Sheng, "how many more times do you have left?"
Duan Zong, who was frightened, felt itching in his body. Blood vessels, muscles and internal organs were slowly crawling inside his body, trying to find their rightful place.
Soon, a wave of heat flowed through his body, and his heart began to beat again.
The second death occurred while traveling south.
Duan Zong didn't realize that his bag of gold had already been exposed and became the target of a group of bandits.
On the way, he was ambushed and it took the bandits three cuts to kill him.
The first knife struck his back without warning, and he turned around in panic.
The second knife cut off his hand that reached towards his waist to draw the knife, breaking half of his palm.
After the third slash, his face hit the tree trunk next to him. With his eyes wide open, he looked at the headless body falling to the ground.
This time, it took him longer to recover.
The itching feeling first started from the broken part of his neck and became more and more itchy. He finally struggled to crawl to the side of the head and let his neck rest on it.
Soon, granules appeared on his neck, like millions of squirming insects, slowly finding the joint on his head. He slightly adjusted the position of his body to prevent his head from tilting after healing.
It took him a whole day to fully recover. The first thing he did was to swat away a bunch of flies covering his body. Then he counted his belongings and found that except for a short coat on his body, his luggage and All the straight knives were taken away. He thought that the robbers had a point. After all, the dead didn't need those things.
The problem is that he's alive again.
Robbers always have a place to stay, and they have the habit of cutting trails near their place of stay.
He followed all the way and finally found the robber.
Taking advantage of the darkness, he walked into the forest where the bandits were hiding and observed their every move.
After the robbers fell asleep, he walked behind the vigilant robbers, picked up a sharp stone, and hit the back of the robber's neck hard. The vertebrae were immediately broken, and the nerves in the vertebrae instantly stopped working, and the robber immediately fell to the ground limply. rise.
So, Duan Zong obtained the weapon - a blood-stained and slightly rusty knife.
"Give me my stuff back!"
he shouted.
The robbers stood up in surprise, steadied their horses and gripped the hilts of their knives.
"Aren't you dead?"
The leader of the robbers glanced at the dead bodies on the ground and asked.
Duan Zong replied: "Yes, I was indeed dead at that time."
The bandit leader held the sword in one hand and looked at Duan Zong carefully: "I don't understand what's going on. Anyway, you came to the door and plotted against one of my brothers..."
"When it comes to plotting," Duan Zongjie said, "I still want to learn from you."
"In short," the bandit leader emphasized, "I won't give you another chance to survive this time."
"On this point, we will draw conclusions later."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword suddenly rose.
The fire in the center of the forest was burning brightly, and the light of the sword reflected the flames, just like two yellow dragons chasing each other in the forest, vying to bite each other's body, and bursts of yellow lightning shot, making people unable to open their eyes.
Although the robbers on the side wanted to intervene, they could not find any space to intervene. They only saw the leader and Duan Zong making moves one after another. Their skills were so fast that they had no time to even leave some impression or memorize every move.
Sometimes the two knives passed each other, sometimes they hit each other hard, and sometimes they dodged as soon as they touched water like a dragonfly.
"Good boy!" shouted the leader.
"Easy to say!" Duan Zong replied.
Suddenly, Duan Zong rushed forward and approached the leader so quickly that their noses almost collided.
The sword is a short weapon, used for close defense and fighting, but suddenly the distance is too close, and it is impossible to perform any moves for a while. The bandit leader did not expect it, and his moves were too old to cut Duan Zong.
"it's over."
Duan Zong put his lips close to the leader's ear and said this.
The fighting stopped.
What the robbers saw was that Duan Zong had reversed the knife, and the tip of the knife was pressed against the throat of the robber leader, and the entire Adam's apple on his neck was pressed in.
The bandit leader's eyes widened and he fell asleep on the ground without saying a word. He twitched several times before suffocating completely.
Duan Zong took off a small bag from the waist of the bandit leader, counted the gold in it, then took off the leader's clothes and put them on. As he put them on, he said: "The clothes I originally wore must be stained with a lot of blood. Who of you robbed them?" That’s it, there’s no need to pay it back to me.”
The robbers were trembling. They never expected that they would be so sleepless tonight.
One of the more courageous ones asked: "Your skills are pretty good, and they don't look like those from Middle-earth. May I ask, who are you from?"
"A native of Dali." Duan Zong replied easily.
The robbers exclaimed, surprised that the Southern Barbarians could have such a role, killing without bloodshed. They discussed for a while, and one of them said to Duan Zong: "Now we are leaderless. Your Excellency is so smart, do you want to join us?"
Duan Zong listened and stared into their eyes.
"Did you join the same group that day?" Iwakong asked after hearing this.
"Yes, Master."
"So, why did you die at Xiaoxiang's hands that day?"
Duan Zong raised his head and thought for a while: "Since those days, I feel that there is really little meaning in living."
Duan Zong pondered for a while, "The day I met Xiaoxiang, I suddenly had a feeling that if I wanted to die, dying in her hands would be the best thing."
Chai Xiang lowered his head shyly. He had never seen that kind of delicate look from a girl. Yankong couldn't help but feel a little angry, inexplicable.
"That time was your third time."
"Yes, Master, I was trying my luck that time," Duan Zong said, "I took a gamble."
"Didn't Wu Sheng even give you a hint about how many times you would die?"
"Master, why do you always want to know?"
Duan Zong's smile was warning, "The problem is that the disciples don't know, so they are so depressed."
"Didn't Wu Sheng say anything else?"
"How to say it?" Duan Zong turned his head and thought for a moment, "My disciples also asked him and asked him to give a specific number, but he only replied: "The number of days, the number of earth." That's all."
"The number of days...the number of places?"
Yankong muttered repeatedly, and unknowingly realized that the sun was near the zenith, the shadows had shrunk very short, and the earth was full of light.
When he saw the fallen wooden sign and the hole in the soil, he realized that he was already an old Yankong, no longer as frizzy and strong as before, and the memories just now were too real.
The problem at hand is the footprints and handprints on the ground. I wonder where their owners are?
"What happened next? Senior brother," Yun Kong urged him to continue, "Why did he die?"
"But..." Yankong looked blankly, looking at the ground intently. The footprints and handprints were completely dry.
Yunkong looked at his senior brother's old state and suddenly felt sad. He recalled Yankong in the past. He acted impulsively and recklessly, had a hot temper and was serious, but he always took good care of his younger brother Yunkong.
Now Yankong is like a withered tree, both inside and outside are old and decayed. A wind and rain can blow him down at any time.
"Senior brother, how did Duan Zong die?"
Yun Kong asked again.
Yankong lowered his head, stared at the tomb illuminated by the sun, and said, "I killed him."
"What?"
Yun Kong was shocked.
"Duan Zong's fourth death was caused by me killing him."
