Before this, I had always believed that Qin Bukong had no word for peace in his blood. When I asked this question with the stone brick in my hand, I actually thought he would say to continue without stopping and start immediately. Although everyone was tired, Qin Bukong, among the three of us, seemed to be interested in this matter. The most enthusiastic one.
But when he said this, I was slightly surprised. That's fine, just take a few days off.
Without the nightmare, I slept very soundly that night, and I didn’t even have a dream. For the next two or three days, I sat idle at the door basking in the sun every day, just like a lazy cat. Wuhan will gradually become very hot during this season, so every noon, almost everyone chooses to rest in a shaded place, but I feel the sunshine unscrupulously, maybe because I know that I have It's not easy to escape, maybe because the place we are going to next is still underground, so since the sun is still there, let's go boldly.
In the past few days, the three of us seemed to have a tacit understanding. No one mentioned the Qisha Pass again, or even discussed those four words. And I know in my heart that maybe Qin Bukong and I will enjoy this rare free time, but Songzi may not. After all, his only purpose of coming down the mountain to help us is also that he hopes to take this opportunity to enrich his own experience. After this incident, he can return to the temple to study with concentration. This will be a valuable asset for him to travel down the mountain in the future. Incomparable experience. Therefore, Songzi will definitely become the most restless one among the three of us. Although he did not discuss it with us, I know in my heart that he quietly did a lot of research while we were all resting.
This is easy to find, from the fact that he leaves early and comes home late every day.
During those few days, Qin Bukong, in addition to daily practice behind closed doors, fried some peanuts by himself and drank in silence. It seemed that this state was what he expected. What surprised me the most was that Ganmu, this stupid snake, started to look more and more like a dog out of nowhere, so much so that when I teased it, it would still wag its tail at me.
On the fourth day, Qin Bukong asked me if I had had enough rest. I said I still want to ask you. If you want to continue, just let me know at any time. But Qin Bukong shook his head and said, "If you are not busy with breaking through the barrier for a while, I want to ask you if you have had enough rest. I have other things to do." So I stood up lazily and asked him what was going on. Qin Bukong turned around and returned to his back room. He pulled out a blue cloth-wrapped bundle from under the cabinet and handed it to me. When I took it in my hand, I found that the inside was hard and quite heavy. Compared to this bundle, In terms of size, it is indeed a bit heavier.
Qin Bukong sat down in front of me and looked at me with a puzzled look on his face. I thought to myself, what does the old thing mean? By giving me such a big burden, are you trying to kick me out? Qin Bukong asked me to open it and take a look. It was specially prepared for me. After I unfolded the bundle, I found that there were about a dozen books bound in blue leather and thread. They looked old and worn, as if they had been aged for some time. In addition, there are some things that I have seen before or have not seen before. The part I have seen is a little man about half a foot long made purely of twine. The hands and feet of the little man can still move freely. , there are some red spots and pinholes on the hemp rope, as well as some burn marks. I recognize this thing as a needle-piercing doll used to cast spells. This thing has always been regarded as evil magic by us, but Qin Bukong has never been an upright person, so there is no need to argue.
Among the other things I recognized, there was a small bamboo tube as thick as a little finger, with a vent cut diagonally on one end. It looked like a whistle, but the other end was engraved with a coiled snake. The carver It is relatively rough and crude, and seems to have been carved by Qin Bukong himself.
And on the other side, there was something I didn't recognize, but I knew it was a knife. It's just that the shape of this knife is very strange. It's not straight like a dagger or a dagger, and it's not shaped like a "7" like a sickle. It looks like a question mark, like a hook, about a foot long, with the top It is stained with rust, and the handle fits the human hand, carving out some wavy feeling. At the position where the thumb should be held, there is a small semicircular iron ring, which seems to be specially used to catch the thumb so that the scimitar can be held more stably.
The strangest thing is that there is a small protruding long strip at the end of the knife handle, but there are many long and thin hairs tied side by side on the long strip. There is no scabbard, but the diameter of the curve of the scimitar is about the same size as a human neck, so it is not difficult to imagine that this should be a scimitar used to remove human heads.
I was puzzled for a while, wondering what Qin Bukong's purpose was in giving these things to me. Especially that scimitar. Although the world is not good now, it is not a rough and turbulent world. Can I still use this knife to go out and take people's heads? Qin Bukong looked at me with a confused look on his face, so he smiled and said to me, these things are all for you. They are all things I have used before, but my craftsmanship has improved over the years and I have no use for them. Now I pass them on to you, hoping that you can take the time to study them. With your foundation and current age, in a few years, you will be able to leave me far behind.
For an arrogant and arrogant person like Qin Bukong, it would be more difficult than killing him to say such words that others would be better than him. But now he said to me in such a natural and calm tone. , for a moment, I didn’t know how to answer. So I stammered, but no one taught me how to read, and I couldn't learn it. These things belong to witchcraft and are fundamentally different from myself. I don't know if I can learn it.
Qin Bukong said that these books are easy to understand, but if you don't memorize the mental methods and practice methods in advance, although you can understand them, they will be useless. This little witch lets you learn, not so that you can use it to cast curses on others in the future, but so that you can quickly find the opponent's weaknesses after knowing the other party's information. This little witch is used to practice your judgment. You must know that people in this world are much more complex than ghosts. If you can grasp the opponent's weaknesses in a short period of time, you will definitely be invincible.
When Qin Bukong said these words, I noticed a feeling of sadness and helplessness in his tone. He has been fighting his fate all his life. Originally, he had accepted his fate. Perhaps it would have been simpler and he would not have had such a difficult life. It is precisely because he is incompatible with the people around him that he is known as a weirdo. Anyone who knows him will look at him in a weird way before truly getting to know him. Suddenly I understood why Qin Bukong had such an emotion. Maybe it was because the rest of the past few days made him think a lot. Maybe he thought that he was just like the old man who left behind this unique formation. No matter how high your skills are, no matter how strong your skills are, what can you do? There are always fewer people in the world who understand and are close to you.
Although Qin Bukong and I ended up in today's situation after having a bad relationship, I have to say that I am probably the person who knows and understands him best in the world, so he taught me these things. He taught me how to learn, probably because of this. I nodded silently, then picked up the little shaman and put it on my bed. I know the art of supporting the wooden shaman myself, so I thought that there should be some similarities between them and it wouldn't be particularly difficult to learn.
Qin Bukong went on to say that this bamboo whistle was used when performing the Hoop Mountain Technique. Although the carving on it was a snake, it was by no means limited to snakes. I will find a time to teach you the skills of this set of spells, and the rest needs to be practiced by yourself. Starting with ants and earthworms, over time, you will be able to control not only snakes, but even tigers and leopards.
Frankly speaking, when I first heard that he was encircling the mountain and descending to control Ganmu, I felt so fascinated. Now that I have the opportunity to learn this set of spells that seems to be of little use in defeating enemies, I am starting to look forward to it.
So I put the bamboo whistle next to the bed to express my acceptance. At this time, Qin Bukong reached out and picked up the scimitar from the baggage, and stared at it for a long time. In his eyes, he seemed to be thinking about the past. He rubbed his thumb on the blade of the scimitar. It could be seen that the knife had not been polished for a long time. Even the blade was a bit dull. The rusty areas looked particularly dull, but they were not that kind of rusty ones. It's just the rust that has fallen off, but the feeling of old rust after a long period of precipitation. Qin Bukong told me that this sword was passed down to me by my father, and my father passed it on to me from his predecessor. I don’t know exactly how many years it has been passed down, but It is a must-have for our Black Miao wizards. And when you see the hair on the handle of this knife, every little stroke of hair is the hair of our predecessor wizard. When it is passed to our hands, it means that the magic power of our predecessors has also been passed on to us.
When I heard this, I stood up in awe, and then stood up and said to Qin Bukong, "I will never accept this thing. I have no virtue or ability. I just learned some superficial skills from you. Since this is for Hei Miao It's a wizard. I'm neither a wizard nor a Miao. How can I be worthy of it?
Qin Bukong handed the sword to me and said, you must accept this. As long as you study hard, you will definitely surpass me. Besides, these days, every time I see you using something like the Master Token to attack ghosts, I am also your master, so you should also use this weapon.
So I stopped talking. I felt a little conflicted and even a little resistant, but I still accepted it obediently.
