Yu Peng listened to Langdu's words and continued to play with the Mongolian scimitar in his hand.
Seeing that Yu Peng was always looking at the knife, Lang Du had no desire to snatch it back.
It’s not that I haven’t thought about it, it’s that I dare not
Langdu also showed a nostalgic look at this time, and his tone changed from the excitement just now to a soft whisper.
"This knife belongs to one of my life and death brothers. Before we fought the last battle, he went to fight it himself. He planned to give it to me after the battle. But no one expected that the battle was a bit miserable. We He was ambushed and hung there. After he died, I became a ghost, but I couldn't find him. I only found this knife, and then he picked it up for me."
Speaking of this, I don't know what Lang was thinking of, and he sat down directly from the standing position.
This enchanted space is also strange. It is not large, just over twenty square meters. There is no ground, but it floats in the air and still feels like the ground. You can stand, sit, or lie down wherever you want.
After Langdu sat down, he was one head lower than Yu Cheng, which made Yu Cheng feel more comfortable.
I had never looked at Langdu very much before, because Langdu was too tall and it was difficult to raise his head.
Langdu didn't look at Yu Peng and continued.
"His name is Hu Ge, and he has a miserable fate. In fact, he is much more powerful than me, and he is the person I admire the most. Although he is a head shorter than me, I just can't beat him. The key is that he has a good brain. On the battlefield, I relied on his advice and suggestions, so I was able to win so many battles, and then step by step, I could survive to a hundred years."
"The only pity is that he comes from a bad background. His father is a Mongolian soldier, and his mother is a Han woman who was captured and enslaved. She belongs to Chuan. In our time, mixed-race Chuan was the most unpopular, even more so than the Han soldiers who came over. , not yet welcome.”
"Why?"
Yu Peng was a little confused, because he was also of mixed race, his father was Mongolian and his mother was Han, so he didn't think anything of it?
"Hey, what kind of era was that? They fought each other to death, and they never had a good attitude towards foreigners. Sometimes we had to coax the Han soldiers who came over to us, for fear of making them unhappy, so they ran away secretly. , if you want to sell some information, it will be particularly troublesome to reveal our information. So we will serve you with delicious food and drink, and you will not be beaten or scolded."
"But for a mixed-race guy like Hu Ge, we all know that it is impossible for him to join the Qing soldiers. No one there dares to accept him, but here, we will not reuse him, but he can't live without him. We, so slowly, everyone started to take them for fun and bullied them without mercy at all."
"Huge's father was a comrade with my father, so Huge and I grew up together. Before we actually went to the battlefield, I often bullied Huge like this, calling him a bastard and beating him. At that time, he still He couldn’t beat me, but thinking about it later, he might have let me down on purpose.”
"Later, we went to the battlefield together and traveled all over the country to fight together. We fought for many years. From being indifferent at the beginning, we gradually developed a friendship, and finally we exchanged lives for each other. Sometimes it was him who saved my life. , sometimes I save his life, and somehow, we become good brothers in life and death."
"Huge is a very tangled person. He has the blood of two ethnic groups, but these two ethnic groups happened to have a war. If they don't participate as deserters, the Mongolian soldiers who grew up together will die. Let's fight. Han people of another bloodline will die, and my mother will be sad."
"Because of this, he almost went crazy. There were many times when he was fighting, he would wait for the enemy to attack him, and he would not fight back or resist, just wanting to die. Until one time, I carried it for him He was fatally stabbed and almost died before he changed his mind, but since then, his temper has been particularly bad. In my army, he has a bad temper. When he goes to the battlefield, he is almost crazy about killing soldiers. When he gets off the battlefield, if Any Mongolian soldier who insults him will be beaten to death."
"If it weren't for my father, who was the former general's estranged brother and saved the general's life. Because of this relationship, I have been protecting him. He would have been killed by Mongolian soldiers long ago."
"It's a pity that he died in the end. Actually, it's my fault. I was a little greedy for credit that day. Dozens of us brothers met another group of Qing soldiers. We killed more than a dozen of them in one encounter. They ran away. , I want to chase, thinking about the grassland with such a good view, can there be an ambush? "
"Huge disagreed at the time and said something felt wrong and asked me not to pursue him. For this reason, we had a special quarrel, which was quite fierce."
"But I don't know what happened that day. I am just stubborn. I used to listen to Huge's words, but that day I refused to listen and insisted on pursuing him. In the end, Huge had no choice but to agree."
"Sometimes, people just like to seek death. I was just seeking death that day because Huge rarely quarreled with me in front of everyone. The quarrels were so fierce that I felt a little embarrassed, so I arranged for him to be there. Gather the body, and I will lead the other brothers to chase forward."
"Guess what, we were ambushed within a few hundred meters of chasing him."
"Those Qing soldiers and thieves dug a lot of holes in the ground. They lay down in them and covered them with grass. We rode over and we were already there. We didn't even see anyone on the ground."
"They all popped up from the ground and frightened the horses. In the first round, I lost half of my brothers."
"I regretted it at the time. If I had listened to Huge's advice, I wouldn't have been like this. Just when I was stunned, a Qing soldier slashed at me with his sword. I quickly blocked it. I blocked it, but there was another one behind me. Throw the knife over and I'll be helpless."
"I still blame myself for being careless and clueless. When we fought in the past, Hu Ge and I cooperated. The two of us were close to each other and looked after each other. It has become a habit. I was in a hurry that day. I just thought about it and didn't listen to Hu Ge's advice. But that's it. I forgot, Huge wasn’t around, so when someone came from behind, I didn’t even try to hide.”
"Then I heard a pop. I thought I had been stabbed, but I didn't feel any pain. I quickly got rid of the soldier in front of me and looked back, only to realize that it was Huge. I was holding the knife that stabbed him. He didn't let the Qing soldiers have a chance to draw their swords, so they stabbed them back like crazy with the swords. Finally, they lost all their strength, spitting out blood and froth, and threw the swords to me, and before they could even say a word, they died."
"At that time, there were dozens of us, surrounded by hundreds of Qing soldiers. We all knew we were going to die and we all went crazy. I don't know when Huge came or how he broke through the siege and blocked the fatal knife for me. "
"But what's the use? There are so many Qing soldiers. We can't fight out even ten Huges, so after a while, I was also hacked to death with random knives."
"Actually it's quite simple, it's just a few things."
"Um"
Yu Peng just said yes, which counted as a response.
"After we died, we became ghosts. When we saw the Qing soldiers who had turned into ghosts and our own Mongolian soldiers at night, we continued to fight. But at this time, everyone had no weapons. They punched and kicked them. Not so thin Qing soldiers."
"In any case, we have an advantage in physical strength. Any Mongolian soldier is over 1.7 meters tall, and the tallest one is 2 meters tall. Each of them weighs 200 kilograms less. Those Qing soldiers wore armor and carried weapons when they were alive. They are quite capable of beating, but when they turn into ghosts, we beat them like children, they can be picked up and strangled to death with one hand."
"It didn't take long before we killed all the dead Qing soldiers. We didn't know at the time that they could be eaten."
"It was just that after the fight, I didn't see Huge. At that time, I was worried whether he had been beaten to death. But when I asked everyone one by one, no one saw Huge, so I realized something was wrong, but I searched all around. I can’t even find him.”
When Yu Peng heard this, he guessed what was going on. You must not be able to find him, because he is in your knife. How could you see it?
"I searched and searched at first, but couldn't find him. I was lucky, just in case he didn't die, so he wouldn't turn into a ghost. But then I realized that I saw him being stabbed with a knife. From the heart, the blood is flowing out loudly, and it would be really weird if you don't die like this."
"Later, I often walked to the place where I died in the battle. I looked for it, but I couldn't find it. I've been looking for it for many years, and I was almost worried to death. I still wanted to apologize to him. I shouldn't have scolded him like that when I was a child. Yes, I shouldn’t have quarreled with him on the day he died, and then I wanted to say thank you to him for blocking the knife for me. Although I died soon after, I should at least say thank you to him."
I don't know if he was talking about deep feelings or feelings, Langdu's voice became deeper and deeper, and he started to cry faintly.
Yu Peng looked at this strong man, hunched over and sitting on the ground, with his hands hanging down by his knees. He felt as lonely as he wanted.
Then I thought of the old soldier by the Miaogong Reservoir. He was sitting at the table and telling Uncle Wang the stories on the battlefield. It seemed that he felt the same way. There was also a tumor, and he was holding Zhao Xiang who was gradually dissipating. It was almost the same. mood
There is also the little girl that Yu Peng saw in the elementary school when he was a child. When she was sitting alone on the edge of the flag-raising platform, she looked very similar to Langdu.
People, ghosts, it’s so strange
The simpler and purer the person is, and the poorer the person, the more likely they are to burst out with this most sincere emotion
But as long as there is a little bit of interest involved, this emotion will disappear immediately.
Yu Peng held the Mongolian scimitar and looked at the strong Mongolian man in front of him. He didn't know what to do for a moment.
The hilt of the knife, which was carefully polished by the antlers, was very smooth. When Yu Peng was chopping with it before, it almost slipped out. It should have been wrapped in a layer of cowhide before, but it had long since fallen off due to the erosion of the years.
After all, even the brass handguards were rotten, let alone a layer of cowhide.
The blade is full of traces of rust and pitted, but overall it's in good condition. It's probably the composition of the meteorite iron inside that keeps it in such good condition.
Such a knife was considered a high-quality weapon in that era, and the price was certainly not cheap.
It's just that in that era, there were wars every day. A good knife could save one's life many times, so its value could not be used as a criterion.
Huge's soul is hidden inside the blade, but it seems to be unconscious. There are only muddy soul fragments, and there aren't many left.
The reason why this knife can hurt other ghosts is not because of the special material of the knife, but because it consumes Huge's soul to do so.
If it weren't for Huge's soul, even Lang wouldn't be able to pick up this sword. As for only Lang being able to pick it up, it's entirely because of Huge.
Rondu obviously doesn't know this
I have used this knife to kill other ghosts unscrupulously over the years. I feel very happy and happy. I even feel that I am special.
But he didn't know that every time he slashed, he was actually consuming Huge's soul power. When it would be completely consumed, Huge would completely dissipate, and Lang would no longer be able to lift the sword.
Maybe Huge was conscious at first, but didn't know how to get out of the knife, but then Langdu took it to kill other ghosts. Before he could react, his soul power began to be destroyed. As the number of fights increased, Huge gradually lost consciousness and intelligence.
Only the remaining soul power is left, attached to the knife
Of course, Langdu didn't know that the brother he had been looking for was actually in his hands, and that because of his unscrupulousness, Huge would be completely eliminated.
After all, he still doesn't know how to inject energy into this kind of weapon.
In a very remote place like the grassland, it is very rare that a knife that can be picked up by ghosts has the ability to roam the grassland.
But if you move to other big cities, where there are a large number of human cultivators, such weapons are everywhere, even the lowest level weapons.
By injecting soul power and spiritual power into the weapon, you can create a ghost weapon and spiritual weapon. This technology is very simple, so simple that in many monk families, teenagers can make several weapons a day.
The human body can generate spiritual energy. When making weapons, some of its own spiritual energy can be extracted and injected into the refined artifacts. This is a spiritual weapon.
Yu Peng is the most familiar with this kind of thing and its manufacturing methods. After all, what he has done most in the past few years is manufacturing various spiritual weapons, which have various functions and can harm spiritual bodies.
For some clans with complex relationships, spiritual energy is a very scarce resource. Whoever has more spiritual energy will have the opportunity to compete for profit and can climb to a higher status, making it easy for them. If you want them to spit out the spiritual energy, Mendu will No
After all, a spiritual weapon containing less spiritual energy is of little use, while a spiritual weapon containing a lot of spiritual energy is really powerful. When it can be made, a large amount of spiritual energy is needed, and it needs to be recharged after use, which consumes too much spiritual energy.
Who will make this contribution?
No one wants it for sure
But fortunately, if the family is powerful, there are still many ways, such as spending money, such as replacement, such as catching other spiritual bodies. In the earliest times, most of human beings' spiritual energy came from, absorption and acquisition during cultivation, and when making weapons. consumption
They are all extracted from captured animal and plant spirits.
That bloody and brutal era almost wiped out the animals and plants.
Of course, this behavior has not ceased to this day. Some large families and groups will still search and capture them everywhere.
Just like the little fox, he was targeted by at least several groups of humans or other spiritual organizations. If Luo Zhen hadn't taken action, the little fox would have become a consumable.
Spiritual weapons not only damage spirits, but also ghosts, and the damage effect is doubled.
The spiritual weapon cannot be made. It would be much easier to make a weapon that can hurt ghosts alone.
As long as the soul power of a ghost is integrated into the weapon when making it, it doesn't matter whether you have intelligence or consciousness. Anyway, as long as the knife has the soul power of a ghost, it will be fine.
You can hurt other ghosts
Many ghost exorcists and Taoist priests in the human world can do this.
They are all consumables anyway, and weapons are like this. If it breaks, just use a new one.
The same goes for ghosts. When they are all used up, grab another ghost and melt it in.
As easy as charging your phone
It’s just that Lang doesn’t know
The other soldiers here don't know either.
They were all soldiers when they were alive. They only knew how to fight and fight, but they didn't understand or understand anything about these magical things.
Finally, more than sixty years ago, a knowledgeable Taoist priest arrived, but he couldn't bear the consumption and was tortured to death and eaten alive.
When a scholar meets a soldier, it is hard to explain why.
When the martial arts leader encounters an army, he will be defeated within a few rounds.
Everyone has his own way
