"Thousands of gold!"
"Ten thousand gold!"
Hui Huan shouted four shocking words.
Lu Ran felt that what he saw was not a sword, but a dazzling golden light.
The golden threads spread out, the black cloth fell off, and the huge baggage carried by Zhizi opened on its own, revealing a golden sword box.
The sword box opened, and two golden lights flew out from it.
If you look closely, you will see that this is indeed not a sword, but more like two pieces of metal, one large and one small.
That's it?
Lu Ran frowned. Just these two broken pieces of iron?
The golden light suddenly appeared and instantly opened two gaps in the fog.
A golden light fell directly in front of Ke Zhizi's eyes, and Hui Huan shouted: "Golden Helmet!"
The golden light changed suddenly, and the gold pieces turned into a gorgeous and complicated golden helmet, firmly protecting Ke Zhizi's eyes.
The flying knife struck the golden helmet and made a clanging sound, then adjusted its target and stabbed directly into Ke Zhizi's heart.
"Golden Boring!" Hui Huan shouted again.
The remaining relatively large gold piece moved upon hearing the sound, turning into a long boring rod and flying the flying knife.
The flying knife did not retreat, it adjusted and struck again.
"Golden scabbard!"
What was originally a long boring gold piece changed again and turned into a strangely shaped scabbard, containing the "Mist and Dew Memory Blade".
The expression of the man in brocade clothes with a white fox face changed slightly.
"Good boy..." Qingwu became excited: "Finally there is a baby I know."
Lu Ran was in a daze for a moment, and instead of scolding him for being unfair, a good baby was given to such a "shit", he asked in a low voice: "This...is this a sword?"
"It is indeed a sword. It used to be called Thousand Swords and Ten Thousand Swords. Later it was refined into a treasure. The smaller one is called Thousand Gold and the larger one is called Ten Thousand Gold. Both are rare. I didn't expect that someone actually collected two of them." It can be seen that. , Qingwu was a little excited, and she added: "This time, Huan is indeed an outstanding talent in cultivating immortals!"
"Isn't it because he is a prince?" Lu Ran spat, looked up again, and found that the situation had changed again.
Although the flying knives stopped, the fog became thicker.
The scene in the fog can no longer be seen at all.
"The sword is not a sword, the knife is not a knife, the mist is not mist. There is only memory, which is the sharpest blade that hurts people." The white fox face said leisurely, and also placed himself in the mist.
In the fog for five miles, in addition to the panicked footsteps of Hui Huan and Ke Zhizi, the sound of flying knives appeared again.
clang.
The golden boring block.
clang clang.
The golden ax and golden fork bounced away.
Clang, clang, clang.
The only way is to use the Golden Net.
Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang...
The sound of knives suddenly sounded like rain, and the violent blows came like drops.
"What...is going on?" Lu Ran didn't understand. Hadn't the flying knife been taken away?
"Oh, that's it." Qingwu looked at the dense fog, which was still spreading out, and revealed the mystery.
"It turns out that the so-called 'Mist and Dew Memory Blade' does not refer to the flying knife, but to the fog. That's why he just said 'the knife is not a knife, and the fog is not fog'."
"What do you mean?" The fog was right in front of him. Lu Ran couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch it, and shouted in pain: "Damn it!"
The precious "Fog Dew Memory Blade" is not a sharp blade or a flying knife, but this mist.
"Then why does it hurt when I put my hand in?" Lu Ran asked again.
"Because this treasure still has the word "memory", what is "memory"? The peach blossoms are gone, and the world is no longer human." Qingwu sighed: "Let's step back a little bit."
"What do you mean? Talk like a human!"
"This fog is poisonous!"
Qingwu stepped back dozens of steps, and when Lu Ran didn't move, he explained: "Don't worry too much, this treasure is indeed mysterious, but compared with the two swords of the prince, it is not on the same level, it's just..."
"Just what?" Lu Ran also began to retreat. He was in the fog and began to feel bad.
Reminiscing turned out to be really poisonous. He suddenly remembered a lot of things he shouldn't have remembered.
"It's just that the prince is still young and has not truly understood the meaning of these swords. His sword skills are not suitable for the treasure." Qingwu retreated again and continued: "But just because he and the swordsman are young and junior, We are young again, so we have a chance to win this round.”
"Are you saying that the simpler your life experience is, the less you can recall and the less pain you will suffer?" Lu Ran also took a few steps back.
"Hey, I still have some understanding."
"No wonder you hide so far away. How many unbearable things have you done?"
Qingwu sneered and didn't answer Lu Ran.
Lu Ran was teasing, but he had no choice but to ask: "Then how to break this fog?"
"Didn't I already say it? Rely on understanding."
"Why don't you just say it's up to you to blow off some steam and brag?"
"In the past, it was indeed possible." Qingwu blinked and pointed to his forehead.
It means use your brain, young man.
Lu Ran knew that at the moment of life and death, he could no longer think too much, so he started shouting into the fog: "Comprehension! Comprehension! Rely on comprehension!"
The confusion now comes to Hui Huan.
When Wan Dao attacked, Hui Huan turned Wan Jin into a golden cage and thousands of gold into golden armor to protect his and Ke Zhizi's bodies.
But the pain of "reminiscing" was irresistible. When I returned to the world in the fog, I saw the reason for leaving the palace this time, and met a person who could only be seen in reminiscing.
Ke Zhizi is okay, she has a pure nature. As a swordsman, her life is as ordinary as water. What can she remember at the age of fifteen or sixteen?
It's just that the stab wound she suffered was not serious and her physical strength was a little weak.
At this time, she and Hui Huan both heard the word "comprehension" shouted by Lu Ran.
Comprehension?
They all listened carefully several times, and what Lu Ran shouted was indeed enlightenment.
She was puzzled and looked at Hui Huan, suddenly finding that in the thick fog, only his golden pupils could be seen.
She suddenly thought of what the white fox face said.
——The sword is not a sword, the mist is not a mist, and the sword is not a sword.
Hui Huan also thought of the second half of the sentence - only reminiscence is the sharpest weapon that can hurt people.
As soon as Huihuan entered the fog, flying knives were everywhere, and the fog was both flying knives.
And the memories in this fog are the thousands of sharp blades like rain.
To break the fog.
To break through the fog.
What can break through the fog?
How can we break through the fog?
Ke Zhizi imagined Haiyan breaking through the dark clouds, which were dark clouds edged with gold.
Hui Huan looked up and saw the moon.
So they both drank at the same time.
The blond prince who had been smiling suddenly became serious, and the silver-haired girl who had been frowning laughed like a silver bell.
"When you see the light, fly up." Hui Huan said.
"When I fly, you light up me." Ke Zhizi replied.
When Huihuan seals the seal, ten thousand gold turns into the golden moon, and a thousand gold turns into the golden star.
Two beams of light shot straight into the night sky, reflecting each other with the real stars and moon.
In the fog of remembrance, a sparkle appeared.
Luo Yan and Li He caught the shining golden light and finally flew out of the air.
The flying knife seemed to have lost its power and stopped.
The white fox-faced boy thought he was sure of victory, but when he saw these two bright lights, he shouted something bad.
So he went to mend it, using one piece of mist to mend another piece of mist.
"Not even close!" Ke Zhizi shouted: "Light is not enough!"
Hui Huan finally smiled again, a smile so sweet that even the mist became sweeter.
"receive."
After returning to the world and saying goodbye, Wanjin really broke into ten thousand pieces, ten thousand golden stars, Wanjin, and thousands of galaxies.
The thousand pieces of gold rose higher and higher, and suddenly exploded and turned into the sun.
Golden Crow.
Billions of stars turn into sunlight.
The place was instantly illuminated like daylight.
Bai Hulian screamed, staggered, and almost fell down.
Ke Zhizi's double whips had arrived, and the swallows and cranes flew together, hitting his face and chest at the same time.
The white fox spat out a mouthful of blood on his face and fell to the ground.
A flying light flew into the void.
"Is he dead?" The bad guy left so quickly, and Lu Ran seemed to have some unfinished thoughts.
"How did you know he was dead?" Qingwu asked.
"I've seen it. That kind of light flies into bliss, isn't it dead?" Lu Ran was surprised. As an immortal, you don't even know this?
"My dear, do you even know about bliss?" Now it was Qingwu who was surprised.
"...Now is not the time to talk about this." Lu Ran flew out and came to Kezhizi.
He was too embarrassed to go up to offer condolences, so he had to turn his attention to the beauty's return.
The two of you saw that I was sweating profusely, and I saw that you were covered in scraps of grass and flowers. They turned around almost at the same time to look at the remaining five bewildered men in brocade clothes, and finally cursed in unison.
"You bastard! You deserve to be killed!"
Then Lu Ran heard Ke Zhizi's silvery laughter again.
