This night.
Zheng Xiu used new tricks.
Feng Bei was moved by it.
The two fought hard all night.
The third day.
The night is cool.
The snow is falling heavily.
The dead trees at the foot of the mountain are covered with crystal clear ice flowers.
The cold wind howled, like a sharp knife passing by, and like a ghost crying.
The young man arrived as promised, spread his wings, flew high, and landed with a knife.
Feng Bei was still sitting in front of the bonfire, bored and alone facing the lonely night. It wasn't until Zheng Xiu slashed at her that she showed her long-lost smile.
He stood up and shook off the snow on his body, wearing black silk gloves and shooting forward.
The boy's progress was so rapid that she was secretly frightened.
At first, Feng Bei could still avoid it calmly, but on the third day, Feng Bei had to use his hands.
Merely using feet and changing body positions is no longer enough to satisfy the young man.
That being the case.
"Be careful!"
Feng Bei reminded softly.
Tonight Zheng Xiu's sword played completely different tricks again.
The big scimitar was actually translucent, with distorted light and shadow wandering on it. It seemed real and fake, and Feng Bei couldn't tell the truth at a glance.
Retracting his right hand midway, Feng Bei dodged to avoid it, and the chains chopped pieces of snow into powder. Feng Bei's long hair floated up in his right eye, and the word "Ding Wei" rolled leisurely in the strange pupils.
"What kind of technique are you doing?"
Feng Bei was silent for a moment and asked.
The sword missed, and Zheng Xiu landed not far away without any surprise. Zheng Xiu held the scimitar in his hand and shook his head: "What a coincidence, you don't know, and I don't know either."
"You don't know? This is not your technique?"
"It's my first glimpse of the door, but my understanding is still shallow." Zheng Xiu explained sheepishly.
Last night, he upgraded [Shock] to "Break into the House".
What I changed tonight was [Inspiration].
Zheng Xiu didn't know what the effect of inserting [Inspiration] on [Purgatory] would be.
Treasure Queen Fengbei gains experience quickly, but Zheng Xiu plans to insert all the effects that can be inserted first and master the specific abilities before proceeding.
Feng Bei is now 90% sure, knowing that Zheng Xiu, like her, is a born "stranger" with an ominous hand.
Because of this, she deeply doubted whether the "Zheng Evil" and "Zheng Shan" in front of her were the same person.
Because "unlucky" is different from parent-child blood, and can be inherited through blood.
It is understandable that his father is a stranger, but it would be absurd to say that "unfortunateness" can be passed down to his own children.
Absolutely not.
Each kind of "weird object" is unique in the world. It is impossible for the same kind of "weird object" to exist in two people at the same time.
unless……
Zheng Shan is dead.
Throwing away the impossible possibility, Feng Bei nodded, his face as calm as ever, and said: "Come again."
Zheng Xiu took action.
Chains all over the sky are bent and layered, like a prison cage, wrapping Feng Bei inside.
After practicing with Feng Bei for three days, Zheng Xiu's proficiency in [Purgatory], which is the immeasurable proficiency on the panel, gradually increased. Now Zheng Xiu is able to wield [Purgatory] like an arm, and he can hit it exactly where he points.
He vibrated the chain to adjust the direction of the knife.
The two scimitars struck behind Feng Bei from two directions.
This is a variant of the Panlong Eighteen Cuts "Double Dragon Fetching Water".
Feng Bei first avoided the first sword, but then took the initiative to reach out his arm to catch the second sword.
Zheng Xiu was shocked when he saw Feng Bei's movement. It was too late to take it back. He could only watch as the blade of the machete sliced through Feng Bei's forearm.
"Why did you take the initiative to pick it up like a fool?"
The two of them made an appointment here not to fight for life and death, but for experience. Seeing that Feng Bei was really "injured", Zheng Xiu felt heartbroken. He was afraid of hurting the Treasure Queen, so he quickly stepped forward to check. But when Feng Bei rolled up his sleeves and exposed his fair upper arms, Zheng Xiu was stunned.
Feng Bei's arm was intact, and the scimitar actually went straight through it, leaving only a faint black line on Feng Bei's arm.
"This is actually a kind knife?"
Zheng Xiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He was shocked in vain. The chain was retracted. Zheng Xiu raised the scimitar and chopped it into his hand. This was confirmed when he saw the scimitar passing through his arm like air. [Purgatory] equipped with [Inspiration] is like a kind knife that removes all damage and is so gorgeous that only special effects remain.
"That doesn't make sense!"
Zheng Xiu was puzzled as he swung the scimitar and stabbed it into himself. It stands to reason that when a [medical] knife is inserted into a person's body, it can both bleed and restore blood, so it always has an effect. Why did Zheng Xiu's [inspiration] that he was so looking forward to come to life, but he couldn't respond to Zheng Xiu's expectations?
When Feng Bei was thinking, he had some ideas, and when he looked up, he saw the ignorant and fearless young man stabbing his body with a knife with no expression on his face.
"Don't!"
Feng Bei was about to suppress the young man's movements when he was shocked to remember that his hand had something ominous about it. In desperation, he could only fly up and kick him out.
Boom!
Zheng Xiu seemed to have been kicked off by a fierce heifer, and rolled into a snowball on the snow, rolling down the mountain.
"Zheng E!"
Feng Bei secretly thought that this step was too heavy, and he stepped to the edge of the cliff, only to see the young man spread his wings and flew up angrily: "Why are you kicking me! Are you going to sneak attack with a dignified string? I'm easy to bully, right?"
"No." Feng Bei turned her head and saw that the boy's head was covered with snow, but he was safe and sound. She couldn't help but feel a little funny. She coughed twice, quickly regained her composure, and said calmly: "Your technique seems a bit strange."
Upon hearing this, Zheng Xiu perked up: "What's so strange?"
Weird? Qi Qi is right, Zheng Xiu hates hearing Feng Bei say "normal" the most right now.
How can you say it's average? Who is average? Where is it normal?
"I need to try it again." Feng Bei was also curious now. She had never seen such a weird magic trick.
Over the years, she has seen all kinds of miraculous techniques, so that when she faced the three disabled people in the Fairy Aunt Temple, she could tell each other's methods with just two glances.
But facing Zheng Xiu, after much thought, she couldn't figure out what kind of path Zheng Xiu had.
Even if they are born strange and have their own ominous nature, they can still respond to the "doorway".
"Next, be careful. If you feel any discomfort, close your eyes immediately." Feng Bei warned again and again. With the right eye as the center, the dark lines extended all the way down the right side of the delicate body.
Every time he used this move, Feng Bei would warn him carefully, for fear of accidentally injuring the young man.
I saw Feng Bei standing there, holding his right palm empty.
When Zheng Xiu saw Feng Bei's "chopping the mountain" posture, his scalp felt numb and he took a step back.
Buzz buzz.
The [Purgatory] inserted with [Inspiration] actually trembled in Zheng Xiu's hand, and waves of subtle buzzing vibrations spread to the palm of his hand.
Zheng Xiu's incarnation was not equipped with [Inspiration], but perhaps because the concentration of ghosts around Feng Bei was too high at the moment, Zheng Xiu vaguely saw a hazy figure behind Feng Bei.
It’s [Executioner]!
Zheng Xiu's breath was stagnant, and Feng Bei's idea of hanging his street lamp flashed across his mind.
"It doesn't matter if you take action, I will hold back."
Feng Bei said.
Zheng Xiu was relieved now.
Move, move, exert force, coil the dragon, and draw the sword.
I refreshed [Footwork], [Strongness], [Eighteen Coiling Dragon Slashes], and [Inspiration] in one go, which was extremely efficient.
The kind-hearted Inspired Sword turned into a sword shadow and slashed down in the sky. Feng Bei secretly nodded at Zheng Xiu's move and gently waved the afterimage of his right hand.
Ding!
There was a crisp sound, and Zheng Xiu's eyebrows hurt, and he watched helplessly as his Purgatory was chopped into black mist by Feng Bei's knife.
Feng Bei stopped where he was and looked at the young man in surprise.
"Can your sword cut 'ominous'?"
Zheng Xiu sat down and retracted the chain knife with a click.
Covering his brows, Zheng Xiu understood Feng Bei's words, but instead of feeling frustrated because Feng Bei easily destroyed his [Purgatory], he was overjoyed.
What Zheng Xiu is concerned about is that the [Purgatory] with [Inspiration] inserted into it can directly penetrate tangible objects and cut off invisible objects!
His big scimitar clearly collided with Feng Bei, causing fierce sparks!
This knife can cut bad luck!
"Wow, click, click—"
The young man laughed proudly, and with a burst of strength, he stretched out the skeletal chain again.
The orphan and the widow, the boy and Feng Bei, the heavy snow testifies, the heaven and the earth serve as a warning, the cat covers its eyes, and fights until dawn again.
At dawn, the young man was exhausted and hurriedly jumped off the cliff to escape.
"you……"
Just when Feng Bei wanted to persuade him to stay, the young man had already disappeared.
"Left the cat again."
Feng Bei sighed softly.
The orange cat hugged its eyes on the roof. Without waiting for Feng Bei to speak, it jumped into the house, curled up in a nest made of old clothes, and cried until tomorrow night.
Go down the mountain, hunt, cook, feed the cats.
In the bidet, Feng Bei looked at the miserable orange cat and fell into deep thought again.
(End of chapter)
