"Ancestor, he... is just like me..."
Xia Zhichan spent ten years reading the three thousand classics passed down by the Lingguan lineage, but there was no one sentence in any book that said that Yan Chixia was a seven-death evil. Even the notes written by the ancestor did not mention it. been.
"Yes. That's why I think you are his reincarnation... you two are so similar."
Dragon Corpse nodded, but he had already tested Xia Zhichan's soul and confirmed that the latter was not the reincarnation of Yan Chixia.
If it is the reincarnation of an immortal, no matter how ordinary his external appearance is, the mark deep in his soul cannot be erased, so as long as he goes deep into his soul, he will surely find it.
But Xia Zhichan's soul is clean, without any trace of mark or seal.
"Reincarnation? I am the reincarnation of the ancestor..."
This was the first time Xia Zhichan heard this statement. He pointed to his nose in disbelief. From the bottom of his heart, he was unwilling to admit this possibility, because it meant that one day he would most likely become another person.
"No, don't worry..."
"Phew, I was scared to death..."
Xia Zhichan let out a sigh of relief. He almost suspected that everything he experienced was planned. It was really a big joke.
The ups and downs of life you have experienced are just games pre-designed by the immortals.
It really felt like my life had collapsed.
"Kid, take these two things..."
The dragon corpse opened its mouth, and a water bubble the size of a lantern floated up from its mouth. It flew upwards until it melted into the big water bubble where Xia Zhichan was.
Plop.
Those two things appeared in front of Xia Zhichan.
One piece is a palm-sized dark scale, covered with tiny patterns.
One piece was a fluorescent emerald jade stone, with an evil aura shrouding it.
Xia Zhichan didn't recognize the scale, but the jade in the latter made his pupils shrink.
"Fragments of golden and jade human heads..."
Xia Zhichan didn't even need to call out the cat demon, he was absolutely sure that the piece of emerald jade exuding evil aura in front of him must be one of the fragments of the golden jade human head.
He raised his hand and put the jade into his sleeve robe, and then took the scale in his hand:
"There are still three yuan left..."
"Kid, I want to remind you, you are not the only one looking for that thing..."
"Huh? Someone else is looking for a golden head..."
Xia Zhichan frowned. He felt very different. Although he had told many people about the golden and jade heads, those who had the ability to find them must be Taoists...
"who is it?"
"Of course I don't recognize it... However, that guy gave me a very strange feeling. He was neither human nor ghost nor demon..."
The dragon corpse had lived for thousands of years before he died, but even with a thousand years of experience, he didn't know what the other party was.
"Neither human nor ghost nor demon..."
Xia Zhichan felt a sense of urgency for the first time. He thought he could just travel around the world based on his feelings and find the fragments scattered everywhere. Unexpectedly, a person appeared out of nowhere and was also looking for the fragments of the golden human head. .
I don't know if the other party already has the fragments of the golden jade human head in his hands. If so, wouldn't it be even more troublesome?
For what purpose is the other party looking for the golden head?
If you have good intentions like Xia Zhichan and don't want evil things to spread among the people, then that's fine.
But if the other party plans to use this extremely evil thing to do other things, then...
"This scale is a fragment of my reverse scale. If you encounter a crisis that you really can't handle, you can crush the scale and I will naturally help you..."
Dragon Corpse now looked like an adult packing the luggage of a child who was about to go out. He told Xia Zhichan:
"But it can only be used once."
He paused for a moment before continuing:
"Maybe you will need it in a few months, maybe in a few years..."
"Huh? What do you mean..."
Xia Zhichan held the scale and looked up and down, but didn't find anything special about it.
"It depends on whether you want the third thing I give you. If you want it, the scales will be temporarily unavailable..."
"Of course! Why not?"
Xia Zhichan played with it a few times, and then threw the scales into her sleeve robe.
"Because this kind of thing is different from the previous ones..."
Buzz!
That was the sound of the sword.
The hairs all over Xia Zhichan's body trembled in an instant. He could feel a sharp sword sticking to his throat without looking.
"This is a trace of sword energy that took me three hundred years to separate from the vast sword energy in my body... You have learned the invisible sword energy, so you should be able to incorporate it into your body."
Xia Zhichan forced herself to lower her head and glanced around. She didn't see any shadow of the sword, but the feeling like a ray of light on her back never dissipated.
Gudong.
He swallowed. The sword energy should not even be one ten thousandth of the sword energy in the dragon corpse, but it already made him unable to move.
If it is forcibly stored in the body, it is no different from swallowing a knife.
"Yes, or not. The choice is in your hands..."
Dragon Corpse closed his eyes, looking at him as if he was going to give Xia Zhichan some time to think about it, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he heard:
"Of course I want it, come on!"
"Hahaha, you are truly worthy of being a descendant of Yan Chixia. If he had not had the courage to risk his life and survive, he would not have been able to compete with Buddhism and Taoism as a casual cultivator... Don't regret it. .”
As soon as the dragon corpse thought, Xia Zhichan felt the sword energy stabbing him from all directions.
There was nothing there, but blood began to ooze from his skin.
Xia Zhichan gritted his teeth and sat cross-legged.
The invisible sword energy in his body surged out, competing with the sword energy.
In the struggle, they merge with each other.
"Yan Chixia taught me how to cultivate invisible sword energy back then, but after all, I am not your human race, and the meridians in my body are different from your human race, so it took me three hundred years to refine this sword energy... "
Dragon Corpse didn't say half of what he said. Yan Chixia had made a conjecture back then.
If there is a person who has the same cultivation level as Yan Chixia and has cultivated invisible sword energy, he can spend time refining the sword energy in the dragon corpse for his own use, so that the dragon corpse can regain its freedom.
The reason why Yan Chixia didn't take action personally was because his deadline had come and he was facing the catastrophe of ascension. If he rashly took action to absorb the sword energy, it might affect his final tribulation.
Of course, that's because he took many detours when he created the lineage of spiritual officials. And because he is a casual cultivator, he does not have the inheritance of the sect and the protection of his teachers, so it is extremely difficult to practice. But Xia Zhichan was different. He had everything Yan Chixia had back then, and he also had what Yan Chixia didn't have.
As long as there are no accidents, Xia Zhichan will definitely reach the pinnacle of cultivation in this world in less time than Yan Chixia. At that time, there will be at least several decades before his ascension, enough time for him to help Long The corpse has refined the sword energy in his body.
By then, Xia Zhichan had obtained the vast sword energy, and the dragon corpse was free.
Hey hey hey, the little abacus was making a snapping sound.
There was a crackling sound, and Xia Zhichan's bones were also crackling.
Although there was only a trace of that sword energy, it was extremely condensed.
Although the sword energy in Xia Zhichan's own body was large in quantity, it was far less condensed than that sword energy.
It's like the difference between a thin wire and a pile of white tofu.
No matter how much sword energy was used to wash it away, the latter remained motionless and was not affected by Xia Zhichan's sword energy at all.
"Don't think about fighting it, try to guide it into your body, and then operate according to the Little Zhoutian."
Xia Zhichan started to try according to what the dragon corpse said. He no longer thought about subduing the sword energy first, but instead guided it into his body through coaxing and coaxing.
"It will be much faster this way, that is..."
Before the dragon corpse finished speaking, he saw Xia Zhichan's right arm burst into a cloud of blood mist, followed by his screams.
"It just... hurts a little."
On Xia Zhichan's right hand, as if someone had dug it with an iron plow, there was a blood groove deep enough to show the bone, dripping with blood.
call--
He took a deep breath and activated his sword energy again.
This time it was the left hand. First the veins popped out, then the bones and flesh became swollen and deformed, and blood seeped out little by little, but in the end the tragedy of the right hand did not happen.
But when the sword energy reached his shoulders.
Bang!
The sword energy came out of his body and opened a finger-sized hole in his shoulder.
This time Xia Zhichan didn't cry out in pain, maybe because she was prepared.
The drop of dragon blood essence that had entered his body before came into play again. Those golden threads emerged from Xia Zhichan's wounds, and then those wounds began to heal slowly bit by bit.
Wait until the wounds on both hands have healed.
Bang!
Another cloud of blood mist burst out, and the wound that had just healed appeared on Xia Zhichan's shoulder again. He ignored it and started to absorb the sword energy with his other hand.
Fail, bleed, heal, try again.
Gradually, Xia Zhichan became numb to the pain.
But he didn't stop.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, such terrifying perseverance... In less than twenty years, he will become a more terrifying existence than Yan Chixia."
The dragon corpse spit out a mouthful of water bubbles, and there was another drop of golden blood in the water bubbles.
Following the bubbles, it floated into Xia Zhichan's body.
The latter was completely unaware. He was now focusing all his attention on controlling the sword energy, blocking out everything from the outside world.
…
The sword light fell, and the heads of the bandits fell to the dust.
Nan Er pressed the handle of the knife, and he rushed out as soon as blood rushed to his head. These bandits were very fierce in the eyes of ordinary people, but in his eyes, they were no different from meat on the chopping board.
After the bandits were decapitated, no trace of blood spattered out. Their figures seemed to be frozen in place at the moment when their heads were decapitated with a sword.
The heads that fell on the ground disappeared, and so did the decapitated bandits.
Nan Er looked at the yard, which was as empty as when he first arrived, and felt a little lost for a moment.
He didn't know if he just had a dream of a hero saving a beauty.
"Thank you……"
There was a voice behind me.
He turned his head and saw the woman in a pink skirt leaning against the peach tree. A peach branch was inserted into her neck, and a bright red ribbon slipped from her shoulder with the blood flowing out.
With a smile on her face, she bowed respectfully to Nan Er, who was holding a knife.
"If I had met you before, I might not have..."
The woman gradually disappeared from Nan Er's eyes, leaving only the peach tree that was still in full bloom.
And that vague thank you.
Nan Er looked at the peach tree in front of him and withdrew his long knife.
Perhaps many years ago, there was indeed a lively and lovely woman like a peach blossom fairy living in this mansion that was not yet abandoned.
She hid under the blooming peach tree, and when she sniffed the fragrance of the flowers, she was thinking of her lover who was too shy to speak out...
When she had no other choice, she died under this peach blossom tree.
The peach blossoms falling one after another are the tears shed by the peach trees.
It is also the home where she rests.
Nan Er was speechless for a moment. He stretched out his hand as if he wanted to retain something. A peach blossom on the peach branch fell lightly and fell right into his palm.
The peach tree shrank and dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally returned to the way it looked when Nan Er first saw it.
It was as if nothing happened and everything was just a dream.
Nan Er lowered his head and looked at the palm of his hand. The peach blossom lying quietly there gradually withered, but then bore fruit again, and finally waited for the petals to fall away.
There is only one small peach left.
Nan Er rubbed the corners of his eyes and threw the peach into his mouth.
sweet--
There is no peach fragrance, but it is like the taste on a woman's lips.
