After a while, a shriveled-looking money bag appeared in Qi Jingzhi's hand.
He glanced at the money bag that seemed to contain nothing, and his tone was much more solemn than when he took out the Hidden Edge Technique before: "This is a gift from an old friend of mine. He is a direct descendant of the Jiao family in Chaozhou, and his grandfather is He is a military lord in charge of the army, if you wish..."
In fact, Qi Jingzhi only came up with it temporarily, partly for the sake of Old Wei, not wanting the Jiuzhen Wei family he had worked hard for all his life to decline, and partly because he felt pity for Wei Bao in front of him, not wanting him to embark on the journey of the Golden Sword Wei in the East China Sea. old road.
When Wei Bao heard this, the expression of gratitude on his face became stronger, but he shook his head without hesitation: "To be honest with my benefactor, I can become a post soldier, and I am even listed in the military register. Half of it is because I dare to fight." Dare to fight, and the remaining half is based on my uncle's reputation. I have also tried the martial arts in the army, and my fighting skills have improved a lot over the past few years, but here... there is no movement at all."
He punched himself in the chest with a heavy punch. There was a look of despair on his face about his failure to practice in the past, but more importantly, he was excited to change his destiny. At least I have taken care of them, it’s really... it’s really..."
Qi Jingzhi was silent after hearing this, feeling that Old Wei was far more powerful than he thought, but the Jiu Zhen Wei family was really unlucky, as if all the luck and luck of the family had been exhausted by Old Wei.
"I just hope that if Old Wei knows something, don't blame me for making arbitrary decisions."
Qi Jingzhi sighed in his heart, knowing that his sudden thought was actually a bit reckless, but the red gold knife had already fallen into the eyes of Wei Bao and Geshu Dashi. Unless they were silenced immediately, he would not be able to return to Liaozhou if he came to Liaozhou. The matter of the knife can no longer be concealed from others.
Geshu Dashi may not care, but Wei Bao will inevitably have his thoughts. Whether he tries to get it by himself, rushes back to mobilize the clansmen of the Jiuzhen Wei clan to come and ask for it, or secretly colludes with outsiders to plot it, the news It will inevitably leak out.
Instead of causing unnecessary trouble and letting the red gold sword fall into the hands of someone who does not know his character, it would be better to inform Wei Bao directly and let him choose whether to become the next golden sword Wei.
Thinking of this, Qi Jingzhi suddenly felt that he was able to meet Wei Bao in the vast hills and wilderness outside Jiuzhen County, and that he happened to be able to see the red gold sword, and then they slayed demons side by side. It was indeed a bit of a coincidence. The meaning of meeting.
At this moment, he could not help but have a deeper understanding of what Deng Fuqing had called "a fate that happened thousands of miles apart and met by chance". Although he did not fully believe it, he was willing to act according to his own wishes.
At this moment, Geshu Dashi, who was not far behind the two of them, suddenly laughed out loud, his voice full of excitement: "Hide your sword with a heart and swallow your boat's belly, so that's what it means!"
Qi Jingzhi and Wei Bao turned around after hearing the sound, and saw him holding the black knife in front of his chest with both hands. His eyes were like wicks, burning with blazing flames, which turned his eyebrows and hair into a green color: "It turns out that my brother Shu's purple-bearded and blue-eyed body is the best scabbard in the world!"
Geshu Dashi stared at the black knife in front of him and said word by word: "I don't care what your name was before. From now on, your last name will be Geshu! As for the name, if you can swallow me, it will be called Geshu." So what’s the problem with Geshu Dashi!”
Having said that, the young man with purple beard and blue eyes raised the knife and cut his forehead severely, and a large amount of blood immediately poured out from the wound.
The bright red blood with a hint of greenness dripped down the tip of the knife, and instantly covered the blade.
The next moment, the black sword suddenly shook and suddenly disintegrated, turning into a ball of miserable black energy, and then gathered into the shape of a dark sword ghost.
This sword ghost is quite different from the previous ones. It is like smoke and fog, virtual and real. It is covered with a thin layer of green halo and floats lightly in the air. However, it is equally ugly and ferocious. It dances and roars: "Geshu Dashi! Geshu Dashi!"
Seeing this, Geshu Dashi grinned, raised his hand and wiped it on his forehead. The palm of his hand was smeared with the blood from his eyebrows, and also glowed with a green shimmer.
He reached out his hand, grabbed the sword ghost tightly, and shouted loudly: "From now on, you are the sword in my heart, and I am the sheath on your body! Look, I am the one who refined you into the magic weapon in my palm. Or will you turn me into
The devil in the sword! "
With that said, Geshu Dashi pulled the sword ghost forward and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation.
Not only did the sword ghost have no intention of resisting, but he actively poured into Geshu Dashi's mouth, and disappeared after a while.
At the same time, Geshu Dashi's clothes suddenly cracked open with countless tiny cuts. When he looked closely, it was not just his clothes, but his whole body's skin was cracking, as if he was being cut by thousands of sharp knives at the same time. The dense wounds suddenly appeared, and beautiful blood seeped out from them, turning him into a bloody man instantly.
Geshu Dashi's face suddenly turned pale, and even the jade fire in his eyes weakened by half, and he quickly retracted his eyes.
His body swayed violently, and he staggered for seven or eight steps in the sea water, but he finally stood firm and did not fall down.
The next moment, the young man with purple beard and blue eyes slowly turned around and smiled towards the other two people. He was sincerely happy but also a little twisted and ferocious.
Not far away, Qi Jingzhi and Wei Bao had already stood up in shock.
"A heart that hides a sword, but a heart that swallows a boat?" Qi Jingzhi recited it silently, and felt that the vastness of the world and the wonders of the roads were truly breathtaking.
Originally, when he thought about it, although the gist of Zangfeng Technique only contained a few lines, the meaning was extremely clear and clear, and there would be no room for ambiguity.
However, after Brother Shu Dashi took a look at it, he understood a completely different truth from it. The title given to the black sword was really too weird. It seemed to be based on the bloodline magic of beard slave Qingniu and warding off evil and ghosts. The black knife was included in it, thus completely subduing the refining, which can be called deviant and shocking.
However, feeling the sharp aura emanating from Geshu Dashi's body, Qi Jingzhi had to admit that the other party had indeed successfully hidden the edge. He used a very crude method to kill a magic blade that had been sealed in a stone coffin at the bottom of the hill for who knows how many years. The ghost soldier was put into the scabbard, and the scabbard was Geshu Dashi himself.
The risk is extremely high, and if something goes wrong, you will die miserably, but the rewards after success are also extremely generous.
In Qi Jingzhi's perception, the person in front of him who had no cultivation at all a moment ago, after taking the risk of hiding a knife and swallowing a boat, had successfully condensed his heart and soul, opened his spiritual aperture, and used The sad sword aura of Geshu Dao feeds on it, and it also goes very deep and far at the level of Dinxia. Even if the majestic state of mind of wielding a sword to control ghosts appears in the next moment, Qi Jingzhi will not be the least bit surprised.
In comparison, the demonic monk in black who chanted sutras and worshiped ghosts but suffered backlash was really not worth mentioning. Not only was his bloodline and qualifications far inferior to Geshu Dashi, but his temperament and mentality were even different.
As for the ghost sword that has been surnamed Geshu and can even disperse into energy, compared to the innate destiny weapon that Mu Yingxian said was based on the companion weapon spirit, maybe it can be called an acquired destiny weapon?
"It's just that this acquired weapon always wants to take the sword owner and replace it, and make the so-called Geshu Dashi by myself."
Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Wei Bao and Geshu Dashi were ruthless characters who risked their lives to gain power. Qi Jingzhi himself also got a handicap of unknown origin. Sutra, you don’t know anything about many key points of cultivation, but you practice them without hesitation?
Coming from a humble background, if you want to be extraordinary, how can it be without cost?
Thinking of this, Qi Jingzhi raised his head and looked up at the sky. For a long time, he saw only a clear blue sky, white moon and clear wind, and no signs of spiritual energy surging.
Qi Jingzhi looked at Geshu Dashi again and saw that his eyes were like sapphire and his eyes were clear, and he didn't look like he had suffered a catastrophe from the gods silently. He couldn't help but feel a little curious in his heart, and his eyes were on the blood dripping on his body. He swirled around the edge of the knife: "Could it be that it was accidentally hit by accident, and that the internal and external spiritual pressure was balanced in a very short time in such an extremely rough way?"
Seeing his strange behavior, Geshu Dashi looked up at the sky in confusion, then lowered his head to examine himself, but found nothing strange. He immediately withdrew his gaze and slowly walked in front of the two of them.
He leaned weakly on his green cow, but his eyes were fixed on the cow corpse that had its scales stripped off its back. His throat moved, and then his stomach began to growl.
Qi Jingzhi and Wei Bao were startled, they had been ignored before.
The feeling of hunger also rushed out. They looked at each other and then lowered their heads in unison, staring at the remains of the blue-scaled manatee, both with strange eyes.
After a long time, the black-and-white tiger-striped beast and the green-skinned green bull worked together to drag the remains of the blue-scaled manatee alive into the fishing village not far from the shore by relying on their girdle belts.
Because of the previous rampage of the blue-faced sword ghost and the terrifying noises coming from the seaside, except for a few families on the edge of the village who were slaughtered and devoured, every house in this small village was closed and locked, and there was darkness and silence.
The three of them knocked on the doors of several houses one after another, and after some hard talking, the village was awakened from the fear. Instead, the village was filled with howls and screams, and it became a mess.
In this situation, Wei Bao, the most inconspicuous among the three, stood up and managed to calm the villagers with his red robe and leather armor and his identity as a descendant of the Wei family. Then he led a team of men to light torches. Go to the beach to collect the remains of the murdered people.
The remaining people stayed away from the strange beasts with black and white tiger stripes and the green cattle with mouths full of sharp teeth, and gathered in the open space in the village. Under the instructions of the village elder, they lit bonfires, set up pots to boil water, and prepared to eat.
After Qi Jingzhi and Geshu Dashi drove the two strange beasts away, several villagers stepped forward cautiously. They first tested the poison with the village's cats and dogs, and then cut into pieces the flesh of the blue-scaled manatee, which had few internal organs left. The bones were cut into eight pieces, leaving a portion for the two strange beasts that were not vegetarian at first glance, and the rest was thrown into the boiling cauldron.
The huge bull's head, which was missing one horn and a large piece of scalp, was cut off individually and placed on a wooden table covered with white cloth and holding an incense burner.
Later, when Wei Bao came back with the men with sad faces and heavy steps, hundreds of villagers worshiped the souls of the dead under the leadership of the village elders. A strange flesh had already floated in this small fishing village. fragrant.
The fragrant beef was quickly brought to Qi Jingzhi and the other three, and the leading village elder personally presented Wei Bao with a large bowl. His face showed not only gratitude, but also deep awe.
No one was around. On the now deserted beach, a black-gray mangy old dog suddenly emerged from the sea. It vigorously shook its sparse, wet hair, and splashed water droplets all over the sky.
It waded slowly forward in the shallow water, lingered for a moment at the place where the blue-scaled manatee fell, then climbed up to the shore, sniffed carefully at the place where the blue-faced sword ghost was drinking, and then moved towards the place in a hurry. Run in the direction of the fishing village.
This old mangy dog ran very fast, but unfortunately his left hind leg was lame, so he inevitably limped when he ran.
Not long after, it quietly entered the fishing village, watched in the darkness for a long time, and suddenly raised its head and let out a loud bark.
The next moment, both domestic dogs and wild dogs inside and outside the fishing village were barking wildly, and the group responded in harmony. The noisy place was like thousands of dogs barking at each other endlessly.
At the same time, the shameless old dog himself stood up in human form, flashed in the darkness, and transformed into a human form. He turned out to be a lame, leprous-headed old man with a half-bald head and large swollen hair. He had ugly yellow tinea, and he was wearing an extremely inconspicuous gray cloth robe. The exposed skin on his neck, arms, etc. was all chapped like cracks.
He walked slowly to the open space in the village, went to the big pot and picked up a beef bone. He was not afraid of scalding his mouth at all, and swallowed up the bone marrow in a slurp. He threw the bones back, causing soup to splash in the cauldron.
The village woman who was standing next to the iron pot seemed to have not seen her, and she allowed the lame and scabby old man to take another beef rib out of the pot and chew it with open mouth as if no one else was watching. The dripping juice spilled all over his front.
He raised his head, chewing beef, and strolled past the sacrificial table for the dead souls. When he saw the cow head on the table, his dim eyes suddenly lit up, and he could not move his legs or walk. On the move.
"Oh my, the head of this East China Sea cow is the most tender and plump. It would be a waste to leave it here!"
The lame and leprous old man sighed, raised his hand and wiped it on his shiny mouth. He turned to look at the young swordsman standing next to him, and suddenly smiled, revealing a pair of sparse yellow teeth: "This little brother is... It’s time to grow muscles and bones, why should I stand here and stare at the old man instead of eating meat?”
"Senior is a member of the Taoist sect.
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Qi Jingzhi looked at the lame old man with a scabby head and chuckled: "May I ask, senior, what is the East China Sea Wagging Cow?"
The lame and leprous old man's eyes flashed, he looked the young man up and down, shook his head and said: "Feng Yatou's disciples are not very rigorous, and they dare to leave the mountain without knowing anything. It is really too casual!"
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