Peng Yi provoked Wei Shiqi in the Poisonous Spider Valley and kicked him on an iron plate, causing him to stumble. Even the Biluo Sword was destroyed by the Zangxue Sword. Afterwards, Du Mo took action to save his apprentice's face, but nothing happened. , of course the Poison Sword Sect would not tell anyone about such a shameful thing, but there is no airtight wall in the world. I don’t know who leaked it, and the news slowly spread like it had legs.
Everyone likes gossip, as long as it's gossip about other people. When Wei Shiqi returned to Wuya Temple in the dusk, he was not surprised when he saw Qingming sitting on the railing of the plank road, swaying his short legs and looking at him with a smile.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, we haven't seen each other for just a few days, and yet he revealed such a big leak, even Shi Tiezhong was alarmed! Peng Yi is really unlucky. He was thirty years old in front of his senior brother, and his skin and flesh were torn apart. He also had to be on the plate. The silk cave has been closed for three years, and the place is extremely shabby. Three years is not a long time, nor is it a short time. It is not easy to endure! Hey, Senior Brother Wei, are you deliberately trying to establish your authority and are you ruthless in secret? "
Wei Shiqi did have this idea at the time and did not deny it, "That man is pestering Yu Yao, he is reckless and noisy, and he doesn't know how to advance or retreat. If you don't teach him a lesson, all kinds of cats and dogs will jump out of him in the future." There was something in his words, and Peng Yi jumped out for him. If Yu Yao comes forward, there is no guarantee that there is no one behind her. If she is not suppressed this time, there may be endless troubles.
"That's a slap in the face... but you were really cruel. Not counting the fact that you destroyed the Biluo Sword, even Du Mo came home defeated."
"That's a fluke. Senior Brother Du's Five Cut Sword Qi is not easy to deal with. Fortunately, he relied on his status and only made an appointment with one sword."
"I heard that Du Mo lost a lot of things to you? He also sent Jin Peiyu to send a storage bag to Wuyaguan, indicating that it was a sharp thing he lost to you in sword gambling."
"It's nothing, just some demon elixirs and spirits of six-winged water snakes. I want to resmelt the iron rods. I was discounted by Sirius Guo Kui at Jie Tianling, so I never bothered with them."
"You and Feng Huang have been working in Dinglu Pit these days?"
"Yes, I just made it. We have made an appointment to go to Xiongyan Cliff tomorrow to test the power of the iron rod." With that said, Wei Shiqi took out the iron rod from his sword pouch and handed it to Qingming generously.
Qingming took it in his hand and looked at it. He didn't know what trick he had used. The iron rod was slightly depressed, and the shadow of a strange snake appeared, twisting and circling, enjoying itself. "Interesting!" Qingming waved it casually a few times, like a child playing with a big hammer, kowtowing and kicking, but it was very awkward.
"This is a 'horcrux' imitated by the ancient monks' 'Soul Refining Divine Weapon'. The soul eyes are divided into 'virtual positions', 'virtual points' and 'virtual orifices'. The opening of these three eyes is too rough. It's barely a 'vacant position' and can't accommodate too powerful spirits. Let me see, well, two six-winged water snakes and a blood python, they are too weak!"
Wei Shiqi didn't expect that he actually knew the soul weapon, and was very surprised. He asked a few questions, but Qingming shook his head and said that the "Soul Refining Divine Weapon" had been lost tens of thousands of years ago. He heard that the Southern Barbarian Soul Sect was still alive. There is some lingering sound, but it's nothing special.
However, Qingming was also very interested in the Horcrux in his hand, and took the initiative to suggest: "Sure, ask me to come with you tomorrow to have a look - by the way, you are smelting this iron rod in a hurry, maybe you want to mix it into the year-end gambling game." foot?"
"That's what I mean. I heard that there is no risk of life in gambling. If you are lucky enough to win, you can get a lot of good things..."
"There is no Gouyan Sect this year. The leader said that each sect has one more person. The Poison Sword Sect is in charge and has five people. This makes a total of fourteen people, two more than in previous years. Hehe, the Poison Sword Sect has suffered a loss. There were fourteen winnings, I don’t know who got the advantage in the end!" He stretched out his little hand, twirled his fingers and said in a long voice, "There are three people from the Sword Control Sect, Elder Xing recommends one person, and it probably won’t be you. Elder Mo recommends one person, and it probably won’t be you. It won’t be you…”
“Do I need someone’s recommendation to participate in the gambling game?”
"Of course, the person who recommends you will have to bet an extra fortune. That is the bet of the elder sect leader and has nothing to do with you."
Wei Shiqi understood as soon as he heard that when disciples of each sect entered the gambling game, the gambling funds were paid by the banker, and the recommender made additional bets, and the winnings and losses were calculated separately. He asked curiously: "Does the banker pump water?"
Qingming laughed, "You also know how to draw, haha, draw, there are fourteen prizes, no matter whether you win or lose, the dealer will get two in the end."
Wei Shiqi nodded and asked: "Who else in the Sword Control Sect can recommend someone to join the gambling game this year?"
Qingming pointed to his nose and said, "That's me!"
A thought flashed through Wei Shiqi's mind. Qingming's identity is indeed not simple! He smiled and said: "Hey, can we discuss it and let me join the gambling game this year?"
Qingming glanced at him, "How many gifts can you help me win?"
"Just do your best."
Qingming stretched out her arm and patted his shoulder, "I'll wait until I see your iron rod tomorrow. If there are really two brushes, it doesn't hurt to recommend you to go!"
"Thank you very much."
"By the way, you haven't been in Wuyaguan for the past two days. Have you heard about the Pingyuan faction uniting with the side factions to clear the Guimen Yuan?"
Wei Shiqi shook his head, and combined the efforts of all the factions to clear the ghost gate abyss. Is it a fictitious thing? Is it true to find out the cause of Qi Du's fall? Could it be that this matter has already been resolved?
Qingming said: "Qi Du, a member of the Kunpeng sect, went to Guimenyuan to hunt down the man-faced dove. The soul lamp enshrined in the Five Views Hall of Qianren Peak suddenly went out. Ji Hongru, the leader of Pingyuan, united with the three sects of Liyang, Xuantong and Yuxu. Went to Guimenyuan and fought with the human-faced dove and red-eyed snake for a while, but we didn’t find Qidu, but we found the whereabouts of Hou Jiangcheng.”
"Hou Jiangcheng?"
"He died on the other side of the Ghost Gate Abyss. His body was devoured by monsters, and the Seven Birds Sword was missing."
"Who killed him?"
Qingming muttered: "I don't know, who knows, God knows..."
The two were leaning against the railing and talking. The sky was covered with clouds and the chill was blowing. In the blink of an eye, snowflakes were falling, covering the sky and the ground, as thick as goose feathers. Qingming was stunned for a moment, unable to contain his joy, he jumped out of the railing with a loud shout and disappeared without a trace. trace.
"It's snowing..." Wei Shiqi thought thoughtfully. He suddenly remembered a long time ago. In the city where he lived, it snowed heavily one year. When he came to the classroom early in the morning, there were only two or three people there. A girl ran in from the door with a smile and stuffed a ball of snow into his neck, which was cold and wet. How old was he then? sixteen? Seventeen? I can’t remember clearly, the only thing I remember is the cold and wet feeling, and that young smiling face.
The past is like a dream, leaving only some vague shadows lingering in my heart.
Wei Shiqi buried his face in his hands, feeling sad. Life should not be repeated. Doing it again is like a game. Although the plan is careful and there are fewer mistakes, it is difficult to devote oneself to it. Those green and beautiful feelings have gone away from him. In this world, he is just a passerby who shouldn't be there. He can't find a sense of belonging, so he can only go on the stage and act according to other people's scripts.
His enthusiasm suddenly waned, and all the previous pride was gone, leaving only him alone in the vast world. It's so lonely...
