The snowy peak was shining at sunset, and the twilight was closing. The two held hands and returned to Wuya Temple. Yu Yao handed him back the things left by Qingming, two pieces, a sword pill and a flying sickle.
The Hidden Snow Sword was created by the five-color divine light and suffered considerable damage. Fortunately, it did not damage the root. It could be restored to its original state after being refined with elixir fire. Wei Shiqi felt relieved and inhaled the sword pill into his belly, and then He picked up the flying sickle and looked at it carefully, then muttered: "Is this considered compensation?"
The flying sickle left to him during the Qingming Festival was the five-color divine light sickle left by Lu Ping. The texture was neither gold nor wood, and the style was simple and rough. It was integrated from blade to handle and bent like a hook. It seemed to be taken from some kind of demon bird. It was made from the bones of a man, with the sickle handle as the spine and the hook blade as the bird's head. With a little movement, it just felt top-heavy and far less advantageous than the usual iron rod.
He weighed the weight and said in surprise: "The center of gravity of the flying sickle is unstable, how can I control it?"
Yu Yao explained something to him. The hook-scythe is different from the sword-controlling one. There are other ingenious features. The hooks and sickles are different and the mentality is different. The so-called one weapon and one method are clearly distinguishable. The five-color divine light sickle and the blood moon grass cutting sickle are hooks. The most precious treasure of the Sect has always been passed down from generation to generation, and the law has not been passed down to the six ears. Now that Lu Ping has passed away, no one can control the five-color divine light sickle, and it can only be used as an ordinary weapon.
Wei Shiqi had originally intended to hand over the Five Color Divine Light Scythe to Yu Yao, but after hearing what she said, he gave up the idea. He thought for a moment and suddenly remembered the skill of the barbarian to use the scimitar, arcing back and forth, making a circle, and tried practicing it for a while, and he got some insights.
His mind came to life. The five-color divine light was both offensive and defensive. It was really powerful. If he could refine this five-color divine light sickle as his own, it would be a boost. Qingming left this sickle to him. I'm afraid I have the same idea.
Wei Shiqi immediately put the five-color divine light sickle into his sword pouch and asked, "Did Qingming say anything?"
"He said that when you come back, rest for a few days, recuperate your energy, and go to the Demon Suppression Tower to meet the leader."
Wei Shiqi's heart tightened. He looked at the rolling mountains outside the window and didn't speak for a long time. It's finally coming, he thought. His heart beat fiercely, and the curtain slowly opened. He could foresee everything that was coming, and the lowest secrets of the world would be revealed in front of him.
What would Taoist Ziyang want him to do?
His index finger tapped lightly on the window lattice, he pondered, and found that he actually had a hint of expectation.
Yes, looking forward to it.
Yu Yao walked up to him, hugged his arm, shook it gently, and said with a smile: "It's late, what do you want to eat?"
Is this considered coquettish? self-taught? Wei Shiqi laughed "haha", "Drink some wine, do whatever else you want, as long as you have meat."
"Wait for me for a while and I'll be back!" Yu Yao tightened her arms, tilted her head, wiped her cheek on his shoulder like a kitten, and went out with light steps.
You have to go, and you have to live no matter how you live. Wei Shiqi's mood gradually calmed down. He took out the red jade gourd from the rotten silver ring, pulled out the stopper, and poured out the six-winged water snake. After being trapped in the gourd for a long time, the little snake became languid and curled up lazily, its eyes half-open and half-closed, and even the jade horns on its forehead dimmed a bit.
Wei Shiqi touched its cold body, found a few poisonous spider venom sacs, and fed it to eat. The little snake became a little more energetic, wrapped around his fingers, and rubbed it, as if it still had more to eat.
"There's no more stock. I'll take you to the Poisonous Spider Valley tomorrow. Kill and take it now. Fresh food."
The little snake seemed to understand what he said, and swam along his arm to his shoulder, curled up in a ball, and fell asleep in a short while.
After waiting on the window sill for a while, he heard the sound of familiar footsteps on the plank road. He saw Yu Yao's graceful figure, holding a food box in her hand, running up the corridor in small steps, and hurried back to the quiet room.
Seeing the six-winged water snake on his shoulder, Yu Yao hurriedly stopped, pursed her lips in distress, and stopped talking.
Wei Shiqi put the little snake in the corner, covered it with the Eight Female Immortal Music Screen, and said casually: "Are you afraid of snakes?"
"It's okay, I just don't like it very much, I'm a little tired of it." Yu Yao knelt down on the ground, opened the food box, took out a pot of wine, two wine cups, four dishes of appetizers, deer, wild boar, pheasant, earth dragon snake , all meat-eating.
She happily rolled up her sleeves, poured two cups of wine, raised her orchid fingers slightly, handed one cup to Wei Shiqi, took a cup for herself, and said with a smile: "I see a gentleman, Yun Hu is not happy? I'll drink this cup." , peace is blessing.”
Wei Shiqi clinked the wine cups with her and drank them all in one gulp. The wine was good wine, mellow and fragrant, refreshing and sweet. Yu Yao drank a cup of wine slowly with him, and ate a few pieces of meat gracefully, leaving the rest in Wei Shiqi's belly.
I don't know if it was because of the drunkenness, but under the candlelight, Yu Yao's cheeks were slightly red, her face was radiant, and her eyes and brows were even more charming.
She glanced at Wei Shiqi, tapped the time with her hands, and sang softly: "The bright moon and the clear breeze bring good nights together. The stars are easy to turn, and the joy will never end. The green bottles and green ladles are for your consideration. If you don't drink tonight, when will you? joy?"
After a pause, he sang again: "The ice muscles and jade bones are clear and sweatless, and the wind coming from the water palace is full of fragrance. The bright moon peeks alone between the curtains, and the hairpin on the pillow is scattered around the clouds and hair. The courtyard is silent at midnight, and sometimes I see sparse stars crossing the river. . When will the west wind come? I'm afraid the time will change secretly."
In the quiet night, her voice was clear, sweet, and thrilling. Somehow, Wei Shiqi felt an ominous premonition.
Can they make it to the end together?
