Assassin 3 Wind and Live

"So...the eight swords in the legend are actually eight dead bodies?" Murong Li asked. Hearing Feng Hui's words, he inexplicably felt that the Yan Zhi in his hand seemed to have a gloomy and cold air.

"Exactly."

"The one who wins the eight swords wins the world. It turns out that it is just a rumor spread by false rumors, but I didn't expect so many people to fight for it."

"Actually, these rumors are not completely unreasonable. The king forgot that the tens of thousands of corpses are still there. If they can be used, they will be quite a force. Moreover, the swords were forged by top craftsmen hundreds of years ago. , indestructible, it is a rare treasure in itself, hard to find. At that time, the sword casting technique was almost lost, where it can be compared now, naturally there will be more people fighting for it."

"Oh?" Murong Li asked in surprise: "Hundreds of years have passed now, no matter where it was sealed, it should have returned to dust, right?"

Feng Hui shook his head and continued: "The walking corpse has a spell cast on it, and its soul is sealed in its body. It is indestructible and invulnerable to the enemy. It is very likely that it will not rot for a hundred years. It cannot be regarded by common sense."

"Sir, what do you mean, if you get the Eight Swords, you can manipulate those walking corpses?"

Feng Hui hesitated for a moment, then replied: "Actually, there is no need for the Eight Swords to gather together, any of them will do."

"Then why hasn't anyone used these walking corpses in these years?" Murong Li was very surprised.Not to mention the distance, Zhongyuan has been fighting endlessly in recent years, not to mention Zhiming, Tianxuan Qiuzhen, Gongsun Qian, Tianji Qizhikan, Tianshu Zhongkunyi all hold magic weapons, if that sword is really so amazing Why did the Three Kingdoms die, and then thought that when Yao Guang died, Yanzhi's sword was in his ancient cold flute, but how did he know that the sword had this effect at that time, and he didn't know that the hidden corpse Otherwise, tens of thousands of killing gods with epidemic poison will join the battle, not to mention exterminating the enemy army, and protecting Yaoguang comprehensively will not be a problem.

Sure enough, Feng Nai replied: "It's just because the rumored person Yun Yiyun is far from the truth, and no one knows the place where the corpse is hidden."

"Since you came here specially to solve my doubts, sir, do you know where the corpse is hidden?"

"What's the master's plan? Could it be..." Feng Hui's face suddenly became serious.

"Sir, you are too worried. Now that the fire in Zhongyuan is on the verge of death, once those walking corpses appear in the world, there will be another disturbance in the world. It is better to destroy it. Besides, the gentleman also said that those are the righteous men who sacrificed their lives to protect the tribe. Their souls It’s a tragedy to be trapped in a corpse for hundreds of years, and it would be a meritorious deed if you can try to save yourself.”

Feng Hui heard that Murong Li had no intention of using the walking dead to conquer the world, and his expression softened. He stood up and bowed deeply to Murong Li: "The righteousness of the country."

"Could it be that what you want, sir, is to save those undead souls?"

"The lord of the country is wise, and those magic tools are needed to cast spells, and most of those magic tools are in the hands of the lord Murong, that's why Feng came here." Feng Nai sighed in admiration.

Murong Li narrowed his eyes, and looked at Feng Nai dangerously: "How does sir know that the magic weapon is in the hands of this king?"

"Although the eight magical artifacts were refined in two batches, the sacrificers are close relatives of flesh and blood, and they have a mutual influence after being cursed."

"Don't tell me you have one in your hand?"

"Exactly." Feng Hui picked up the bag beside him and placed it on the table.

The bundle is about three feet long, cylindrical in shape, about as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and doesn't look like a sword.The wrapping was very tight, and some interlayers were filled with cinnabar seals. The bundles were unpacked layer by layer, and each layer was removed with extreme care. After a while, an object with a strange shape appeared.In the middle of the object is a brass cylinder, which is engraved with complicated totems, and is inlaid with twelve bowl-shaped utensils like a string of candied haws, arranged in order from small to large. The bowl-shaped utensils look like jade , which is somewhat similar to Yanzhi.

Murong Li was born into the royal family and has seen countless rare treasures.Later, the country was destroyed and the family went into exile among the people for a period of time, but not long after, he met Mo Lan again, and when he arrived at the Tianquan Palace, he was honored as a guest of honor by Zhi Ming, and lived a life of luxury and good food again.Zhi Ming likes strange and weird things the most, and whenever he gets them, he invites him to enjoy them together.He thought he was well-informed, but he had never seen this kind of thing before, and he couldn't guess its use just by looking at the appearance, but both ends of the copper pillar were sealed, so it shouldn't be a sword.

"Is this also one of the Eight Swords?"

"Yes, the eight swords are originally eight magic weapons, not all swords. For example, Yan Zhi, although it is a flute sword, is mainly made of flute." Feng Hui said with a smile: "This thing is called 'Bo Ling', It's an instrument."

"A musical instrument?" Murong Li is a person who is proficient in rhythm, otherwise he would not have become famous all over the world with just a flute.He sees this wave with no strings, no cavity, and he doesn't know how to pronounce it?Could it be the jade bowl knocked on it?The sound of the jade knocking is clear and crisp, but jade is a delicate thing, even if it is a magical weapon that has been cursed, it may not be able to last a few tunes.

Feng Hui saw Murong Li's question and also heard that the lord was proficient in rhythm, so he said: "This thing is made after an ancient musical instrument from a small tribe in Zhongyuan. Played by a magician with strong spiritual power, the sound of the piano can reach the underworld. It is said that women often play this instrument on the battlefield after the wind and smoke during the war, expressing their thoughts to their dead father and lover.”

Murong Li recalled that when the country was subjugated, he used to sing Liren tunes alone on the tower where his relatives jumped to the city to commit suicide. After the song ended, they almost went away with it. These eight swords were probably really ominous.

"If the lord doesn't dislike it, how about playing a song for the lord?

"Please."

Feng Hui picked up the thing obliquely, and said: "I'm sorry."

Then he actually put his right hand into the tea in front of him, soaking his whole hand with tea.Feng Xi put one end of Boling's copper pillar on the ground, then sat cross-legged on the floor, held the other end of Boling's copper pillar with his left hand, and kept flipping a phoenix-shaped mechanism with his thumb to make the phoenix head rotate continuously. The jade bowl also turned from top to bottom, and when Feng Hui's wet right hand stroked the edge of the constantly turning jade bowl, an ethereal sound filled the surroundings.

Murong Li couldn't describe that tone, it sounded very soft and beautiful, but it seemed to be extremely sharp, penetrating the body and reaching the depths of the soul.What's even more strange is that when he closed his eyes, he could no longer discern the source of the music, as if it appeared out of thin air.

At the end of the song, Feng Hui took out a cloth towel to try to wipe out the water stains on Bo Ling, and wrapped it up again.Looking up, he saw that Murong Li hadn't opened his eyes yet, and seemed to be immersed in the music, so he couldn't help but smile.

"The lord."

Murong Li opened his eyes when he heard the sound, raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, he seemed a little sleepy.

"The sound of the piano seems to have a calming and hypnotic effect. I have been suffering from insomnia recently, but just now I fell asleep, which made my husband laugh."

"The lord of the country may have worked too hard, please take care of yourself."

Murong Li shook his head, it's easy to say, but how can it be done, it has been almost a month since Zhiming disappeared, strange things happen frequently, and he has no clue.

"I heard that Mr. Feng resigned from the post of county guard in order to see the king."

"Because I was eager to meet with the lord, but the lord did not give permission for all the complicated matters, and the county guard did not have an order and was not allowed to leave the jurisdiction, so I made this bad policy."

"It seems that this matter has nothing to do with you sir? Why do you care so much, sir?" Sheriff is a big official position, and some scholars may not be able to sit in this position in their whole life, but this person gave it up easily: "Could it be that Mister has something to do with the surviving warlock?"

"Sure enough, nothing can be hidden from the lord. I, Yuhengfeng, are the descendants of the surviving Dongming tribe."

The author has something to say:

The prototype of Boling is a glass harp, not the kind with a large table of goblets filled with different amounts of water, but the kind with a string of glass bowls strung together on a pillar. It's a voice from heaven, but I feel a little dizzy after a long time... Interested babies can go to station B or Baidu to find it, but there are very few videos.I really like this weapon setting. I originally wanted to use it in my original text, but I don’t know when the original text will be written. Forget it, I will use it first...

In addition, I don't know if anyone found a small easter egg in yesterday's detailed explanation of the legend.Tip: Jiuyao