The villain is soft and clingy [Transmigration Book]

Zhang Kuang glanced back at Xia Zhitao subconsciously, seeing the other party nodding slightly to him, he turned around and replied, "Do you recognize me?"

The drunk man has a stooped figure, his eyes are blurred, his one eye is white, and it is difficult to find any emotions.

He burped unsteadily, and said drunkenly, "Hey, the famous leader of the Qiling Demon Sect, who doesn't know, who doesn't know?"

"Just brag," Jin Li said, "Nine times out of ten, I came out pretending to guess because I saw our leader's animal tooth necklace."

Zhang Kuang was very hurt: "Why do you need to identify through the animal tooth pendant? I think I can be easily identified..."

Xia Zhitao said: "You still have the nerve to say that you are easy to recognize. Since the Suomolou incident, how many times have you been out of Qiling Mountain?"

Zhang Kuang: "..."

She said: "Before I met you, it was about six or seven times? Most of them went to the demon forest to find the master, or went to the devil to find Jiang Jiuli to drink, nothing else."

Jin Li couldn't help but let out a "haha" laugh, while Xia Zhitao saw the insolent look of doubt, and reached out to pat her on the shoulder.

——This person is really too nerdy!

So why is Zhang Kuang famous, but there are very few people who have actually seen her.

The biggest reason is that this person has basically never appeared in front of everyone since he made a high-profile beating of Immortal No.

The other three anti-Taoists were diligent and conscientious, they burned, killed and looted every day. Seeing the people in Yashan, they wished to beat them to death, so as to add bricks and tiles to the reputation of anti-Taoists.

Zhang Kuang is a good person, as the leader of the Demon Cult, he knows that he sleeps in Qiling every day, and he doesn't have the consciousness of being the leader of the anti-Taoism at all.

The drunk man was exhausted and slumped, slumped on top of a solitary grave, drinking wine one after another, yelling out of tune jumbled words.

"It's rare for the leader to come..."

He was laughing, his expression was buried in the messy beard, and he said hoarsely: "If you don't bring out some good things, it means that my villa has not received enough hospitality."

The voice dragged on and was disturbed by the wine smell in the throat, making it a little blurry.

Jin Li whispered: "What is this person doing?"

Liu Ling sneered and said, "It's just a drunk man, he's talking nonsense in a daze, and his yelling is annoying!"

Saying that, the devilish energy gathered at the fingertips, entangled with the Fenghan sleeve arrow, and it was about to shoot straight, piercing the drunk man's brow mercilessly.

Xia Zhitao's eyebrows twitched, she hastily stretched out her hand to block Liu Ling, and said: "Wait a minute, young master, first listen to what this person has to say, please wait a moment."

Liu Ling hesitated and stopped her hands, her expression was slightly displeased, there were still a few sleeve arrows between her five fingers, and she said impatiently: "You are not allowed to kill anyone?"

Zhang Kuang said: "Didn't you hear?"

The turbulent spiritual energy rushed forward, wrapped in awe-inspiring coercion, Liu Ling's body trembled suddenly, and she was firmly fixed in place.

The chill spread over her muscles and bones, bending her spine down. Liu Ling raised her head tremblingly, and saw Zhang Kuang looking at her calmly.

There was no emotion in Wu Mo's pupils, Zhang Kuang's voice was very soft, and he said casually: "Let that person finish."

Liu Ling couldn't speak at all, and couldn't even move her body. After confirming that she would not act rashly again, Zhang Kuang quietly withdrew his pressure, allowing Liu Ling to breathe for a while.

The drunk man held the wine jar in his hand, straightened his neck and took a big gulp of wine, even his beard was soaked with water.

"The most important thing you can't miss on this trip is our Sword Forging Villa," he said vaguely, "The best swords are top-notch—you can't find them anywhere else!"

The drunk seemed to be ignoring the few people, and continued on his own: "Is there anyone in this world who can create a sword spirit like our villa? No!"

Xia Zhitao quietly said to Zhang Kuang: "I think he wants to tell us something."

Zhang Kuang nodded thoughtfully.

The drunk man exhaled foul breath, and continued: "This sword spirit is the most loyal. Once he recognizes his master, he will remain unswerving until death. He can't even find the master's remains, let alone the surviving blood relatives! "

——sword spirits, blood relatives, and bones,

Xia Zhitao felt that she could probably guess what this former servant of Jianjian Villa wanted to hint at them.

Earlier, Qian Renmae brought news that after Zhu Jian's eldest son died "in a state of madness", his only daughter also disappeared mysteriously, and her whereabouts are still unknown.

The elder brother's remains were buried in the sword burial mound in the villa. If his sword could be found, maybe the missing only daughter could be found through the so-called sword spirit.

Xia Zhitao had a vague feeling that the death of two villa owners one after another was probably caused by the only daughter, to avenge the tragic death of her family.

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She whispered to Zhang Kuang, but she didn't expect that the other party's thoughts coincided with each other, and she also heard the mystery hidden in the drunk man's words.

"He can't just say it," Zhang Kuang said concentratingly, "Does he need to be cautious in this chaotic graveyard?"

Xia Zhitao thought it over and said, "You may not know much about it, Xiao Kuang, but this Zhujian Villa is in the righteous way, but its status is extraordinary."

Not to mention Zhujian Villa, there are at least dozens of famous forces in the Righteous Path Alliance, but Zhang Kuang didn't know any of them except Yashan, so she lowered her head a little embarrassedly, and whispered: "Is that so."

No matter spiritual cultivation, demon clan, or demon cultivation, a good weapon is essential.And the reason why Jianjian Villa is famous far and near, and can have a foothold in this world, is because of its sword-casting skills like a skilled craftsman.

All things have spirits, nothing more than weapons.

But as the drunk man said, there is no sect in the world that can create martial arts and sword spirits that obey orders like the Sword Forging Villa.

"Yeah, it's a big face, even more arrogant than that Laoshizi Baihetang," Liu Ling sneered, "I won't say anything against you, even if you are both righteous, you have to beg for talents with all respect. "

The drunk man didn't say anything more, he was not only laughing, he behaved crazily, and muttered a few out of tune sentences, it was a little scary to watch.

"This person should be from Jianjian Villa, similar to a domestic servant or a steward. It is very likely that he was involved in the elder brother's obsession 15 years ago."

Xia Zhitao thought about it: "Now I'm hiding in the mass graves, maybe I have no home to return to, maybe I'm hiding from those who are chasing me."

Zhang Kuang was very puzzled: "Since this matter has dragged on for 15 years, why didn't he find someone else? Whether it's the right way or the opposite way, why bother to find us."

She glanced at the lying drunk, and said helplessly, "Besides, he already recognized me, so why did he think I would help?"

Xia Zhitao was also a little puzzled.

There are so many right ways and wrong ways in the world, but this former servant who pretended to be crazy and fell into a messy graveyard, why didn't he find the right way to cry out his grievances, and didn't seek the wrong way to take revenge? After waiting for more than fifteen years, he suddenly got involved with the mad pursuit help?

It is said that the leader of the Demon Cult has unfathomable strength and unpredictable temperament. No matter how you think about it, he will not be a good-talking master.

"Whatever," Jin Li said carelessly, never having any entanglements, "Anyway, if you follow the vines, you will definitely find something."

Seeing the drunken man's unconscious appearance, several people discussed for a while, then turned around and walked back, intending to go back to the vicinity of the villa to find clues about the left sword.

After everyone walked out for a long time, the drunk man suddenly opened his eyes, his one eye was full of bloodstains, he looked up to the sky and laughed.

He raised his hand to cover his one-eyed eyes, staggered with a smile, kicked the wine jar beside his feet violently.

With a sound of "clang", the wine tank was smashed to pieces, and immediately the clear water overflowed, winding down along the bone burial ground, submerged in the rotten soil.

The one-eyed eyes are clear and clear, and there is no trace of drunkenness.

Clearly, he was awake from beginning to end.

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"If the elder brother's bones are buried in the sword burial mound, will his sword be among them?" Xia Zhitao thought, "Don't you want to go back to Zhujian Villa?"

Liu Ling disagreed, and said: "Are you crazy? The three peak masters of Yashan are all in Jianzhuang. How could they hide it and go to the sword grave under their noses?"

Jin Li also hesitated: "Although we can talk to the Peak Master, I think it might be useless..."

Righteous way must favor the side of Zhujian Villa. Even if the other party really committed an act of killing relatives, I am afraid that it will hinder Jianzhuang's feelings, turn a blind eye to him, and hastily explain the truth.

Furthermore, the time span of what happened 15 years ago is too long, the evidence may have been destroyed long ago, and those who knew were dead, crazy, and there were not even a few people left who cared.

What kind of impact can they have on the living people when they dig to the bottom and find out a little bit?

Several people looked at Jianzhuang halfway up the mountain, and after discussing for a long time, they didn't come to a conclusion, and they were a little helpless.

Liu Ling said: "Forget about the other two peak masters. Among the key thirteen peaks, they are ranked second, and Hu Wenchen, the master of Qiaohu Peak, is also there. Under such circumstances, sneaking into Jianzhuang is tantamount to seeking death."

She was also straightforward, and she retreated directly and prepared to leave: "I won't follow you, so you can take care of yourself."

"It's just three peak masters." Zhang Kuang glanced at her and said in a low voice, "Why, are you afraid?"

Liu Ling: "..."

She tried her best to restrain her urge to hit someone, but the key was that even if she rushed up, she could only be pressed and beaten by the other party.

He worked so hard to bury a bunch of eyeliners just to find Zhang Kuang, but in the end, this good baby knew to run with Xia Zhitao, so why did she follow her, why not go back to Qian Renmae and drink a cup of tea to calm down.

Having said that, Liu Ling reluctantly said a few more words, saying that the Qianren Mace could secretly help to disturb the line of sight.

But that was on the premise that Hu Wenchen was not around. If she really wanted to confront him, she would lead Qian Renmae to retreat without the slightest hesitation.

"Lord leader, are you really going?" Jin Li shook her legs, a little worried, "After all, it's the three peak masters."

Zhang Kuang said casually: "What is Jianzhuang, I can enter Yashan casually..."

Seeing that the two of them looked over silently, Zhang Kuang suddenly realized that he seemed to have slipped up again, that the vest was in danger, and he secretly thought something was wrong.

She paused, changed the subject secretly, and said: "The sword mound is full of dangers, and there must be sword spirits guarding it. It will be better if I protect you."

Jin Li thought for a moment, and suggested: "Why don't you go with your junior sister, and I'll help you drag the peak master."

She had a plan, and she said it in a set way: "The peak masters must be together, and when the time comes, I will drag the master's legs, cry, make trouble, and hang myself, just to prevent them from going to the sword mound. "

Xia Zhitao laughed "puchi", and said, "Although it is true that it is better to separate, but will you really not arouse suspicion?"

"What's the matter, the last time the master confiscated my roast chicken and refused to eat it, I wailed so loudly that the master was scared out of it," Jin Li said confidently, "Don't panic at all."

Although what Jin Li said was very unreliable, but right now this is indeed the best way.

Jin Li was in charge of dragging down the peak master of Yashan Mountain, Qianren Mace let off smoke, mist, and bombs outside to disrupt his vision, and Zhang Kuang only needed to take Xia Zhitao to sneak into the Jianjian Tomb alone, which would be much less difficult and stressful.

Just doing what he said, Jin Li rushed back with a bunch of things jingling, while Zhang Kuang and Xia Zhitao stopped not far from the villa for a while, secretly investigating the situation inside.

Zhang Kuang leaned against the banyan tree, his long eyelashes drooping tightly, forming a small soft shadow.

With her as the center, the layers of branches and leaves whirled, and the vast spiritual power surged in, waved in circles, layer by layer, and penetrated into the sword village like a spider's web.

After a while, Zhang Kuang opened his eyes, "There are only two guards at the back of the mountain. I'll take you in."

Xia Zhitao was a little embarrassed, and said softly, "I'm sorry to trouble you, I always involve you in these things."

"What's the matter, for—" Zhang Kuang paused, as if he was considering his words, "For friends, everything should be done."

Seeing that Xia Zhitao didn't respond immediately, Zhang Kuang lowered his head hesitantly, thought about it carefully, and suddenly came over while holding his breath.

When she looked at herself, her dark eyes seemed to be falling into the stars, reflecting a little cautious expectation: "Do I count?"

Zhang Kuang whispered: "I'm Zhitao, your friend... friend?"

Xia Zhitao laughed "puchi", looked at her with raised eyebrows, and said with a smile, "It doesn't count, you are not my friend."

Crazy as if struck by lightning, the small appearance almost cried when looking at it, Xia Zhitao deliberately tricked her and said, "As for what it is, I will tell you later."

Zhang Kuang whispered: "Is it because of the leader, or is it because of something I did not do well...?"

Xia Zhitao was very helpless: "Don't think about it, don't you have other relationships besides this? Why do you have to be friends?"

After thinking about it, Zhang Kuang still didn't seem to understand, like a wilted little flower, even the corners of his eyes drooped slightly, full of disappointment.

Xia Zhitao had nothing to do with her, hesitated for a moment, threw herself around Zhang Kuang's neck, pressed against her ear, and said softly, "How should I say it?"

She stretched out a finger, waved it in front of Zhang Kuang, and drew a small circle with Xuxu in the air: "This is the position of a friend."

Move your fingertips up slowly, stop at the position above the "friend" point just now, and draw a small circle again.

She said, "You are here."

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Xia Zhitao's expression was very cryptic, but Zhang Kuang seemed to understand what she meant, and his eyes lit up.

But if it was an ordinary person, he would definitely have to ask a few more questions, but not Zhang Kuang.The complex petals swarmed up and gently caressed the cheeks——

Take her to the Burial Sword Tomb.

Xia Zhitao looked at the spooky surroundings and the wreckage of broken swords all over the mountains and plains, and fell into deep thought.

Zhang Kuang didn't notice anything yet, he leaned over eagerly, pointed to a black stone tombstone, and said courteously, "Zhitao, this is the Burial Sword Tomb."

——Isn't this nonsense, the tombstones of Broken Sword are everywhere, and fools can't see that this is the Burial Sword Tomb.

Xia Zhitao took a deep breath, feeling that Zhang Kuang might have misunderstood something, but she didn't want to explain anymore.

She wanted to see, if she didn't explain clearly, how long it would take for the fool in front of her to really understand what she meant.

Zhang Kuang looked around and said, "There are a lot of sword spirits hiding here, Zhitao, be careful."

It is said that there are dangers everywhere, but all the sword demons are curled up in the wreckage of the broken sword, afraid of the opponent's existence and dare not show up.

Zhang Kuang crossed his arms and kicked the broken sword surface on the ground with the toe of his black boot, making a few sporadic "bang-dang" sounds.

"Sword spirit... Jiansha, to be honest, there is no difference, but they are deliberately distinguished."

Zhang Kuang said in a soft voice: "The one who obeys the order is a spirit, and the one who is fierce and surly is a sha, it all depends on whether it is in accordance with people's wishes."

The sword burial mound is full of dark gray soil, and the ground is full of broken spears and broken blades. Every time you take a step, it seems that there are swords buzzing under your feet.

The two walked all the way, the sky and the soil under their feet met, and the dark gray everywhere seemed to be dyed with ink, extending upwards until the distant sky, turning the sky into darkness.

Xia Zhitao turned her head slightly, her eyes fell on the layered bones and black ash all over the ground, it seemed that she "looked" at the quaint and dignified Jianzhuang on the other side beyond the devastation and desolation.

They are clearly separated by a mountain, one is extremely rich and the other is desolate, one is black and the other is white, the boundaries are so clearly defined that it makes people uncomfortable.

"There are very few guards here, I only found a few sporadic ones," Zhang Kuang said, "The realm is only close to Jindan, and they are only guarding the entrance, as if they are afraid of something in the sword mound."

Xia Zhitao said "Mmm", she gathered up the slightly thin black clothes on her body, and said, "What are you afraid of?"

"The drunk man is right. There are not only countless imprisoned sword spirits in the sword mound, but also an unowned sword buried deep in the black ash."

Zhang Kuang said softly, his fingertips landed on a lonely hillside, "Over there."

Unless it is done by the mind, the sword spirit and sword spirit are immortal, even the most powerful monk can only seal it into the sword body.

If the sword demon was really the sword of the dead elder brother, then Jianjian Villa must have buried the sword in this sword burial mound for fear of its terrible resentment, and suppressed it with thousands of other broken swords.

"... Let's go and have a look."

Now that we have all come to this place, no matter whether we can find anything or not, no matter whether it is the final truth or not, it is an explanation for the dead and the living.

After walking up the small soil slope, I realized that the "slope" turned out to be a ring made of black and gray soil, with a downward depression in the middle, falling into the darkness behind.

"There is the sound of water, and the sound of iron chains colliding." Xia Zhitao leaned closer and listened carefully, "What's in here?"

Xia Zhitao bent slightly at the edge, trying to look inside, but couldn't see anything clearly.

Suddenly, the ears fell silent.

As if being covered by someone's ears, all voices fell silent, Xia Zhitao looked up blankly, Zhang Kuang seemed to be talking, but she couldn't hear anything.

"Zhang, Zhang Kuang?"

Xia Zhitao opened her eyes wide. She raised her hand to touch him, but her five fingers trembled and she dared not approach, "I can't hear..."

Zhang Kuang looked back at her, Wu Mo's eyes were a little astonished, and he reached out to help her.

Suddenly, a clanging of swords exploded in my ear, like the neighing of a battlefield, crashing into my mind with great force.

Xia Zhitao withdrew her hand abruptly, covering her ears tightly with her five fingers, trembling and unable to speak.

"—"

Zhang Kuang was shouting something, but was drowned in the majestic clanging.The noise intruded involuntarily, hitting the eardrum like a drum, extremely fierce.

Too much noise, too much noise—

Xia Zhitao covered her ears hard, but the voice in her ears became more and more intense.She had difficulty breathing, staggered back, her figure became unstable, and suddenly fell into the cave.

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Someone rushed up.

The figure kept falling and falling, and her thoughts were shattered by the noise. She was tearing at the other person's clothes, and her consciousness was in pain. Holding the dead wood, the delicate and soft under the tooth shells, it is printed down fiercely, the heat is seared into the muscles and bones, but it is soaked by the overwhelming cold air.

They crashed into the icy-cold pool, splashed everywhere with a "crash", Zhang Kuang endured the impact of the fall, bit his lip and grunted, but the arms around his body did not move at all.

"Zhitao, Zhitao?"

Zhang Kuang tried to call her, but the other party's consciousness had long been lost, there was no focus in the pupils, bloodshot layers, so empty that one could see the bottom at a glance.

"Hmm...be gentle," Zhang Kuang frowned, his voice trembling with the cold water, "The sword demon is trapped in this cold spring, let me go first, I'll grab him and beat him up .”

She stretched out her hand and clasped the other's five fingers, her voice clung to her ears, whispering softly: "Don't be afraid."

"Give me the evil spirit."

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The clanging sound gradually dissipated and turned into a rustling burning sound. It seemed that sparks burst out in the vagueness and fell to the damp ground hissingly.

She opened her eyes suddenly.

A small bonfire was burning beside him, scorching the gloomy cave into a mass of warm light.She was wearing a black ink robe, and water drops dripped from the rock above her head.

Xia Zhitao raised her hand to cover her forehead, the sound of the clanging of swords and swords seemed to be echoing in her ears, making her eardrums buzz.

"Zhitao, you're awake, do you feel better?"

Zhang Kuang sat cross-legged beside her, heaved a sigh of relief, and whispered, "I was really scared to death just now, are you alright?"

An old and simple long sword was placed in front of her, and several black cloths were gathered between her five fingers, and she was tying the sword body in circles.

Xia Zhitao shook her head lightly, wrapped in a jet-black robe, exuding a faint fragrance of hibiscus flowers.

"It's fine," Zhang Kuang tapped on the hilt of the sword with his fingertips, and said in a steady voice, "Don't be afraid, I've suppressed that sword demon."

Her dark hair was all pulled up, tied tightly with black silk, a few strands hung down along the ears, and hung softly on her shoulders.

Between the strands of black hair, one can vaguely see half a circle of small red marks, which are deeply burned on the side of the neck, lining the fine white muscles and bones, like thick red ink dispersed by clear water.

— Bite marks?

Xia Zhitao was stunned for a moment, her voice trembling: "This...Did I just..."

Zhang Kuang was busy tying the ancient sword, when he heard this, he turned his head and said blankly, "What's wrong?"

Xia Zhitao whispered: "On the neck..."

"A little injury, what's the matter?" Zhang Kuang said calmly, "I'll tie this thing up first, and even a mere sword fiend dares to make a mistake in front of me, and he still wants to turn the world upside down."

Xia Zhitao raised her hands to cover her cheeks, she was about to burrow into the ground in shame, she wrapped herself in a black robe, and said in an inaudible voice, "I'm sorry."

Zhang Kuang tilted his head, and suddenly remembered that Master Xuanxu had educated her earnestly and earnestly, saying that "one must never suffer a loss", "an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth", and so on, it seems very reasonable to think about it now.

She didn't think much about it, she was busy tying the ancient sword in her hand, and said casually: "How about you let me bite it back?"

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