Alternative Rival

"Today is your first training session. In this session, we mainly practice the use of first-level body art soul crystals. We will practice in groups of two and two."

"The school provides you with a fixed number of practice soul crystals. If you need more, you have to spend money to buy them or find students in related majors to customize them."

"Zhao Qingge, Fu Le, Situ Xiaotu, Mo Qun..." The instructor pointed out these students who had learned how to use soul crystals in advance from the data on the terminal, "You need additional training."

The instructor put his hands behind his back, with a serious expression: "Above, do you understand?"

"understand!"

In the evening, the four of Zhao Qingge went to the school history museum after having dinner. The Yutian Military Academy has a long history, and there are many vicissitudes of things displayed in the museum. From new to old, there are broken daggers of contemporary famous generals, ancient military uniforms, and even a scroll that is about to decay of silk.

There are two statues displayed at the entrances of various museums in Tiansu, a man and a woman. The man holds a long gun and looks like a torch. ancestor.

The four of them clenched their fists with their right hands and touched the two statues at the heart before continuing to walk in.

The staff recognized the two majors they belonged to from their uniforms. At first they thought they were freshmen who came to visit, and they prepared to introduce them enthusiastically. I expressed my "admiration" for making mistakes on the first day of school, and assigned them jobs.

Zhao Qingge was assigned to the ordnance area, which was said to be clean and hygienic, but each item was stored in a special way, and all he could do was wipe the transparent glass outside the exhibition window. Rather than being punished, it would be better to say he was forced to visit the museum , even if the school doesn't punish her, she still wants to come here.

It is no surprise that daggers are the most common weapon in the armory area, as the weapons that every Tianxiu person is equipped with.From ancient times to the present, there have been various types of daggers, and the outside of each window marks the holder and era of the dagger.

Zhao Qingge looked at it and found that these daggers not only had different patterns, but also had a very different shape from ordinary daggers. She couldn't help but took out her own daggers for comparison.

"Those are two daggers joined together." Seeing her frowning, the staff answered aloud.

"Two?"

"Yes, the state will equip each infant with daggers when they are young, and those are all of a uniform style. After the day's hosts form a bond, many couples will choose to recreate two daggers, one engraved on the Yin and the other on the Yang, so that the clothes are seamless The fit together, and each pattern is unique, to show our loyalty to each other, a pair of people for a lifetime." The staff pointed to a window, "Look at this one, the pattern on it is their mutual name."

Zhao Qingge looked at the introductory text: "Xie Qingrong, star calendar 1082-1233, military rank general, died in battle with Qizi Quanquan Chen..."

Through the two combined daggers, it seems to be able to glimpse the glorious years of 2000 years ago. All the old and mottled things, when all the smoke and clouds are gone, the only thing left to future generations must be these two daggers. .

"Excuse me, can you show me your dagger." Zhao Qingge asked.

"Of course." The staff member happily took out his dagger and handed it to Zhao Qingge.

"I went to play this one with my client. The pattern is a palm tree, because we met under the palm tree." The staff said happily.

"Where was this dagger made?"

"There is a cold weapon store on Tianyuan.com. The owner's craftsmanship is very good. Many people go there. There are both adult models and junior general models. You can connect with my terminal and I will send you the address."

"Okay, thank you."

Zhao Qingge didn't know what she wanted this address for. Her dagger was reissued by the school last time, and she used it very well, so she didn't need to get a new dagger for the time being.But what if it gets broken again, she thought, Yu Tian doesn't care about that.

At this point, there are very few students coming to the History Museum, and the staff next to them are bored, so they simply introduce to Zhao Qingge spontaneously, who is the owner of each item and what is the origin, Zhao Qingge showed strong interest , so the staff spoke even more vigorously.

"This is the dagger of the Founding Marshal."

If he didn't say it, Zhao Qingge would have almost ignored this shop window, there were too many daggers, and it was too inconspicuous.

"This is..." Zhao Qingge observed it carefully, and asked in surprise, "A dagger in a naive state?"

"Yes."

"why?"

"We don't know, probably because the marshal has no deed. In fact, we can't say no," the staff pinched his chin. "Because there is no record in history, we guess that his deed is dead."

"Dead? Suicide?"

The staff member suddenly shook his head in secret, and lowered his voice: "Either he committed suicide, or he died. He died at the same time as the contract was formed."

A crack finally appeared on Zhao Qingge's calm face, and a light flashed quickly in her mind.

"Can you tell me your basis?" Zhao Qingge said eagerly.

"I can't talk about the basis, it's just a sporadic evidence. In our business, we deal with ancient things every day, and we always feel a little more sensitive than ordinary people. Maybe you think the coming-of-age ceremony is very cruel, but the Tianxiu people in ancient times It is a hundred times more tragic than ours. Their life-to-life fights are really life-to-life fights. Those who lose do not lose their dignity and freedom, but their lives. In each generation, people who love each other must kill each other to develop. Such a tragedy probably It went on for hundreds of years."

"Later, there was the existence of the blood contract. The owner took the initiative to donate half of his soul to Qizi, just to keep his lover alive, but Qizi voluntarily gave up all dignity, status, and freedom, and existed dependent on the owner. This is the way we Tianxiu people choose in order to be able to love each other. This also explains why the Qizi will feel uneasy once the Qizi leaves, and the Qizhu can manipulate Qizi at will."

"Each of us is crippled, like these adult daggers, together we are whole."

Zhao Qingge remembered the sluggishness and astringency of his body at the beginning of the bond, as if the soul was not his own. So, did the soul in her body really belong to Bo Jue?The so-called disorder period is actually the process of the soul and body running in?Bo Jue's abnormal reaction was also caused by losing half of his soul?And her strange possessiveness. Is it because of this reason that I instinctively approach her?

"Why do you have to kill each other to develop?"

"I don't know about this, and there is no conclusive evidence to prove the theory of soul transfer."

Zhao Qingge said in a voice almost whispering: "Is it because someone erased history and didn't want us to know?"

"Maybe," the staff member smiled quietly, but stopped talking about it.

"Come on, let me continue to introduce you to other things. During this period, there was also a student who was still a baby and ran to me every day. The two of you together can form about [-] whys. She is now in another exhibition area. I will run over, if there is a destiny, maybe we can meet again."

"Qingge!" A joyous voice exploded behind Zhao Qingge.

There is only one person in this world who can call her by that name——Lin Jian. In fact, Zhao Qingge vaguely guessed in his heart when the staff mentioned the person who was so curious and went to the history museum every day, but he didn't expect to come so soon.

A warm body crashed into her arms: "Ah, I miss you so much!"

"But I don't miss you at all." Zhao Qingge said.

Lin Jian scratched her neck, and laughed: "Oh, I know you miss me, but what you say is not what you mean."

Lin Jian hung on for a while and felt something was wrong, why her hands were so sore, she raised her head, looked left and right at Zhao Qingge, retracted her hand, stood in front of her, and suddenly felt sad: "Why are you so tall!"

Zhao Qingge said flatly, "I'm already taller than you."

Lin Jian complained: "But you were not so tall before!"

"Who told you not to form a bond yourself? Blame me for not being tall?"

Lin Jian choked on her, then lowered her head and laughed as if thinking of something, looking at Zhao Qingge with a gratified expression.

"why are you laughing?"

"Laugh at you for letting go of that unpleasant incident."

Zhao Qingge also looked at her: "Really?"

"Yeah, I'm so happy. Are you living with Bo...her, or in your own bedroom?"

"I live alone."

Lin Jian pouted: "Then I won't look for you anymore."

Zhao Qingge wondered: "Why?"

Lin Jian pretended to be profound and said: "It's not the time."

Zhao Qingge said speechlessly, "I'm too lazy to talk to you."

Seeing that they had a happy conversation, the staff couldn't help laughing and said, "So you two know each other, I just said that it seems like I've seen this energy before."

Lin Jian rolled her consummate white eyes at him: "Curator Jiao, I want to have a few words with my friend now, can you please move to another place?"

Zhao Qingge was shocked that this person was actually the curator.

Looking at Zhao Qingge's expression, Lin Jian knew what she was thinking, and explained: "He just likes to pretend to be a staff member and wander around in the museum."

Curator Jiao knocked Lin Jian on the head: "What are you talking about, do you understand how to respect the teacher?"

Lin Jian countered: "Do you know that I'm still a baby, and the baby is above everything, and above you! You're going to blow me away in a while, don't you know?"

"Show me you're out of your wits! Just say it and don't be a shameless face!"

Zhao Qingge was greatly surprised that these two people were bickering like children.

Curator Jiao joked with Lin Jian, and held out his hand to Zhao Qingge: "Let me introduce myself, Jiao Qun, the curator of the Museum of History. Since you are Lin Jian's friend, you are my friend. In the future, if you have any problems, Just ask me."

They are all adults, even students, equal in every sense.

Zhao Qingge shook back: "Zhao Qingge, a first-year student in the combat command department."

Jiao Qun bowed slightly and made a gentlemanly salute: "Don't disturb you, I'm off work first."

When he left, he didn't forget to pat Lin Jian on the head, which attracted the other party's teeth to grin.

Zhao Qingge looked at Lin Jian as if looking at a rare object, Lin Jian generously let her look at it, and said proudly: "Look, let's let you admire the tall image of this young lady."

"You seem to be much more cheerful than before," Zhao Qingge sighed, "You also made new friends."

"Because this is where I should be, and I will go to a place where I should go in the future."

"I'm not your only friend anymore."

"But you'll always be my best friend, the kind that's bigger than my life."

"You are a precious baby, much more important than my life. In any danger, thousands of adults will spare their lives to protect you."

"What danger can I encounter—" Lin Jian suddenly looked behind Zhao Qingge, and said with a smile, "You still talk about me, don't you have new friends?"

What?Zhao Qingge turned his head.

The three of Bo Jue were walking towards this side, Yanying was still waving at her, her smile almost went behind her ears.

Lin Jian rubbed her eyes and shouted, "No, is that silver-white haired Bo Jue?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"Isn't she a dwarf?"

"Oh, I grew a little taller."

Is this one point of his soul tree!

While saying this, Bo Jue had already walked up to her. She raised her hand condescendingly to say hello, and said with a smile, "Hello, Lin."

Lin Jian pouted, and stood silently behind Zhao Qingge.

Fu Le asked, "What happened to her?"

Zhao Qingge replied with a smile: "This world is too cruel to her."