Sir, this sword is a keepsake

Shen Fang was slightly taken aback, couldn't believe his ears, narrowed his sharp eyes, "What kind of tricks are you playing?"

He was still worried about the "out of control" sword before, and he didn't know whether it was a master among the people in the Northern Wilderness, including the saint, who deliberately used the "sword" to kill people, or if it was indeed his mistake.

"I know it sounds funny to you. In a sense, I am indeed a saint." She looked at the suspicion in Shen Fang's eyes and the vague smile on her mouth, and suddenly her face was covered with a smile. A tinge of sadness, "But there are moments when I know I'm not, and this is one of those moments."

"The real saint is my mother. Every 12 years, she will nurture a young and beautiful daughter and become a saint again. I have been a saint for seven years. But it is too far away from Beihuang now, This body's own will has gradually recovered on the road, and I can barely escape her control.

"The woman's figure was outlined in the fire, appearing soft and slender.

"Well, Sister Saint, Daliang people don't believe in these things like Beihuang people..." Shen Fang looked embarrassed, "If you are afraid of death, but don't want to show your cowardice in front of those clansmen, after they leave To win my sympathy, I can understand."

After finishing speaking, he spread his hands and said, "Unfortunately, although I feel sorry for women, I also hate femme fatales."

"Are you going to kill me because of those five beggars?"

Shen Fang responded with silence.

"The power of the white wolf depends on a set of cumbersome human sacrifices. We can't do it here, so it looks for food on its own. It can indeed parasitize me and control me, but I can't control its desire in reverse. .”

"So, you want to say that the responsibility is not yours?"

Facing Shen Fang's questioning, the saint lowered her eyes and sighed, "If I had ordered them to take you down, you would never have been able to escape unscathed. But I let them go. Now, only you are left Neither of us can kill the other."

"You must have seen its hidden fog. I let him parasitize me, and I can return to the Northern Wilderness safe and sound."

"Even if Shen Yucheng, the owner of the Whispering Sword, came in person, he would not be able to surround and kill me, unless I die voluntarily."

"You don't have to believe it, but what I'm asking for is nothing more than what you wanted to do. The only difference is that you have to kill me as I said."

After a long silence, Shen Fang said: "If what you said is true, what can you get from the real one?"

The woman got hope from the words, she raised her eyes, a pair of green eyes sparkled brightly, "Freedom."

Holding the sword in his arms, Shen Fang thought to himself: "Could it be your trick? If I believe it to be true and kill you according to your method, you will be able to come back from the dead?"

"Since you showed up until now, the only lie I've told is that I can come back from the dead." The light in the woman's eyes was fleeting, and her expression was solemn, "How can a person be resurrected after death? It's just their lie. "

"them?"

"My mother hid in the ground and let her own daughter replace her as the saint in front of the people. All the saints in the past died badly, but soon, a new saint was born. Therefore, the tribe firmly believes that the saint will come back to life .”

"You follow my method and kill the fog cocoon parasitic in my body, and I can regain my freedom. The fog and the white wolf will disappear."

"Is the fog cocoon something she uses to control you? Is it also your connection with the fog and the white wolf?"

The woman nodded, "One of the few sorcerers left in the Northern Wilderness, you don't need to delve into it. If you are worried that I have plots, you can cut off my two arms first."

The woman spoke plainly, and Shen Fang couldn't help being surprised.

"What should I do to win your trust?" the woman asked again.The cold and indifferent shell around her that separates her from the real world seems to have unknowingly disintegrated in the dialogue with Shen Fang. At this time, she is urgent and real.

More like a person.

Shen Fang has made a decision.

"Tell me first, what does that so-called inch grass want to do?"

He wanted to know the woman's sincerity.

"The Cuncao people have already set a trap in another part of the city, only waiting for the arrival of the person who was lured out in the thick fog. I don't know his name, but this person's master has practiced in Yanzhi Mountain for many years. Today—where are you going!"

The woman stepped out of the flames, and called to Shen Fang who was rushing out, "The city is full of fog, and you will never be able to stop people with a blade of grass. Moreover, there is still an hour before Yinshi, so don't panic!"

And the moment she stepped out of the flame, a pair of wolf pupils appeared behind her again.She trembled, retreated into the flames, and said decisively: "Kill me and set me free, and you can save him. The twelve tribes of the Northern Wilderness have been planning for tonight for three months. How could you do it casually?" It can be stopped!"

Shen Fang's figure froze in place, and then slowly turned around.

The saint just glanced at it, and couldn't help but be shocked. She saw that the man's eyes were gloomy, and his facial muscles were tense. He suddenly changed into a different person.

"Tell me where he is, and teach me how to kill you,"

The corners of the woman's mouth were raised, and her smile was stiff and weird, as if she hadn't made this expression for a long time, and at the same time, a blue firework floated out of her bright eyes.

"It's very simple. Cut open my right chest and take out the fog cocoon inside."

"According to what you said before, it seems that Jinghong Sword is very suitable for this job, otherwise, you can take it out yourself."

"The ancient sword Jinghong can reconcile with the environment, and may be able to deceive the fog cocoon. Once other weapons are touched, they will be immediately resisted by the fog cocoon."

"perhaps?"

"No one has ever done this before, so I hope you cut off my arms, so that when you take the cocoon, if it sees through, you won't find that my arms are strangling your neck tightly." .”

"I see. There's more."

"If I leave this fire, the will of the white wolf will become active, and it may attack you."

Shen Fang frowned, "I only have two hands and a sword, so I can't fight wolves and pick cocoons at the same time."

"So I will stay in the fire and leave a layer of cold mist frost on your hands. You need to dip your hand into the fire and take it out before the cold mist melts. You know, the difficulty is not taking the cocoon. "

Shen Fang raised his eyebrows, and the amber eyes gradually became foggy, "It is not difficult to understand the night fog, imagine and imitate the situation."

"I am very satisfied with such confidence." The woman nodded, shaking her shoulders and raising her arms, and the surrounding fog quickly condensed towards Shen Fang, "When your mood is complete, use sword energy to break through this fog barrier. "

……

The Mingguang Pagoda has six floors, and Zhuang Li has reached the third floor.He was sure that he came to the right place, because there were traces of "Dream Butterfly" everywhere.Compared with the clues he found along the way, those sparkling lights in the thin mist, and the young butterflies sleeping on the treetops, as soon as he stepped into the tower, he felt a sense of familiarity that he had not seen for a long time.

Through the colorful floating light all over the inner wall steps of the tower, he seemed to be able to see that not long ago, there was a familiar figure, like a fairy, gliding up to the top of the tower.

It was that person who left these traces that belonged exclusively to Lingbojian in Yanzhi Mountain.

There is no lake or spring in Lingbojian, but on the bare stone surface that stretches as far as the eye can see, there is always sparkling and radiant light, just like the magnificent coral-covered seabed on the coast of the East China Sea.

Master.

He thought softly in his heart and quickened his pace.

The fourth floor, the fifth floor.

He stepped on the last step, intuitively, looking towards the place where the wind came from.

All the windows have been opened, and one person is looking at the night sky on the empty veranda, standing with his back to him, with his clothes rolled up, as if he is going to ride the wind in the next second.

The sound of jingling bells sounded, and Zhuang Li noticed that the beams and columns on this floor were covered with strange wind chimes.They are big or small, or bronze, or silver, or cold iron, but they are all in the shape of a cage.

As the wind blows, there is a tinkling sound, which seems to be able to spread far away.

He was about to speak, but felt dizzy for a while, and retched silently.

The man still turned his back to him, as if he had never heard of it.

Ding ding ding, ding ding ding.The sound of the wind chime was like thousands of ants entering the brain, or like a hundred insects eating into the heart. Zhuang Li felt that all the bones in his body were creaking and trembling.

But he could only retch non-stop, the saliva stained his chin and flowed down his neck like a fool.He knelt on the ground, his face was full of tears, but he tried his best to raise his head and look at the still motionless person.

The man seemed to notice his gaze and turned around.Zhuang Li's teary eyes only saw him wearing a mask.

"It's more bearable than I thought." The man looked at him, took a step forward, and raised his hand to pat the inner wall on the left.

All of a sudden, all the wind chimes swayed more violently.

Zhuang Li let out a mournful cry, subconsciously took out the short sword Shen Fang gave him, and stabbed it at his temple!

Suddenly, there was a wind blowing from his waist, and he felt a figure behind him, the man's two hands strongly supported him, he ran towards the way he came, and quickly descended the stairs.Just looking at the revolving stairs, Zhuang Li felt his world spinning, as if his internal organs had been stirred by a sharp weapon.He vomited out a mouthful of black blood, staining the row of quaint wooden steps.

The people above didn't seem to be in a hurry to chase them. He was carried all the way back to the bottom of the Mingguang Tower.

"It's also much more stupid than I thought." The person who rescued him muttered in a low voice, and stuffed the short sword he had just taken into Zhuang Li's arms.

All the candles in the tower were extinguished, and the floating light on the wall could not illuminate the man's face, but it was clearly an unfamiliar voice, and the drowsy Zhuang Li somehow felt that he was familiar and kind.

Suddenly, that person froze, and at the same time, Zhuang Li fell to the ground.

The piercing pain immediately reminded him of what happened before that.

Zhuang Li noticed that the gate to Mingming Cave had been closed when he came here, and outside the gate was an unresolved darkness, and the previously transparent long street was now occupied by thick fog.

The man looked around, returned to the stairs, looked up, and there was a very bright light emanating from the top, illuminating the interior of the tower.

Zhuang Li's eyes widened, and he found that not only the top, but every floor below was covered with densely packed strange wind chimes.

"Tsk. A Mingguang Pagoda is full of prisoner dream bells, so that's how it is." The man said to himself, his brows were slightly frowned, and he seemed not too optimistic about the situation.

Zhuang Li saw his appearance clearly and realized that he really didn't know him.Judging by his appearance, he is about 24 or [-] years old.

"Do you know Prisoner Mengling? Who are you? And who is that person above?"

"I can't sleep tonight, so I went out for a walk, and happened to save your life by coming here." The man stared at the source of the white light, expressionless.

Zhuang Li was startled.

"What do you think? You have such a brain, why would he send you to wander alone? I'm really curious, what task did he entrust to you." There was a hint of mockery at the corner of the man's mouth.

Zhuang Li's expression froze on his face, half horrified, half annoyed, unable to speak.

The man closed his eyes in great annoyance, "I'm even more stupid, actually for you, a little fool, to slip into someone else's trap..."