I live longer than the incomparable

Hei Si Mou heard it clearly.

As twins, brothers with completely different personalities—the elder brother is recognizing the younger brother.

He affirms the excellence of his younger brother, and believes from the bottom of his heart that his younger brother will always be his pride.

This kind of cognition suddenly made Hei Si Mou feel dazed, and even recalled what happened a long time ago inappropriately.

He suddenly remembered that a long time ago, two brothers, Ji Guo Yuan Yi and Ji Guo Yan Sheng, also joined the ghost killing team together, and faced cruel evil spirits with their sun wheel swords countless times like them.

But as the elder brother Ji Guoyan Sheng, he never had the same idea as Toki Toru Ichiro.

——Where did the problem arise?

Hei Si Mou asked himself.When he dodged, Tou Yilang's blade, which became more powerful under the blessing of the breathing method, was cut to pieces by Heishi Mou Yiyi with a swing of the knife.

When the night wind blows through the hair of the two brothers, revealing their immature faces, they are like beautiful and weak girls.

"I... also had... a younger brother."

For some reason, he suddenly mentioned this matter to them.But only so much.

The rest of the words were blocked in Hei Simou's mouth, making him not know where to start.

What kind of person is Ji Guoyuanyi?When Hei Si Mou thought of this, he couldn't come up with the answer himself.

Ji Guoyuanyi... is a man different from anyone else.

As early as when he was still young, he had already shown his own uniqueness. Hei Si Mou had vaguely remembered what Babai Bhikkhuni had said to him.

She said: "It is actually very difficult for people who are born to be different to integrate into this world and gain the understanding and approval of others."

At that time, Ji Guo Yan Sheng was still young, and Ji Guo Yuan Yi had not yet shown his talent as if he was favored by the gods.

Yuanyi before the age of seven was pitiful in the eyes of Yan Sheng of Jiguo and worthy of sympathy—because of his innate markings and his status as the younger brother of twins, Yuanyi of Jiguo had a status in Jiguo. Not even as good as many servants.

He can only live in a remote small yard and sleep in a small room the size of three stacks.He can't even speak, let alone hear other people's words. No matter when, he is as dull as a doll.

So Ji Guo Yan Sheng thought to himself, how pitiful he must be.

Born without everything that others should have, even the most basic common sense of life cannot be understood.When Yan Sheng went to play with Ji Guoyuan with a compassionate attitude, and huddled together in that small room with him, he suddenly realized——

Yuanyi doesn't even have anything of his own.

His small room was not so much a room as it was just a slightly larger wooden box.Apart from the bedding, Ji Guoyan Sheng didn't even find anything else.

how pathetic...

Ji Guo Yan Sheng sighed from the bottom of his heart, and he looked at his young brother with loving eyes - even though he himself was so young.

But compared to Jiguo Yansheng, who has always been raised as an heir, and who has a good food and clothing, and Yuanyi, who has the same bloodline and even the same facial outline as him, he is indeed a poor child.

His eyes are always dull, and he doesn't know where his eyes are falling. His small body is often curled up in a corner, wearing unremarkable coarse clothes, as dim as if he has no sense of existence.

"so poor."

Ji Guo Yan Sheng said softly, he wanted to give him something from the bottom of his heart—even if he himself didn't know whether Yuan Yi needed it or not.

No matter what Yan Sheng said to him, Yuan Yi's reaction was always dull and slow, as dull as an old wooden cart, even simple words and short questions were enough to make Yuan Yi It took a long time to respond.

But even if he had such an idea, Jiguo Yansheng couldn't take something from his room and give it to Yuanyi without authorization-because his father would know.

Although Jiguo Yan Sheng's father is a very powerful warrior, he is also extremely cruel and unkind. Although Yan Sheng is the future heir of Jiguo, and everything in Jiguo will belong to him in the future, but...you are young At that time, Jiguo Yan Sheng had no right to control everything he owned.

He just sneaked into Yuanyi's room to play with Yuanyi, and he would be severely scolded by his father after he found out. If his daily practice was a little slack, or if he just failed to meet his father's expectations, Yan Sheng would be treated indifferently. punish.

Sometimes he would cry softly in his room, and sometimes he would sneak into Yuanyi's yard at night when everyone was asleep.

On his way to Yuanyi's courtyard, he would also pass by another person's courtyard.

The priestess sitting in the verandah has black hair like a crow's feathers, and eyes that seem to sparkle under the moonlight.

Her eyes fell on the young Ji Guo Yan Sheng, and she was keenly aware of the scars on his body.

"Do you want some snacks?" She asked suddenly, her white palm gently patted the place beside her, and there were hot tea and small snacks that had not been touched at first sight on the saucer.

His actions were obviously careful enough, but she still noticed him.Hearing her invitation, Ji Guoyan Sheng suddenly stopped, and slowly moved to her side.

Jiguo Yan Sheng actually likes small snacks, but he is usually the heir of the Jiguo, and the heir of the Jiguo should not like this kind of thing-his father would not want him to like this kind of thing.

Eight Hundred Bhikkuni watched him softly after eating a plate of snacks before asking him, "Is it delicious?"

Ji Guoyan Sheng nodded slightly, and said in a low voice, "Sasa pancakes are delicious."

He saw the witch laughed, and she took his hand, and the ointment she got from nowhere was applied to the bruises on his body, which was cold.

But her hands were warm.

Ji Guoyan Sheng looked at her slightly lowered head and the gentle movements of her hands, and suddenly felt that the mistress in front of her had a kind of... like a mother.

His real mother was obviously still alive, and lived with them in this mansion.

But just as Ji Guoyuan never got his father's gaze, Ji Guo Yan Sheng never got his mother's tenderness.

Their mother is a very devout believer. Apart from praying all day long, even if she steps out of the room occasionally, Yuanyi's small body will always be stuck by her side.

Yuan Yi always hugged her waist and stood on her left side, as if he couldn't be separated from his mother for a moment.

But Yan Sheng is different, he is the future heir of the country, so naturally he doesn't need such a cowardly and useless attachment.In his life, there has never been such a thing as "acting like a baby".

Because Jiguo Yan Sheng is the future successor of Jiguo.

A soft voice sounded from the top of his head, a warm palm fell on the top of his hair, and a female voice murmured under the moon: "Does it hurt?"

At this moment, Yan Sheng suddenly realized that he had shed tears unconsciously.

"No." Yan Sheng wiped his face indiscriminately, but was grabbed by another person's wrist. Her strength was actually not great, but Ji Guo Yan Sheng had no intention of breaking free.

She took out a handkerchief from her bosom, and carefully wiped the tears that had been wiped off Ji Guo Yan Sheng's face.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni didn't ask the bottom line, but changed the subject, "Are you going to find Yuanyi?"

Ji Guoyan Sheng pursed his lips and nodded.

He stood up to say goodbye to her, but she stopped him again and pulled him to him.Eight hundred bhikkhuni helped him smooth out the wrinkles on his clothes, and pulled down the sleeves to cover up the bruises. She straightened Yan Sheng's hair before smiling and saying, "Go."

——*——

The mist created by Xia's breath filled their sides, which was originally used to confuse the enemy's sight, but it didn't seem to have any effect on Hei Simou's body.

He easily dispersed the mist, and saw through the things in the world, showing the physical condition of Ichiro Tokito and Muichiro Tokito to the fullest.

They are indeed very strong, and to achieve this level at this age is indeed considered outstanding talent, but if they want to defeat Hei Si Mou, who has lived for hundreds of years and honed the sword skills of the breath of the moon for hundreds of years, it is only a matter of time. An idiot's dream idea.

"I...can let...one of you go."

Hei Si Mou suddenly said such a sentence.

Shitou Muichiro's face turned pale, and he didn't know whether it was because of this sentence or because of excessive blood loss.But Shi Touichiro said fiercely: "Bah!", dismissing his "kindness".

"Go ahead and dream!" Toru Ichiro cut his blade through the mist and snapped, "We don't need your letting go!"

This kind of provocation not only can't shake their minds, but can make the two brothers become closer and more vigilant.But such a scene fell into the eyes of Hei Si Mou, but it would only make him feel unhappy.

But when he saw the eyes of Shitou Muichiro looking at Shitou Ichiro, he suddenly felt that those eyes were really familiar.

[Someone used to look at Ji Guo Yan Sheng with such eyes. 】

It's just... At that time, Ji Guoyan Sheng didn't understand at all what that look in his eyes meant.

After Yan Sheng had the idea of ​​giving Yuanyi something, he thought for a long time before he figured out what he could give.

What his father gave him, he couldn't give to Yuanyi, so Yan Sheng could only make it himself. He ran to the yard of Babai Kuni at night when everyone was asleep and cut a small bamboo, and only took one of them. a small portion of .

He used that piece of bamboo to make a bamboo flute for Yuan Yi.

Because it was the first time to do it, the flute was very rough, and he was busy with such things for several days and nights, which also caused him to accidentally make a small mistake during the daytime sword training. mistake.

Such mistakes fell into the eyes of his father, who angrily scolded Jiguo Yansheng, and the violence left familiar traces on him again.Before going to see Yuanyi that night, he came to the side of the eight hundred bhikkuni who was sitting on the verandah with ease.

Without any verbal communication, the Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni knew what had happened. While applying medicine for him, her eyes fell on the flute in his hand.

"Who is it a gift for?"

She asked.

Ji Guoyan Sheng raised his face to look at her. There were still marks of being beaten on the child's face. This time, the father hit hard, and these marks could not fade away for a while.

But Ji Guo Yan Sheng's eyes were full of joy, and he said softly, "It's for Yuan Yi."

Later, Ji Guoyan Sheng seldom recalled what happened to him when he was a human being, and he rarely recalled the people he met when he was a human being. He always forced himself to practice swordsmanship, even though his father could no longer ask him to do so.

Those times when he was familiar with human beings faded in his memory, and the familiar faces were blurred one by one, but Ji Guoyan Sheng suddenly discovered that the self at that time was really loving and loving from the bottom of his heart. looking at that poor brother.

Jiguo Yansheng still remembered Babaichuni once said to him: "Yuanyi is a very poor child."

He had agreed to such words countless times from the bottom of his heart, but later wanted to refute them countless times.

Ji Guoyuanyi... is indeed a unique person by birth, but he is not a pitiful person—he should be a [Son of God], an existence that is deeply favored by the gods like her.

Otherwise, why only Ji Guoyuan was born with red markings, was born able to see the transparent world, and was born destined to be above everyone.

In Ji Guoyuan's eyes, everyone is the same.

When Ji Guoyan Sheng realized this, he was also approaching the breaking point where the relationship between him and Yuan Yi could no longer return to the past.

His younger brother once heard someone knocking on his paper door on a quiet full moon night. His elder brother held the flute he made by himself. smile.

The little Yuanyi still stared at him blankly, but after taking the flute, he put the flute next to his cheek, regardless of whether the rough bamboo flute would scratch his cheek——Yan Sheng's first time It turns out that Yuanyi can laugh too.

His younger brother didn't just have one expression. When he discovered this, Jiguo Yan Sheng suddenly felt a little proud. Even though Yuan Yi was just a silly child in everyone's eyes, Yan Sheng felt that Yuan Yi He is actually a good kid.

Because with Yan Sheng's hard work, Yuan Yi can even play [Double Six] with Yan Sheng.

Such a small game may not be worth mentioning to ordinary people, but it is a great improvement for Yuanyi—especially in games, Yuanyi can often beat Yan Sheng.

But because of his status, Jiguo Yan Sheng seldom has time to play such games with Yuanyi. He has more important things to do—in order to become an excellent successor of Jiguo, Yan Sheng can't slack off in his practice for a moment. .

It wasn't until the age of seven that everything began to change.

Ji Guo Yan Sheng, who finished his swordsmanship practice, suddenly heard what Yuan Yi said.The child who was deaf and dumb in the eyes of everyone suddenly asked him, "Is my brother's wish to become the number one swordsman in this country?"

That kind of voice, that kind of words, is so fluent that it looks like an ordinary person.

But this is not ordinary, it can be called weird when it comes to Ji Guoyuanyi.

The image of the poor and lovely younger brother that Ji Guoyan Sheng had built in his heart collapsed in an instant.

Ji Guoyan Sheng looked at the child in front of him, and at a certain moment, he felt a strange feeling. He felt that the person standing in front of him was not his younger brother, but a stranger who didn't know who it was.

And this thought, when he spoke the second sentence, completely devoured Ji Guo Yan Sheng's will.

Yuanyi said: "Then, I want to become the second swordsman in this country."

Ji Guoyan Sheng's face had never been so pale before. He felt that the muscles on his face had become stiff, and he couldn't control his expression. A strange feeling rose in his heart——Ji Guo Yan Sheng's fate had already replaced by something else.

Ji Guoyan Sheng couldn't let go of this kind of thing, he tossed and turned in the bedding at night, but couldn't fall asleep no matter what.He put on his coat and tiptoed out, but not looking for Yuanyi.

"Master Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni." Ji Guoyan Sheng called her name softly, and sat down beside her.

No matter what time it is, Ji Guo Yan Sheng who sneaks out at night can always find her in the porch at the entrance of the eight hundred bhikkhuni.

He was standing far away at the gate of the courtyard just now, and when he saw her figure still sitting in a familiar position, the sense of peace that overflowed his chest suddenly filled his chest cavity.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni did not ask him what happened, she was waiting for him to speak.

"If..." Ji Guoyan Sheng was silent for a long time before asking her hesitantly: "You suddenly find that some things are completely different from what you imagined at a certain moment, what would you... What to do?"

Hearing such a question, Eight Hundred Bhikkuni was stunned for a moment.

She remembered that at the beginning, she ate mermaid meat, left her hometown, met people and things she had never seen before, and her curiosity and interest in the outside world briefly dissipated her sadness, making Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni mistakenly believe that she was A long life is really a gift from the gods.

Before seeing Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi, who became a "ghost", most of the "ghosts" heard by the eight hundred bhikkhunis came from people's mouths.

The abandoned woman, because of jealousy and hatred for the man who abandoned her, distorted her heart and self and became a ghost named "Prajna".

But the eight hundred bhikkhunis are far more beautiful than them, and this beautiful appearance will last for endless years.

People really would not take the initiative to abandon her, they would only look at the still young and beautiful Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni with the passage of time, showing gazes and expressions that were incomprehensible to her.

At that time, the eight hundred bhikkhuni suddenly realized that being too different is never something to be happy about.

But, "let it be."

She answered Ji Guoyan Sheng like this, "If you can't change it, even if things have become completely different from what you imagined, then you can only let it continue."

Ji Guoyan Sheng wanted to refute her for the first time: "Why don't you work hard? Don't you want to change?"

Babai Khuni opened her mouth, and she looked at Ji Guoyan Sheng's simple and clear eyes, and realized that she should not explain such esoteric things to a child.

So she could only smile helplessly: "Then Yan Sheng has to work hard to change."

Babaichuni did not expect at all that such a sentence would be chewed by Ji Guoyan Sheng repeatedly, waving his sun wheel knife over and over again for a long time later.

——*——

Ji Guo Yan Sheng's status began to be shaken, and it was also a joke from the age of seven.

But for Ji Guoyan Sheng, such a joke is really too cruel.

He is routinely training in swordsmanship, wielding a bamboo knife under the guidance of his father's subordinates, while his younger brother, the kid who said "I want to become the second swordsman in this country" not long ago, is hiding not far away Beside the big tree, half of his head poked out, staring at him as if furtively.

Ji Guoyan Sheng saw him holding a bamboo knife. During the break, Yuan Yi suddenly ran over from behind the tree and said that he also wanted to contact swordsmanship.

The subordinate sent by his father this time was a very young warrior. When he heard Yuanyi's request, he burst out laughing: "Then, Master Yuanyi, come and give it a try."

As he said this, he handed a bamboo knife to Yuanyi. He wanted to play with Yuanyi for a while, but unexpectedly, Yuanyi's sword style directly knocked him over. on the ground.

Although there are also reasons why he underestimated the enemy, when Yuan Yi set off, the samurai had already instinctively resisted, but it was a pity that he still failed to stop Yuan Yi's attack.

This is a realm that Master Yan Sheng, who has been in contact with for a long time, cannot reach.

Ji Guoyan Sheng was stunned for a long time when he saw that scene, he stared at Yuan Yi who still looked blank, but suddenly felt that the distance between himself and him had become infinitely far away.

As if looking for something to rely on, Ji Guoyan Sheng averted his eyes, and his eyes subconsciously fell on the verandah - the maiden named Eight Hundred Bhikuni was also sitting there watching their practice.

Ji Guoyan Sheng originally thought that she would react, but to his surprise——Bhikkhuni-sama remained calm, as if she hadn't seen anything or felt any surprises.

Seeing her expression and meeting her gaze, Ji Guoyan Sheng suddenly felt a strange sense of peace of mind, just like the countless nights when she sneaked out of the room, her gaze fell on him, forever calm Such as bright moon.

But the talent shown by Yuanyi made their father, the patriarch of the successor country, have other thoughts.

Yan Sheng, who had been raised as an heir all along, and who had been instilled with the thought [Jiguo Yan Sheng is the future patriarch of the successor country], his position was suddenly shaken.

But the person who shakes his status is Yuan Yi, who was once a fool in everyone's eyes, and who will be sent to the temple after the age of ten.

Ji Guoyan Sheng couldn't accept this fact, even whenever he thought of Yuanyi's face and his smiling face, he would feel that face, that smile, everything belonging to Yuanyi was so disgusting.

Disgusting as hell.

——*——

Shitou Ichiro and Shitou Wuichiro can only delay at best, even if the two of them join forces, they can't let them defeat Hei Simou, who is one of the top players.

What's more, whether it was Ichiro Tokito or Muichiro Tokito, they could all see that the winding ghost in front of them didn't fight them wholeheartedly.

While fighting, their minds wandered, but they were still helpless. This kind of cognition made Shitou and his brothers grit their teeth. Shitou Ichiro's sword skills were displayed closer to the limit, but just when he was about to hit the godless Heishi Mou At the same time, the opponent swung the sword skill of Moon's Breath.

Shi Tou Ichiro couldn't dodge, his left leg was deeply embedded by the opponent's Japanese sword, even though Shi Tou Ichiro had already opened the distance between himself and him with the fastest reaction speed, the deep knife marks were still visible. remained on his left leg.

"elder brother!"

There was obvious panic and nervousness in Shitou Wuichiro's shout, and Heishi Mou looked at them quietly, with his eyes occupying most of his face, and there was no change in his expression at all.

Hei Si Mou remembered that when he was young, his younger brother called him "Master Brother" loudly. When he saw the bruises on his body from being beaten and scolded by his father, his eyes were a little different from that of Toki Tobu Ichiro in front of him. very similar.

He thought of too many things that he shouldn't have thought of, and the past that he thought had been forgotten a long time ago came to mind one by one.

Among the memories belonging to the past, only two people's faces are still clear, His Excellency Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni, who has lived from that time until now, and...his younger brother when he was a human, Ji Guoyuanyi.

Even though he can't even remember the faces of his former wife and children, Yuan Yi's face can still appear in his mind, which he can't forget for a long time.

Hei Si Mou turned sideways to avoid the attack from behind, and a young man with a strange weapon appeared behind him at some point.

"Who are you?"

Heishi Mou leaned down, holding his own solar saber in his hand, the solar saber that had been completely eroded by the cells of the [ghost].

"It's disgusting." The boy who suddenly appeared cursed in a low voice.

There were scars that he did not know how to get across his face, and he looked fierce, but when facing Hei Si Mou, his calmness was not inferior to that of Shi Tou brothers.

"Xuanya!"

Another voice sounded, Heishai Mou's eyes shifted slightly, and he saw a young man with a similar scar on his face.

As if blessed to the soul, he suddenly realized something.And this conjecture was best confirmed when the boy called out "brother".

The number of swordsmen of the ghost killing team standing in front of Hei Si Mou suddenly increased to four, and three of them were [Pillars]. Get serious.

"Is it...brother again..."

Hei Si Mou didn't like the atmosphere at this time very much. Although he didn't feel a sense of crisis, but for such a scene, for such a...scene where brothers encourage each other, help each other, and fight side by side, he feels sincerely from the bottom of his heart. Nausea arose.

He suddenly remembered the reason why he joined the Ghost Killing Squad in the first place.

Ever since Yuan Yi showed a talent far beyond ordinary people when he was seven years old, the pressure on Ji Guoyan Sheng has been getting heavier and heavier. He can often feel that his father looks at him with inquiry, and the reason for all this is , he also knows.

【Father wants to replace the heir. 】

Although Yan Sheng is the eldest son, the ability shown by Yuan Yi has far surpassed him. In Yuan Yi's body, what that small body carries is a gift from the gods that no one can imagine .

He can see the changes in the muscles and bones in people's bodies. For Ji Guoyuanyi, the world in his eyes is completely transparent, so he can judge the movement trend of his father's subordinates back then, and he can also judge... Mother's body is declining.

But all living things, whether they are ordinary people or special people, will meet the same end and arrive at the same place—that is, the place after death.

Ji Guoyuan saw that his mother's body was deteriorating little by little, and the illness that spread from the left side of her body brought her into hell when Yuanyi and Yan Sheng were ten years old.

When Yan Sheng was lying on the bed with his eyes open, thinking about whether he would be sent to the temple tomorrow or the day after, someone knocked on his door.

The sound of knuckles knocking on the barrier door was clearly heard in his ears, he got up from the bedding, and saw Yuanyi sitting on the veranda.

Yuanyi is leaving.

The little child told him that his mother had just passed away, and he bid farewell to Yan Sheng, saying that he was going to the temple alone.

Yuanyi has nothing. He had nothing when he was in Jiguo, so he had no luggage. There was only one thing in his bag, which was the flute that Jiguo Yansheng gave him.

That rough, completely worthless flute.

Yuan Yi seemed to be holding some precious treasure, and told Yan Sheng that he would treat the flute like an elder brother. Hearing this, Ji Guo Yan Sheng was stunned for a long time, so long that he looked at Yuan Yi's forehead Sticking to the ground, the small body bid him farewell solemnly.

He walked a long way, stood under the big tree at the gate of the courtyard, and waved to Yan Sheng from a distance. Small steps left the country step by step.

He didn't keep it.

Ji Guoyan Sheng didn't even have the slightest intention to keep him, but when he realized this, another thought invaded his whole body - Ji Guoyuan left.

Ji Guoyuan dropped everything, whether it was Ji Guoyuan or him.

Then all the efforts Ji Guoyan Sheng made before were all in vain.

For the past two years or so, he has been going to Babai Bikuni's courtyard every night, not to act like a baby to her—just like Yuan Yi acted like a baby to his mother—Jiguo Yansheng has more important things to do.

On the afternoon when Ji Guoyuan showed his talent in archery for the first time, Yan Sheng sat on the verandah in a daze, watching his father's subordinates and Yuanyi in the yard competing with each other.

"Yan Sheng."

A soft female voice rang in his ears: "Aren't you going to practice?"

Ji Guo Yan Sheng did not speak, he lowered his head and fell into silence, and also fell into doubts about himself, and the complex emotions of being unable to accept such Ji Guo Yuanyi.

But that warm palm landed on his head again, "Didn't you say you have to work hard to change?"

Yan Sheng suddenly remembered that he had indeed said such words that night.

If you find that something is very different from what you imagined, then you need to work hard to change it... Now is the time.

But talent is an inborn talent, something that comes with you.

As if seeing through his thinking, Babaichuni said to him: "But ordinary people also have ordinary people's ways of working hard, don't they?"

When Ji Guoyan Sheng raised his face in a daze, she said, "Bring your bamboo knife and come to me tonight."

Although he didn't understand what she meant by saying this - after all, Ji Guoyan Sheng didn't think she would know what swordsmanship was, but he still followed what Babaichuni said and came to her yard at night.

She sat on the veranda early and waited for him, Ji Guo Yan Sheng's favorite Sasa cake was placed beside her, but most of the things on the other side were covered by her body, and only a little trace could be seen vaguely.

——It’s a bamboo knife.

Ji Guoyan Sheng watched her pick up the bamboo knife beside her and stood in the yard. She breathed out, and the aura on her body changed instantly.

"bring it on."

There is no redundant explanation, her actions are the best explanation.Ji Guo Yan Sheng rushed up with a knife.

——Then the bamboo knife in his hand was knocked down by one blow.

He didn't even see clearly when Babai Kuni made the move, and he didn't even know what sword skill she used. The shock of victory.

"……why?"

He suddenly felt wronged, everyone was a genius, only he was an ordinary person.

Those words that praised him for his superb swordsmanship and his talent at such a young age turned into irony overnight - he has no talent at all, and he is more suitable to be called a "genius" than him. There are several in the mansion.

Ji Guoyan Sheng lowered his head, no one knew the expression on his face.He didn't pick up the bamboo knife he dropped, and he didn't even make any moves.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni walked up to him and knelt down on one knee in front of him. She raised Ji Guoyan Sheng's face with her hands, and saw the face that was gritting her teeth and crying, but didn't let herself reveal a single sound. immature face.

"It's just this level, are you going to give up?"

She spoke softly, clearly still in the usual gentle tone, but it made Ji Guo Yan Sheng feel extra cruel.

But Ji Guoyan Sheng didn't speak, he was afraid that if he made a sound, he would cry uncontrollably.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni took out a handkerchief from his bosom, gently wiped away the tears on his cheeks as usual, and suddenly asked him, "Do you know how long it took me to get to where I am now?"

Although Yan Sheng didn't answer with his mouth, he spoke silently in his heart. Maybe ten years, maybe 20 years, the longest is only 30 years. After all, at her age, no matter how she looks Young can only be so much.

"700."

Eight hundred bhikkhuni said to him calmly: "From the moment I started to pick up the sword, at least 700 years have passed."

She doesn't actually remember how long it is, but she can estimate the approximate time. From the time she first came into contact with swordsmanship to the present, no matter how many calculations, it will not be less than 700 years.

"No matter how ordinary a person is, as long as they have enough time, put in enough effort, and live for a long time, they will naturally have many abilities beyond human imagination."

At first Ji Guoyan Sheng thought she was a weird witch, but unexpectedly she was the legendary witch who ate mermaid meat.

Strangely enough, knowing this fact, he wasn't afraid.