Ding Zhou Ji

The sun is shining brightly and the breeze is blowing. In addition to the sunshine and green hills, there seems to be a hint of salty and humid sea flavor floating in the air.

On a mountain road that is not flat but rather open, a rather large ox cart is driving staggeringly.The front half of the bullock cart was filled with thatch that was as tall as a person, and the second half carried two young people, a man and a woman.

Yin Fuque put his hands behind his head, half lying and half leaning against the soft haystack comfortably.Squinting his eyes, he looked at the white clouds in the blue sky, which seemed to be eternally still, but also seemed to be drifting non-stop; the golden thatch in his mouth and the high raised leg followed the cattle The bumps of the car swayed up and down.

Xiao Yimo sat next to him with his knees hugged, looking sideways at his cozy appearance who seemed to be humming a cheerful mountain tune soon, and felt that his mood could not help but become more relaxed and clear.

As soon as she left the weird canyon, she told Yin Fuque in detail what she saw and heard in the green bamboo forest.Except for what the mysterious woman said to her at the end about the blood flame talisman containing the grievances of Xiao's women in the past, because it would inevitably involve those few questions that made her blush when she thought about it.

After Yin Fuque listened to it, he was surprised and unbelievable for a moment.But soon he smiled lightly and said:

"These are beyond the reach of human beings, and the mysterious and mysterious truths and falsehoods, right and wrong, are beyond our control and comprehension.

Whether it is a legend or a myth, leave it to the great immortals in the sky to worry about it! We only need to do what we can and should do, with a clear heart, and that's enough. "

As soon as he finished speaking, a burly old man with a red face and white beard drove the two ox carts to a slow stop in front of them.

After the old man took a rough look at the two of them, he laughed loudly and asked: "I said, do you want to let the old ox cart give you a ride by the way?"

Yin Fuque heard the words but deliberately said with a straight face: "Old man, aren't you afraid of taking two bandits and bandits on the road?"

The old man laughed more and more boldly: "You two are so handsome. If you really become bandits and bandits, then more than half of the people in the world will be afraid. They will all be scrambling to become bandits, right?! Besides, this bandit and bandit is not a bad person. I am afraid of a bird, old man!"

then.Amidst the loud laughter of Yin Fuque and the old man.Xiao Yimo got on the plane, although it was a little bumpy and slow.But it looks more leisurely and comfortable in the old ox cart.

At this moment, Xiao Yimo recalled the time when Yin Fuque said those words.Although the breath is weak.Pale and tired.But every word is loud and clear.Eyes like thick ink.It's so dark and bright.In the meantime.There is no trace of impurities.There is no trace of variegation.

She looked again at the hand that had turned into a belt again.Wrapped around his waist.The Qingfeng long sword that almost blended with the green shirt.He opened his mouth and asked, "Is this sword you carry with you all the time? What's its name? Where did it come from? Why haven't you seen you use it before?"

Yin Fuque first shook his head and sighed.Then he held the straw in his mouth in his hand: "Can you just ask one question at a time? Don't always be "blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah." It's like a continuous crossbow arrow..."

"...you...do you answer?!"

"Answer! Yes. No name. Don't know. No chance. The answer is over."

"...you...what are you answering?"

"Look, you don't even remember what questions you asked just now, do you? That is to say, you have to ask questions one by one, so that others can answer them one by one, and you can figure it out one by one. You say I Does it make sense?"

Xiao Yimo was puzzled at first, then confused, then stunned, and finally she looked at the face full of sincerity in front of her with hatred, and burst out a sentence from between her teeth: "If it weren't for the fact that you are currently sick, Come on, I will definitely kick you out of the car!"

"Hahaha..." Yin Fuque sat up while laughing, "Okay, for the sake of your kindness to me, I'll answer it again!"

As he said that, he untied the soft sword at his waist with one hand, and with a volley in the air, the sword immediately straightened up, and there was a faint moaning sound.

He stared complicatedly at this sharp blade with a cold light all over his body, but his tone was very indifferent:

"This is an unnamed sword. Ten years ago, when I was about to leave the grassland, a man gave it to me. Since the day it was handed over to me, it has never left my body. As for Why haven't you seen me use it... That's because I'm a gentleman, and if it's not necessary, I only use my mouth and don't do it."

Xiao Yimo originally listened to what he said very seriously, but he unexpectedly changed the subject in the last sentence and made a joke again.After staying for a while, he had no choice but to deflate his mouth and let out a soft "pooh".

Then he asked with a little hesitation: "Then you...then this sword...is there anything special...for example...it changes color or emits some extraordinary splendor?"

Yin Fuque looked at her with his head tilted, blinked his eyes, and looked extremely confused: "Are you talking about my sword? No... the one you are talking about should be a chameleon or a firework?"

"..." Xiao Yimo was immediately annoyed by it, so he could only mutter angrily: "Fireworks? I think it's because I'm dazzled!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and only looked at the majestic green hill slowly receding by his side, and he didn't want to talk to Yin Fuque any more.

Regarding the purple streamer of the sword, as well as Yin Fuque's purple eyes and strangeness, Xiao Yimo deliberately concealed them from him and never mentioned them.

In fact, she didn't know why she did this, but she just felt an inexplicable sense of uneasiness and fear in her heart when she thought about it.

Maybe... In fact, it was only because she was too frightened and the light was not good at that time that this strange hallucination appeared...

At this time, Yin Fuque was holding the straw in his mouth again, cocking his legs, looking like he was enjoying himself, and leaning against the haystack exuding a faint fragrance with his eyes closed.

What Xiao Yimo said about the green bamboo forest and the mysterious woman did not really touch him very much.After all, everything that happened in the past has long been turned into traceless dust, and there is no way to verify it forever.

As for whether there are really dragon balls left by the nine sons of the dragon thousands of years ago in Jiuding; You can only know it after you have experienced it.

In short, opening the Nine Cauldrons seems to be something that must be done.

What really disturbed him was that when he was trying to break through the black mist full of strange aura, the surge and collision in his body didn't belong to him, and it didn't seem to be under his control. violent force.

All he knew was that if it wasn't for the faint sound of a willow flute that happened to pass into his ears, allowing him to retain a sliver of reason, he really couldn't imagine what kind of thing he would do Come.

Who is he?

Yin Fuque opened his eyes, looking at the high blue sky above his head.The feeling of depression and desolation that lingers in my heart all the time becomes more and more intense at this moment.

However, no matter what, the deadlock between him and Xiao Yimo that existed for more than [-] days was finally broken.

This, after all, is something to be thankful for, isn't it...