Chapter 82:

Chapter 82:

But that brilliance was only for a moment. In Mu Duo's view, the winter solstice seemed to return to calm soon.

He said, "Can you tell me something?"

Mu Duo and the Winter Solstice are not yet familiar enough to ask other people's privacy at will, so she chose not to ask, thinking about where she should start.

The story that has long been covered in dust.

"It's my uncle Taishi. You also know that we, the corpse hunters, have been passed down from generation to generation, and we have the most dealings with corpses and zombies."

Solstice nodded.

When a person dies, the soul dissipates, and the body becomes a corpse, but there is also resentment that persists, and the soul remains, or because of fate, absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon and gathers it in the body, or in a fierce place, absorbs the ominous energy, and as time goes by, resurrection becomes a zombie , regarded as evil by the world.

Ordinary zombies are afraid of the sun, go out at night, absorb human blood, harm human life, and are regarded as evil things, but zombies are also classified into levels, and when they reach the most powerful level, they become invulnerable, invulnerable to swords and guns, invulnerable to fire and water, and have deep cultivation bases. The Taoist priests are helpless, this kind can no longer be called a zombie, but a tricky monster.

In those years, warlords were fighting, the world was messy, the people were hungry, and mass graves were everywhere. As a result, ghosts were rampant, demons were rampant, and all kinds of strange incidents emerged one after another. Like Muduo, they not only chased away corpses, but also sometimes received them. The business of exorcism, so kept busy.

Once, Mu Duo's Grand Master received an entrustment. The entrusting party was a group of tomb thieves who found a large tomb of the Song Dynasty. The other party was afraid that there were some thousand-year-old dumplings in it. He was afraid that he could not figure it out, so he invited Mu Duo's Grand Master. go to the grave with them. Uncle Taishi was unwilling to do this kind of detrimental act, but at that time, his younger brother, Mu Duo's Taishifu, happened to be seriously ill and needed a lot of money to buy medicine. Uncle Taishi couldn't, so he had to agree to this deal .

Going down to the tomb, the journey is naturally very dangerous, with nine deaths and one life, let’s not mention it for the time being. At that time, everyone was separated. Taishibo was in danger in the tomb and was rescued by a stranger. , Tai Shibo thought it was strange at the time, but he couldn't notice anything strange. The two of them were roaming in the tomb together. The man was very strong, and he protected him everywhere. Forged a deep friendship, Taishi uncle also pulled each other to sworn brothers, and agreed to share blessings and share difficulties in the future.

Winter Solstice was fascinated: "And then? Did they come out?"

Mu Duo nodded: "Although Taishibo is powerful, the tomb robbers who went with him are everywhere in the tomb, and they all lost their lives. Only the two of them escaped."

After getting out of the predicament, Tai Shibo deeply felt that this trip would hurt heaven and harmony, so he was punished by this. He also put out his mind to go to the tomb again, but his junior brother's medical expenses did not know where to get it. At this time, his sworn brother took out a jade cup, saying that it was brought from the tomb, but the uncle could not push it, so he took the jade cup as a pawn.

Yubei became a big head of a few hundred yuan. At the time, it was very valuable. Taishibo used this money to treat his junior and junior brothers. He also heard that his brother-in-law had no parents and no mother, and he was lost for half his life. The money bought dozens of acres of fertile land, and a grocery store in the town, written in the name of this brother.

The elder brother said that he could not manage the shop, so he brought him together. The two lived together and ate together. The relationship became deeper and deeper. Master Mu Duo Tai knew the relationship between the two. .

Days passed, plain and happy, just when Tai Shibo thought that his whole life would go by like this, a **** case happened in the town, the residents of the town died tragically for no reason, and there were blood holes in the neck without exception, like being covered with fangs. wounded by beasts. There were more and more dead people, and rumors began to spread in the town that they were all killed by zombies.

This statement became more and more widely spread, and Tai Shibo couldn't help but also became suspicious. The object of his suspicions was none other than his righteous brother. Over the years, his brother Jieyi's appearance has not changed, and he still looks like he came out of the tomb. Not only that, but brother Jieyi often digs ganoderma lucidum from the mountains and boils soup for Taishibo to drink. , Ten years later, the appearance of the two of them has not changed, but they are dressed up a little when they go out, and the residents of the town are not suspicious.

It's not that Tai Shibo has no doubts about these things, but he has persuaded himself not to be suspicious every time. Married brother.

One night, elder brother Jieyi saw that the Grand Master was asleep, so he got up and went out, but he did not know that the Grand Master had already noticed it and followed him quietly.

The two were one after the other, and the Grand Master followed him and saw him sneakily attack the young man who was playing the watch, and then dragged him to a dark place. Just as he was about to attack, the Grand Master couldn't wait any longer, and hurriedly appeared to stop him. Brother Jieyi seemed to have known for a long time that he would come, his expression was calm and not panicked.

Winter Solstice frowned: "Is there any misunderstanding?"

Mu Duo shook his head: "No. It is true that he killed everyone. Zombies have turned into demons for thousands of years. Even if they already possess the wisdom of humans, they are demons after all. "

I didn't notice it at first, but later, as time went on, skin-to-skin kisses, how could I not find any clues? It's just self-deception, hoping that the other party is different from other demons.

But a demon is a demon after all, whether it wants to or not, its instinct will make it unable to control its thirst to kill.

His righteous brother often used the excuse of going up the mountain to collect Lingzhi, but he actually went a little further, intercepting business travelers on the official road, and going to the mountain to kill bandits. Over the years, he killed a lot of people, but because he hid well, many of them were foreign merchants. Others just thought that they were carried away by wild animals and robbed by bandits, until the other party couldn't help but attack the people in the town.

And the Lingzhi he brought back for Taishibo to eat is actually the other party extracting the remnants of the souls of the people he killed and refining with Lingzhi. Because there is a living person's yang and blood in it, Taishibo unknowingly , and took so many lives.

When the Taishibo learned the truth, he was stunned by lightning, but the man smiled and said to him, from now on, the two of us will be connected by true blood. You have me, and I have you. Let's live forever together and live a long, long time, isn't it?

Uncle Tai shook his head and said, it's not good at all. I'm wrong.

The man sneered and asked him, don't forget, I saved your life too.

Uncle Tai shook his head and said, "My mistake, I shouldn't forget that people and demons have different outcomes and will never be in conflict, but I thought you were different.

Winter Solstice was stunned for a long time, and finally asked, "What about later?"

Mu Duo: "Later, the Grand Master wanted to subdue the opponent. Originally, with his strength, he was far inferior to that Demon, but over the years, the Demon has been feeding him blood ganoderma, planting willows unintentionally. The other party also has the strength to fight. In the end, the two fought a battle. When my Taishifu rushed over, he happened to see Taishi uncle transforming into a demon under the moon, inserting his hand into the chest of his sworn brother."

The Winter Solstice was silent for a moment, and said, "Maybe, that demon deliberately let him succeed."

Mu Duo smiled bitterly: "Perhaps. After Tai Shibo killed the other party, he hugged his body and said to him, "You saved my life, and I will return this life to you. From now on, we will not be in arrears. Then, he He committed suicide in front of my great master. Before he died, he also told his great master that he would completely burn the bodies of both of them, so as not to leave a trace, so as not to cause disaster. My great master did so. Since then In the future, my master will only be left with the lineage of my great master."

Did the devil do something wrong? No. Murder is naturally unforgivable to humans, but it is a demon, and it follows only the nature of the demon.

Did Master Tai do something wrong? No, he was just sticking to his last conscience, in order not to let the demon hurt more lives, and to not become the next demon, so he chose to die together.

Those who are not of our race are distinct and incompatible in the end.

Mu Duo said with emotion: "Humans have a limited lifespan, but demons can live for hundreds of thousands of years, or even longer. Their world is close to eternity, while our world has only four seasons. How can you let a person fall in love with a flower? Before he had time to develop feelings for the flower, the flower withered and withered, even if the flower that bloomed again on the same branch was not the original flower."

Her words were originally inspired by the story of Uncle Taishi and the Demon, but seeing the winter solstice, she hurriedly added: "Actually, the world is so big that not every such thing will end up like my wife. With the ending like that of the uncle, isn't there many inhuman members in our Special Administrative Bureau?"

Dongzhi sighed and said, "You are right, thank you, Sister Mu Duo."

After sending Mu Duo away, he was no longer in the mood to watch the stars and the moon on the winter solstice. He went back to the bedroom, but he couldn’t fall asleep. He simply practiced cross-legged, and replayed in his mind the step-by-step qi that Long Shen had said. , I almost lost my mind and got twice the result with half the effort.

The Changshou sword hanging on the wall is not affected by the owner's emotions. This sharp blade has been baptized by countless years of wind and frost. Crawling and rolling, the cold still does not fade.

Seeing it, the winter solstice is like seeing Longshen.

The confession was originally out of the plan, but since the other party knew it first, he had no choice.

Long Shen's words and Mu Duo's stories all bare a fact.

There is an insurmountable gap between them.

It's not that he didn't have a hunch before, it's just that human nature always has a subconscious risk aversion mentality.

Long Shen accepted him as his apprentice, in order to let him cultivate well, slay demons and eliminate demons, become the mainstay of the Special Administration Bureau, and guard the order of the world, rather than let him be controlled by emotions and desires, indulging in personal love and unable to extricate himself.

Urban men and women tumble in the red dust, love and hate, inextricably entangled, after all, they find nothing in the water.

That's not what Long Shen wanted him to be.

When his finger hurt, he retracted reflexively, only to find that the blade was stained with blood, and his finger was accidentally cut.

The winter solstice didn't care, he put his finger in his mouth and sucked the blood beads, ready to take a cloth to wipe the blood on the sword.

"Ok?"

His eyes fell on the sword inadvertently, and suddenly stopped.

The trace of blood started to flow back slowly along with the lines on the sword, gradually filling the sword, densely packed, and the red thread generally entwined and illuminated the sword.

The temperature is transmitted from the sword body to the hilt, and the winter solstice instantly feels that the sword I hold becomes hot!

He looked at Chang Shoujian in amazement, and his heart was in disbelief.

This sword has never been in trouble before. The only time it came in handy recently was when he fought against Yamamoto Kiyoshi. Could it be that Yamamoto played tricks on the sword? Impossible, the opponent never touched the sword at all.

After coming back, he often took out the sword and wiped it, and there was no abnormality.

Do you want to ask the master?

As soon as this thought flashed through, he saw the surrounding scene change.

Like the unnatural screen switching of an old black-and-white movie, he was no longer in his living room with a flash in front of his eyes.

There are no floor-to-ceiling windows, no reclining chairs, sofas, and no long-guarded swords. What is in sight is a lonely mountain. It is not high, but its shape is very unique, like a thatched hut. At the foot of the mountain, there are lush trees and forests, only a small stream rushes out, winding and twisting, and it is joyful and interesting.

Winter Solstice found that his situation was a bit troublesome. He couldn't move, and his body was unconscious, as if he had been immobilized.

He tried closing his eyes or thinking silently in his heart to return to reality, but when he opened his eyes again, he was still in front of the lonely mountain and the creek. It looks like a "computer screen saver", but fortunately it still has sound, and there is movement in my ears, so it's not so boring.

After a while, a man suddenly came into view.

The drowsy Winter Solstice was refreshed and looked at this unexpected guest who had finally appeared with anticipation.

The other party "passed by" with the Winter Solstice, turned his back to his eyes, and walked farther and farther. The Winter Solstice couldn't see what he looked like at all. Only from the back, he could see that the man's hair was tied in a bun, mixed with gray and black, dressed in Coarse clothes, not very particular about the description, not like a modern person.

The man walked up the stream until his figure was completely obscured by the trees, and he could no longer see his figure.

Looking at the winter solstice, he had to wait until his upper and lower eyelids fell asleep, and he couldn't wait for the man to appear again. No matter how beautiful the scenery was, he felt tired. The only thing he could control was to open or close his eyes. He felt a little depressed, so he simply closed it. Eyes, review the whole set of Step Tian Gang Qi and practice again to calm the nerves.

Dang!

I don't know how many times I practiced, when the sound of iron strike suddenly came into my ears, he slowly opened his eyes, but instantly widened!

If it wasn't for the inability to make a sound, he would have called out.

The mountain is still the lonely mountain, but the situation under the mountain has changed.

The creek at the foot of the mountain was shunted out at some point, and seven small ponds appeared at left and right heights. It's like a military workshop.

The winter solstice only felt that this scene was familiar, but I couldn't remember where I saw it.

Just as he was thinking about it, the gray-haired bun man he had seen before threw away the hammer, showing regret, shook his head and sighed,

Turned around and entered the woods again.

This time, I didn't make the winter solstice wait too long. When the man came out again, he was still holding a large piece of black iron in his hand.

The other party threw the black iron into the furnace. After a while, he added gold, silver and other metals. His expression was a little more focused than when he practiced the step-by-step guide. With such a comparison, he couldn't help feeling ashamed, but he couldn't help it. I want to get closer and see what a man can do.

His heart moved at will, and his eyes moved forward slowly. Looking at the golden water that had turned into liquid in the furnace, the winter solstice seemed to feel the heat wave coming towards his face, and he couldn't help but take a half step back.

At this moment, the man cut his wrist, blood dripped into the furnace, and the golden water instantly turned red, tumbling endlessly, and the clouds and mist evaporated.

Refining a sword with blood and sacrificing a sword with one's body was not uncommon in ancient legends. The familiar names such as Mo Xie flashed in his mind, and for a while he could not determine what kind of peerless weapon this man was refining.

But blood feeding the sword is just the beginning.

At night, the sky was full of stars reflecting in the pool, the water was rippling and the stars were shining brightly. The man took a little water from each of the seven pools and poured them into the furnace.

I don't know if it was the illusion of the winter solstice, but he saw a star map slowly emerge from the furnace, dazzlingly suspended above the furnace for a few seconds, and then slowly disappeared.

The red in the furnace gradually turned white.

In the blink of an eye, it was daytime again, and Spring Mountain was smiling, with lush green eyes.

Holding a pine tree in his hand, the man walked from the mountain and threw it into the furnace again.

The furnace turns from white to yellow.

Looking at the seasons around him on the winter solstice changing three times a day, he has long forgotten the change of time in the outside world. He doesn't know if the time in the fantasy world is disordered, or if the passage of time is accelerating, he has the illusion of a thousand years in one day. With the molten iron surging in the furnace, I was more and more looking forward to what the other party could practice.

The man brought snow and ice from the top of the mountain, rain from the sky, Bai Lan from the forest, extracted chalcedony from the ground, and put everything into the furnace. After the gold water in the furnace is poured into the sword mold, it is cooled down and tempered again.

The so-called hard work, before the real gold.

When the sun above his head gradually went west, the moon and stars drove out the sunset and replaced it with a shining night, the man repeated the watering and tempering countless times, and the sword in his hand finally took shape, revealing its original appearance.

There was some speculation in Dongzhi's heart. He was dragged into this fantasy world holding the Changshou sword. The scene he saw must also be related to the sword. He found out that it wasn't.

The long sword of more than three feet, the body of the sword is faintly glowing with gray-white light, and it is curved and curved, and it seems to have countless lines, reflecting the stars in the sky, and it is solemn and solemn.

Winter Solstice's heart moved and raised his head.

The bright moon is in the sky, due to the north, and a string of stars are shining brightly, reflecting the seven pools on the ground.

Then he heard the man say: "There is a big dipper in the sky, and there are seven pools in the earth. If you lift it up like a high mountain, if you hold it, it's like leaning on a pine tree. May you climb high and look far into the future, with a pure and pure character. , it is profound and unfathomable. Therefore, my name is Qixing Longyuan."

The tone is a bit strange, but the strange thing is that the winter solstice can understand, and the sound is like a heavy hammer, directly hammering into the heart.

His heart trembled slightly, like the clouds and the moon, the fog dissipated.

Don't you see the flaming smoke of Kunwu iron smelting, the red light and purple energy are impressive!

Seven Star Dragon Abyss Sword!

Long Yuan... Long Shen...

Could it be—

He actually witnessed the birth of his master!

This sword, to be precise, is only in its infancy, and cannot be regarded as a real sword for killing people, but it was forged by Ou Yezi, the first craftsman throughout the ages.

The black iron of Cishan, the essence of the sun and the moon, the brilliance of the stars, the air of the mountain, the spirit of green wood, the ice that connects the sky, the dew without roots, and the chalcedony of the earth.

Before that, no one had practiced swords like this, and after that, there was no one-of-a-kind sword that could gather the spirits of all things in heaven, earth, mountains and rivers.

Living in the world, never want to be extraordinary.

At the winter solstice, his heart was beating wildly, and he opened his eyes wide to look at the scene in front of him, not for a moment.

Before entering the illusion, all the depression, sadness and heartache were replaced by the shock of witnessing the birth of the famous sword of the ages.

What's more, this sword is his master.

The winter solstice has a sour nose, and suddenly there is an urge to cry.

In the dark, his mind seemed to be connected, so he couldn't help but want to get closer and touch the master who has not yet transformed into a human form.

What a precious moment that will be etched in my mind for the rest of my life.

Unfortunately, not long after the man finished saying those words, not only could he not be able to get in touch with his new-born master, but instead his eyes darkened and his feet stepped on the air, like falling into an abyss.

The rapid fall made the winter solstice dizzy, and he had to close his eyes, but the fall continued for a long time, and he was top-heavy.

There was a strong smell of blood in the nose, and the ears were filled with fierce shouts of killing, the drums of war played in unison, the horses' hoofs were messed up, the swords, spears, swords and halberds collided, and pierced through the flesh and blood, splattering a scene that was almost disgusting.

This is a battlefield.

Winter Solstice Open your eyes.

He stood in the middle of the battlefield, and the soldiers on both sides rushed to kill each other, with the greatest strength of his life, trying to kill the enemy.

The hand-to-hand combat in the age of cold weapons is more cruel and direct than what he has seen in all film and television dramas.

But everyone seemed to ignore his existence. Countless flesh and blood passed by him, the horse's hooves were raised high, and the soldier closest to him was trampled under his feet. Bai Mangyao spent his eyes.

Master!

To be precise, the Long Yuan Sword held by the burly general was his master.

Even though the appearance of the sword was quite different from that of Ibaraki, the connection between him still made him recognize it at a glance.

The general's sword rose and fell, and the sword's edge was quickly soaked in countless blood.

When the general lowered his hand, the blood slid down the sword and dripped into the soil, smearing out blood flowers.

The Long Yuan Sword shone with a frightening cold light. It wouldn't hurt people itself. It was a sharp weapon that could hurt people only when it was held in the hands of people.

The enemy seemed to be intimidated by the general's sturdiness, and when he rushed over, he also avoided the personal soldiers around the general intentionally or unintentionally.

One of the personal soldiers was holding a military flag, which was blown up in the wind and had the character "Li" written on it.

The winter solstice suddenly remembered that a long time ago, He Yu took him to a museum and told him how difficult it is to make an artifact into an essence.

The wonderful hand of the master craftsman, the care of the sun, the moon and the stars, and the impregnation of blood and yang, cannot be kept away from the mortal world, but they cannot be held by the small disciples in the mortal world.

There must be the spirit of an emperor who is ambitious and domineering, and there must be a loyal and righteous spirit that is selfless and sincere.

Weather, geography, and people are all indispensable.

In the long river in which the history has turned over one volume after another, in the years when the golden sword, the iron saber, the lightsaber, and the shadows were intriguing, what role did Master play?

Has he ever been on the top of a mountain, in an uninhabited place, witnessed the rising sun, Chang Geng turned into Qiming, or walked alone in the depths of the desert, watched ancient civilizations become ruins of vicissitudes, and the sound of camel bells was blown away by yellow Sand buried?

How much blood has to be stained, how many struggles have to be experienced in the red dust, how many hands have been tossed around, how many prosperous annihilations have been seen, in order to cultivate thousands of years of loneliness and persistent beliefs rooted in the bottom of my heart?