The north wind was howling, and the sunshine in the ruins was not hot at all, but rather cold.
He Jian was wearing gray clothes, his eyes were cloudy, and he was holding a ten-inch long carving knife in his hand. He was still ordinary, his speech had no cadence, and his breath seemed to be absent.
But even if Ouyang Ming used his tyrannical mental power to detect, he still couldn't tell how deep he was.
In Changshou Alley, although Master Duan likes to show off in front of others, he has no bad intentions and is very kind-hearted. Jiang Yingrong is inextricably linked to the Heilongjiang family, and her strength has reached the peak of a spiritual person. Little Qingcheng is innocent, cute and pleasant. Ouyang Ming could tell everything about these people.
Only He Jian seems to be ordinary, but he is like a deep pool. His cultivation and origin are extremely mysterious and difficult to figure out.
"Let's go!" He Jian's voice was calm, like an old man who was accustomed to the wind and waves.
"Senior He, which way should we go?" Ouyang Ming asked with a smile.
"Let's leave the city first. As soon as it gets dark, things will come out in the darkness. Those things are not easy to deal with. We have to find a place to stay in advance." He Jian played with the carving knife and spoke softly.
Ouyang Ming nodded, of course he knew how difficult things in the dark were.
At the beginning, he took Xiaoman for a few days, so he naturally knew how dangerous it was in the ruins. It could be said that there were dangers everywhere.
With one step, he followed He Jian and walked out.
Xiaoman was in the courtyard, holding a carving knife in his left hand and an unformed wooden carving in his right hand. The carver was Ouyang Ming. Looking at the two people's retreating figures through the crack in the door, he took a deep breath and felt a touch of melancholy in his heart.
Jiang Qingcheng walked out of the house, the ball spinning around twice.
His voice was as gentle as water, and he said: "Hey, Xiaoman, how about you come and play with your sister?"
Xiaoman ignored him and carved the wood carving seriously, giving people a feeling of sitting upright.
"You are very rude. Didn't you hear what I was talking to you?" Jiang Qingcheng pinched her waist and yelled in a low voice.
Xiaoman still ignored it, shook off the sawdust on the wood carving, and was immersed in his own world.
Jiang Qingcheng: "..."
Xiaoman remained silent.
Jiang Qingcheng pushed her chest forward, but after seeing the "small and weak" breasts, she shrank back timidly. She even glanced both sides in a panic. When she saw that no one was paying attention, she let out a sigh of relief. He lowered his voice and said with a mysterious face: "Xiao Man, let me tell you, as long as you play with me, I will take you to catch fish and pick cucumbers, the kind that won't even hurt your butt. ,How about it."
The cold look on Xiaoman's face finally faded a bit, and he became a little more eager at such an age. He raised his head and said as if to himself: "I haven't eaten cucumbers yet..."
"Then let's go!" Jiang Qingcheng was overjoyed and took the initiative to hold Xiaoman's hand.
Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, but did not break free.
"It's so cold, and there are still a lot of scars." Jiang Qingcheng murmured in a low voice, pulling Xiaoman and running out together. In her heart, since she was older than him, she must protect him, and she also had a hidden secret in her heart. Even Jiang Yingrong didn't know about her well-known little thoughts. This was her secret as she grew up.
In the room, Jiang Yingrong was mending clothes carefully. Seeing this scene, she sighed heavily.
He secretly thought in his heart that Xiaoman's obsession was too deep and his resentment was too heavy. Is it good or bad for Qingcheng to be so close to him? I have lost my husband, she is my world now, my everything.
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The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, the sun is setting over the long river.
Two figures, an old man and a young man, were running across the desolate land. They were Ouyang Ming and He Jian.
He Jian made a "click" sound with the carving knife in his hand, and asked with a smile: "Brother Yu, what do you think a sword is?"
Ouyang Ming shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "I'm just a spell caster, so I don't know anything about swords. I can probably pick flowers and leaves, and everything in the world can be used as a sword or something like that!"
He Jian took a deep look at Ouyang Ming and sighed: "Brother Yu, you are not honest. When you fought with Ji Qi, I cheered for you. Now I don't believe you when you say you don't know swordsmanship. "He glared fiercely, looking full of momentum.
Ouyang Ming cursed in his heart. He was usually taciturn and couldn't do anything with three hammers. Why did he talk so much today
He didn't know that He Jian felt the aura from Hui Jian Peak on him, and then he changed from his normal state. Otherwise, given his temperament, he would not say so many words.
Although he thought so in his heart, he said in a low voice: "I really don't know swordsmanship, but I have some experience in marksmanship."
He Jian seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and said: "Then tell me what a gun is, a gun, a sword, a knife, a halberd... These eighteen kinds of weapons seem to be different, but in fact they lead to the same goal through different paths. Everything in the world can never escape the great road. The words Jane.”
Ouyang Ming smiled so hard that he said, "It's not easy for Senior He to say such things." His eyes narrowed and he said softly: "A gun is just a gun, it's just a dead thing."
He Jian's pupils shrank inward slightly and said with emotion: "If you can understand this clearly, even if you learn to sword, you will get twice the result with half the effort. Things in this world are not that complicated. What is complicated is the human heart."
As they were talking, a tavern appeared within their sight.
He Jian said: "Let's go, have a drink of wine to warm up."
Ouyang Ming naturally agreed. Outside the tavern, the sky is full of yellow sand and a storm is raging, but inside the tavern it is quiet and peaceful, with dim candlelight, just like the color of rice paper that has been deposited by time, warm and soft.
There was no good wine in the big market, it was all bad wine, but the two of them drank happily.
He Jian pursed his lips, narrowed his eyes, twisted his face together, smiled heartily, and said, "This wine is delicious enough."
Ouyang Ming drank a glass with him and tasted it in his mouth. He was really speechless.
Although the Great Ruins have extremely strong combat power, in other aspects, there is still a big gap between them and the spiritual world. Not to mention compared to the spiritual world, even compared to the lower world, this drink is nothing more than that.
After a while, He Jian asked casually: "Brother Yu, have you ever met a swordsman master?"
Just as Ouyang Ming was about to shake his head, the old man who carried the sword box and swept away the sword with a sword immediately appeared in his mind, but he still replied, "No, I also wanted to use a sword, dressed in white like snow. , dragging the long sword on the ground, killing one person in ten steps, leaving no trace behind, how domineering! But I haven’t gotten a decent sword technique. By now, I have already mastered the marksmanship, and I don’t want to learn it anymore.”
He Jian nodded, his eyes were cloudy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
The next day, just after dawn, the two of them braved the yellow sand and galloped forward.
Suddenly, a strong smell of blood came from a dozen miles away. Ouyang Ming's face turned slightly cold, and his speed suddenly reached its peak, and he chased forward.
He Jian didn't say anything, his eyes were as gloomy as water, and there was a vague suspicion in his heart.
After a while, a mutilated statue appeared in front of the two of them. The statue was stained with blood, and there was a strange symbol printed on it and broken from it. Behind the statue, there was a desolate village. The cold wind whimpered, and the village was surrounded by blood mist. The strong smell of blood came out, and a sense of death echoed.
"Go in and take a look!" He Jian's voice was extremely urgent.
"Yeah!" Ouyang Ming nodded heavily, having a very bad feeling in his heart.
Blood, blood everywhere.
The village was almost submerged and the soil was dyed deep red.
There were stumps of limbs and broken arms everywhere, the face on the head was extremely distorted, and the pupils were sunken, as if they had seen the most horrific scene before death.
Bones, internal organs, internal organs... can be seen everywhere, and even a three-year-old child is hung on the mast, with a teardrop on his eyelashes and a look of horror.
An indescribable anger rose up, and Ouyang Ming clenched his fists tightly. Although he didn't know all the people who died here, no one would remain indifferent after seeing this tragic scene.
The fire of Tianfeng burned blazingly, and the air within ten feet around him as the core instantly twisted, and a white flame rose into the sky.
He Jian's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was horrified in his heart. He thought to himself, what kind of force is this? It seems to be able to destroy everything. It is so violent.
Ouyang Ming's voice was as cold as coming from hell: "Whoever did this should die!"
He Jian glanced around, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice: "The person who did this is not a human being."
"not human?"
"Yes, they are not humans, they are aliens. The aliens who have absorbed the blood of dragons and phoenixes use humans as their food. As long as the idols are broken, they will take advantage of it, devour the human Dantian, and temper their own spiritual energy. This kind of thing, in It happens every day in the Great Ruins." He Jian's voice also contained a majestic killing intent, and even his beard was raised.
Ouyang Ming was silent for a long time and said hoarsely: "Blood debt must be paid with blood. These people do not deserve to die."
His eyes were red. How many people would there be in a household of more than 100 people? Even children are hanging on the mast, which is simply unforgivable.
He Jian pondered for a moment and said in a low voice: "Brother Yu, do you have a sword?"
"Yes!" Ouyang Ming did not hesitate. He flipped his wrist and took out a long sword, a magic weapon. The sword was three feet long and three feet wide. It was engraved with a delicate flower. It exuded a chill and he handed it over with both hands.
He Jian took the long sword and sat down on the ground without thinking it was dirty. He bent his fingers and flicked the sword lightly on the tip, and a melodious and clear sword sound resounded.
"What a sword!" His eyes lit up, he took out a pot of wine and drank a few big gulps.
He left a mouthful in his mouth, sprayed it on the sword blade with a pop, and whispered: "A sword is a good sword, but it also needs to be sharpened, and it also needs to be stained with blood, so that it can have aura. Today, I will I will take you to kill the enemy and make you bleed!" A sharp sword intent rose into the sky and pierced into the sky.
"I have been practicing swordsmanship for decades, carving wood swords, and am proud of the contemporary generation. Haha, at the peak of the spirit, I can take three moves in the hands of the venerable without defeat, and escape calmly." His eyes were dazzling. : "I have sealed the sword for many years. I thought I could hide from the world, but I didn't expect that this sword... still has the day to be unsealed."
At this moment, he is no longer an old woodcarver, he is a sword god.
At this moment, when the Sword God raises his sword, what kind of waves will it cause
He Jian's sword screams when there is injustice, and is unyielding in the world.
Each sword strike is so powerful that it is impossible to avoid or hide.