"Where is the Sword Mountain?" Ren Baqian asked.
"No one knows, every sword slave knows that there is such a sword mountain, and countless people want to investigate, but no one has ever found it." Ning Caichen replied.
Ren Baqian thought for a while, and he felt that the world needs a satellite. It's a pity that first of all, he has no money, which is okay, he thinks he will always have money.
But you can't bring something that big by yourself, right? At least the bed I slept on was never brought.
I don't know if it's because of the mattress and bed sheets, but I always bring the sheets here and back.
But it's useless even if you bring it over, and there is no launch device, no operating platform, no debuggers and staff, how can you send the satellite into the sky by yourself
"Are all the newborn children chosen by the Spirit Sword?"
"Most of the time, there are people who get it later, but it's rare."
"Is the spirit sword alive?" Ren Baqian has always been curious about this.
"They are also alive, but they are different from us ordinary people. The sword slave can feel the pain they have suffered. If they are destroyed, the sword slave will also die." Ning Caichen stroked the blade, the green bead slightly Trembling, as if doing some communication.
"Do they feel the same when they are hurt?"
"Of course, they will convey their heart to the sword slave. For example, I feel pain all over my body right now." Ning Caichen continued to mourn. Ren Baqian now felt that half of his expression was due to the pain all over his body.
"How many sword masters are there?"
"I don't know. Generally, there are only a hundred or ten sword masters that exist at the same time. Only when the world is in turmoil will more sword masters be born. It is recorded that thousands of sword masters existed in the world at the same time a thousand years ago. That is It is a magnificent era with countless heroes in the world, and it is fascinating to think about it."
Speaking of that magnificent era, Ning Caichen's eyes lit up. He has always yearned for that era. But when he thought that half of Lu Zhufei was shot down, he lost all thoughts, his eyes dimmed, and his whole body exuded a feeling of desolation.
Ren Baqian was full of fantasies and expectations about the world, while Ning Caichen was saddened.
The ancient people in the mountains continued to do what they should do. Some people thought of something through the voice just now, but most of them didn't understand it very well. Nowadays, sword masters are rarely born, most of them are in Daxia, and the ancient people don't know much about them.
Everyone at the bottom of the mountain also went back to rest. Many of them guessed what the voice was just now, but they didn't know what happened to Qi Zixiao after he shot the arrow. It is currently speculated that someone may be unlucky.
The empress was reclined in the chariot, with thick animal skins under her body, Qing Yuan and Hong Luan were beating their legs and squeezing their shoulders, while the empress was drinking by herself with a jug.
"Your Majesty, what was that voice just now?" Hong Luan asked softly. As the empress's maid, she is well-informed, but she is still very curious about Fang Cai's situation.
As Hongluan asked, Qingyuan also raised her ears.
"It's just a small bug. It's too noisy and disturbs me." The empress said casually.
Seeing that the empress didn't say much, the two stopped asking.
If Ning Caichen and Luzhu heard what the empress said, they would probably feel sad again.
If Luzhu kept a low profile and stopped being so talkative, I'm afraid it wouldn't be as miserable as it is now.
Whether you are a man or a sword, sometimes it is better to keep a low profile.
At last, nothing happened this night. Ren Baqian was already exhausted after all the events of the day. In the middle of the night, he added some branches to the fire, leaving Ning Cai, who was in pain all over. The minister was twitching by himself, lying on the ground and falling asleep.
There are pebbles all over his body, and his whole body hurts after lying down for a long time, even this he doesn't care about, it can be seen that what happened that day caused him to be tired.
Tired body, tired heart.
Ren Baqian woke up from the cold, the sky was already dawning, and a layer of white mist rose around him. After getting up from the ground, I realized that the water vapor in the forest had wet my clothes, and the campfire had been extinguished. No wonder it was so cold.
Ning Caichen was holding the sword on the side, his eyes had been closed long ago, his brows were still tightly furrowed.
Ren Baqian got up and poked around in the bonfire. There was no spark left, and he didn't bother to make any fuss, so he just stood there with his arms around his arms and waited for dawn. Thinking of going down the mountain in a short while, Ren Baqian felt elated, the most dangerous night was finally over.
After half an hour, Ning Caichen also woke up.
After waking up this time, she was more or less normal, at least she no longer looked like a resentful woman.
"Wait a little longer, light a fire and get something to eat, and then prepare to go down the mountain before noon." Ren Baqian said.
Ning Caichen nodded and continued to hold his sword.
When the sun rose from afar and the fog in the mountains was less, Ren Baqian went to pick up some branches from the surrounding area and came back.
Light the fire, grill the meat, and it will be seven or eight o'clock when the meat is cooked. The two of them simply ate and got up to go down the mountain.
Ren Baqian was still holding a crossbow in one hand and a twig in the other to beat grass and startle snakes, while Ning Caichen followed behind with the appearance of a sunset warrior holding a spirit sword in both hands.
First, he walked all the way along the creek, and when he saw the stall of old godmothers yesterday, Ren Baqian glanced at it, and immediately ran over to use a branch to scratch it a few times, and then carefully picked out a thing from it.
When Ning Caichen looked at the things in his hands, a disgusted look appeared on his face.
Ren Baqian didn't dislike it. If I read this correctly, it was that thing, right? Tiger-toothed tigers are considered tiger whips, right? It's good luck that this good thing didn't get smashed.
Just took it back and gave it to Chen Qing, that guy should need this treasure.
At this time, on the way down the mountain, Ren Baqian no longer had the bitter and careful look yesterday, and began to think about other things in his heart. After carrying it and throwing it into the creek to wash it, Ren Baqian began to think about how to take it back.
I can't hold it in my hand, and there are other things in my waist bag, and it will get dirty if I put this thing in.
"Brother, help me carry it down the mountain, I can't hold it anymore." Ren Baqian asked Ning Caichen with a smile on his face.
Ning Caichen's face twitched, his head was like a rattle.
Ren Baqian saw that he didn't want to touch him, so he didn't want to throw it away, so he tore off the cloth strips from his body, rolled them up and stuffed them into his pocket.
Originally, his clothes were torn in many places in the woods, and he tore them twice. At this time, he looked like a beggar, a pair of troubled brothers and sisters with the ragged Ning Caichen.
The way down the mountain was much easier than going up. The two of them walked a little further down, and they began to see figures. Du Changkong was running with a mace behind his back, holding a ball in both hands, and ran wildly. The speed was quite fast. Before Ren Baqian could speak, Du Changkong had already run a long way.
Not long after, Ren Baqian saw someone holding a long-dead gas-toothed tiger with both hands. It was a circle bigger than yesterday's one, but its head was smashed like Shaqima.
When Ren Baqian saw many mounts and carriages in the distance at the edge of the forest, tears began to fill his eyes, and he finally came out of this ghostly forest alive.
When I went down the mountain, I saw that the nearby open space was filled with all kinds of prey, and someone was recording it.
The two of them just came out empty-handed, and no one cared when other people saw it.
On the contrary, Quan Yonghe and Quan Yonglin came out behind the two of them. Quan Yonghe's face was full of displeasure, while Quan Yonglin had a dry smile on his face.
The two of them also had empty hands, and Quan Yonglin had a few more scars on his body, especially his waist was stained red with blood.
Ren Baqian looked back at the two of them like this, and he didn't need to think about it, even if he encountered prey, he would be beaten into a godmother by Quan Yonglin.
Ignoring the others, Ren Baqian ran to report to the Empress with a dirty body.
The fact that I spent the night on the mountain this time was a bit punitive, and I would be sympathetic if I made it miserable.
"Your Majesty, I almost won't be able to come back this time." Upon seeing Empress Ren Baqian, she began to cry without saying a word.
"Oh? But why do I remember that Ren Sicheng killed all directions?" The empress's cold voice came, and Ren Baqian became stiff.