"Su Shen?"
Liao Gan muttered, looking at the dagger he threw on the table with some horror.
"What the hell kind of name is that?"
Monk Mingxin glanced at him: "You don't know what this knife is?"
There was a hint of doubt and distrust in his tone. Liao Gan's face turned red when he heard it, and he looked as if he was very angry, and shouted, "If I know what the hell this thing is, I won't be in such a state of being neither human nor ghost."
"Where did you get this knife?"
Monk Mingxin didn't relax because of Liao Gan's words, he asked in a calm voice, it seemed that Fatty Liao would use the Sanskrit Mantra to force him to ask if he didn't say anything.
Liu Wuyan frowned, and understood something from Monk Mingxin's unusually solemn attitude.
"Leniency for confession, strictness for resistance, fat man."
Liu Wuyan slapped her spiritual sense so hard just now, but she couldn't tell from the surface that there was anything unusual about her. The long knife was turned upside down on her shoulder, and she had a half-smile that was threatening fierce look.
"My mother gave it to me."
In the faint cold light of "Liu Shang", Liao Gan explained it very neatly.
Liao Gan was not a disciple of Kyushu Bank from the beginning.
In the beginning, he was just the eldest son of a wealthy family, not a famous family, just a rich man. Liao Gan's father was a businessman who traveled between the Qi Qin Dynasty and the Cangpu Dynasty all year round, selling goods. I don't see people a few times throughout the year.
At that time, Liao Gan was actually a playboy.
Fighting cocks and playing dogs, why not do anything serious.
I have nothing to do all day, day by day. Anyway, the family has money, enough for him to eat and drink. My old lady is different from my father, she can be regarded as a young lady of a scholarly family, gentle and weak, she can't control him. So Liao Qin grew up to be a dead fat man with nothing to do.
Liao Gan didn't think about cultivating immortals or worshiping sects at that time.
How big can the world of the country rich man be
It's just listening to some fairy tales in the countryside, and living day and night.
Then one day, Liao Gan's world was suddenly enlarged.
The old man who went to Cangpu Dynasty to sell medicinal materials came back half earlier than normal.
The old man came back in the middle of the night, covered in blood, and appeared in his room without disturbing the servants, scaring him enough.
The old man swept over like a knife with cold eyes, telling him to shut up and find the old lady.
Liao Gan was so frightened that he staggered to find his weak mother who was full of melancholy all day long. Unexpectedly, at this time, the old lady acted as if she was not someone he knew, she was not frightened at all, and treated the wound for the old man with a normal expression. Liao Gan heard his mother ask his father if he had been discovered.
What was discovered
Isn't dad just an ordinary businessman
Liao Qian was at a loss.
Dad nodded and said, we have to move.
Liao Qian was confused by them, and asked after him, but his father told him not to reveal the matter of his return, and pack up quickly.
However, before they packed up their things, something happened the next night.
The father who went out after pretending during the day staggered back in the evening, took him and his mother into a secret room at home that Liao Gan had never seen before, and then closed the door from the outside. Dad told them they must never come out until the door closed. Then the door closed, Dad's face disappeared outside the door, and the formation on the door lit up.
The light of the formation illuminated the hint, and Liao Gan saw his mother sitting upright, looking at the light on the door, with an expression he couldn't describe, which made him feel chilly and calm.
— that dead calm.
After an unknown amount of time, sitting in the secret room felt that the ground was shaking, and a thunderous sound echoed in the small space. Anxiety and fear made him hold his head tightly.
"Take this, don't use it casually."
Niang handed an ordinary knife into his hand, then stood up, put her hand on the door, a faint light came out from her hand.
She opened the door of the secret room and walked out.
Before going out, she said, stay, don't come out.
The door "framed" closed.
His world has since been cut in half.
When the mother's figure was blocked outside the door, Liao Gan finally seemed to realize something. He threw himself on the door, frantically trying to open it—what's the point of leaving him alone? !
Know nothing, understand nothing.
Kick, hit, shake...
It's all useless, he can't open the door of the secret room.
The door of the secret room was opened two days later. Liao Gan, who had not eaten or drank for two days, sat on the ground and saw a middle-aged man in the clothes of Kyushu Bank standing outside the secret room.
That person is a secret elder of Kyushu Bank.
"Where's my father? Where's my mother?"
he asks.
The elder didn't answer, and led him to the ground—Zhuangzi had been burned, and the corpses of the servants and some men in black were lying on the ground, and those men in black were wearing iron masks.
He saw his father and mother.
Dad fell to the ground with a knife stuck in his body. Mother took his hand and fell to the ground.
They died.
—The playboy Liao Gan also died at that moment.
The one who survived was the coward Liao Gan who didn't dare to follow his mother out of the secret room, so he has been a cowardly and cowardly man since then, living in a daze, not daring to ask or think about anything.
But things don't end if you don't want to ask.
When Liao Qian thought that he would be a disciple of the Kyushu Bank who counted money for the rest of his life, so he passed by in such a muddle, something happened to the Qingming Pagoda in Bingzhou, and he watched the city turn into a dead city.
Then there was Zhou Wen'an, a young man in that world who only had the Nine Profound Sect and only his brothers and sisters. He yelled at him and told him to run away.
Liao Gan once watched his father and mother go out tremblingly, he didn't want to be a coward anymore.
So he rushed out with Zhou Wen'an on his back.
But what good is that
Zhou Wen'an died in the end, obviously he had a chance to hold the knife, and Zhou Wen'an didn't have to die so tragically.
He was just a coward after all.
Kneeling on the pile of bones outside the Prison Tower, he slapped himself and cursed hysterically,
………………………………………………
Liao Gan has the magic knife in his hand.
This incident broke the original plan of Liu Wuyan and Monk Mingxin.
They came to the Qi and Qin Dynasty this time to grab the fragments of the Shanhe scroll before those people.
Now plans had to be changed again.
Liao Qian's parents are likely to be members of the eighteenth Gu family, and they died at the hands of the hidden guards of the Jin Tang Dynasty. However, now Liao Gan died at the hands of Wang Jingzhi, a disciple of Kyushu Bank, which made people wonder about the cause of death of Liao Gan's parents.
The strangeness of the incident was unsettling.
After the discussion, Monk Mingxin handed over the scrolls of mountains and rivers to Liu Wuyan, and she went to look for the remaining scrolls. Monk Mingxin stayed behind, and together with Liao Gan, followed Wang Jingzhi's line to explore what secrets were hidden in Elder Lin's monthly delivery, and once again explored from Elder Lin to the source—Elder Lin It was the elder of the Kyushu bank who brought Liao Gan out of the secret room.
Outside the house, Monk Mingxin handed over the fragments of the Shanhe Scroll to Liu Wuyan.
Putting away the fragments, Liu Wuyan was about to leave.
"Liu Wuyan."
Monk Mingxin suddenly called Liu Wuyan's name seriously for the first time.
Liu Wuyan stopped and turned to look at him.
It was late at night, but there was a fluffy moon in the sky.
Today is probably the middle of the month.
The young monk in gray clothes stood in the snowy moonlight and looked at her. The face of the young monk no longer had the previous tit-for-tat—the monk Mingxin reminded Liu Wuyan of her brother in a trance at this time. Thinking about things in his heart, his eyebrows and eyes are full of compassion for many things that people don't understand.
In the past, they always disliked each other. Fanyin Pavilion and Hehuan Sect had quarreled for so many years, and the gap was passed down from generation to generation. Because Liu Wuyan hadn't noticed all along that the Mingxin monk, who is a disciple of Buddha, actually has a handsome face.
Liu Wuyan thought of the faint sound of chanting sutras that she heard before waking up after she passed out after teleportation from the prison barren tower.
When she opened her eyes, she only saw the young monk sitting cross-legged in the distance, with his eyes closed, as if he didn't care about anything.
"What's the matter, dead bald donkey."
Monk Mingxin's Dharma name was twirled in his mouth twice, but he still didn't shout out, Liu Wuyan raised his eyebrows slightly with the saber in his hand, and his tone sounded the same as usual.
Monk Mingxin looked at the woman carrying the knife. She had a high ponytail and the sharpness of a blade in her eyebrows and eyes. She was the kind of person who had too much resentment that could not be resolved in his heart, as said in Zen.
They are people who are said to be impassable by Buddhism.
"Watch out for ravens."
He rubbed the beads, silent for a long time, and said.
When the words came out, the night wind blew, Liu Wuyan stopped staying, turned around, and set off towards a direction in the darkness.
In the house, Liao Gan sat under the dim light, staring blankly at Su Shendao under the light.
He reached out and touched the blackened sword wound, and clearly remembered the cold feeling of the blade piercing through the flesh, and the feeling of the sharp sword energy severing the blood.
It hurts so much, and it's so cold.
Cold to the bone.
What was he thinking at that time
Thinking of Zhou Wen'an who was wielding a knife in the prison barren tower, and thinking of the old man's wrinkled hands when he handed the knife to him, there was only one thought left in the end—he can't die, he can't die.
So he grasped the blade of Sushen Knife and held it tightly. Let the blade cut your own blood vessels, and let the blood seep into the blade. At the same time, he turned his head unwillingly.
He saw that senior brother Wang Jingzhi still had the smiling face of an old man, holding the sword firmly in his hand.
"It really hurts, old man."
Liao Gan raised his head and breathed a sigh of relief.
He stretched out his hand to hold the Sushen Knife again.
The scales on the hilt did not stand upside down, nor did his blood seep out again. The Sushen Knife was held in his hand quietly, and the light of the stars flowed on the blade.
Liao Gan no longer had the usual nonchalant smile on his face.
His face is expressionless.