sword sentient beings

"Wang Er..."

Tang Zhaoru was struck by lightning.

The dusty memories in the depths suddenly attacked him.

Back then, his first battle was with Mr. Xing from Wangliang Mountain. Not only did he fight through untold hardships, but he also suffered a surprise attack and almost became a sword slave.At that moment, he saw the two fragments that Mr. Xing was carrying with him, holding the Lihuo sword in his hand to support it tightly, and relying on the punishment of the extreme punishment to escape.

That battle and a series of subsequent encounters made Tang Zhao unforgettable. Later, he heard that Wangliang Mountain was the gathering place of evil in the world, the lair of human traffickers, and the stronghold of slave owners of sword slaves. He already believed in his heart that it was the most evil place in the world.

At that time, he was not even a beginner in martial arts, and he knew nothing about Jianghu courts, but he had already made an agreement with Si Liyu that he would become a swordsman in the future to level the two mountains together.

These years have passed, he has grown a lot, learned martial arts, became a swordsman, seen more good and evil, and knew the vast world of the world, which is very different from the original situation.If he had forgotten the two mountains, he didn't seem to have forgotten, but if he always remembered the oath of the year, and even included the extermination of the two mountains in his timetable, he didn't seem to have.

After all, he got rid of the personal pain of the sword slave, and he hadn't seen the traffickers and trafficked children for a long time, and gradually he felt less empathy, so he no longer wanted to do something urgently.

Thinking of this, he felt a little guilty.

Those trafficked children and those sword slaves who suffered day and night did not exist because he couldn't see or remember them.Perhaps for them, they never knew that there was a child who vowed to save them too, and then forgot about them within a few years.

However, Tang Zhao knew it himself.

Staring at those two words, Tang Zhao memorized them again, and Fang regained his attention, saying, "Wang Liang...is it Wang Liang who caused the fall of the Immortal City?"

Isn't the monster Wangliang in the Wangliang Mountain?That place seems to be difficult to get in from the outside, and not very easy to get out from the inside. It should be blocked, so why did you go to the sky to fight against the fairy city?

He thought about it, and it made sense.Wang Liang is a very powerful monster, how could he be willing to hide in Wang Liang Mountain and not come out?How do you know it wasn't that after the great war many years ago, he was hurt and could only hide?
Perhaps the First World War more than 100 years ago was the origin of the two mountains.

He continued to look at the string of words, wondering if it was written in the dark, or maybe this woman is not very good at talismans, these two lines of words are crooked, and the meaning of the words jumps, not very coherent, it just so happens that Tang Zhao is not very good at it, so reading it gives me a headache , can only skip the translation of words one by one.

"The disaster of the two..."

"Help... Dong Jun..."

"Under Tongyang..."

"It's too late to regret!"

Tang Zhao deciphered, the front was still intermittent, but there was a very large amount of information. At the end of the decipherment, only the last few words were repeated differently.

"Remorse! Regret!"

"Regret! Regret! Regret..."

It seems that she has finished leaving all the information she wanted to leave in the front, and the back is just to vent her emotions, constantly portraying her emotions until the last moment.

Regret, regret, regret...

Endless remorse turned into words and left on the lid of the coffin. The characters seemed to be beating and burning like flames. Seeing Tang Zhao was very depressed. Finally, he turned his head and thought: What did you do to regret so much?
Could it be that he regretted not doing his best to save Xiancheng?
That's not so regretful, is it?

What's the use of regretting a disaster that cannot be done by human beings?

You can't be the one with the collapse of the fairy city, can you?

From one side of his head, he saw a glimmer of light on the torn coffin lid.

what?
Tang Zhao still covered his fingers with Gang Qi, tentatively stretched in, and sure enough, he touched something, and with a light hook, it came out.

It was a pearl the size of a longan. It was dull and dull at first, and it seemed to have a wax seal, but Tang Zhao held it with his aura. Somehow, the surface on the top fell down by itself, revealing the pearl-sized pearl inside. a stone.

It was a golden-red stone. Tang Zhao had never seen such a dazzling gemstone, so that when he looked directly at it, his eyes went black, as if looking directly at the sun. Seeing the golden ball of light through the stellar energy, it seemed to be shining violently, and hurriedly stuffed it into the jar.

The jar covered the brilliance, Tang Zhao pressed his hands on his eyes, and it took him a while to recover, thinking to himself:
good stuff!
Not to mention it's so dazzling, it doesn't look ordinary at first glance, and if it is said that this thing is going to be carefully hidden by the woman before she dies, she knows that the matter is of great importance.She has been sealed in a coffin for a long time, maybe she will never be discovered, she still feels unsafe, and she has to hide this thing as much as possible, which shows how special this thing is.

It's a pity that maybe too much time has passed, and that layer of protection seems to have decayed?When Tang Zhao touched it, it fell off automatically to reveal its brilliance, otherwise this stone might not be so easy to see.

Such prudence is probably not only valuable, but also of great importance.

Tang Zhao turned his gaze back to the message she left, and paused on the line "ask Dongjun for help", thoughtfully.

"Oh? Why are you so slow, what are you doing?"

Tang Zhao looked up, just in time to see the white fox lying on top of the coffin, looking inside.

The light in the coffin was very dark, because the bones were intact, and there was no white phosphorous will-o’-the-wisp. When Tang Zhao looked at the white fox from below, he could only see a pair of green eyes, and the white fox could only see Tang Zhao’s eyes and a rough outline. .

For a moment, the white fox was slightly stunned, a little surprised, and there was a moment of stagnation, followed by a sense of loss, thinking: his outline and eyes are really good, if his facial features are good, he must be a great beauty, isn't that a talent and appearance? Have both?What a pity, what a pity.

Thinking of Tang Zhao's natural shortcomings, the white fox felt quite unwilling, but after all, now is not the time to think about it, so it continued: "Why didn't she come out, does she have many relics?"

Tang Zhao took out a white cloth, covered the bones completely, and said, "Look, she left writing."

The white fox slipped down cautiously, without touching the bones, but only looked at the coffin lid, took a few glances, and asked doubtfully, "What word is this?"

Tang Zhaodao: "Universal characters—why, don't you Xiancheng use this character?"

Fuzi is a simplified typeface, which has carried part of its power since its birth. Taking into account the power, it must give up part of the function of writing. Therefore, it is difficult to learn and understand, and it is not suitable as a communication language. Even in ancient times, it was only circulated by a small number of scholars. between.But Tang Zhao thinks that Baiyujing is a place with a high style, maybe they have their own school, that is, they don't use ordinary characters, and the immortals only communicate with symbols?

Unexpectedly, the white fox really didn't know him.It seems that this woman added another layer of insurance for the sake of confidentiality.

Really cautious.Did she want people to find out, or did she not want people to find out?

There is a subtle contradiction in it.

The white fox stared at the words on the coffin for a long time, walked up to the white cloth, and gently lifted the cloth covering the skull.

For a moment, it was still a little sad, but then it stared at each other with its eyes and the skeleton.

Its eyes lit up, and it murmured something. Tang Zhao felt the fluctuation of Jianyuan, and knew that it was using swordsmanship again.The white fox's swordsmanship is mostly related to the spirit, and it is likely that there will be no effect on the outside.

After a while, nothing happened, the white fox became confused and said, "I haven't seen her before."

Tang Zhao asked in surprise, "You know this too? Is it the restoration of the skull?"

The white fox said: "What is it? I just suspected that I had seen her—if I really saw her, I would think of her face."

Tang Zhao nodded suddenly - because he had seen it before, so he saw it, this only-hearted sword is really unreasonable.

"Then, she is not one of yours, but..."

But the coffin clearly says the disaster of the two, and Dong Jun is mentioned, no matter how you look at it, it looks like it has something to do with you.

Baihu himself also hesitated and said: "But this is indeed His Highness's sanctuary. She can only be her own. And it is very spacious here, even more spacious than mine. Your Highness takes care of her very much. Tell me, it is written in the talisman What is it?"

Tang Zhao told it, and the white fox murmured, "Wang Liang, so it was Wang Liang who invaded?"

Tang Zhao thought to himself: After fighting for half a day, even the enemy doesn't know, you swordsman don't know anything, do you?
At this moment, he felt that maybe he had overestimated the age and experience of the white fox.Maybe she was very young when she became a swordsman, maybe she has been living carefree in Bai Yujing, but she doesn't know much, and the more than 100 years in the world have been wasted on Wei Xingmei.

Hearing Dongjun's words again, the white fox suddenly said: "Ah, I know who she is! She should be the envoy sent by Dongjun to make contact. I have never seen her before. I heard from my eldest sister that she was exhausted as soon as she came. After a few words of intelligence, she passed out, and everyone sent her to rest. At that time, I was still in the human world and hadn’t returned, so I never met her. When I came back, I was only fighting and didn’t see her. In the end, it seemed that she died with us ... After all, she is a guest from afar, and His Highness has to take care of her, and the shelter has given her very well."

"It's a pity that we failed to take good care of her in the end. If there was a chance, we should have let the guests leave first."

Dongjun's envoy?
Tang Zhao immediately thought of the stone she had hidden on the coffin lid.That rock was like... like a shard of the sun.

Could it be something related to Dongjun?
If she is Dongjun's envoy, and she is just fulfilling the duty of reporting, what will she regret in the end?

Regret came here and brought disaster to Bai Yujing?

Regret that he left so late that he was buried with him?

Regret for not completing Dongjun's mission, and never going back?

Or……

Tang Zhao thought, and the white fox could no longer remember anything about the past, feeling sad alone—it wasn't that it felt sorry for this woman it had never met, but just remembered an old friend who had the same experience.

Perhaps she was not the only one who silently turned into bones.

More than 100 years, even according to the natural lifespan, apart from the swordsman, even the younger swordsmen will also enter death.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that Sui Suijian is still alive. After all, she is going to die, and the white fox will also disappear.

Tang Zhao pointed to the handwriting and said, "She reminded us to ask Dong Jun for help."

The white fox said angrily: "Hey, he asked us for help first, okay? Now he turns around and begs back? Who knows where he is? What Dongjun, he caused trouble and dragged us down, and he said it was heaven and earth. It’s all amazing existence, what’s so amazing about it?”

Tang Zhao also felt that asking for help was unreasonable—if Dong Jun could handle it, this disaster would never have happened.What's the use of asking for help if you can't handle it?

However, I always feel that there is something mysterious about it.

Tang Zhaozheng was thinking about it, when suddenly his back straightened, feeling a sense of imminent oppression, he couldn't help straightening up, looking out over the coffin, the white fox even jumped on top of his head to seize a higher perspective.

In the distance, it was getting darker.

"That is……"

"Wang Er?"