Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

Under Yan Huan's gaze, Yun Li picked up the red brick, closed her eyes, and tossed it in her palm.

"Um……"

As it was being tossed around, it lost its grip and hit Yan Huan's knee, then rolled to the ground and hit his foot.

"...?"

Yan Huan silently bent down and picked up the brick from the ground. "You pretended to be such a charlatan just to hit me?"

"No, no, no... I'm just communicating with your weapon."

Yun Li opened her eyes, seemingly having found the answer.

"Guess what that brick just said."

"What can it say? It's already fallen to the ground."

"It said... it doesn't want to be used to hit people." Yun Li stated matter-of-factly, her arms crossed:

“You threw its brothers and sisters out and smashed them to pieces.”

Five years ago, they were all together, forming an old house.

“But that old house was demolished, and the original site was to be converted into shops, so they were piled up on the roadside and you picked them up.”

"Its wish is to be able to rebuild a house and reunite with its brothers and sisters."

After listening to Yun Li's story, Yan Huan slowly looked at the uneven old brick on the table.

It just fell to the ground, and a few pieces of debris fell off.

"You're not kidding me, are you?"

Yan Huan asked:

"If you could really hear weapons talking, then if my weapon were a wall, would you hear the wall talking, or the bricks in the wall talking?"

"Let's assume this brick is brick A for now. Then it and its siblings bricks B, C, D... together make up a house."

"When you pass by that house, do you hear many different sounds or just one?"

"Well, I can't tell you that," Yun Li shook her head.

"Anyway, I'm just stating the facts; that's what this brick is telling me."

"So, you can hear the sound of 'weapons,' right?"

Yan Huan roughly understood Yun Li's talent.

But the question is, what exactly is her definition of 'weapon'?

As she herself said, the brick was indeed her weapon. So, if an item is identified as a 'weapon', can Yun Li read its memories?

Yan Huan patted the wooden table in front of them. "I'm going to use this as a weapon. Can you listen to what it's saying?"

This is a simple, antique square table, but with the wear and tear of time, its four corners have become somewhat out of place.

Yun Li silently lowered her head and looked at the table.

She closed her eyes, placed her hands on the table, and murmured:

"It said it didn't want to be used as a weapon; it wanted to stay in this store until it fell apart..."

"Really? Then try this gun out."

Before Yun Li could open her eyes, Yan Huan grabbed the rifle from the table and pressed Yun Li's hand onto it.

Yun Li paused for a moment, then reached out and stroked the gun.

The moment she touched it, Yan Huan's eyes narrowed, and with lightning speed and without making a sound, he replaced the rifle with another toy model gun. He could do it without letting Yun Li notice anything amiss.

Yun Li placed her hand on it and said in a serious tone:

"Since its manufacture, this gun has been fulfilling its destiny of protecting its master, it..."

"You were really talking nonsense!" Yan Huan pulled out the model gun, placed it on the table, and said disbelievingly:

"What's the point of guarding this toy gun? I knew your talent was illogical, turns out you're a charlatan."

Yun Li opened her eyes and explained helplessly:

"I'm talking about the previous gun, not this one."

"Do you really think I don't know the sound of the weapon has changed?"

"You just switched the gun, that's so naughty."

"You can really hear the sound of 'weapons'?" Yan Huan was still somewhat skeptical.

"Really, why would I lie to you?" Yun Li muttered. "I could hear you the whole time."

Staring at Yun Li's face, Yan Huan fell into deep thought.

I vaguely remember that the Black Swan of Liuguang Yiting also had a similar ability.

She can explore memories related to an object by touching it.

Yun Li said she could talk to weapons, but what exactly are weapons?

If you cover a person's mouth and nose with a piece of cloth and suffocate them, can that cloth be considered a weapon?

"Could you be the God of Concepts?" Yan Huan began to suspect.

If, if you were to give her a fragment of a star god and tell Yun Li that it was a weapon you used to smash people.

Wouldn't that mean she could analyze the Star God fragments?

"What's with that expression?"

Yun Li raised her chin and gave a soft snort.

"You don't believe it, do you?"

"I have met many sanctimonious sword masters who lie as naturally as eating and drinking."

"But weapons are always honest; they will tell me that their masters are nothing more than petty people who are 'subordinate to divine weapons'."

"So far, I have hunted hundreds of swords, and they have all been like this."

"To be honest, it's not enough to judge a person's character just by observing their weapons."

"Because the sounds I can hear are limited, just like that red brick from before, it can't give me much information about you."

"If you could set up a martial arts arena and spar with someone a few times, so I could observe and learn..."

"Miss Yun Li." Suddenly, the waiter brought over the dishes, placed them on the table, and said with a faint smile:

"For those skilled in combat, the martial arts ceremony is indeed a good opportunity to showcase their abilities and gain fame."

"However, old friends like Mr. Yan Huan, who have already made great contributions to the Immortal Ship, probably don't need to show off on the martial arts stage."

"Hmm?" Yan Huan looked at the young waiter. "Do you know me?"

"Oh, not at all. Who in Luofu doesn't know Mr. Yan Huan?"

The waiter bent down and placed each dish carefully.

“There have been so many posters of you at the martial arts ceremony recently.”

"Oh, by the way, do you have a moment? Would you mind signing something for me?"

"Okay."

Yan Huan had done things like signing autographs before, on the Black Tower Space Station.

However, after I got to know those clerks better, they didn't care much about signatures anymore.

"That's great, sign here."

The waiter wiped his hands with his apron, then took it off to show his shirt, which was slightly sweaty.

Yan Huan took out a pen, intending to write on his shirt, but unexpectedly the waiter lifted up his shirt, revealing his belly.

"?"

Then, he took out a pen and handed it to Yan Huan.

"This is a pink tattoo pen. Just draw it below my belly button."

Chapter 1001 Can you give me a few mines?

Yan Huan picked up the pink paintbrush in a daze and started drawing on the waiter's belly below his navel.

As requested, Yan Huan also drew a large heart in the middle, and symmetrical small wings on both sides.

No matter how I draw it, it just doesn't look right.

"..."

Yan Huan stopped painting. "That's it."

"Thank you."

The waiter smiled and put the shirt down, his pretty face slightly flushed.

"I will keep the traces you left behind for a lifetime."

"..."

"Something feels off," Yun Li blinked her cute eyes.

"Never mind, let's eat first."

She picked up her chopsticks and started eating first.

Yan Huan didn't pay much attention to the waiter and picked up her chopsticks to eat rice.

At the same time, a couple at the table opposite them couldn't help but look up and observe them.

"I think I just heard Mr. Yan Huan's name... Was it just my imagination?"

"Who is that?"

"Uh...you might not know him."