A bizarre resurgence begins with a pact made by a weasel.

"Keep it; this item is destined for you."

The woman in palace attire said softly:

"perhaps,

It can bring the rest of the Nuo mask.

"Just like a master craftsman."

Xie Qing's eyes widened.

For him, the A-grade interface was second only to the system panel in terms of its helpfulness.

"Sir, how did you come to know about this?"

A rare flicker of emotion crossed the woman's voice, a mixture of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion) and 回忆 (yínglián, a feeling of reminiscence):

"Your song is very good."

"The dance was good too."

It's Haoli!!

Xie Qing immediately understood what was going on.

perhaps,

The woman before them, like the mountain lord, was a dead person, which is why she was moved by the song and dance.

The woman shook her head, the beaded curtain swaying gently as she spoke, offering a warning:

"Do not indulge in fantasies or let your thoughts wander in front of others, for if this is caught by outsiders, disaster will follow."

Xie Qing felt unusually embarrassed and also became more wary.

His personality was always unpredictable, and coming from Earth, he inevitably lacked the ability to control his thoughts. After bowing and thanking him, Xie Qing scanned his surroundings and, finding no trace of the armored soldiers, his courage suddenly rose:

"May I ask your name, sir?"

The woman in palace attire did not respond.

but,

There was no scolding, was there?

Xie Qing became even bolder.

"Sir, do you know my... mother? Do you know her background?"

The woman in palace attire picked up the baboon skin from the ground and said:

"Give me this mandrill skin. It still retains some of the mandrill's mystical qualities and can be made into a cloak with the power to conceal and deflect force." Then, she abruptly changed the subject, questioning:

"You don't seem sad?"

Even through the beaded curtain, Xie Qing could feel the cold gaze scrutinizing her.

"Although she is my mother, I have never met her."

This is the truth.

Even if the original body were here, it would be just average.

Du Shenge "died" when she gave birth to the original owner of the body, so how much affection could there have been between them?

"I just feel sorry for her, I feel sorry for her."

"very good."

"What?"

"Finally, A has found the right person to follow."

Xie Qing was somewhat confused.

For the first time, a smile appeared in the woman's words:

"We died one after the other. In this world, we have no old friends or relatives left. The wind of the underworld is colder than a knife and colder than the polar regions. Even if we huddle together, we cannot warm each other."

Fortunately, there are always people who pity us.

She looked at Xie Qing.

"Peddlers and ordinary people, disregarding the imperial court's prohibition, secretly burned some paper money and wrote some eulogies. It is thanks to their compassion that we have been able to get to where we are today."

In this world, blood ties are not necessarily reliable.

But simple values ​​and the most primal emotions can always bring unexpected results.

Would you like to learn how to play pitch-pot?

Pitch-pot?

This appears to be a game played by ancient nobles.

With a flick of her wrist, the woman in palace attire produced an ordinary iron sword in her palm.

The way she held the sword was a bit strange; she gripped the handle backwards. But the next moment, Xie Qing understood why she was doing this.

She did it to launch it!!

The woman in palace attire raised her arm and, surprisingly, tossed the long sword in her hand away as if it were an object.

Her posture was very relaxed and carefree, as if she were holding a ball of embroidery rather than a sword.

That's it?

Is it really that light and airy?

Swish!

The longsword flew out.

Before Xie Qing could even react, the massive shockwave blew him away. He rolled a few times before landing face-first on the ground. The next second...

Rumble!

A deafening sound came from ahead.

He raised his head.

The long sword completely pierced through one side of the valley, shattering the several-meter-thick rock wall into countless dust particles, and even carving a deep trench in the ground by the shockwave.

The previously sealed airflow in the valley suddenly began to flow, the accumulated miasma was released outwards, and fresh air rushed in wildly. The woman's casual toss completely changed the feng shui of the entire valley.

"Sir, I want to learn!!"

Xie Qing knelt down on the ground decisively.

"Dear teacher, please accept my bow."

This kid...

The woman in palace attire silently shook her head, and Xie Qing simply couldn't bring himself to kowtow, no matter what she did.

"We are not destined to be master and disciple."

Xie Qing insisted on standing up, but was helped up by a force. After trying several times, he could only stand up with great regret.

"Sir, is this technique called pitch-pot?"

"good."

The woman took out a scroll of bamboo slips from her sleeve and handed it to Xie Qing.

【Ding】

[You have received a strange item - A collection of anecdotes from the world of humor: The Pitch-Pot Chapter (Annotated Edition)]

[Item Level: D+]

【Xiaolin Zaji - A mysterious book that collects various unofficial histories and strange tales from ancient times】

The section on pitch-pot—records the origin of the throwing technique. Legend has it that the throwing technique was a game created by apes to amuse unknown beings, a claim the author finds utterly absurd and includes in this work as a humorous anecdote.

This wondrous object cannot be used directly; you must master the throwing technique yourself.

Skill level increases or decreases automatically with proficiency.

"Pitch-pot originated from throwing techniques, which is a unique skill that our ancestors first mastered."

The woman said calmly:

"Our ancestors were ape-men."

Xie Qing flipped through the book, the first page of which was the original text of Xiaolin Zaji, mentioning the birth of throwing techniques.

Further down are various small figures, their bodies covered with veins and acupoints, posing in various positions, each with detailed annotations.

It is clear that this was left by two different authors.

At the same time, it also represents two completely different viewpoints.

What the original author considered absurd, the commentator sees as the truth of history.

"Sir, do you also believe that throwing techniques originated from apes?"

"good."

"The earliest apes did not understand the principles of throwing techniques; they simply used them for play."

"In the season of abundant food, they frolicked in the shade of the forest, playing with throwing things, until one day, the leader of a tribe of apes, Ear, encountered a spirit in the wilderness, as hard as diamond and as resilient as the earth, whose shadow covered a forest."

"It was undaunted by wind and rain, undaunted by thunder, and remained silent, so the apes gathered around it."

"The leader offered fruits and vegetables day after day, but the spirit never responded."

Until one day, as the ape-men were playing and throwing stones in His shadow, they heard a sound like mountains collapsing—it was His joy.

"At that moment, the leader understood the dream of the spirit."

"He wants to fly."

"fly?"

Xie Qing found it hard to believe.

The woman in palace attire said calmly:

"He imagined himself like that pebble, carried into the clouds by the ape-man; he was tired of the earth, tired of waiting."

"Thus, throwing techniques became a ritual to please the spirits."

"The apes often held contests in response to the spirit's expectations."

"And the spirit also selflessly taught the ape-men, giving them the skills to polish stone tools and carve metal, so the ape-men had stone spears, guns, swords and all kinds of weapons."

The story ends abruptly here.

Do you believe it?

The woman in palace attire countered with a question.

Xie Qing remained silent for a while before speaking:

"Sir, in this story, the leader of the ape tribe is named 'Ear,' but what about 'Spirit'?"

"Such a great being, why did he not leave behind a name?"

A sudden gust of wind swept through the valley, billowing the wide sleeves of the woman in palace attire. Her voice, mingled with the wind, sounded somewhat ethereal and dreamlike.

"Because the ape-man betrayed the spirit."

"They shed their fur, removed their scales and horns, sharpened their claws and teeth, and went out into the wilderness with the weapons taught by the Spirit."

"They could not lift up the Spirit, so they left Him in the forest."

The woman's figure rose with the wind.

"If you're interested, then win the Triadic Grail!"

"There will be plenty of materials available for you to read at the meeting."

Xie Qing started running, still having more questions to answer, but he was getting further and further away from that figure.

A final sound drifted on the wind:

"Linzhou was formerly known as Lingzhou."

"For many great and mysterious spirits once roamed this land."