Ask Sword

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Bian Chenpei lowered his head silently, looking at the velvet quilt embroidered with gold thread, he clenched his fists unconsciously, and his nails were deeply embedded in the flesh.

He wanted to resist, to yell at the so-called senior brother in front of him, telling him to call his father.

But he dared not.

As long as one thinks of that majestic and tall mountain-like back, and the cold man who tortured and killed demons with torture tools expressionlessly in the prison, and asked the six-year-old himself to watch forcibly,

The anger, resentment, and all the courage accumulated in his heart were evaporated.

.I see.

Bian Chenpei said hoarsely, his own voice could hardly be heard, I will do it.

If you can't resist, you can only accept it.

Duan Buqun glanced at him, and was not surprised by this answer, and added: The cardinal also said that you lost your pride and confidence with Li Ang, and your dignity and courage with Ghost Spade.

What is lost must be regained by oneself.

Bian Chenpei raised his head in a daze, his legs were broken now, and he had to lift up with all his strength even to move, or take a wheelchair. How can I get back what belongs to me?

Li Ang has now returned to the State of Yu and is under the strict protection of the Academy.

It is not known whether Ghost Spade is dead or alive, and even Zhao Ming has disappeared, making it difficult to find.

Coincidentally, there is still at least one or two years of buffer time for the all-out war against Yu State.

He wants you to go to a hundred thousand barren mountains, hunt down monsters, and practice.

Duan Buqun said: One day, the army loyal to Haotian will break through the gate of Chang'an City, and you should be the one bathed in the morning light.

At that time, he will hand over the blade that beheaded Li Ang and Zhao Ming to your hands.

I hope you will live up to his expectations.

beheading, blade,

These bloody words really shouldn't be the instructions and blessings of a normal father to his son.

However, after Bian Chenpei heard these words, his absent-minded eyes gradually became clear, and the expression on his ashen-like face reappeared.

He took a deep breath and murmured, I won't let him down.

good.

Seeing that Bian Chenpei finally cheered up, Duan Buqun nodded, and raised a roll of paper mixed with words and lines in his hand, If there is nothing else, I will leave first, and I have to convey the oracle's instructions.

oracle?

Bian Chenpei was taken aback when he heard the words, A prophecy issued by Cardinal Juyu himself? About what?

A dream in Nanke, it's hard to get rid of grievances and grievances. Floating bubbles are all due to reasons.

Duan Buqun glanced at the note, and casually read the first two sentences, It's about a first-class monster that is about to wake up.

Level one?

Bian Chenpei was even more surprised. The monsters that can be included in the first level must be properly preserved for my use.

Either it has earth-shattering destructive power, and must be contained, imprisoned, or even eliminated immediately.

Um.

Duan Buqun said: Cardinal Juyu predicted that the monster is extremely important to Mount Taihao, so it must be discovered and captured immediately.

If they cannot be captured, they must be eliminated immediately to prevent others, even Zhou Guo and Jing Guo from getting it.

So decisive?

Bian Chenpei hesitated and said, Does this monster have a name?

have.

Duan Buqun nodded and said, Its name is Nightmare Tapir.

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At this moment, Li Ang still doesn't know that on the distant Taihao Mountain, a father and son who love each other are planning how to break through Chang'an City and cut off their own heads.

Of course, even if he knew, he probably wouldn't take it to heart.

Now that he has offended Zhao Ming to death, and more than a dozen wanted Candle Sky Realm monks are after him, why worry about Bian Chenpei anymore.

He lived a rare and peaceful life on his own, attending classes at the academy during the day, going home to eat and read with Chai Chai at night, and using Mosi to communicate with Jia Luo and Lu Yunan remotely at night.

Jia Luo still has some resentment about this. Li Ang has such an efficient communication tool, but has been hiding it all the time, which made her write so many letters in vain before and had to endure the delay in communication.

Li Ang had no choice but to apologize, and made an appointment to meet next time, cook himself, and greet the other party with a sumptuous meal.

As for him and Lu Yunan, there are even more things to talk about, and the conversation lasted until midnight, and the topics were varied,

From when will the ceramic flush toilet be popular among the people, and when will there be a Magellan who travels around the world in this world.

From Thimble and He, who is more representative of young people in the new era, to whether the ceiling of superhero movies is Watchmen or Batman.

When it was time to go to bed, the two who had stayed up too late would still say something silly, You hang up first.

You hang up first.

No, you hang up first.

Then hang it together. Three two one.

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Hello? Is anyone there? Smelly brother, I told you to hang up and you really hung up.

Didn't you let them hang together?

It's just like chatting on QQ in the previous life.

As a result, Li Leling, who came to Li Ang's house for dinner occasionally, inexplicably felt that her hair sometimes felt cold.

However, Li Ang and Lu Yunan were not chatting all the time, the threat brought by Zhao Ming was like a black cloud slowly descending from the sky, extremely oppressive. Not to mention Mosi, who doesn't know when it will get out of control again, and the upcoming war.

On the snowy field in the north, Lu Yunan led the people to dig for something that the Zhaoming organization asked them to find, and secretly worked hard to tame the gluttonous fragments seized from Ghost Spade.

Li Ang is also trying his best to familiarize himself with how to use the Dragon Meteor spear. Both are preparing for the future.

After really hanging up Mosi's communication, he went back to the bedroom and lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

He still remembered what the head of the mountain said last time, that monks with sensitive spiritual sense and superior talent tend to see some illusions, and regard the illusions as some kind of practical revelation.

Throughout the ages, many monks have been trapped deeper and deeper because of this so-called enlightenment, and eventually inevitably set foot on the path of demons.

There are countless Mosi in my body, if I regard Mosi as a spiritual vein, then I am definitely a so-called genius with sensitivity in spiritual sense and superior talent. Also more prone to hallucinations.

Perhaps the sword fairy in history himself became crazy because of this.

Li Ang thought about it nervously, first glanced at Chai Chai who was sleeping soundly on the next bed, and then stretched out moss silk from his fingertips, constructed it into a bell tied with a rope, and hung it on his bed.

The other end of the rope is connected to his fingers.

In this way, if you encounter a nightmare in your sleep and your body moves around, you will pull the rope, ring the bell, and wake yourself up.

After getting ready, Li Ang breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Boom!

A strong sense of vibration spread throughout his body, and Li Ang opened his eyes suddenly, but what he saw was not the familiar bedroom ceiling, but the blue-black sky.

He got up from the ground in a daze and looked around.

This is a small courtyard. There is a row of flower pots by the wall. The plants in the flower pots have all died because they have not been taken care of for too long.

The grapes clinging to the bamboo roof above the flower pots also withered for a long time.

The scene in front of me is all too familiar. This is the backyard of the Baoantang in Weizhou. Leon's house.