Dramatic Blade

That night, Asahikawa suddenly had a dream.

Ghosts actually never dream, because dreams are the continuation of memory, and the memory of human beings is actually a burden and burden to ghosts, so almost obsessive desires and hunger will fill ghosts' bodies instead of memories.

But in this one dream, he saw flocks of birds flying across the sky, clouds and mists like the sea.

……

In the remote mountains of Tono, the cold wind and mist filled the air.

A well-dressed figure was carrying sundries through the forest with towering trees, looking rather labored.

There was a fighting sound in the distance, and the monster had a real battlefield in the forest with the section of a giant tree as a platform, and the exposed annual rings of the giant tree were already blurred.When the slippery ghost passed by, several monsters were watching the battle on the tall tree nearby.

"Hello, Lu Sheng."

The onlookers saw him and jumped down from the tree: "Where are you going today?"

The slippery ghost who jumped on the rock shook the package on his shoulders, and there was the sound of rocks shaking inside, complaining:

"Leng Li asked me to throw the stones that I cleared from the house into the forest to the north, and died again."

"The forest to the north?"

Kamaitachi frowned slightly, "Two big monsters came over there recently. Master Chihetong said that they are powerful and are fighting fiercely over there. You'd better be careful when you go there."

The monsters of Tono are themselves the fighting faction in the Northeast region. With the addition of various legends, their overall strength should not be underestimated.Moreover, they are still in a neutral position among the monster forces of all parties, and will selectively import powerful monsters into some organizations.

Chihetong is the leader of the Tono monsters.

Nuliang Lusheng felt strange: "Even Chi Hetong thinks they are very strong, how strong is that?"

"How do I know, the monster over there is as thick as the fog, and there are often unknown big monsters passing by. They used to come to Tono to make trouble, but this time it seems that they just chose that side as the battlefield. In such a situation, Tono Youkai will not participate." Kamaitachi deliberately explained.

The young slippery ghost responded with a sound, kept walking, passed the actual battlefield in a blink of an eye, and ran on the continuous mountain rocks, with a fearless youthful look in his eyes.

Kamaitachi was taken aback, seeing that his speed had increased again, he turned around and shouted: "Hey, you boy, if you can't even activate your fear, don't keep running around in the wild!"

"I know—" Nuliang Lusheng replied from a distance.

The slippery ghost was quick on his feet, and the forest in the north of Tono was thick with evil spirits, and the fog was even thicker. When he jumped to a high place, he could only see the fog rising and falling among the dark tree shadows.

"Huh, it's really cold." The slippery ghost spit out a mouthful of white mist, and put down the sundries on his back.

Because he said that he was going to Kyoto to fight the feather fox, Nuliang Huapiao mercilessly threw his grandson to Tono to practice. Nuliang Lusheng got acquainted here for a few days, and found that Tono belongs to monsters The mountain forest is actually a place of huge monsters!

"Fear" is everywhere, if he wants to leave here, he must first learn how to activate fear, and then cut off fear.

Every monster in Tono can use their fear freely, and the young master of the Nuliang Group who just wiped out the monsters of the four countries has become the weakest monster, and has to help with chores every day.

After throwing away the discarded stones in the bag, Slick Ghost looked around, but there was no trace of the so-called big monster that Kamaitachi was talking about.

"I also want to see what kind of battle Chihetong can avoid."

But there was no movement in the forest, and it seemed that it was over.

The slippery monster scratched his head, looked regretful, picked up the bag and walked back.

call--

A gust of wind suddenly blew head-on, and the turbid smell in the wind made Nuliang Lusheng stunned for a moment, and saw two blue lanterns the size of human heads appearing in the thick fog in front of him.

No, the slippery ghost quickly realized that this is not a lantern, but a pair of eyes!

The gust of wind just now was just the breath of this monster!

The slippery ghost did not hesitate to activate his fear - Mingjing Zhishui, hiding his figure.

In the white mist, there was a creepy skin-flesh rubbing sound, as if a giant stepped heavily on the ground a few steps, the huge body of the monster appeared from the mist, the long black hair covered the whole body, and the face was no different from that of a human. There is a sluggish expression on his face, but because the corners of his mouth are turned up, the whole expression is half a smile, which is extremely weird.

The slippery ghost slowly backed away in the state of the mirror and the water. He dared to come here to watch the duel of the big monsters because the slippery ghost was born with the characteristic of being invisible.Nuliang Lusheng held his breath and found that the monster had only one foot, and the stomping sound just now was the sound of him jumping forward.

This is a giant mandrill.

Nuliang Lusheng tensed all over, and continued to retreat. When he was about to retreat to a place of complete concealment, the mandrill stopped suddenly, and his blue eyes were shining brightly. In the deserted forest, he locked onto the The location of the slippery ghost.

The heavy power suddenly fell, and Nuliang Lusheng was frightened, and Mingjing Zhishui was relieved.

Got it!

The demonic power of the mandrill rushed towards the face, and it easily knocked the unsuspecting slippery ghost into a big tree.

Nuliang Lusheng's eyes blurred, and he knelt down on the ground: "Ahem..."

The black flames quickly dissipated from his body, and he was exposed to the mandrill's vision, but the huge monster did not move, standing in place as if frozen.

what happened?Nuliang Lusheng shed cold sweat, frowned in surprise, and suddenly felt a drop of cold liquid dripping onto his head.

He trembled, subconsciously raised his hand under the pressure of the mandrill, and touched it.

Black... ink?

The trees in the far field were towering, and the white mist in the far field lingered for years. A voice seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and floated down from the tree with a lazy and contemptuous tone.

"I actually chased here, I really don't give up."

Nuliang Rikusheng:! ! !

He didn't realize that there was another person nearby!

The owner of that voice seemed to ignore the mandrill who was on guard at all, and immediately said to the other party amusedly: "Even if you can eat my brain, it will grow again, but if you do it again this time, I will kill you directly, and will not give you a chance to escape."

Nuliang Lusheng couldn't help raising his head, but unfortunately the white mist separated his sight.Mandrill is a monster that likes to suck human brains, so the other party made a joke indifferently, and the tone was even a little...gentle and peaceful?

Nuliang Rikusheng felt that there was something wrong with his brain.

After all, every word he said was not gentle and peaceful, and even had an unspeakable arrogance, which made him feel like jumping as an observer.

The air flow changed, and the still mandrill began to breathe deeply. He summoned up his demon power, and his eyes became strangely brighter.

Nuliang Rikusheng moved subconsciously.

"what?"

The person on the tree seemed to have just noticed the presence of a monster under his feet, and asked softly, "Slippery?"

When he paid attention to Nuliang Lusheng, the mandrill moved, and the overwhelming demon power poured in, the mandrill roared continuously, and its eyes were extremely blue.

His huge body jumped up high and attacked the people on the tree.

Nuliang Rikusheng seemed to have been under invisible pressure, his chest hurt, and he almost fell to the ground again.

The next second, he saw a figure fall from the tree.

On the contrary, some kind of power that he had never felt rose up.

Monsters are the most sensitive to monster power. He had seen the power of Onmyoji in Ukiyo-e Town, and now he came to Tono and opened the door to appreciate fear, but the moment that person pulled out the sword, the raised The power almost changed the momentum of the entire forest.

Countless birds were startled, and the thick white mist swirled away.

In the emptied field, the bird-like figure turned into a blade, and his rising and falling figure blurred instantly, facing the roaring giant monster.

The sharp light of the knife and the cold current were reflected on the eyes of the slippery ghost, he was breathless, and he didn't even realize what happened.

The lifespan of monsters is very long, especially those hundreds of years old are more forgetful, for example, the leader of most groups and his grandfather often forget some things, and then slapped haha ​​to perfunctory.

The weeping cherry blossoms in Nuliang House do not bloom all the year round, but Nuliang Yuba sometimes whispers under the tree that the cherry blossoms are blooming again. It was not until he grew up that Nuliang Rikusheng realized that those old monsters had seen After learning enough things, I don't bother to remember these trivial things.

For example, when I was young, I met the amazing birds and blades.

Few people know that there is a kind of snow-colored velvet grass living in the misty rocks of the far wild mountains. When it blooms, it looks like a thin layer of snow has been accumulated for the mountains and forests before winter. nice.

Now, these velvet weeds were startled by the first cold current of the blade, and as the strong wind blew, they scattered among the dark trees, and were gradually drawn, and gathered on a cold path of the blade.

The blade was filled with killing intent, but also strangely bright.

What kind of knife technique can show the romance of flowers, birds and moon?

The monster's pupils trembled, this knife was unprecedented and unprecedented in his cognition.

This is--

The evil demon's body suddenly became fatigued, and he fell to the ground.

Dark blood dripped down from the corner of the man's clothes and the long knife. The battle ended too quickly, and when he walked towards the slippery ghost, he still had a sharp and bloody aura on his body.

Nuliang Lusheng, who was stunned in place, did not take a half step back, but instead noticed that this person had a pair of plum red vertical pupils, his skin was too fair and too good-looking, the kimono with small sleeves on his body was dark in color, and his fingers were still wet. Holds two brushes.

"You are……"

The young slippery ghost sniffed, the smell was a little familiar to him, in short, he was neither a human nor a monster.

"ghost?"

……

Nuliang Rikusheng suddenly opened his eyes.

The dark forest trees remained unchanged, as if each tree was carved out of a mold, straight and towering, blending into the night.

Slippery Ghost was awakened by the sound of running water, and he sat up immediately, his chest still aching from the shock of the mandrill demon power.

He hissed and touched it casually, and he was more concerned about the sound of water flowing nearby.

The slippery ghost followed the sound and looked over. The mist that was previously dispersed by the knife intent had receded, but it was not so thick anymore, so it could not cover the small flowing water in the large rocks. The water flow accumulated under the trend of the rocks. A small pool.

The ghost, who claimed to be a painter, was sitting by the edge of the pool, holding a small saucer in his hand, turning the faint blue paint in the saucer with his pale knuckles.

"Are you awake?" The painter looked up at him, and a drop of dark blue ink fell into the pool in his hand.

The white mist swimming around suddenly stopped.

Because of the persecution by the demon power and the amazing blade, Nuliang Rikusheng didn't have any accurate consciousness at the time.

In late autumn, the leaves are frosty and cold, and the mountains and forests are frosty and deep. This is a season of many breakups and partings. The sad Tono demon will hum an old song and follow the swaying thoughts to ask Baishuang to dye the autumn chrysanthemums.

But this encounter happened in late autumn.

In the past, there were five long bridges where thousands of swordsmen met the tengu who came from wearing gauze and playing the flute and stepping on the moon. There was also Mr. Guanghua who raised the curtain of the ox cart and met Ji Jun in the spring breeze. The painter's sword and ink are as powerful as a bamboo, and he painted the boundless scenery for him without any hindrance.

How can there be no bright moon in late autumn?

Tohno's evil aura is so strong that the white mist and cumulus clouds really can't make people see this scenery, so when the faint blue ink fell into the pool, a bright moon appeared in the water.

Although the bright moon is round, its light is dim, like a mottled disk.

But this was enough to make Nuliang Lusheng dumbfounded: "What kind of ability is this!?"

There was floating light on the face of the painter. He observed the moon in the water, and answered naturally: "Don't make such a fuss, I'm painting."

The young slippery ghost looked up at the sky stupidly, it was pitch black without even a single star, and then looked down at the pool water, only to see that the ghost really picked up a pen, bent slightly, and then Gently twisted his wrist.

The brilliance of the moon is like a waterfall flowing backwards, rising vertically and pouring out of the pool.

This……

The scene in front of him has completely exceeded Nura Rikusheng's cognition.

He saw the ghost raised his head happily, his eyebrows stretched, as if he had successfully drawn a satisfactory painting.

The young slippery ghost remained silent. He had already been shocked countless times. The light of the moon in the water colored the surrounding white mist, like a river of light flowing upwards. It was obviously softer and thinner than the black giant wood, but it reached the sky straight.

Countless monsters mourning in autumn looked up together.

Tono welcomes the moonlight.