I rely on the vest to be the villain boss

Yuan Yi spoke again, "You came to see Grandpa. But why did you kill me?"

Sword Demon was taken aback, he had an absurd idea, "Do you know who I am?"

Yuanyi's next words verified his conjecture, "Every year, you will come to see Grandpa, and he will give you some special knives. Now he is not here."

Since taking over this job that other ghosts are not willing to take, Sword Ghost has become the only designated trading partner.Every time Feng Huo came into contact with Sword Demon, it was outside this thatched hut similar to a magic workshop. Sword Demon thought that his aura was well concealed, but unexpectedly, Yuan Yuan discovered that they met in private early in the morning... ...It feels weird to say that.

Sword Demon was a little guilty at first, but then he thought again, why should he be guilty?A mere brat who doesn't even deserve to hold a Muramasa knife!Sword Demon puffed up his chest, "Yes, I'm here to kill you."

He didn't hide the malice and killing intent on his body at all, even though he didn't see clearly Yuanyi's previous movement of drawing the knife, and the fire stick could reach his throat again at any time, he didn't have the slightest fear, after all, this No matter how hard a wooden weapon is, it can't really hurt him. "You have neither talent nor perseverance in swords and swords. What qualifications do you have to stay by Mr. Muramasa's side!" The more he said, the more angry he became, and the ghost horns on his head were all gone. Extended a bit, "Even I can only get a glimpse of the light of the sword in the name of Mr. Wu Mi. You can stay by his side every day, but you don't cherish the opportunity!" Can you give the opportunity to someone else? People in need!

In front of the swordsmith who has mastered the knife forging method beyond the times, every day is either climbing trees to dig out bird nests or fishing and roasting sweet potatoes!What a waste of money!Beef chewing peonies!Envy...envy others!

When Yuan heard it, he was at a loss for a moment.Yuan Yi fell into deep thought, Yuan Yi suddenly realized.

"So you wanted to learn from Grandpa." He took two steps back, thinking he understood why Sword Demon did this, "Then you shouldn't come to me, but ask Grandpa yourself. As long as you can ask him face to face Speak up, and he will honor your wishes, whether they agree or deny."

Sword Demon's face was ugly, "If it's that simple to be a teacher, why should I..."

A voice interrupted him, "But at least, if you don't try, you will never start."

Jian Gui and Yuanyi looked at the source of the voice at the same time, Yuanyi's eyes lit up, "Grandpa, you are back."

Feng Huo rubbed his head, "Well, everything is going well. You go back first." He looked at the ghost in front of him, his gaze sank, "The old man still has something to say to him."

Yuan Yi didn't doubt the relationship between him and Sword Demon, nor did he doubt the reason for sending him away, he put all his trust in Feng Huo, and when Feng Huo's words fell, he turned around without hesitation, Go back to the hut.

Leaving Feng Huo and Sword Ghost staring at each other in the snow, Sword Ghost was a little embarrassed, before he could open his mouth, Feng Huo took the lead in saying coldly: "Ghost Wu Tsuji, why did you attack Yuan?"

Sword Demon didn't expect him to see through the previous events in the blink of an eye, and a familiar voice different from his came out from his mouth, that voice was deep and mysterious, "I want to kill someone, do I still need your permission, Qianzi Village just?"

"This time it's just a warning. You've kept me waiting too long. I'm patient, but not that patient."

Intense murderous intent collides in this small world!Yuan Yi, who was sitting upright in the grass hut, opened his eyes suddenly. What he had noticed earlier was this killing intent, but it disappeared completely from the sword ghost afterwards, and he thought it was his illusion.Looking at it now, it was not an illusion at all, he thought that the sword ghost was harmless, because the person who wanted to kill him was not a sword ghost at all.

Grandpa, are you all right?

Feng Huo didn't move, and the snowflakes fell quietly on his shoulders, and the knife hanging around his waist didn't move at all, but if he wanted to, he could pull it out before the next snowflake hit the ground, and cut off the sword ghost's head.

But this is meaningless, because the truly unscrupulous person is hidden in the distance, and obviously the person hiding behind the sword ghost also understands this, so he will never let the main body appear in front of Fenghuo easily.The sword ghost is just a substitute for the dead that he pushed out, just like a sword used to kill people, if he succeeds, he can naturally hit Fenghuo, but if he fails, the only thing that will break is this sword.

After a long time, Feng Huo stretched his hand into his sleeve. The Sword Demon was so oppressed by the powerful aura that it was difficult to even roll his eyes. He could only watch helplessly as the man took out a scroll from his sleeve, thrown in front of him.

The scroll unfolded in the air, and the side with the painting fell into the snowdrift. The picture was clearly reflected in the eyes of the sword ghost and the person controlling his body... a cyan-colored coquettish flower.

Sword Demon felt the ecstasy coming from that person, he picked up the scroll, his blood-red pupils trembled excitedly, "The Cyan Bana Flower!! You really found the clue!? Where, did you find the flower itself! ?”

There was no emotion in Feng Huo's eyes, "I bought it from a painter. He said that he was also copying it and couldn't find the original painting. The old man didn't find any flowers nearby."

As soon as the words fell, a ferocious claw broke out from the back of the sword demon, and grabbed Fenghuo's neck, "Qianzi Muromasa, you understand the price of lying to me, right?"

But Feng Huo stopped his movements with just one glance, and the sharp claws stopped five centimeters in front of his eyeballs. Feng Huo stared at the ghost claws frankly and indifferently, "Work is work. Since the old man never draws a knife to you, then There is no need to hide this from you."

The ghost claw was floating up and down alive, as if its owner was thinking. After a while, Guiwu Tsujiwumi's voice came again, this time it was no longer aggressive and oppressive, but with a sense of intimacy, " said Yes, too. I know you'll be on my side."

The weapons of ghosts are fangs, sharp claws, their terrifying power far beyond human beings, and the special ability of ghosts, blood ghosts.Compared with these instinctive things, the sword is more like an addition, a ceremonial guard, just like those distinguished daimyos, they may not have the chance to draw their swords a few times in their lives, but they all like to use the world's most precious The sharp sword hangs on his body, in order to show his status and power.

Fenghuo has never been able to say what purpose the produced weapon is used for, but this does not prevent him from being unhappy about it.

Onimai Tsuji sighed leisurely.The sword demon controlled by him has already held his breath, and his consciousness has been pushed into the deepest level. At this moment, it is the conversation between Fenghuo and Guiwu Tsuji, "Do you know, Muramasa, I actually envy you."

Fenghuo didn't answer, and Guiwu Tsuji continued on without hesitation, as if the atmosphere suddenly changed from a tense atmosphere to a normal chat, "Even if you die, you can be summoned from the far side. Isn't this just a Immortality?"

Feng Huo frowned slightly, and he lowered his eyes, "Heroic spirits will be affected by rumors, and they will be different from their true self. Some people hate their best friends because of rumors, and some people bear charges that don't belong to them. It's not you Imaginary immortality."

But for his answer, Guiwu Tsuji only held the corner of his lips with a half-smile, as if the distorted self he mentioned was not worth mentioning to him, he said without concealing his envy and admiration: "But as long as you are remembered by history, you will have the opportunity to reappear in the world time and time again, transcending death. Nothing can be exchanged for this." At this point, he changed the topic and his voice slowly lowered Going on, "But I am different from you. If I die, no one will remember me, and there will be no chance of being summoned. I will disappear forever."

"Everyone is like this." Feng Huo said, "Only by accepting death can you accept the present."

Guiwu Tsuji's eyes were cold for a moment, and then he returned to normal. He continued as if nothing had happened: "When I was born, I was treated as a dead baby and almost burned to death. Even if I barely survived, I was always sick and weak Weak, I don’t even have the strength to pick up a pen, and I haven’t even stepped out of the courtyard door.”

They are separated by hundreds of miles, but Feng Huo can imagine what he looks like at this moment. The handsome man's head droops and his eyelids tremble, as if he is still terrified by the memory, "Later, I survived because of a doctor's unfinished medicine, but I have also become like this, I have to feed on human beings, and I have no chance to see the sun again. I tried my best to find it, and then I realized that to overcome this, I must get the blue Bana flower."

After crossing the space, the ghost king smiled at him, "Do me a favor, Muramasa, I don't want to be troubled by the nightmare of death anymore, you have more freedom to move around than my subordinates, you can walk in the sun, So I have great hopes for you. It is rare for you to get a second life, and I support you to continue to pursue your life's wishes, and I don't mind if you continue to pursue it."

"But the premise is that I have to live. If I die, everything about you will disappear, but if I defeat the sun... there will be no one in this world who can stop us from accomplishing anything. " He lowered his voice, full of hints, "You are the strongest knife maker, you should know who is the most suitable to hold the strongest knife."

Regarding Guiwu Tsuji's hard-working performance, Fenghuo waved his hands ruthlessly without any fluctuations in his heart.

"Don't talk so much, the old man promised to help you, and he will fulfill it to the end. The green flower, the old man will continue to look for it." He took a step forward, and the ghost claw subconsciously took a step back, "Now, Can you go back? Don't disturb the old man's work."

Now that he got his promise again, although Guiwu Tsuji was not happy, he still couldn't wait to get out of the way—no matter how pretending it was, he basically hated the person who blocked the fire so much that he was annoying when he saw his face , but he can bear it for a while until he finds what he wants.

But... that kid, what's going on?At the second of the fight, he actually felt the long-lost heart palpitations in that child.

What did Qianzi Muramasa teach him?

Feng Huo: Thank you for the invitation, I taught him how to play with mud. It is purely self-taught.

Sword Demon also belatedly recalled his oppressed and chaotic consciousness. He glanced complicatedly at Fenghuo who was still standing there, bowed deeply to him, left a word of sorry, turned around and disappeared in the In the snow.

Seal the fire and lift the straw curtain hung in front of the door to keep warm, and walk into the room. The tandoor is burning charcoal continuously, which keeps this simple thatched cottage at a relatively comfortable temperature.

Yuan Yi was sitting on the edge of the clay stove, the wind came in a little with the action of sealing the fire, Yuan Yi looked over with calm eyes, "Grandpa, is there any trouble?"

Feng Huo doesn't know how much Yuan Yi, who has keen senses, has heard it, but he doesn't care about it. It's something that Yuan Yi will answer if he asks, "He is urging the old man to finish the matter of the old man's employer quickly. With you It doesn't matter."

Yuan Yi was silent for a moment, and asked the question that was pressing in his heart without hesitation, "Is he, and Sword Demon, both ghosts?"

Feng Huo raised his eyebrows, "It seems that the ghost killing team has told you a lot of things... well, it saved a lot of trouble. As you guessed, they are ghosts, and this old man is working with ghosts."

The cold wind roared heartily outside the window. Inside the window, young men of similar height sat silently facing each other. The young man picked up the cup on the clay stove and took a sip of the hot tea in it, "Yuanyi, if everyone comes to the world They are all accompanied by a kind of responsibility, or destiny. Then, the fate that this old man bears when he comes this time is to forge a knife that can cut off even invisible things. Fate, fate...even sin, everything It can be cut off with a single knife. Ha, the old man understands that this is difficult to understand..."

"I can understand." The black-haired boy interrupted him very rarely, and the deep red eyes were burning quietly. He was stunned when he saw Fenghuo, thinking he didn't hear clearly, so he repeated, "I I can understand. I also believe in the existence of such a knife, and I believe that you will succeed one day."

"So... I want to be the one holding that knife." His tone was calm, and every word was articulated clearly, making one feel his firmness rather than impulsiveness, "Let me swing that knife, Cut off the crime."

On the young face of the red-haired young man, the most out of place is the pair of eyes written with vicissitudes and wind and frost. At this time, his calm eyes also become complicated, "...Yuan Yi, this is not an easy road. The way." He understood that since Yuan Yi could say it, he had already considered it, but he still couldn't help but remind him.

Yuanyi's answer was that he saluted him, which was a gift of gratitude and a farewell ceremony.After the ceremony, he raised his face, his eyes bright and energetic.

"I want to join the Ghost Killing Squad, Grandpa."

The strongest knife should not be held in the hands of such a person.But now he is still too weak, far from being worthy of the knife that cuts everything.

He has to, to become stronger.

The author says:

Wu Mi: You don’t even want to call me Master

Wu Mi: The two of us together, designated Quack to kill randomly (I will let you kill yourself when I am invincible)

Yuan Yi: (holds up the fire stick) Who wants to quack?

This time Yuanyi didn't lose everything and embarked on the road of killing ghosts, but to protect everything about him.

This world shouldn't be too long, it's a real break, both for Fenghuo and me (?)

感谢在2022-03-2320:45:02~2022-03-2420:54:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: BB, Baiyeli, and Xiaotang;

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