The next morning, Xu Qingmu got up early. He remembered that before Lin Zhenbei fell asleep, he asked Xu Qingmu to take good care of the four-armed monkey monster. It was called the "Little Four" monkey monster. After Lin Zhenbei fell asleep, he Somewhat depressed. After discussing with Grandpa Huang Xi last night, the old man said disgusting words, saying that an ancient relic should have disappeared into the world long ago. But he still took out one or two crystal clear ones in his hand. Feed the demon pill to the monkey.
The old man said frankly that this monkey is a ray of soul of the Eight-Armed Monkey, and it is divided into two parts. Only by finding the other part can it give birth to eight arms and increase its strength.
Of course, Xu Qingmu would not let go of free labor.
That Lingqu once said frankly that he would take the initiative to help find the clone of another monkey demon. Early in the morning, Xu Qingmu knocked on the door of Lingqu. The look of unwillingness.
"As promised in advance, I will only wait for you in Die Qi's cave for three days. If you don't find it after three days, don't blame me for turning against you."
Lingqu was even more aggrieved. When did you, Xu Qingmu, recognize anyone?
He cursed in his heart, but Lingqu still accepted it. Xu Qingmu's sword was firmly remembered in his heart.
Huang Xi also got up early. This old man, who didn't know how old he was, always had a feeling that was very familiar to Xu Qingmu, but he couldn't put it in words, which was very strange.
"I used to be young and energetic, and I always felt that spring in the world was good, and I, Huang Xi, could be seen wielding my sword. But now that I'm old, I realize that peace in the world is my greatest wish. What do you think, kid?"
Xu Qingmu looked at Lingqu who had already gone out, turned to the old man and said:
"Say what you want directly, why are you trying to be sensational?"
"Hehehehe... you still understand me. I heard Die Qi say that the two swords you got can be combined to create sword souls?"
Sadness and longing for separation.
When Lingqu occupied Lin Zhenbei's body, Xu Qingmu asked for the Chouli sword he had given away, and the Sibie sword he got from Qiu Long, which he kept close at hand. However, Xu Qingmu was a little confused. ,Why is this old man interested in this long sword?
Although he had doubts, Xu Qingmu still took out his sword. When he saw the two swords, the old man's clear eyes became even brighter.
"Sure enough it is!"
The old man's eyes were full of guilt, as if seeing an old thing he had cherished for a long time, which made Xu Qingmu even more confused. Could it be that the old man knew these two swords?
"Do you know who made these two swords?"
As he continued to fumble with the sword, there was warmth flowing in the old man's eyes.
"You wouldn't say that you forged this sword, would you?" Xu Qingmu already boldly guessed, although he was a little shocked.
Fortunately, the old man shook his head gently.
"I'm just saying, how could it be..."
"It was my apprentice who forged them."
The old man's understatement shocked Xu Qingmu beyond measure. The old man's apprentice?
"Back then, my idiot apprentice didn't eat or drink for more than a thousand years, and worked day and night to forge these two swords, just to give these two swords to me and his wife as birthday gifts. Originally, the two swords were not called Chou Li and Si. They were named 'Longevity' and 'Wujiang', but it was only later..."
The old man's eyes flashed brightly, and Xu Qingmu was not sure if they were tears.
"Later, that silly disciple insisted on participating in the battle of the gods to seize that ethereal opportunity for me. Alas, silly boy, what's the use of that opportunity to me? Until I heard that crazy
After hearing the news that my son died in battle, I renamed these two swords. I am worried about leaving, and I miss leaving..."
In the end, Xu Qingmu was sure that those crystal tears were indeed tears.
The old man also noticed the embarrassment and looked at Xu Qingmu with some embarrassment:
"I am getting old. I am a tree with old roots and many old words. I am annoying."
Xu Qingmu handed the two swords to the old man:
"In the past, in Funiu Town, my favorite thing was to sit next to the old storyteller at the head of the village, and listen to Old Man Liu talking about monsters and ghosts from all over the world. Although everyone knows that Old Man Liu never spoke out until he died.
After passing Funiu Town, it was even less likely that I would encounter those strange things, but I believed in my heart that Old Man Liu was not talking nonsense. It was not until Old Man Liu died of illness in the night that I discovered that the reason why I was willing to stay in front of that old man was not
I was really attracted by the story, but because we are both lonely, we seem to have some resonance, or we can say that we are connected by destiny and cherish each other."
The old man looked at Xu Qingmu with some confusion, why are you talking about this?
"Sit aside and leave some room for me." Xu Qingmu squatted on the steps that were not wide, squeezed the old man with his butt, and then said:
"I don't know why, the first time I saw you, I felt a kind of trust from my soul. That's why I handed the Soul-Leaving Grass to you without hesitation, and that's why I told you about Lin Zhenbei.
Only then will I tell you my true feelings without reservation."
Okay, this kid is considered a relative.
"I'll also call you 'Grandpa Xi'. I don't understand much about what you said about your apprentice, but if your apprentice is still alive, I think he will fight for you again on the battlefield of the gods. In fact, being an apprentice
Yes, it’s often an afterthought. If it happens again, I will definitely not let the old beggar drink that fourth bowl of wine. I didn’t know at that time that the fifth bowl left behind would be gone forever.
mean."
"It seems that the boy also has a story?"
"Yes, there are many." Xu Qingmu wanted to turn over his hands and take out some wine, but finally held back: "Cao Dan, Wang Ziyi, the old beggar, the dilemma of loyalty and filial piety in Burial Book Mountain, the infatuation of the female ghost in red, etc.
It's all brewing here, and a lot of truths have been brewed, some of which are right, and some of which are wrong. But in the end, no matter whether it is right or wrong, it seems to become very meaningful. When I read it out from time to time, there is always some sweetness, bitterness, and taste.
"
The old man was silent. The boy in front of him actually had a different side.
"Grandpa Xi, do you think the bitterness you experienced before will turn into sweetness in the future? Just like rice, it will eventually become nutrition?"
The old man thought carefully:
"Maybe it turned into shit."
Xu Qingmu rolled his eyes and still agreed tacitly.
An old man and a young man shared their secrets in the early morning before the sun came out, like a homeless man who had not returned home for a long time and finally found the light of the star at home.
Die Qi, who has also risen in the distance, has a smile on her lips.
It wasn't until someone called out the news about breakfast that Huang Xi and Xu Qingmu, who looked very much like their grandfather and grandson, came down to the dining hall together. During this period, the old man patted his chest and assured that the two swords would definitely be able to fuse together to form the sword soul.
Xu Qingmu was more worried about whether the elixir could really work.
After noon, a big demon came to report, and Lao Nong, who almost never showed his face, led a group of demons to surround the entrance of the cave.
"Why, boy, did you get into trouble with that old man?"
Xu Qingmu said lightly: "Kill his son."
Huang Xi stared at Xu Qingmu and suddenly patted the young man on the shoulder:
"Good boy, good kill! Let's go, grandpa will stand up for you. They lost against the little ones, old vs. old. Look, grandpa is trying to win a round for you!"
Xu Qingmu just wanted to reach out to stop him, but the old Huang Xi had already stepped out of the cave entrance. In desperation, Xu Qingmu had to follow to avoid an accident.
"Old man, are you that old bastard? Get out of here quickly, lest I take action and kill you without leaving any trace of you!"
Huang Xi took the lead and was full of momentum. However, when he spoke, his two teeth that leaked out of the air were a bit distracting.
The old man outside the cave had murderous intent on his face. He didn't even look at Huang Xi, but stared at Xu Qingmu with sharp eyes, filled with endless hatred:
"You were the one who killed my son?"
Before Xu Qingmu could speak, Huang Xi started talking again:
"Are you too old to hear hard? Beasts are beasts, and they still look so ugly! Come on, come on, your Grandpa Huang Xi is here. Let me see how you can hurt my grandson's hair!" After that, he
Roll up your sleeves and step forward to fight.
Qiu Qing next to her looked confused:
"Son, when did I become your grandfather?"
"You're just yelling, I'm young, so I won't suffer any disadvantage."
During the conversation, the old man really wanted to roll up his sleeves and rush out, but fortunately Die Qi quickly stopped him:
"Grandpa Xi, what are you talking about!"
The careless old man, who seemed to have absolute majesty, immediately became a little timid. He chuckled and stepped back, scratching his head and smiling.
Xu Qingmu walked forward and looked at Lao Nian:
"Your son is seeking his own death. How can you blame me? I already gave him a chance, but it's a pity that I didn't cherish it."
Then, the conversation changed and he became a little serious:
"Now I also give you a chance to kowtow, admit your mistake, and leave. I can guarantee that you will not die."
"Great! What a great grandson! He is very domineering and has the same demeanor as my grandpa back then!"
Huang Xi clenched his fists and cheered beside him, but his movements were stiff, almost the same as the four-armed monkey monster.
"You have the guts to step out of this formation."
Lao Ao could hold his composure. After all, after living in the Lihuo Realm for so many years, he still had a little bit of the power in his mind. He knew that the formation in front of him could not be broken by himself, but as long as the young man except the formation, Lao Ao was confident
It's perfect and can definitely kill with one hit.
"Sir, don't be fooled!"
"Yes, Master, if you want me to go out, at least relying on the big formation, there is no danger to my life. You know, Lao Nong's strength is only this and the existence of the Great Demon King!"
"It's okay. It's just a killing. I don't even have to use my hands."
Huang Xi bared his teeth, and his bragging skills were actually better than his own.
"What, you don't believe it? Grandpa Xi, how about a bet? If I don't take action, I will kill that old man. In the future, you can follow me and leave this Lihuo Realm together. If I lose, all the money I have on me will be lost."
How about I give you all the elixirs and herbs?"
The old man gritted his teeth and thought for a while, then stamped his feet:
"Okay! I promise you!"
Then, under everyone's worried eyes, the young man, who was seriously clasping his hands behind his back, stepped out of the magic circle and stood in front of Lao Nong like he was strolling in a court.
Then, there were demonic winds all around Lao Nong.
From the beginning to the end, young Xu Qingmu looked calm and did not take action.
"Boy, give me back my son's life!"
But Xu Qingmu raised his head and looked into the distance, his face still calm and calm. Then, looking at Lao Nong who was fighting in front of him, the young man whispered softly:
"Sword - come -!"
Until a bigger blind sword fell from the sky, Huang Xi in the magic circle jumped even more gnashing his teeth: