"General, the heads of more than thirty soldiers rolled down the mountain!" a small soldier shouted quickly.
"Ah?" General Ma was a little scared. He held his mace tightly and said, "I know, next time... next time..." He retorted again, then hurriedly pointed to the outside of the tent and shouted: "Come here! Someone is intruding.
Entering the camp!"
The soldiers immediately became alert and pointed their spears at Ni Hao outside, "Stab him to death!" Ni Hao's blood-red eyes flashed again, and he walked over leisurely. The ruthless spears hit him twice at a time.
It pierced Nihao's body several times, almost turning him into a hedgehog.
Everyone was stunned. The person in front of them seemed to be a creature made of blood. "Monster!" Someone yelled. The soldiers panicked. Some were running away, some were committing suicide, and some were frightened.
Can't run.
"You bastard!" General Ma became extremely frightened and became angry. He picked up his mace and hit Nihao's shoulder hard. "Bang!" Nihao roared in pain. This roar didn't matter, but he could hear the devil's voice.
Shout!
General Ma was once again frightened, his hand shook as if he was about to break away from his master, and his mace fell to the ground. Nihao rushed over and kicked General Ma, who was kicked to death.
Ni Hao staggered out of the tent, with countless spears stuck in his body. He wanted to cry bitterly, but he didn't even have tears anymore, they were all drained. Gradually, the blood-red pupils disappeared.
,Ni Hao also fainted...
After an unknown amount of time, Ni Hao opened his eyes. The pain in his body was gone at all, and the spear inserted into his body disappeared. However, Ni Hao did not remember what happened at all. He only remembered that he was kneeling there crying.
, then what? Nihao looked confused and was sitting on the stone thinking.
"Gu~" Ni Hao hadn't eaten anything seriously in three days, and he was so hungry that he was dizzy. Suddenly he saw an old man walking towards him carrying a basket.
"Are you awake?" the old man asked kindly.
"Who are you?" Ni Hao asked.
"Forget it for now, eat quickly, I just picked some fruits from the tree." The old man smiled and sat next to Nihao.
Ni Hao didn't bother to ask. When he saw the food he had been dreaming of in the basket, his eyes lit up. The feeling of being hungry was not pleasant. He didn't care about the old man's eyes, and wolfed it down in an unsatisfactory manner. He would probably be hungry for two more days.
In minutes, he even threw away the seeds, absolutely clean! After eating and drinking, he patted his belly with satisfaction and burped, it was fruity.
"How can you, young man, eat all the fruits in the basket?" the old man said with a joking smile.
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"It's really rude. I haven't eaten anything normal for three days. I will definitely not forget the old man's great kindness." Ni Hao handed over his hand to edit, then asked again: "May I ask the old man his honorable name?"
"After so many years, I have long forgotten my name. They all say that I look like an old Confucian scholar, and they all call me Lao Confucian. Hahaha, just call me this name. I like it very much."
Ni Hao thought for a moment: "Why doesn't this old gentleman want to give his real name? Is it possible that he is cheating?"
"No... no... fraud!" Old Confucian said softly next to Ni Hao's ear.
Ni Hao was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat and hurriedly apologized. "Ah, no need, no need. Young man, get out quickly. Your lord has no news from you now. He is very anxious!"
"You...how did you know? Could it be that you are an undercover agent?" Ni Hao punched him again in a hurry. The old scholar showed no fear and blocked Ni Hao's fist with a light palm.
Unable to move!
"Boy, don't repay kindness with hatred!" the old Confucian said with a smile.
"Then why are you not a spy? How do you know so much?"
"Hey, your attitude towards me has changed so much so quickly. It's a shame that I saved you..."
Nihao thought to himself: "It's just that you gave me some fruits. I can find them myself."
The old scholar smiled softly again and said: "You were seriously injured at that time. You were covered with spears, but it was strange. It was like a scratch, not too deep at all. Later I studied it..."
Ni Hao was so frightened that he hurriedly apologized, "You must be an old god, otherwise how could you know so much, even everything I think?"
"Hahahahahahaha, I am an old immortal, and you are an old immortal. Aren't the old immortals in the sky just popular?" The old Confucian laughed wildly. Then he replied: "I don't know what you are thinking, but I can sense it from your face.
analyze."
"I admire you, Ni, but the spear you mentioned just now..."
"Oh, by the way, I did some research on you and found that you, kid, actually have feelings for the blood moon. Your pupils are also blood red. This is related to your bloodline."
"My pupils... turned red?"
"Well, yes, you may have been over-excited and the vitality in your body exploded, bringing out your fighting nature. But how can fighting be in human nature?"
"Don't talk about it now. I really have to leave. I'm sorry." Ni Hao turned around and left.
"You are really rude. No wonder you always hit the mark.
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count."
"What does this have to do with falling into a trap?" Ni Hao asked.
"Look, I'm angry again." The old scholar laughed heartily.
"You are so... ugh!" Ni Hao sat on the stone sulking alone.
"Let me tell you, my family has a sword handed down from ancient times. It was a sword that was used by Emperor Tai Zheng to conquer the world. It was given to our family as a reward. It is still extremely sharp today. How can you do it with your bare hands and no weapons?" said the old Confucian.
When Ni Hao heard this, his heart moved: "Old sir, old sir, I didn't mean to offend you. Please forgive me."
"Hahahaha, are you asking me to forgive you or to count your sins? I can't count them... Come on, I'll take you to my house."
Nihao and his entourage came to the thatched cottage and sat down in a dilapidated and dirty thatched house. Nihao observed and found that the old scholar was very poor. His clothes were filled with pudding and he was wearing a pair of torn trousers.
Straw sandals, sparse white hair, and a tattered straw hat. His thatched house was empty. There was a torn pillow on a smelly and dirty blanket and a whole cabinet of books with pages missing. Next to the blanket were
There was a wooden table with several holes in it. There was a bowl with several broken holes on it, two plates covered with debris and a pair of short and thin chopsticks. On the right side of the wooden table was a wooden wooden table.
The rotten cabinet. The entire thatched house was so silent every day. What fascinated him was the polished wooden box with the big golden characters on it. Ni Hao took a closer look and wrote:
"In the first year of Taizheng, I gave Zhonglang Yuan."
Ni Hao thought to himself: "Could the old man's surname be Zhong?" At this time, the old Confucian came over and asked, "How about I let you see if this sword is still sharp?"
Ni Hao said excitedly: "I've been waiting for this moment, come on!"
The old scholar gently opened the cover engraved with golden characters. Ni Hao looked at the sword. The mirror-like blade was filled with cold air, and a little cold light condensed in the middle of the high burning blade on the blade, which seemed to be flowing continuously.
Adding to the sharp coolness, there is a red thread hanging under the handle, as if it was dyed red with the blood of the enemy on the battlefield. Over the years, except Emperor Taizheng, no one agrees with him, and no one will.
Use it. Because of this, it is sealed forever. As Emperor Tai Zheng said, the reason why this sword does not show its benefits is to wait for its owner. Once the opportunity comes, it can break through the wall and destroy everyone in the world.
Avoid its edge.
Ni Hao was very excited and was about to pick up the sword and prepare to try it, but was stopped by the old Confucian, "You must agree to one condition before you can use it."
I don’t know what condition the old Confucian proposed? Let’s listen to the explanation next time.