Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 627 A fulfilled wish
Two swordsmen once dueled by the Pale River where the Spider Ships traveled.One of them held a bone sword and the other a bamboo sword.The Queen's Executioners were ordered to take the Traveler's head, so they performed their highest feats on each other.The executioner, dripping with undead blood, swung the blade of death like a wild dance, while the bamboo pole in the traveler's hand hadn't picked the green leaves yet.He waited and watched the arc that smiled ferociously like a crescent moon.

A duel like no other in the world.Given that the identities of the two swordsmen are so unique, it can be said that this is a duel that will never be repeated.Although it was impossible for any interested spectator to be there alive at the moment it happened.But running water doesn't miss a thing.Even the water marveled at the battle as their figures were reflected in the pearly waves of the pale river.So the reflection is preserved forever, and whenever a suitable guest arrives, the river will show this wonderful performance to show its welcome.

Look at what happened here.Whitebeard Master Trainer said.Ah, one of those rare battles in the world, and only one man can decide whether it happens—but it happened anyway.I think the pain of losing a child is really unbearable.Behold, here the forces of destruction collide with the forces of continuation, though each has sent but one representative.As someone closely associated with both sides, you can presumably also recognize their origins.Is this not surprising? Behold, the first chosen race of the shadows, the last of the pure blood of the race.I guess he's responsible for the gnawing mist and water scars.You think about his windy steps and ghostly skills.His deadly curse on the blade.But in my opinion, his opponent is more respectable.

The master stepped onto the surface of the pale river.His bare, thin feet, covered in black mosaics, were quickly submerged in waves of churning pearl bubbles.But instead of sinking further, he stayed on the surface, examining certain details with interest.The river leading to the sea of ​​nightmares welcomes him, so kind and gentle, like a mother welcoming a wanderer who has not returned for many years.He went on to say:

It was enough to make the girls of the woods furious that a foreigner should be able to gain a foothold here.They are not generous in this regard, after all, the lesson is on the throne.How did the traveler drive back the executioner, and go to stop the most insane tyrant?A hero's journey.A journey of salvation.I have seen similar stories in many places.But such a hero is still valuable.How young he is, and how humble and restrained he is at the same time!Except for the decisive blow, he did not boast of his actions, which is a rare quality in the greatest of men.He was almost perfect, not bad at all, and those who saw this scene must understand why he was chosen, even though his background was not so suitable.

The master praised the figure of the unsung hero.He couldn't say more detailed evaluation.Above the running water, the hangman's playful, thin braids of beard are clearly visible, while the traveler's face is blurred.Viewers can know what kind of facial features and demeanor he has, but the impression is completely fragmented, unable to form any whole, just like a few broken stones scattered on the Gobi.People saw his face and immediately forgot about it.A young-looking male, and they couldn't really tell otherwise.For those who inhabit this land, however, the grotesque is the norm.Instead of being alarmed or surprised, they treated him with great caution, trying to figure out by all sorts of nonchalant ways which girl he was sending for and what he was doing for her.This kind of person will live shortly, and people will whisper in places where insects, snakes, birds, and livestock cannot hear.

When the river was calm again, the Whitebeard Master Trainer returned to the shore and joined his companions.They had come here by a short cut, and it didn't take much time.But they can't stay too long, lest the guardians become suspicious.

How do you feel about this fight?asked the white beard trainer.Have you seen this young man use his original martial arts elsewhere?That seems unlikely.Once he had completed his final task, the craft was of no use to him.He must discard all violence and aggression, and maintain that eternal tranquility, so that he can fulfill his destined great responsibility.But is that really the right way?No, there is no rush to answer this question.You should pay attention to the other side first.Pay more attention to the older swordsman.You won't necessarily meet him, but if you have another opponent blessed with shadows, you'll know how sneaky they can be.Are you sure?To defeat such an opponent?
The master looked at his fellow travelers jokingly.His eyes full of love and wisdom reflected bright and vivid red veils like fire.When the fog on the river closed quietly, the orphan of the mountain man nodded coldly to him.

Ah, Whitebeard Master Trainer looked at him and said, you are as proud as your mother's sister, and I think you will be as good at dealing with desperate situations as she is.

That might be a veiled warning.Because, as they both knew, what the Whitebeard trainer was talking about was a failed attempt.It would be inappropriate to take this example as a compliment, at least in the land where he was taught, the mountain people would judge it quite the opposite.But it doesn't matter now, they are far away from that land.In the land of nightmares, all rules are temporarily thrown out the window.This is a dangerous game, but also full of freedom and fun.On the cobweb-like densely criss-crossed channels of the pale river, they cruised back and forth.Not just to watch past memories of the unsung hero's final adventure, the uncanny expedition itself brings secret solace.

She's done that too, said the Whitebeard master trainer.In fact, I guess they both probably did.A pair of wonderful twins are always entangled in fate, even after the death of one of them.

That could be a lie.There is no single rule that guarantees that the Whitebeard Master Trainer will never lie.He can pretend that he knows the sisters well, so he can gain the attention and trust of the people in the mountains.That, too, could be looking for excuses and support for these forbidden secret trips.When the Horror's requiem came from behind the river fog, they floated silently over the heads of the gondolier in the Spider-ship.Obscure bodies formed in the mist, and some remnants of nameless spirits wandered around them, whispering to them with dreamy voices: Even numbers?Odd number?even number?Odd number?

The boatmen occasionally heard such a sound.They pretended they hadn't heard, because what the nameless spirits asked was the number of them all, and no matter whether they answered odd or even numbers, they would be dragged by the hands of the mist into the bottomless pale river.However, in this country, they are considered particularly easy to deal with.The boatmen just need to be blind and deaf.

The white beard master trainer did not forget to tell him this trick.Always follow this simple principle, the old man stood in the mist and said, as your hometown insists, when the answer comes to you, you just need to "close your eyes and ignore it".How difficult is this? "Inaction" is exactly the path you have chosen.No matter how many times, you can always achieve this wish exactly.

The old man's voice was so quiet.A sincere and uninspired suggestion.So he looked at the face that was pressed against his eyes.A fuzzy face made of white mist and sorrow.

"Even numbers," he said.

The hands of the mist stretched out one after another, dragging him into the depths of the river full of nightmares.

(End of this chapter)