chewing dragon

Chapter 152
After a while, a purse that looked shriveled appeared in Qi Jingzhi's palm.

He glanced at the purse that seemed to contain nothing, and his tone was much more solemn than when he took out the Zangfeng method before: "This is a gift from an old friend of mine. He is a direct descendant of the Jiao family in Chaozhou. He is a military lord in charge of the army, if you wish..."

In fact, Qi Jingzhi was just a temporary idea, partly because of Lao Wei's face, not wanting the Jiuzhen Wei family he had worked so hard for all his life to decline, partly because of pity for Wei Bao in front of him, not wanting him to go to the East China Sea Golden Knife Wei the old way.

Hearing this, Wei Bao's expression of gratitude grew stronger, but he shook his head without hesitation: "To tell you the truth, I was able to be a postman, and I was listed in the army book, half of which was because I dared to fight. Dare to fight, and the other half is relying on uncle's face. I have also tried the martial arts in the army, and my fighting skills have improved a lot in the past few years, but here... there is no movement at all."

He punched himself hard on the chest, and on his face was the frustration of not being able to practice in the past, but more of the excitement that was about to change his destiny: "It's not just me, but all the children of the whole family who have achieved something, uncle or more At least I have taken care of him, it's really... really..."

Qi Jingzhi was silent when he heard the words, only felt that the old Wei was far more generous than he thought, but the Jiuzhen Wei family was really unlucky, it seemed that all the luck of the family had been exhausted on Old Wei.

"I just hope that if Old Wei knows something about it, don't blame me for making claims."

Qi Jingzhi sighed in his heart, knowing that he was a bit reckless when he thought about it for a while, but the red gold sword had already fallen into the eyes of Wei Bao and Ge Shu Dashi, unless they were silenced immediately, otherwise he would return to Liaozhou. It is impossible to hide the matter of the knife.

Geshu Dashi may not care, but Wei Bao will inevitably have something on his mind, whether he tries to get it by himself, rushes back and mobilizes the people of the Jiuzhen Wei family to ask for it, or secretly colludes with outsiders to seek it. It will inevitably leak out.

Instead of causing unnecessary troubles and letting the Chijindao fall into the hands of someone who doesn't know his character, it's better to tell Wei Bao directly and let him choose whether he wants to be the next Jindaowei.

Thinking of this, Qi Jingzhi suddenly felt that he was able to meet Wei Bao in the vast hills and wilderness outside Jiuzhen County, and he just happened to let him see the Chijin Saber, and then he slew demons side by side. Inter-meeting.

At this moment, he inevitably had a deeper understanding of what Deng Fuqing said at the time, "a fate that was separated by thousands of miles and met by chance". Although he didn't fully believe it, he was still willing to follow his own heart.

At this moment, Ge Shu Dashi, who was not far behind the two of them, suddenly laughed, and his voice was full of excitement: "Hiding the sword, swallowing the boat, so that's what it means!"

Qi Jingzhi and Wei Bao turned their heads when they heard the sound, and saw that he was holding the black knife in front of his chest with both hands, a pair of eyes were like wicks, ignited with raging flames, and his eyebrows and hair were reflected in green: "So my brother Shu's body with purple beard and blue eyes is the best scabbard in the world!"

Geshu Dashi stared at the black knife in front of him, and said word by word: "I don't care what you were called before, from now on your surname is Geshu! As for the name, if you can swallow me, it will be called So what's the matter with Geshu Dashi!"

After all, the purple-bearded and blue-eyed youth unexpectedly raised his saber and cut his eyebrows fiercely, and a lot of blood gushed out from the wound immediately.

The fresh blood with a hint of green in the deep red dripped down the tip of the knife, and flowed all over the blade in an instant.

The next moment, the black knife suddenly shook, and suddenly collapsed, turning into a cloud of mournful black air, and gathered into the shape of a dark sword ghost.

This knife ghost is quite different from the previous ones, like smoke and mist, like nothing but reality, covered with a thin layer of blue halo, floating lightly in mid-air, but equally ugly and ferocious, dancing and roaring: "Geshu Dashi! Geshu Dashi!"

Seeing this, Ge Shu Dashi grinned, raised his hand and wiped it on his forehead, the palm of his palm was covered with blood from the center of his brow, and there was also a blue gleam.

He stretched out his hand, grabbed the sword ghost tightly, and yelled loudly: "From now on, you are the sword in my heart, and I am the sheath on your body! See if it is I who made you into a magic weapon in my palm, It was you who turned me into an evil ghost in a knife!"

As he said that, Ge Shu Dashi pulled the sword ghost in front of him, and immediately stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation.

Not only did the sword ghost have no intention of resisting, but instead rushed into Geshu Dashi's mouth, and disappeared after a while.

At the same time, Geshu Dashi's clothes suddenly burst into countless small cuts. When you look closely, it's not just the clothes, but his whole body's skin is cracking, as if being cut by thousands of sharp knives at the same time. The dense wounds suddenly appeared, and beautiful blood oozed out of them, making him instantly a blood man.

Ge Shu Dashi's face suddenly turned pale, even the green fire in his eyes weakened by half, and he quickly retracted his eyes.

His body shook violently a few times, and he staggered seven or eight steps in the sea water, but he still stood firm after all, and did not just fall down.

The next moment, I saw this young man with purple beard and blue eyes slowly turn around and smile at the other two, with a twisted and ferocious smile in his heartfelt joy.

Not far away, Qi Jingzhi and Wei Bao had already stood up in astonishment.

"Hide the heart of the sword, swallow the belly of the boat?" Qi Jingzhi said it silently, only to feel that the vastness of the world and the uniqueness of the road are really amazing.

Originally, he thought that although the gist of Zangfeng method was only a few lines, the meaning was very clear, and it would definitely not make people read ambiguously.

However, after Ge Shu Dashi watched it, he realized that the truth was completely different, and the title given to Hei Dao was really too weird. Incorporating the black knife into it, thus completely subduing the refinement, can be called deviant and shocking.

However, feeling the sharp aura emanating from Geshu Dashi, Qi Jingzhi had to admit that the other party had indeed successfully concealed the edge, and used an extremely superficial method to hold a magic blade that had been sealed in the stone coffin at the bottom of the hill for many years. The ghost soldier was put into the scabbard, and the scabbard was Geshu Dashi himself.

The risk is extremely high, and if you make a mistake, you will die miserably, but the rewards after success are also extremely rich.

In Qi Jingzhi's induction, this peer in front of him who had no cultivation level a moment ago, after taking the risk of swallowing the boat with a knife, has successfully condensed his heart, opened his spiritual aperture, and used it Ge Shudao's desolate saber aura feeds on him, and he has also gone very far at the level of Fanxia. Even if the majestic mentality of holding a sword to fight ghosts appears in the next moment, Qi Jingzhi will never be half surprised.

In comparison, the black-clothed demon monk who chanted sutras but suffered backlash was nothing worth mentioning. Not only was his bloodline and aptitude far inferior to Geshu Dashi's, but his temperament and aspirations were also worlds apart.

As for the ghost knife that has been surnamed Geshu and can even disperse into Qi, compared to the congenital natal weapon refined by Mu Yingxian's mouth based on the spirit of the companion tool, it may be called the acquired natal weapon?

"It's just that this Houtian natal weapon always wants to take the sword master and replace it, and make the so-called Geshu Dashi by myself."

Qi Jingzhi couldn't help feeling emotional, whether it was Wei Bao or Ge Shu Dashi, they were all ruthless characters who would risk their lives in order to gain power, and it was Qi Jingzhi himself who also got a volume of mutilated books with unclear origins. Sutra, even if you don't know anything about many key points of practice, you practice without hesitation?
Originally born in a humble background, if she wanted to transcend the world, would it be worthless?
Thinking of this, Qi Jingzhi looked up at the sky, but after a long time, he could only see the clear blue sky, white moon and clear wind, and there was no sign of spiritual energy surging.

Qi Jingzhi looked at Geshu Dashi again, saw that his eyes were like sapphires, and his eyes were clear, and he didn't look like he had been robbed by God without a sound. The edge of the knife turned around: "Could it be that it was a mistake, using this extremely rough method to balance the internal and external spiritual pressure in a very short period of time?"

Seeing his strange behavior, Geshu Dashi looked up to the sky suspiciously, then lowered his head to examine himself, but found nothing unusual, immediately looked away, and walked slowly in front of the two of them.

He leaned against his green bull weakly, but stared straight at the carcass that had been stripped of the scales on its back, his throat moved, and then his stomach growled.

Qi Jingzhi and Wei Bao were stunned, and the sense of hunger that had been ignored before rushed out. They looked at each other, and then lowered their heads at the same time, staring at the blue-scaled manatee carcass, with strange lights in their eyes. .

After a long time, the black-and-white tiger-striped beast and the green-skinned green cow joined forces, and dragged the remains of the blue-scaled manatee into a fishing village not far from the shore by relying on a beige belt.

Because of the rampage of the blue-faced sword ghost before and the horrifying noises from the sea, except for a few families who were slaughtered and devoured on the edge of the village, every house in this small village was closed and locked, and it was dark and dead.

The three of them knocked on the courtyard doors of several families one after another, and finally woke up the village from the fear, and then there were wailing and mourning everywhere, and they became a mess.

Under such circumstances, it was Wei Bao, the most inconspicuous of the three, who stood up, barely appeased the villagers with his red robe and leather armor and his identity as a child of the Wei family, and then led a group of young men to light a torch. Go to the beach to collect the remains of the murdered.

The rest of the people stayed far away from the black and white tiger-striped beasts and the sharp-toothed blue bulls, and gathered in the open space of the village. Under the instructions of the village elder, they lit a bonfire, set up a pot to boil water, and prepared to eat.

After Qi Jingzhi and Ge Shu Dashi drove the two strange beasts to a farther place, several villagers stepped forward tremblingly, first tested the poison with cats and dogs in the village, and then cut up the blue-scaled manatee with few internal organs. The bones were cut into eight pieces, and the rest were thrown into the boiling cauldron, except for the two beasts who would not eat vegetarian at first sight.

The huge bull's head with one horn missing and a large piece of scalp was cut off separately and placed on a wooden table covered with a white cloth and an incense burner.

Afterwards, when Wei Bao came back with the sad-faced and heavy-footed young adults, hundreds of villagers under the leadership of the village elders worshiped the souls of the dead, and there was already a strange feeling of flesh in this small fishing village. fragrant.

The fragrant beef was quickly served in front of Qi Jingzhi and the three of them. The village elder in the lead personally offered Wei Bao a big bowl. Apart from gratitude, there was deep awe on his face.

Where no one could see, on the now deserted beach, a black and gray mangy old dog suddenly emerged from the sea, shaking the wet and sparse hair on its body vigorously, splashing water droplets all over the sky.

It waded forward slowly in the shallow sea water, lingered for a while at the place where the blue-scaled manatee fell, then climbed ashore, sniffed carefully at the place where the blue-faced sword ghost cannibal drank, and then slid towards it. Run in the direction of the fishing village.

This mangy old dog ran extremely fast, but it was a pity that he was lame on his left hind leg, so he would inevitably limp when he ran.

Not long after, it quietly entered the fishing village, watched for a long time in the dark, and suddenly raised its head and let out a loud dog bark.

The next moment, both domestic dogs and wild dogs inside and outside the fishing village barked wildly, and the group responded harmoniously. The noisy place was like thousands of dogs barking at each other endlessly.

At the same time, Laipi Old Dog himself stood up, flashed in the shadows, and turned into a human form. It was a lame old man with a leprous head, half bald on his head, and a large pubic hair. Unsightly jaundice, wearing a very unremarkable gray cloth robe, the exposed skin on the neck, arms, etc. is all chapped like moiré lines.

He walked slowly to the open space in the village with deep feet and shallow feet, and went to pick up a beef stick bone from the cauldron without any fear of scalding his mouth. Throwing the bone back, the soup splashed in the cauldron.

The village woman who was standing next to the iron pot didn't seem to see her, and let the lame old man take out another beef rib from the pot, and chewed it as if no one else was there, dripping juice all over his front.

He raised his head, gnawed at the beef, and walked past the sacrificial table for the dead. When he saw the bull's head on the table, his old eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't move his legs or walk. Moved.

"Oh, the head of this East China Sea cow is the most delicate and plump, throwing it here is a waste of money!"

The lame old man with a skinny head sighed, raised his hand to wipe his shiny mouth, turned his head to look at the young swordsman standing beside him, and suddenly smiled, revealing his sparse yellow teeth: "This little brother is It’s time to grow your muscles and bones, why don’t you go eat meat and stand here and stare at the old man?”

"Senior is a Taoist?"

Qi Jingzhi looked at the lame old man with a skinny head, and chuckled softly: "Dare to ask senior, what is East China Sea Rocking Cow?"

The eyes of the crippled old Taoist flashed, he looked the boy up and down, shook his head and said, "Young girl Feng is not rigorous in teaching her disciples, and she dared to leave the mountain without knowing anything, which is really too casual!"

(End of this chapter)