Yang Qiao covered his nose, suppressed the pounding heartbeat, and walked to the center of these bones.

There, a general sat upright, with a few strangely patterned flags behind him, in addition to the Japanese flag, which seemed to represent some kind of family or organization.

Yang Qiao didn't care about that, but was attracted by the general himself.

This corpse, unlike the others,

Even though he has been dead for more than seventy years and turned into white bones, he still exudes Sen Sen's malice from the eyes of those black holes, like a hungry wolf staring at its prey.

This feeling sent chills down Yang Qiao's spine.

This person is so scary.

After being dead for so many years, he still has this powerful aura, and I really don't know what kind of fierce man he was when he was alive.

His death, unlike those ordinary soldiers, was also different from those ordinary soldiers, holding sharp blades in both hands, slanted into the abdomen, and committing suicide by cutting his abdomen.

I had only seen the Japanese bushido tradition of seppuku on TV before, but I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes one day.

Yang Qiao's gaze turned to the clothes of this corpse, which was different from ordinary soldiers, and obviously had the badge of a high-ranking general, but Yang Qiao didn't know much about the ranks of the Japanese army, and those badges were almost too rotten to be seen clearly.

The tattered fabric revealed black-gray bones, and there was a very strong smell of mold.

Yang Qiao endured the nausea in his heart, stretched out his hand, and carefully pulled out the short knife that the Japanese officer had inserted in his stomach, which should be the samurai's coercion.

The skeleton had already decayed, and the bones of the samurai who had stood on his knees for seventy years collapsed in an instant, scattering to the ground.

Yang Qiao was so frightened that he crawled out of the long distance with the short dagger, and only relieved himself when he saw that there was no other movement.

He looked down at the flank in his hand, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

For more than seventy years, there was no trace of rust on this blade, and a biting chill emanated from the cold blade.

This is a good flank.

If you look closely, the part of the blade is faintly snowflake, and the blade near the handle is scribbled with three words-

Oni Fang Pill.

Japanese kanji is similar to Chinese, Yang Qiao can recognize these words, but he doesn't understand the meaning, but he can probably guess that "Oni Tooth Pill" is the name of this wakicha.

Generally, only famous craftsmen leave their names on their works, right?

Yang Qiao was a little overjoyed.

"You like this?"

Lu Weijiu had been observing Yang Qiao from the side, and said loudly at this time: "This knife has some ominous aura, if you really like it, you can take something else." ”

Yang Qiao was playing with this ghost tooth pill over and over again, and he was reluctant to put it down. Hearing Lu Weijiu's words, he scratched his head and said: "I think this threat is related to me, I took a fancy to it at a glance, I will keep this, and I don't want anything else." ”

"Then it's up to you, there's a scabbard over there, you can go and get it. Lu Weijiu didn't say much, but pointed in the direction of the officer's bones.

Yang Qiao endured the disgusting smell of rot, ran over again, picked out a black scabbard from under a pile of bones, and inserted the ghost tooth blade into it, tightly sealing.

Nodding with satisfaction, he stuck it on his waist, and then picked up a bullet from the ground casually, and then greeted Lu Weijiu and prepared to go out.

"Don't you want those gold, silver, and jewelry?" Lu Weijiu was a little strange, there were still a lot of good things on these Japanese people, like some silver dollars, and jewelry, which may have been captured by this team of Japanese soldiers in the war, Yang Qiao obviously saw it, but he didn't stretch out his hand again, just took a Japanese knife, picked up a metal bullet and prepared to leave.

"Well, forget it, it's too ostentatious to go out with this gold. Yang Qiao shook his head and patted the wedge on his waist, "It's very good to have this collection, people should be content." ”

The boy's smile is very innocent and straightforward, without any worldly desires and utilitarianism.

Lu Weijiu smiled slightly, he likes Yang Qiao a little now, bold enough, calm, and not too greedy.

……

It is troublesome to enter the cave, but it is very fast to get out of the hole.

The moment he walked out of the ghost crying hole, the dazzling eyes shone down, making Yang Qiao's eyes half-closed.

The fierce river wind rushed towards him, and the deafening sound of water and roar hit his senses at once.

The icy river with white foam flooded the sandals and brought an icy taste.

However, Yang Qiao's heart was full of joy.

He finally came out of the hole, and before he could get his mood up, he heard a shout—

"Yang Qiao!"

A chubby figure rushed up at once and gave him a big hug. Immediately afterwards, I saw the familiar face of the little fat man Zhang Ye, and cried like a flower cat.

"I didn't mean to be Yang Qiao, I didn't mean to leave you ......"

After Zhang Ye's explanation, Yang Qiao knew what had happened before.

Zhang Ye only remembered Yang Qiao after escaping from the cave, who knew that Yang Qiao was missing when he looked back, he didn't have the courage to go into the cave to find it again, and he didn't dare to go back alone, for fear of being tied up and beaten by Yang Qiao's mother and his mother, so he had to wait at the entrance of the cave with fear.

God knows, the short half hour just now was as difficult for him as it was centuries.

Now seeing Yang Qiao coming out of the cave intact, Zhang Ye was even happier than seeing his relatives.

Originally, Yang Qiao was worried that Zhang Ye would be angry with him, but looking at this, Zhang Ye would not pursue himself and drag him into the ghost crying hole.

I still felt a little sorry for this little friend, so I took out something from my pocket and stuffed it into his hand: "This is for you, I picked it up in the hole." ”

"Wow, Yang Qiao, it's really yours. ”

A patina bullet glowed with a faint turquoise glow in the little fat man's hand.

This is what Yang Qiao picked up just now, just to make a commemoration for Zhang Yeye.

Of course, the handful that Yang Qiao picked up was carefully inserted into his waist, and he didn't tell Zhang Ye that it was better to keep a low profile with this thing.

Yang Qiao and Zhang Ye were only happy, and no one noticed that in the turbid river water, a huge black shadow slowly approached, and quietly poked its head out of the water towards Yang Qiao's position.

It was a very strange creature, with dark skin and a pair of tiny eyes that gleamed with wisdom.

Lu Weijiu glanced at Jiangzhong, the creature was very alert, seemed to smell danger, and disappeared in an instant.

On the other side of the Yangtze River, an old man and a young man, two people wearing Taoist robes walked slowly along the river beach, and suddenly, the elderly Taoist priest was in a certain body, and turned his head to look at the other side of the river.

One of his hands pinched swiftly in his sleeve robe as if he were doing some kind of deduction.

"Master, what's wrong?" the little Taoist priest asked curiously.

The older Taoist priest did not speak, shook his head slightly, and his gaze became extremely deep.

……

At the same time, Kyoto, Japan.

In the middle of the Japanese garden, there is a small pond with a long bamboo tube extending from a distance to the top of the pond, and there are bubbling water dripping into the pond, creating ripples in circles.

The snow-white cherry blossoms flutter in the wind and fall on the pond water, making the sparkling pool water more tranquil and far-reaching.

When you look up, you can see a nearby building with a snow-like cherry blossom branch, as if it were a Japanese-style shrine.

At this time, the grid wooden door of the temple opened, making a loud noise, breaking the quiet Zen in the small courtyard.

"Master, please stay. An old man in a gray suit with a stern face stepped out of the door and bowed deeply to the people inside.

The girl holding the old man in her hand also bowed to the priest along with the old man.

The girl is about fifteen or sixteen years old, with long straight black hair, wearing a Japanese school uniform, and a short sailor skirt just above the thighs, revealing two snow-white beautiful legs, giving people a sense of youth.

The girl carries a long black box on her back, vaguely in the shape of a sword, probably for learning kendo and other equipment.

Her eyes were wide open, full of curiosity about the priest in front of her, and on her snow-white little face, the corners of her rosy lips were slightly upturned, and she naturally smiled.

The priest inside the door, dressed in a simple costume, a bit like a Shinto sect or a similar sect, bowed to the old man and the girl and said: "You are too polite, we have always regretted Brother Ling's matter, but after so many years, there has been no trace of him, I don't know ......"

At this moment, on a statue of a tribute god in the hall, a golden demon slaying bell suddenly rang.

Bell bell bell ~

The priest's face changed, and he turned around and rushed towards the statue in faux paze.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Lord Priest?"

An old man and a young man standing outside the door were a little at a loss for the abnormality of the priest, and when they were in a daze, they heard the priest in the hall suppress the excited voice and said, "The Devil Tooth Pill has finally appeared......"

The old man's gray pupils outside the door shrank suddenly.

"Nissan. ”

……

In Jiangxia Town, the lights of thousands of homes are lit up.

Because he went home late, Yang Qiao was beaten by Liu Xiaolian, and he lowered his head and looked sincerely remorseful, which made Liu Xiaolian calm down his anger a little.

But when Liu Xiaolian went to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, Yang Qiao sneaked back to the room, locked the door mysteriously, and then looked at the expression on his face, his eyes and eyebrows were full of pride, where was the slightest frustration of being criticized.

Lu Weijiu clasped his hands in his sleeves and frowned at Yang Qiao.

Yang Qiao didn't care, his expression was like stealing an old hen, three points proud, three points took advantage of the side of the bed, and took out the wakami hidden under the pillow lightly.

In the eyes of the Japanese, the sword is indistinguishable, and the wakicha also combines this characteristic, with the edge of the sword and the rigidity of the sword, and the length is longer than the dagger.

Yang Qiao couldn't put down this collection, and was more interested in the pocket watch that Lu Weijiu parasitized.

He gently pulled out a little blade, and the sharpness of the clear, cold weapon came out, and the goosebumps all over his body rose with excitement.

"Good knife, good knife! I have a treasure collection too, hehehehe......"

The young man sat at his desk, holding the ghost tooth blade and looking over and over, smiling so hard that he couldn't see his eyebrows.

Lu Weijiu was a little speechless, this young man is surprisingly smart, but this fool is also ...... By the way, in their words here, it's a bit funny.

"No wonder I didn't remind you, this knife is ominous, and it may cause you to be right and wrong. ”

"It's okay, I'll put him away and keep it from anyone else. Yang Qiao put down the Ghost Tooth Pill with some unfinished thinking, then sat upright, learned to see it on TV, and bowed to Lu Weijiu: "Master, I'm ready." ”

"What are you ready for?" Lu Weijiu asked with some suspicion.

"Master, you don't know......" Speaking of the things that God was chattering, every cell in Yang Qiao's body was about to burn, which was particularly emotional.

"Master, I read that in novels and anime, the protagonists all get adventures, and then get the ancient inheritance, one by one, they fly away, sweep the world, and laugh proudly...... Don't talk about this, Master, hurry up and pass on your secret tips to me, the world's magic, flying away, I want it all!~"

Hearing Yang Qiao's words, Lu Weijiu's handsome and cold, noble and cold face, his expression immediately froze.

Yang Qiao was still unsatisfied, and continued: "Master, do you see if I am a bone essence? At first glance, I am your heir, right? Otherwise, I will not be able to wake you up from my pocket watch, this must be the arrangement of fate, Master, you have to teach me everything, don't hide your secrets." ”

Lu Weijiu really wanted to summon a heavenly thunderbolt and slam it on Yang Qiao's head.

What kind of mess, going back more than 3,000 years, which bastard would dare to talk to him like this? Even if the general was constant and wanted his eldest son to learn Feng Shui metaphysics with him, he was polite and very respectful.

How did you get to this kid, everything has changed.

Yang Qiao didn't realize at all how disrespectful and bold his words were to Lu Weijiu, in his habits and feelings, Lu Weijiu's appearance was an adventure, as if playing a game to upgrade and fight monsters, since he had passed the level, it was time to get paid.

Well, our journey is the sea of stars,

The time has come to change your fate.

It's a pity that his enthusiasm didn't get Lu Weijiu's response at all, and it was not bad if he didn't slap him to death.

Finally, Lu Weijiu was good at cultivating his qi, held back the anger in his heart, flicked his fingers, and planted a piece of information into Yang Qiao's mind.

Yang Qiao's body shook, and instinctively closed his eyes to perceive.

It's amazing, when you close your eyes and concentrate, some words come to mind.

"Alchemy, introductory foundation building. ”

Yang Qiao read it out according to what he saw, and after reading it, he opened his eyes in disbelief: "Master, you see that my bones are wonderful, and you still want to enter the foundation?"

Lu Weijiu's 10,000-year-old cool and handsome face twitched, and he said slowly: "First, I only promise to lead you to the entrance." Second, I value the foundation, and if you can't pass the foundation level, everything will be mentioned in the future. ”

Belch......

Yang Qiao opened his mouth, a little depressed.

I thought I could reach the sky in one step.

He secretly glanced at the white-clothed Guanyin Sutra on the table, if he exchanged this scripture with the teacher, he didn't know if he could exchange it for some other benefits.

Lu Weijiu saw through his careful thinking at a glance, flicked his sleeves, and said lightly: "I am cultivating Daomen mysticism, and if I don't belong to the outer Hoover, you don't have to use your brain." Also, the last time you took this scripture and pretended to be it, you actually took it down. ”

After speaking, his figure faded away, obviously too lazy to say anything to Yang Qiao, and returned to his pocket watch.

Yang Qiao sat at the table with a cute face: Uh, I was ridiculed by the teacher, the teacher is worthy of being the great master of Feng Shui in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, with his own poisonous tongue attribute.

After a long time, he raised his head and said to himself with a firm face: "No way, since I can't get around, I can only try the introductory chapter, I think my bones are wonder......ful."

If Lu Weijiu heard what he said, he would definitely vomit blood.