The one who saved Wen's life was a gray-haired old man. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The old man had silver hair, growing wantonly, and his beard was gray, hanging down to his chest. He was dressed in a light-colored robe and armed with a long knife, and he stood there like a cedar tree born on a cliff, and his bearing was extraordinary.

His skin was wrinkled like tree bark, except for a pair of eagle eyes that still sparkled, looking like a teenager. He described him as thin, but very straight, with strong and powerful arms like dead branches, and the whole person looked like a samurai who had returned to the field, old and not decaying.

In addition, if Wen read correctly, there was a pale white soul floating beside the old man—she remembered this thing.

"I recognize you......" Wen lay on the ground, looked up at the old man, and said, "You are the ...... of the Xixing Temple family"

"In the lower soul demon jealousy, I had a relationship with you more than a hundred years ago. Before the text was finished, the old man reported to his home.

This soul demon was once a court master in a compound called Baiyulou in the underworld, that is, a bodyguard. Wen had visited him before for an interview, but this guy was not a good talker, and the underworld was not a pleasant place, so there wasn't much intersection between the two, at most they had just met once.

Some time ago, this soul demon suddenly had an epiphany, and his swordsmanship was great, and he passed the position to his granddaughter with a flick of his hand, and then walked away without a trace. Some say he went to seclusion in the mountains, others say he left Gensokyo, and others think he died.

Wen never thought that he would be able to meet him in such a place and be saved by him.

"I'm lucky to have you here. Wen chuckled.

Her face was still as white as paper, but her expression was much lighter than before.

The old man didn't expect that the people from Gensokyo would appear here. Youji said, "What's wrong with this big enchantment?"

"Huh, why do you say that?"

"Do you know where you are?"

"Probably...... In the forest somewhere?"

Wen thought about it for a while, and realized that he couldn't name the forest at all.

"It's a forest, but it's not a forest in Gensokyo. The demon jealous glanced at the ground under his feet and said, "This place is the present world. ”

"Oh, that's it......"

Wen's tone was very flat, and in fact, she was not surprised at all. As early as when she was walking in the tunnel, she had already considered this kind of result, and the reason why she wanted to take off just now was to confirm it with her own eyes, but she was plotted before she could take a second look.

"Unexpectedly, you two are still old acquaintances?" said the black-clothed masked man standing not far away in a strange manner, "Do you need me to pour a pot of wine so that you two can catch up while drinking?"

"No need," Youji turned his head and looked at the mask, with a murderous aura between his eyebrows, "The old man is not used to drinking Western wine." ”

"It's a pity. ”

Three or two steps away, the man in black didn't even need a tenth of a second to cross it. He walked up and separated the two sides of the text with the old man, with the text lying on the ground as the middle line, his eyes facing each other, and he drew his sword to face each other.

"Whoosh!"

The ivory staff sliced through the air and stabbed the center of the monster's brow like a bullet. This stab does not have the slightest hint of temptation, and the attack is to take people's lives.

In the face of this blow full of murderous intent, Youji did not dodge or dodge, and at the moment when he was about to be stabbed, he suddenly raised his hand and stood the katana in front of him.

"Ding!"

The tip of the staff was pressed against the blade, and sparks flew everywhere. The position where the cane stopped was less than an inch away from Youji's head, and if he was half a minute slower, he would probably have burst out of his brain by now, and he would be in the wilderness.

Wen was lying on the ground, his body couldn't move, he could only look up and watch the two masters compete with swords on it, and he was also nervous.

Between the lightning and the fire, the two of them have already passed one move, one attack and one defense, and they seem to be evenly matched. However, in Wen's eyes, the soul demon has already gained the upper hand.

Being able to catch an attack steadily means that it is not inferior to the opponent's strength, daring to strike at the last moment means that speed is superior, and being able to use a not wide blade as a shield is the embodiment of the perfection of technology.

As for the performance of the weapon at hand, the yogey is even more overwhelming. The so-called "one inch long, one inch strong", the ivory cane, which is only more than a meter long, is absolutely impossible to compete with a katana that is nearly half as long as it.

"Youji has won. Wen predicted in his heart. It can be said that if nothing happens, her prediction will never be inaccurate.

However, what happened next made her put her heart back in place and back down her throat.

The masked man raised his arm and pretended to stab, but his feet suddenly exerted force, and he took a dozen steps back. Then, as if by magic, he conjured four small gems that shimmered red between the fingers of his left hand, and with a flick of his wrist, he threw them all at Youji.

"Fire Style?"

As soon as the four rubies came out of their hands, they formed a string in front and back, and then they burned in flight, turning into four fireballs, and came in a row.

"Hmph, carving insect skills!"

With a cold snort, the white soul floated in front of him, raised its tail and swept it up, turning the four fireballs into the sky like stir-frying.

Fireballs exploded one after another in mid-air, and the flames that burst out lit up the night sky for a while. The figure of the demon jealous is reflected in the orange-red firelight, and it is majestic.

This floating soul is half of the soul of the demon himself. The people of his soul family have been half-out of body since childhood, and although they are human beings, they are no longer complete living beings.

The masked man stood still, motionless and silent, God knows if he was annoyed or if he was making some small calculation. Until the flames in the sky completely disappeared, he remained like this, and Youji only stared at his mask and did not make a move.

"You just said that you don't like Western wine?" After a long silence, the masked man suddenly spoke, "What a coincidence, I don't like it either." ”

"What do you want to say?" For this intriguing sentence, Youji seemed very wary.

"I don't like Western sake or Oriental sake. Alcohol is not pleasant, not enjoyable, not delicious enough!" The other party completely ignored the jealousy and continued to himself, "What I like to drink is something else. ”

"It's the kind of thing that's stronger than wine, stronger than coffee, purer than tea!"

His voice grew louder and louder, and the words he uttered grew more and more bizarre. Wen turned his head sideways and looked at the man with his arms outstretched and a little fanatical, and suddenly a sense of foreboding suddenly occurred in his heart.

"What I really want to drink is the source of life!"

After speaking, he took out a red crystal ball from the inner pocket of his dress.

This gem was markedly different from the ones he had used before. The previous gems all had obvious crystal structures, with edges and corners, but this one was a sphere.

In addition, unlike those gemstones that always shimmer, the light on the surface of this stone is sometimes bright and dark, as if it is breathing. Under that light, it was as if something was flowing.

"This thing isn't very good!" Wen said loudly, "Old man of the Xixing Temple family, you hurry up and think of something!"

She felt that once the power sealed in that stone was freed, it would be irreparable. And the soul demon jealousy, obviously has the same opinion as her.

"Don't succeed!"

With a loud shout, the demon stepped forward with his knife, intending to cut off the man's hands before things got out of hand, and teach him that he could never use those strange gems again.

"You're trying to stop me, it's too late!"

The masked man crushed the round red stone, and at the same time, released the "beast" from it.

What happened that night will forever be engraved in the heart of Shotimaru Wen. What she is witnessing now is just the beginning.