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[Fortunately, my sister doesn't seem to have gone home, after all, she is a sophomore at Yunchuan University, and it is impossible to always come back.] Yue Shaoyi closed the door with peace of mind and turned on the light in the living room, ready to look at the information of the few dying people that Yehou had given him.

He casually opened the file bag and was about to take out the materials from it, but suddenly felt a chill behind him. Instinct made the muscles of his whole body tense subconsciously, and he rushed forward in an instant.

At the moment when Yue Shaoyi pounced forward, he saw a bright silver light flash in the entire room, as if there was lightning flashing through the room, and then he felt that there seemed to be sweat running down his back.

He stood still and turned around, only then the hum of metal sounded in his ears, low as the roar of a dragon, crisp as the sound of a cicada.

[Knife sound?!] Yue Shaoyi frowned.

But there was no one behind him. He looked around and saw that there was no one in sight.

He touched his back, only to realize that it was not sweat, but blood. His shirt was split in half from the back, and the wound was shallow.

[This hurts...... It seems to have been left by the wind brought by the knife. It's just that the wind from the knife hurts me? This man's strength is far above mine, and he is a sneak attack, but I have only suffered minor injuries, and it seems that ...... No killing intent? Yue Shaoyi stood in place a little strangely, wary of the enemy he couldn't see at all.

There was suddenly another distorted flash in the living room, and Yue Shaoyi had the intention to dodge it, but he didn't know where the knife came from, so he had to pounce on it horizontally.

It's just that this pounce just pounced on the blade that slashed over!

[Huh?] It's okay? ]

Yue Shaoyi straightened up, suddenly felt a pain on his face, and touched it with his hand to find that there was an additional wound, the wound was still very shallow, and the person with the knife was still nowhere to be seen.

[Can this person be invisible?] What's going on? I can't see anyone at all...... There was no sound of footsteps, and so was breathing......]

"Damn it!" Another distorted flash of silver light, this time slashing at his chest, the wind from the invisible knife cutting through his clothes like a sharp blade, leaving a line of blood on his chest.

“Bite-my-shiny-metal-ass！” (Fly out of the future meme.) Yue Shaoyi was so angry that he shouted fluent English.

[This person really has no killing intent, every knife only leaves a shallow wound, obviously just testing me at random, but I can't dodge it, this is humiliating me?] ]

In response to Yue Shaoyi, there were more wounds. His heart was horizontal, and he couldn't hide anyway, so he simply stood still.

A few more distorted flashes of light swept through the air, and although the sharp air currents left many wounds on Yue Shaoyi's body, they were all controlled at a depth that could quickly stop the bleeding.

[What's going on?] Yue Shaoyi clenched his fists and looked fierce.

"You're so much worse than your grandfather, and so much worse than your father." An old voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Yue Shaoyi turned his head suddenly.

An old man sat cross-legged on the couch with his eyes closed, a long knife with an inky scabbard resting horizontally on his knee.

The old man had white hair, an old face, and a white beard, and looked like Santa Claus. He was slender and slender, wearing a black hakama with five folds on the lower body, and a white straight hanging on the upper body, covered with a moire feather weave on the outside.

The old man's face was wrinkled, but the corners of his eyes were as sharp as the knife in his hand. There is an oppressive aura all over the body.

[Huh?] Wasn't that knife left by my missing grandfather? It was the saber of a Japanese lieutenant general killed by my grandfather during the Anti-Japanese War, and was later used by my grandfather to kill devils, and then it has been hanging on the wall of my house ever since, how did this old man take this knife down? ]

"You...... Who are you? Do you know my grandfather? Yue Shaoyi looked at the white-bearded old man suspiciously, and temporarily forgot about the knife wound on his body.

[I don't even know him, he disappeared when I was very young.] ]

"Alas, you are too weak!" The old man shook his head.

"Old man, were you invisible? Why can't I see you? Yue Shaoyi raised his own questions.

"Alas, your family is really not as good as the generation, why is it so weak when it comes to you?" The old man sighed incessantly.

"Hey, don't stress that I'm weak, okay, if I can be invisible, I can beat you." The boy who had been slashed with countless knives became impatient.

"Alas......"

"Alas, you're big! You ran to my house at night, hacked me more than a dozen times incognito, and then sighed endlessly and said I'm weak, didn't you take medicine?! Yue Shaoyi said angrily.

"Alas, old decay does not become invisible, young man. It's just that your awakening is not stable enough. The old man, who looked a little like Santa Claus, scratched his beard.

"What? What awakening? Yue Shaoyi scratched his head.

"Why, hasn't anyone mentioned the Spirit to you?"

"Hmm...... I mentioned it, but I didn't talk about awakening or anything like that. Yue Shaoyi remembered the girl named Jing who claimed to be a spirit she met at night.

"It seems that you don't understand anything, young man......" the old man looked thoughtful.

"Let me tell you this, the old man is not a human being, he is a spirit, and he is the spirit of this knife."

"Blade Spirit?"

[I've also played with Sword Spirit.] Yue Shaoyi rolled his eyes.

"That's right, I'm a sword spirit. Everything has a spirit. The white-bearded old man continued.

[There seems to be this in the sword spirit.] Old man, are you still playing games at your age? Yue Shaoyi thought to himself.

"Since a long time ago...... "Sword Spirit said slowly.

"There is already a spirit in this world. Ordinary people do not see these spirits. And there is a special group of people in this world, who inherit special blood, which is the so-called purified blood. When this blood suddenly awakens, they will see the real world. That is, the Spirit can be seen. “

"See the spirit ......," Yue Shaoyi repeated softly.

"That's right, and your awakening is not stable, so you couldn't see me just now, and now you can see me again." The old man nodded slightly.

Yue Shaoyi suddenly remembered the strange woman who disappeared on the day of the funeral.

[Is she also a spirit?] And the female ghost named Jing, ah, girl. She also suddenly disappeared and appeared suddenly, is it because of my own reasons? It seems to be explained......]

Although the recent events had made Yue Shaoyi believe the old man's words, there were still many things he didn't understand.

"What the hell is a spirit? Is it a ghost? Yue Shaoyi then asked.

The old man shook his head.

"Although the old decay also knows very little about spirits, it is also certain that spirits are not ghosts, for example, do you look at me, like ghosts?"

"Like." Yue Shaoyi nodded.

The old man didn't seem to hear, "Alas, that's right, old decay doesn't look like a ghost,"

[Hey, I'm like, don't you pretend you can't hear it!] Yue Shaoyi raised his eyebrows.

"A spirit is not a ghost, but a ghost is a type of spirit."

"One of the spirits?"

"That's right, in fact, ghosts are the embodiment of human memory." The old man nodded.

"I don't understand."

"When a person dies, his body will decay, but his life is meaningful in the memory of the person who is still alive, and the human spirit is powerful, and the memory of the dead of the living person has a certain probability of turning into a spirit, and the stronger this memory, the stronger the spirit."

"Oh, I see!"

[Damn, what does this old man say?] The more Yue Shaoyi listened, the more irritated he became.

So ghosts are just a kind of spirit, they are the embodiment of human memory. And the scope of the spirit is much broader. In fact, there is very little that the old man can explain to you, but there is a universally accepted saying in the world of Soul Purifiers, that is, the explanation of spirits by the first Soul Purifier in this world, the King of Pure Souls. The old man paused abruptly.

[Don't sell it, say it quickly.] ]

"What is created can be perceived, what is perceived will have meaning, and under the powerful influence of time, this meaning may one day give birth to life. This can give birth to a pen, a glass of water, a person's emotions or memories, or even a dead person. We call it "spirit", everything has its destiny, everything has its spirit! ”

"That's it...... That is, the spirit is also a ...... Life? Yue Shaoyi frowned and thought.

"Yes, the spirit is also life."

"This ...... What kind of king is this, and what is his name? ”

“Constantinus· Alex· Law· Abyss· Ramesses· X," the old man paused. "PEOPLE CALL IT CALARX."

[CALARX?] I think I've seen it somewhere. It can't be......]

"What's your name, old man?" Yue Shaoyi raised his head and asked.

"Alas, the old decay is just the body of duckweed, the sword spirit, almost decayed, what is the name."

Yue Shaoyi shook his head impatiently. [Just ask your name, what are you talking about?] ]

"It's just that this knife is not a nameless thing, I don't know if you have heard of the name of 'two days first-class', young man?" The old man narrowed his eyes.

"I've heard of it, isn't it the school of two-handed swords pioneered by the Japanese sword master Miyamoto Musashi? Why, don't you tell me, this knife is Miyamoto Musashi's saber? Yue Shaoyi looked at him suspiciously.

"Exactly, this sword is called 'Boqi Kuniyatsuna', it is Miyamoto Musashi's saber, and it will also be your first antiquity."

"What? It's mine? Let's not mention whether what you said is true, I don't know how to use a knife at all. Yue Shaoyi said.

"It doesn't matter if you will or not. This knife itself already has magical abilities, as long as you hold it, then I will be able to use the sword skills of you. The old man said. If you want to learn, I can teach you too. He added.

"Why? And this good thing? How is that possible? "For Yue Shaoyi, there should never be anything in this world that can be obtained without effort. Shouldn't that kind of thing just exist in nonsense novels?

"Be entrusted by others, and do your best."

"Okay, okay, let's say you're really some kind of Angang sword spirit," Yue Shaoyi reluctantly accepted his reason, but was still a little skeptical.

"Bo Qi National Security Gang. No need to assume. ”

"What Angang, it's troublesome. Let's call this knife 'Tibetan Martial Arts' first! Since you are Miyamoto Musashi's saber ......"

"Whatever you want. Anyway, this sword belongs only to you from now on until you die one day...... I hope that day will come soon...... The old man will be able to be free......" The white-bearded old man looked out the window at the starry sky.

"Hey! Just think about the rest of your words! Don't say it! It's rude! Yue Shaoyi said loudly.

"Okay, the old man usually sleeps, don't look for me if it's okay."

"......" Yue Shaoyi was speechless for a while.

[You said you wanted to teach me swordsmanship, right?] This starts to be seriously lazy? You can make up a similar reason to lie to me! ]

"No problem, the old man will go first. Alas, to teach such a weak student, trouble is dead. The old man blew his beard and muttered in a low voice.

"Wait, old man!" Yue Shaoyi was angry and rushed to the crown and shot the case.

"Huh? Anything else? The old man's eyes were half-open, as if there was a flash of light, and a huge murderous aura invisibly filled the entire room, Yue Shaoyi was very suspicious that he might draw his knife if he continued to say more.

"Uh...... Good night. He scratched his head, then beckoned to the old man.

The white-bearded old man nodded, and disappeared in a flash.

Yue Shaoyi gradually calmed down.

[Spirit...... Does anything give birth to life...... Yes! ]

Yue Shaoyi suddenly remembered the Zoro he saw before who thought it was a cosplay. Now that I think about it, is it possible...... Is that a spirit?!

He froze for a moment, shook his head, and then rushed to a wall.

A knife hung peacefully on the wall, as if it had never moved.

[This knife is Miyamoto Musashi?!] Isn't my most valuable collection Eminem's signature album? ]