"Hmm... I said, little black brother, can you give some face? ”

A blonde boy tries to touch the forehead of a black steed standing in front of him with his own hand, but is dodged by the other party with a look of disgust...

Well, don't ask me how I saw this expression of disgust on the horse's face, in short, I saw it for the rest of my life~

“… Don't make a fuss! Now it's crucial to let me ride! The blonde boy suddenly made his request in an almost pleading tone... To a horse. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

However, for this kind of want to get on ♂ it (this statement should not be a problem... Right? It naturally snorted to show its refusal.

“… Let me tell you, if you make trouble with your master again, you will get a bento..."

"Puff~" Xiao Hei turned his head to reveal a disdainful gaze.

“… Why don't you give me a ride, and when you get to your destination, I will treat you to high-quality pasture? ”

"Puff~" The horse's head changed his angle, and his gaze changed to contempt.

“… Don't force me, believe it or not, I'll stew horse meat hot pot on the spot?! ”

A blonde boy who was despised by a horse had blue tendons on his forehead...

"Poof!" The threatened little black snort filled with anger, and then kicked his hooves and stood up with his hind legs, while his front hooves stepped for the rest of his life...

"I'm rubbing! Are you playing really? I warn you..."The blonde boy who had just escaped the trampling of a war was about to say something more, but Xiao Hei said that he didn't want to listen to him and immediately threw a horseshoe at him... Oh no, it was immediately turned around and walked away into the distance under the bewildered gaze of the rest of his life...

Well, in fact, Xiao Hei didn't leave without looking back, and after about two hundred meters away from the rest of his life, he turned his head to look at the blonde boy who was still stunned and at a loss...

Of course, the look in his eyes is definitely not nostalgia... Instead, it was full of contempt and ridicule, and then disappeared from the sight of the rest of his life at a very exaggerated speed.

Nima! This horse has become a fine man!

"I suddenly feel that this world is full of malice," Yu Sheng, who completely felt that he was isolated, had a loveless expression on his face, "Hehehehe, even a beast dares to bully me... If I get out of here alive... No, even if my pockets are emptied after I leave here, I will have a full horse feast! ”

"But now... Let's get out of here first," the blonde boy sighed as he remembered his current situation, and then showed a resolute expression, "If you can't ride a horse, you can go on your own... I have legs anyway! ”

So, our protagonist once again embarks on a long road alone for the rest of his life...

At the same time, the Ink Owl had leapt into the view of a giant pit dug by some unknown creature...

Well, at this time, according to convention, those who take the initiative to jump pits/cliffs/buildings generally do not die... Anyway, no matter how high it is, as long as there is a haystack/lake/bush underneath... With the blessing of the plot, even if you jump from a height of several hundred meters, as long as you have enough faith, there will be no problem~ Anyway, our great Newton teacher has already blown up the I don't know how many times... Oh no, it's a corpse, and it's no problem to blow it up once or twice!

So our dead-faced boy Mo Xiao didn't die either... Of course, it's not because there are grass/lakes/bushes or anything like that underneath the pit, or because he happens to know a skill called Leap of Faith, it's just that he has a special way of jumping into the pit.

He makes full use of the silver-gray dagger he possesses, known as the Owl Blade, and uses one of these two sharp killing weapons for climbing... Every time he falls a certain distance, he plunges it into the wall of the pit (the wall of the crater) and quickly slows down his fall until it comes to a complete stop... The process was repeated until about a dozen minutes later, when he reached the bottom of a huge crater.

“… Is it still too reluctant? After finally landing on the ground, Mo Xiao felt the breaking pain coming from his two arms, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

Even if he is an acquired level 'martial artist', and he is the top existence in this level, he has consumed most of his physical strength after repeating the process dozens of times... However, fortunately, there was still a lot of 'True Qi' left in his body, and it was only a small part of it consumed in the previous battle.

Such a he, in terms of combat power alone, is not much worse than in his heyday, but...

"I'm sorry, my most trusted 'partner'... That's the end of your mission... Thank you for your hard work. He looked at the silver-gray short sword that it used to fall quickly, which was already broken at the moment, and his expression was also emotional.

The next moment, a crack appeared from the bottom of the sword blade that was already scarred, and quickly spread to the entire sword body...

It then shattered under the watchful eye of its owner, and was reduced to fragments.

There has always been a saying among the warriors of the Eastern Realm... That is any warrior who has enough trust in his weapon, then he will never betray his master.

And this weapon, which is absolutely trusted by its own users, will slowly develop a kind of 'self-awareness'... Once the 'consciousness' generated by this weapon itself becomes strong enough to a certain extent, it will become what those cultivators call a 'spiritual weapon'.

This weapon is no longer a dead thing, but a 'spiritual life' with its own soul.

Compared to ordinary flesh and blood life (such as humans), spirit life can be said to be extremely strong, but also extremely vulnerable.

It is said to be strong because it is a thoroughly formed 'spirit', whose life does not perish because of the shattering of the objects to which it is attached... Even if a sword spirit or sword spirit breaks the sword weapon or knife weapon attached to it, the 'spirit' they give birth to will not suffer any damage.

And speaking of fragility... It's because the complete destruction of a spirit life doesn't need anyone else's hands at all.

As soon as their owners become suspicious of the weapons in their hands, their power will weaken rapidly, and even... Completely extinguished, re-transformed into a dead thing.

However, in any case, under the same material, a weapon with a 'spirit' is much more powerful than a dead thing without a 'spirit', which is also the consensus of all martial artists and cultivators in the Eastern Realm.

Therefore, in order to obtain 'spiritual weapons', some cultivators have also made a lot of things that are intolerable in heaven and are called 'evil weapons'... Of course, this has nothing to do with the main plot at the moment, just piggyback, there will be related plots in the future...

Well, it's a bit far... Now back to the main storyline view.

The two 'blades' of the ink owl are the two 'spirit weapons' that produced the 'instrument spirit'.

When he first got his hands on these two daggers, they were just ordinary iron swords made from ordinary pig iron... But as he grew, his two weapons, which were equivalent to his right and left hands, which he named 'Owl Blade', also grew accordingly.

Of course, in the process, he also reforged and strengthened the Owl Blade several times... So much so that not long ago, he felt that these two important 'partners' of his own had produced their own 'spirits'.

However, before the Spirit of the Blade could be fully formed, it suffered devastating damage... It is true that fully formed spirit life will not be directly harmed by damage to attached items, but it is not fully formed spirit will.

"But... Rest assured. ”

The dead-faced boy muttered to himself as he quickly gathered the fragments of the blade on the ground.

"After I have fulfilled my own 'mission'... You will be born again! And..."

"Become stronger."