Chapter 17: Kungo

In the valley, it is very quiet.

Vast expanses of rhododendrons blooming with red sunrise, bamboo forests swaying with mottled and broken shadows, and clear streams flowing through mountain streams.

There were no birds or beasts here, except for the breeze blowing through the leaves of the grass and trees, there was no sound, and the light mist that spread in the valley seemed light and shallow.

Here, there is a sense of isolation.

Walking in the sea of rhododendrons, slowly walking all the way to the bamboo forest in the deep valley, it is clearly not an uncommon scene, but Xue Yun is in a trance, but there is a sense of vastness after precipitation.

They walked all the way to the outside of the bamboo forest, and there was no movement in the quiet valley.

Thinking of the obvious boundary they had noticed before entering the valley, both of them guessed that there was once a huge barrier here, enveloping the entire valley and protecting the grass, trees, and mountains and rivers in the valley, and they didn't know how long it had been.

If that's the case, here's ...... Should there be, or have there ever been?

Thinking like this, Xue Yun turned his head to look at Xiao Luo, who was walking beside him, without saying a word thoughtfully all the way, and followed his somewhat dazed and somewhat trance gaze to the depths of the dense bamboo forest.

Xiao Luo said that what was there had to do with him and his knife.

Perhaps, this valley once really had a master, and it was inextricably linked with Xiao Luo's life experience.

Maybe...... Exactly his parents and relatives?

The sea of azaleas spread beyond the bamboo forest, and the two only paused, glanced at each other, and then continued to walk inward.

This time was different from the previous underground cave, it was Xiao Luo who walked in front, leading the way with a hazy and vague feeling.

Shuttling between the clusters of green bamboos, Xiao Luo frowned slightly, the pendant under the collar was already faintly hot, he couldn't tell the difference, it was his feeling that led him over, or the unknown long knife that turned into a pendant on his chest.

A handle...... He had long known vaguely that there was a long knife with a story.

Most likely, a long knife related to his background and his past.

The more they came to the depths of the bamboo forest, the bamboo that had been densely packed with the two of them began to thin out.

And deep in the bamboo forest, in the center of this mysterious valley, a thin mist fills the air.

Gradually, the surroundings began to be different.

The light-colored mist wafting in the center of the verdant bamboo forest was not pure white, but a little golden red.

It is the same color as the long knife in Xiao Luo's hand when he once fought against the giant python.

Xue Yuan's heart tightened, and he was secretly a little wary.

As far as the eye can see, in the center of the bamboo forest, a bamboo house appears.

When I saw the bamboo house, the small courtyard around the bamboo house, which was also circled with bamboo, and the tables and chairs made of green bamboo, I saw that the surroundings changed.

The faint mist condensed the phantom of the human form, fluttering around the bamboo house, the more outward, the more faint the phantom, only a few movements to dissipate the invisible, but soon, close to the bamboo house some of the position will condense a new phanthropus, slightly more condensed than the previous one, but it will not last long, and will eventually dissipate.

Xue Yuan's heart has been held high, especially after discovering that the golden-red mist will condense into a moving figure, but after carefully looking at Xiao Luo's reaction, she still didn't say anything and followed him, and kept walking towards the bamboo house.

Although she herself felt that there was no evil thought in everything here, and the different spiritual powers that lingered around her also made her feel extra comfortable after receiving that golden light, these were not enough to dispel her concerns. Being able to move forward at this time is that she trusts Xiao Luo's judgment.

Moreover, it seems that it is very likely that it is indeed as Xiao Luo said, and it has something to do with him and the golden-red knife.

After making up her mind to move on, she also began to pay some attention to the figures around her that were converging and dissipating.

After looking at it for a while, after several phantoms, Xue Yuan gradually recognized that the figure that was constantly condensed looked like a young woman.

"She" was always a hazy fog, the color of her clothes was a little blurry, and they kept moving forward, passing by "her" who could only see her movements clearly.

"She" seems to be the owner of this place.

Every temporarily condensed phantom is busy in the courtyard around the bamboo house.

Some "she" set up a fence outside the yard, and the action of looking at the phantom seemed to be raising her hand to pinch the luck;

Some "she" was fiddling with something at the bamboo table, and she could vaguely tell that she was dealing with herbs;

Some "she" was busy in front of the stove set up not far away, and her movements were very skillful......

The small courtyard in front of the bamboo house is full of "her" busy figures.

After approaching the bamboo house, there was one more figure condensed.

Because it was already very close to the bamboo house, although the face of the newly condensed figure was hazy, the figure was already relatively clear.

New to the scene was the figure of a young man.

"He" moves a little slowly, as if there is any inconvenience, most of the time he only stands or sits on the edge of the bamboo hut, and does not often walk outside. Sometimes "she" will help "him", take "his" hand to move, lead "him" to touch the pillar of the bamboo house, grope for the tables and chairs in front of the bamboo house, gently stuff the teacup into "his" hand and lead him to hold it carefully......

At first, Xue Yun thought that "he" was injured and a little weak, but after watching it for a while, he suddenly realized that what "she" was taking care of was probably "him" who was actually blind.

The road to the front of the bamboo house was not long, but Xue Yuan seemed to see a couple spending a whole period of gentle years here in peace and stability.

Even if there was no sound, even if the two figures were blurry, even if she didn't know the story at the time, she could still see a lot.

At first, there was still a little indifferent "he", but in the end, he slowly eased up in "her" meticulous care, and gently responded to "her" care and companionship.

Gradually, "he" would sit at the table and accompany "her" in handling herbs, would grope for "her" to pull her hair, and would open his hands when "she" leaned towards "him......

Xue Yun felt that if she could see the faces and expressions of these two vague figures, "she" at this time must have a smile in her eyes, and "he" must have hooked the corners of her mouth.

When Xiao Luo and Xue Yun walked in front of the bamboo house, they only paused for a moment, and then continued to walk up and stepped on.

There was a "squeak" sound under his feet, which was particularly clear in the quiet bamboo forest.

It was Xiao Luo who stretched out his hand to push the door open.

The bamboo door, which had not been opened for a long time, opened inward, and the light came in, reflecting the furnishings in the house, andβ€”

So far, the two clearest figures they have ever seen.

Although they still couldn't see their faces clearly, at this moment, Xiao Luo and Xue Yuan, two bystanders who had come all the way, finally confirmed that the two figures who had seen the two figures in the courtyard "gesturing" with each other had ......

Inside the bamboo house, "he" wrote something on the smooth desktop with his fingers, and "she" on the side read it quietly, and then reached out to hold "his" hand, and slowly wrote and drew on the table.

"She" is supposed to be a monk, and they had seen "her" in the courtyard before using spells.

And "he", in addition to being blind, is afraid ...... At this time, it is impossible to say and inaudible, which makes the communication between "him" and "her" become like this.

If "he" is also a monk, then he is afraid that he is seriously injured at the moment, and he will not even be able to communicate with his divine sense.

That's why "he" has that period of numbness and decadence that is almost like a walking corpse.

If there is no "she"......

Just when Xue Yun was a little surprised and sighed, the entire bamboo house suddenly shook slightly, and the fog that had originally permeated the surroundings quickly gathered and melted into a golden-red light, reflecting the originally slightly dim bamboo house, so that everything in the house was dyed with a layer of golden red dazzling light.

Xue Yuan saw the same golden-red light on Xiao Luo's chest through the clothes, flashing and flashing, and the next moment, the golden-red streamer that circled around the two of them in the bamboo house rushed towards Xiao Luo's chest.

All of a sudden, the light soared, and even stabbed Xiao Luo's side, and Xue Yuan, who was holding Xiao Luo's hand, couldn't open his eyes.

The light dissipated, Xiao Luo stood in place, holding Xue Yuan's nervous palm with one hand, and pinching the pendant that had just flown out of his neckline with the other hand, looking at the pendant that gradually dimmed as if he had fallen asleep and was no longer so dazzling, his eyes were a little empty, and even his consciousness seemed to drift away for a moment: "...... Elder brother...... I ......"

"Xiao Luo?"

Xiao Luo closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, it was already clear again. He turned his head to Xue Yun and smiled soothingly, and let out a sigh: "I'm finally ...... I know what it's called. ”

β€œ...... Kungo?"

"Hmm. Xiao Luo nodded: "Kunwu knife." ”

"Kunwu Dao ......" Xue Yun frowned and thought for a moment, but she didn't have any clue, she had never heard of Kunwu Dao.

Xiao Luo looked carefully in the empty bamboo house: "Let's go, there is nothing left, we should leave here." ”

After the golden red streamer submerged into the pendant, or rather, after it submerged into the Kunwu knife, no more human figures appeared, and everything disappeared with the departure of the light.

On the way out of the bamboo forest and out of the valley, Xue Yun asked, "The previous ...... Is it part of your knife?"

"Yes, it feels like it's far from complete, but I don't know where the rest of the parts are, and what can I do when I'm done with the knife complete. ”

Xue Yun pursed her lips, she always felt that this kind of knife that she had never heard of, and that it could be divided into many parts like this was very unusual, and she didn't know what kind of story there was. And Xiao Luo, as its owner, what kind of background does he have.

"Those two people in the valley...... Do you feel familiar?"

β€œ...... Familiar, but ...... Unfamiliar. He felt that he seemed to recognize, and as if, he didn't.

"It will be...... Are your birth parents?"

Xiao Luo hooked the corners of his mouth, and was about to answer, when he suddenly seemed to notice something, and turned his head to look in the other direction.

It doesn't look out of the ordinary, it's just ......

......

Somewhere in Cangzhou.

"Your Highness. A figure in the courtyard knelt down on one knee and whispered to a woman sitting at a stone table, "They've left there." ”

"Hmm. ”

The woman answered, and the person who had knelt down to return to the ground got up silently and left, quickly disappearing from the empty courtyard.

The woman at the stone table, who had previously been called "Your Highness", sat quietly for a long time after her subordinates left, before she raised her hand to take the wine jug on the table and refilled her empty wine glass.

The young woman's long hair was tied up high, showing eight points of ability and two points of sharpness, and her purple eyes lined her magnificent appearance with more and more brilliance, and she also carried a heaviness that did not match her appearance, and a faint coercion.

On the table in front of her, there were three wine glasses.

Except for the one in front of her that had just been filled by herself, the other two were placed opposite her. One is also full, and the elixir in the cup reflects the waning moon in the sky. The other, but empty.

Her gaze lingered for a long time on the glass full of wine across from her, and finally she turned her eyes away and sighed softly at the empty one:

"Finally...... Wait a minute. ”