In the not too large house, there are far fewer ornaments than Sikong Xi thought. On the four walls, there were half-opened and closed paper windows on three sides, and the warm sunlight that penetrated made him relax his vigilance a little, but his eyes were still fixed on Qing's idle back.

Sikong Xi could have refused Qing's invitation, but it seemed that there was something special in Qing's idle words that made him forget everything. Just as Qing idly asked to see his sword, it was impossible to resist.

Sikong Xi watched Qing idle for a long, long time, but he stood motionless at the innermost part of the house, like a long-rusted sculpture.

Sikong Xi retreated slightly, looking at the surrounding situation suspiciously, trying to find out what was wrong. But at this moment, suddenly something seemed to be crushing his body, and he threw himself to the ground. He noticed something was terribly wrong, but he couldn't hide it!

Standing in the dark corner, Qing took off the cotton clothes on his body leisurely and slowly, as if he had taken off the heavy iron armor that was cold and cold. He left only a close-fitting thin coat on his body, and walked around the room with his sword held high. In his other hand, he held a shiny jade tablet, and his mouth was reciting a very unusual language.

"God brings the book of Proverbs to redeem you. But the fool is lost. A low, powerful shout calmed everything around him. Sikong Xi could no longer hear a sound outside the house, as if he was in a no-man's land.

Qing's idle body is like a big Buddha that has been magnified dozens of times, and this humble house is undoubtedly the sacrificial ground for him to practice evil magic. The behavior of the Heavenly Master of the Northern Regions really shattered Sikong Xi's psychology, and those complicated and unsettling words were like evil ghosts that were chasing after him.

Sikong Xi stood up from the ground like crazy, and the terrible pressure couldn't suppress him for a long time after all. He struggled for only a short moment, and then broke free like a wild dog. It's not a great place to light at all, it's a place of worship, a cemetery that makes people crazy.

But at this moment, all the paper windows and the door in front of them were closed, and the sunny weather suddenly became dark, as if a large piece of ink had been splashed in. No matter how Sikong Xi beats, it doesn't have half a point.

In the pitch-black house, only the sword and the slowly rotating jade piece in Qing's idle hand were burning and glowing.

Gradually, Sikong Xi gave up all his actions and sat down in front of the door as if he had lost his soul. Just as mortals worship the gods, there is only obedience. He had expected something more frightening to come, but the words that lingered in his ears suddenly faded as suddenly as they had come.

Qing Xian was also still, and he just stopped at the innermost part of the house, staring at the sword. But at this moment, thousands of black shadows suddenly appeared around the body of the war knife, and they rushed out as if covering the entire heaven and earth.

The shadows knelt beneath him, like slaves prostrating themselves for their greatest monarch. The shadows slowly froze, and the murmurs among them grew louder and louder. Sikong Xi's eyes widened to look, and he caught a glimpse of the faceless woman inside, the child crying loudly, and the old man with a pale face, all of whom were facing on their backs, also staring at Sikong Xi.

Only then did Sikong Xi realize that those were not chanting, but roaring, the greedy swallowing sound of the evil spirits! All the black shadows finally made a move, and they all flocked to Sikong Xi, like a poisonous snake spying on its prey, suddenly opening its fangs.

Sikong Xi's body froze for a short moment, and because of fear, he had given up his senseless movements. He seemed to feel that everything in this world had changed, and that it was not a minute and a half that was contrary to the world he knew. He knew that there was a powerful creature in this world, and his arm was like the symbol of this Youya country, Fan Long. That is, the alien beasts that really exist in the wilderness of the extreme south.

Legend has it that they were born with the courage to be unsuitable. All killing and devouring each other is the way to go. It's just that due to the extremely wide and deep Luomian Sea, they can't go far out of the sea and go to the other five continents.

The fear of bursting the embankment enveloped Sikong Xi deeply, pushing everything he could endure to the limit. His teeth began to rattle, and he didn't have the slightest thought of survival!

"Get out of here!"

The sudden shouting was obviously not loud, but it swept through Sikong Xi's mind like thunder. The same is true of all the dark shadows, the identity of the predator is instantly changed to lambs to the slaughter, and they all scatter and flee in all directions as if they are facing a great enemy. But there was no place for them anywhere, and eventually they slowly dissipated.

Qing Xian opened his eyes, he stepped forward, put the war knife in his palms, and handed it to Sikong Xi, who was still terrified, with great respect, as kind as before.

"Sikong Xi," Qing smiled idly, "this is your knife." ”

Sikong Xi staggered to his feet, and before he could recover from his previous shock, the moment he held the war knife in his hand, he couldn't grasp it firmly and fell to the ground.

"Those...... What is it? ”

Qing picked up the knife in a casual manner, "What do you think it is?" ”

"I don't know," Sikong Xi paused, "I just think they almost killed me." ”

"Of course they won't kill you, after all, I'm not out of nowhere. Qing Xian stretched out his hand and grabbed Sikong Xi, "Those black shadows are not the souls I am talking about, but the undead spirits of the people killed by this knife. ”

"How?" His pupils suddenly became inky black, "Are you scared?" ”

"It's just a little bit," Sikong Xi's courage slowly grew, "I'm going to be scared to death!" ”

"The soul of this knife is dead, and the soul of devouring occupies all of this sword. It's just that there is no soul, and this knife can only be regarded as a good knife, not a famous knife. ”

"So what are you...... Who? ”

"A traveler who travels here and wants to experience being a person in the market." A smile appeared on Qing's idle face.

"Traveler?" Sikong Xi was confused.

"Of course, it can also be called a traveling scholar, but he is just a student who has neglected his talents."

"The language you just spoke...... Is it from the northern continent? ”

"Clever boy," Qing looked at him idly, "the six continents in this world, no matter what it is, it will be something that the traveling scholar needs to learn." It's not just the Soul Casting Secret Technique of the Northern Regions. ”

"This knife should have a name," he stroked the ring-headed knife in his hand, "just call it 'Yugui', it's a good name, isn't it?" It's just a pity that it doesn't seem to last long. No matter what kind of knife it is, it can't withstand the bite of time. That skill has been lost for a long time, and there is no one blacksmith who can forge that kind of weapon. ”

"What kind of skill is that," Sikong Xi asked subconsciously, "he is not afraid of the erosion of time." ”

"It's already a product of the previous generation of Dawei." Qing chuckled casually, and his faint tone seemed to tell the secret of the ages, "A generation of national players, forging master Mo Weizi is the last inheritor of the skill. Before he died, he successfully forged the first and last famous sword. ”

"Its name is called, Shen Jun." He said, "According to legend, Shen Jun's blade is black-colored, and the bead pattern on it penetrates deep into the heart of the sword, and the thin silver-gray lines are printed on the sword body, like a cloud. He is the raw material mined from the deep iron ore in Yizhou in the east, and it has been forged thousands of times in one go. ”

"A peerless ancient sword is only worthy of a peerless person." Qing muttered idly. He suddenly turned around and walked to a corner, picked up a simple rusty sword with a dilapidated shape, and placed it in front of Sikong Xi.

"This ...... This is Shen Jun? Sikong Xi was stunned and recognized the rusty sword. It was the sword that I picked up and played with in Qing's idle iron-sharpening shop a few days ago.

"But it's not ......"

"If I said it was Shen Jun, how would you feel?" Qing's idle gaze was a little playful.

"Hey, you're stupid!" Sikong Xi knew that he was being tricked, and he couldn't help but be furious, and stepped forward to snatch the rusty sword.

Different from the rough texture of the last time he played with it, the hilt of the rusty sword had extremely shallow lines that warmed Sikong Xi's hand, like a living thing, a roaring beast.

"As I said, you're smart." Qing's idle smile deepened, "And the famous sword Shen Jun can only be obtained by those who are destined." ”

"But it's just a rusty piece of broken iron!" Sikong Xi shuddered, not wanting to admit the comfort that this rusty sword brings.

"Whether it's true or not, just depends on fate." Qing glanced at Sikong Xi deeply, "Moreover, is this sword scrap iron, aren't you already holding it in the palm of your hand?" How does it feel? It's not like a normal piece of iron......"

"Why is this happening...... I didn't have this grip last time! Sikong Xi roared lowly, "Are you a traveling scholar or a missionary!" This sword is not at all the last time I saw it! You're lying! ”

But at this time, the idle foreign youth named Qing suddenly approached Sikong Xi. His eyes changed dramatically, sharpening and sharp, and the knotted muscles in his neck looked like a beast poised for strength.

"You! What do you want! Sikong Xi took half a step back, subconsciously touched the knife, but touched the void.

"Yours is a good knife, isn't it?" Qing Xian tried the blade of the battle knife, and shook the knife violently, making a low sound of "clanging".

"It doesn't matter if you lie or not." Qing Xian put the war knife on Sikong Xi's neck, "This is fair...... Isn't it? ”

"Fair? You're fooling me! Sikong Xi scolded, but his eyes trembled to look at the war knife on his neck. It was his knife, and his knife was about to become a murder weapon for someone else to kill him! He had even begun to regret why he had followed this unknown person into here, he could have relied on his patience to refuse to be idle!

"I'm just testing you...... You're probably overthinking, my friend. Qing idle lifted the rain back, "Now you have two choices. First, this war knife belongs to me, you leave here with Shen Jun, and we are destined to meet again. Second, you pay a certain amount of gold baht to redeem the sword! If you don't, I'll kill you!" ”

"What? Ransom, you say? I still have to get your own knife back? What a fallacy this is! Sikong Xi's eyes widened.

"In this troubled world, the authority is firmly controlled by the wolves, and they don't make any sense. What's more," Qing stared at Sikong Xi idlely, "I still helped you remove the flaws of this rain return, and you should receive some compensation." ”