The blade of ice is no worse than steel, and the reason for this is probably that the person who wields the knife is somewhat capable.

The crisp sound of collision continued, and the swords and swords flickered. In the distance sat a girl, her eyes wide with curiosity, and she was the only spectator of this peculiar contest. The two figures collided, staggered, and pulled out a long distance.

The girl clapped her hands. In this rhythmic applause, the Immortal Moon Monarch flipped his wrist and snatched the forward tilted sword back in his direction. In the process, the ice sword melted into a puddle of water and sprinkled on the ground in front of him. His sword technique is not professional, and his sword technique has no sense of rhythm at all. In the battle just now, he didn't use witchcraft to cheat.

Tang He's breath was unstable, and he was calculated twice by someone's hexology, but all the rest was parried. He quickly calmed his rapid breathing and sheathed the knife. If he didn't know what kind of cunning character was on the other side, he would definitely doubt his strength without cutting off a single hair.

"Knife skills need to be improved, Tang Gongzi."

"Give me back."

"Huh? Did you find out? Immortal Moon Jun threw away the peace buckle that he had stolen at some point, and Tang He caught it, "Isn't it just a jade ring, so attentive." I don't know, I thought it was a priceless treasure like Tianxiang jade. ”

"Are you sure the recipe is right?" He asked, "Roselle is the last thing you want?" ”

"Except for the incense burner, it's the last medicine."

Jiang Doudou looked at them blankly. She was always very well-behaved, and she didn't shout when she was hungry, but it was hard for her to feel hungry - she used to be able to eat, and she had a good meal at home, but it was a little less. But she was hungry in the bandits' den, and she had problems with her stomach, and now she is not sensitive to hunger. If she doesn't eat for too long, she will start vomiting sour water. But now she hardly felt hungry, and she was able to eat every meal, and she was fatter than when she was first picked up. It's just that this kid doesn't like to eat green onions, even if she chops them into pieces, she can pick them out for you. She makes chopsticks less neat and faster with spoons.

She doesn't even like to eat green onions, which makes Tang He have an indescribable feeling.

The last time I felt this way was about a few years ago. Tang He remembers that it was a snowy day, and he spent the night with Tengu in an unoccupied wooden house. Outside the house is goose feathers and heavy snow, and inside the house is a warm fire. The tengu curled up by the stove and breathed evenly, the firelight shining its black fur. He leaned quietly on a bench and looked out the paper window at the shadows of the snow.

The ground on the other side of the room was soaked in blood, and several corpses lay lying on their feet. Some of the corpses were missing arms and legs, and they were eaten by the tengu. It didn't seem to be very hungry, so it wasn't eaten clean. They are the bandits here, and they are spurned by the villagers below. Kill them, and when the heavy snow passes, Tang He can exchange their heads for bounties and become the hero of the village. But it didn't matter, both honor and scolding were left behind him. Carrying these things around the rivers and lakes is cumbersome.

At first, he was surprised to find out that Tengu could transform into a human form, perhaps because the first thing it ate was the corpse of the Dalpet. He often made it look like a sister, except that it looked unhealthy, and the hair and claws were still almost indistinguishable. And then he doesn't, and he goes into a kind of confusion. He knew that he had to tell himself the fact that Tang Yu was dead at all times.

What if she could live?

He will always remember that fire. The demons attacked the town where he and his sister were staying, devouring everything. The darkness of the night was as clear as daylight by the firelight, and the collapse of houses was mixed with the screams of people and demons, as if it were a hellish scene. A huge mountain of youkai trampled over the house where the siblings lived, and the moment the pillar-like feet left, he galloped into the collapsed house. There was fire all around, and he was picking up bricks in vain, and his hands were covered with blood.

Tang He had seen fires many times after that, and he had let go of fires many times, but they didn't burn as hotly that day.

There was only red in his eyes.

Until the last brick was removed, revealing a broken, torsophyllous corner, the humming of his brain left him with nothing but blackness in front of him.

Before despair devoured him, a huge black dog demon descended from the sky, like a thunderbolt.

Tang He had forgotten what he was feeling at that time—or not at all. He couldn't read anything. That day, in front of him, the dog fished Tang Yu out of the ruins with his hard beak, raised his head, and swallowed it whole, and the hair at the corner of his mouth was still bloodstained. After that, thick clouds rolled and thunder roared, and it rushed out of this piece of broken bricks and tiles, slaughtering all the monsters that trampled the town.

When Tang He came back to his senses, the huge tengu stopped in front of him, his face radiant. It was raining heavily, but it didn't wet its fur at all. The rain brought the fire down, and the surviving townsfolk poked their heads out and looked in amazement at the pale boy and the only remaining youkai who came out of nowhere.

Whether he is regarded as the initiator or everyone's savior, Tang He knows that he can't stay here anymore.

He then slowly learns about the tengu and his own bloodline, and remembers the words his mother had said, and he tries to explain the tengu's behavior at that time. This is probably a sacrifice, a kind of trade, at the cost of the bones of one's own loved ones, or even a part of oneself, to awaken the sleeping tengu contract in a strong emotion, so that it has the power to fight against a hundred. He was not relieved to learn that there were many people in the world who had the same bloodline as him, and who had the blood of the summoning tengu. And Liangqiu Muwan, that woman, she is very weak and a waste.

He constantly lets it kill and eat people. He honed himself, in various ways, with all kinds of martial arts masters, he walked over the ropes of the cliff, drenched over the waterfall of 100 meters, through the forest full of miasma, between humans and demons regardless of life and death.

He hated people because they killed his father and mother; He hated youkai because they killed his sister.

He hated all things, and hated that there was nothing in the world that he loved so much.

On that snowy day, he looked at the sleeping tengu, obviously very calm in his heart, but he couldn't sleep. When it kills demons and kills people, it doesn't have any temperament at all. Even the Tang Duck that it transformed into was full of a strong murderous aura.

"Ahu?"

He would say that from time to time. Tengu's ears twitched, and he always reacted to the salutation.

Who are you?

No, what the hell are you?

It's a question he doesn't care about answering.

The appearance of the tengu human is not like a god, and Jiang Doudou is a god-like shape.

He wanted a result of the unity of the divine form.

Do whatever it takes to do this.

In this world, he can only live for himself. He had to be stronger, more cold, invulnerable like steel, so that nothing could move him anymore. In the world, it is farther than the abyss, more secluded than the darkness. Since both humans and demons have left him with no way out, he must use his body as a blade to carve out a bloody path for himself.

Tang He spent many years diluting this unnecessary illusion and allowing himself to erase unnecessary doubts about Tengu. The doubt may have been killed, or it may have been hidden. He had already decided that the Tengu was just a youkai, a weapon, a means for him to pave the way for himself. Now in the face of Jiang Doudou, probably the reincarnation of Tang Yu, those feelings still have no unnecessary signs.

She's just a tool, just a material, and it's for Tang Yu's return.

Probably.

"Do you want to eat?"

He asked casually. Jiang Doudou shook his head.

Probably feeling bored, Immortal Moon Jun turned to leave. He never asked what this Six Realms of Impermanence was going to do, because it was unnecessary, and it had nothing to do with him. He is not always there, but he will not come in vain. Either bring some interesting news, or bring some nonsense that he doesn't like to hear. In the eyes of Immortal Moon Jun, Doudou is indeed an "object", just like all the raw materials of the rejuvenating incense he carries, he is actually not interested.

"Bringing children" is easier than imagined, of course, it may be limited to sensible children like Doudou. It's like receiving an extra cat or dog, but it's also obedient. For Doudou, the one who can keep her fed and clothed is a good person. Tang He was not afraid that he would have any special affection for her, but he was a little worried about this reverse situation. Just like what the Immortal Moon Jun said, not to mention the butcher, even ordinary herdsmen, in front of the little lamb who trusts and likes them the most, the hand that raises the butcher's knife will hesitate.

Besides, she didn't know how to run at all.

Sometimes when Doudou was tired from traveling, he would let her sit on the back of the tengu. That's probably a kind of "honor", after all, there has never been a second person except him who has this treatment.

The sky was bright, and they went to the depths of the Cuiping Beach. He wanted to leave Doudou in the nearest village, but even then it was too far away. He dared to put her in a place where no one was there for a long time, but he didn't dare to put her in the crowd, that was the most dangerous.

Cuiping Beach is quiet, only the sound of wind and grass. The sun had not yet risen in the east, but the sky was already bright. There were gray impurities floating on the pond, and he didn't know what kind of plant it was, only that it was dangerous and would fall into the water. After walking for a long time on this quiet grassy beach, I didn't see a trace of any animals. There was a small shadow ahead, a bird far away in the sky.

Immortal Moon Jun said that Roselle sand is the seed of a plant, but he didn't tell him what it was like and where it grew. He suspected that he did it on purpose. Not to mention roselle sand, the incense burner is like looking for a needle in a haystack. It doesn't look like anything man-made exists, and if there is, it's mostly rotten houses.

He stopped in front of a room, which was relatively intact. The water had overflowed the steps in front of it and extended into the house.

Doudou asked, "Where are we going?" ”

She doesn't have much to say on weekdays, and if she asks, she probably feels bored.

"Find something."

Before Doudou could ask what it was, two red dots of light flashed in the pitch-black room.

"Looking for what?"

A gloomy voice came from the room.

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