Dusk, sunset.

In the dense forest outside Yunzhou City, the evening breeze is still around, the fallen leaves are scattered, the fireworks are around, the meat fragrance is bursting, and there is a joyful scene everywhere.

In the cottage composed of three villages, the men used steel knives to peel the skin and bones of the blood python, threw fresh snake meat into the boiling iron pot, and watched the meat pieces tumble in the boiling water, happy as children.

There were four people around a bonfire in the center of the cottage, three of whom were dressed in fine satin and did not look like bandits, and the other was in a coarse linen shirt, no different from the rest of the village.

These four people are Han Chuang, Lin Ping, Wuming, and Jin Sanfu. That day, at the time of crisis, Han Chuang was surrounded by flames, and when everyone thought he was about to die, he suddenly stabbed out a sword, and the blood python was seven inches away, the red light shone, and the powerful demon beast fell to the ground in the incredible gaze of everyone.

Han Chuang also fell into a coma, and after two days and one night, he woke up, which relieved the others who had been worried about him. It was the first dusk he woke up to, and the villagers of the three villages were happily preparing the all-snake feast to repay the benefactor who saved them.

Demons eat people, people eat demons, this world is like this.

"How the hell did you stab that sword, it's obvious that you're out of strength, why do you still have such ability. Lin Ping, who has always been silent, is constantly asking Han Chuang questions at the moment.

Everyone nodded their heads, just like Lin Ping said, in their opinion, Han Chuang had already lost, but in the end, he won inexplicably.

Only one sword, a mediocre sword without true qi, and not even much strength, as if the powerless struggle of a dying person, but killed a terrifying demon beast, which could not help but be frightened by others.

Maybe they can explain it by hitting the vital point, but obviously it can't be explained, just imagine a sword without any true qi to pierce the skin of a blood python, even the softest lower abdomen, it seems impossible.

Han Chuang shook his head suspiciously, pondered for a moment, and said, "Can I say that I don't know either?"

The crowd shook their heads in disbelief.

Han Chuang rolled his eyes, spread his hands, and said helplessly: "I knew it would be like this, to be honest, you will not believe it, but this is the case, and I don't know how I did it." After saying that, he lowered his head and played with the snake meat in the pot with an iron brazing.

Regardless of everyone's doubts, Han Chuang himself was also puzzled, it stands to reason that he is already weak, but he can defeat the demon beast, there is only one possibility, and it is also the most special thing about the swordsman.

When the mysterious man taught me swordsmanship, he once told me that swordsmen are not a bunch of fools who can only rush and fight with true qi, did I inadvertently realize something?

He thought back at the moment, but found that the scene at that time was vague, especially the ordinary, but wonderful sword, which was even more nowhere to be found.

"Maybe it's a miracle. He muttered quietly.

At this time, the man in charge of handling the corpse of the blood python in the distance suddenly let out an exclamation: "What do you think this is?"

Everyone followed the sound, only to see that the originally majestic blood python had been disemboweled, and a blood-red bead was lying quietly in the abdominal cavity, which was the location where Han Chuang stabbed with a sword.

"Do you know what that is?" asked Wuming, but the target of the inquiry was his kind of Jin Sanfu who didn't like his eyes.

I have to say that the mystery of the human relationship, I used to shout and kill, but because of living and dying together, the relationship between the two has been eased, but at this moment, there is no tension.

Jin Sanfu dragged his fleshy chin, thought for a moment, and said uncertainly: "This thing, this thing is a little like the vermilion fruit in the northwest, and some like the red pearl of the East China Sea, but they are all a little different, can you let me touch it?"

Wuming nodded in agreement, the man in charge of disemboweling dug out the politician's blood-red beads, strangely enough, the blood python was dripping with blood in the abdominal cavity, but there was no trace of blood on this bead, to be precise, when it was out of the blood soaking, the blood stains that should have been attached to the surface turned into blood beads and rolled down.

Where has the sturdy man ever seen such a strange thing, as soon as his hands shake, the beads are about to fall to the ground, Han Chuang's eyes are quick, and he generally catches it, only to feel that the beads are cold in his hand, and the surface does not seem to be as smooth as what he sees.

He took the blood bead in his hand and looked at it again, only felt weird, but he couldn't say why, and finally handed it to Jin Sanfu.

"Sanfat, you are well-informed, see what this thing is?"

Jin Sanfu held the beads in his palm, turned around a few times, looked at it again and again, and said uncertainly: "I don't know what this thing is, but it's definitely not Vermilion Fruit and Red Pearl, I've seen both of these things, but I haven't seen this thing." ”

Han Chuang's eyes flashed with a look of disappointment, among the four of them, only Jin Sanfu was well-informed, and the others were just leopards from Yunzhou, since Jin Sanfu had never seen them, it was even more impossible for them to know.

"Don't have a clue?" Han Chuang asked suspiciously.

Jin Sanfu nodded and shook his head, and pondered for a long time before he spoke: "I have some clues, but I am not sure." ”

"Let's talk about it. Han Chuang stared at Jin Sanfu and said, at this time, it is better to have a clue than not to have a clue.

Jin Sanfu turned the bead in his hand a few times, and said: "You see the bead, no matter from any point of view, it is a standard round ball, with a rough feel and uniformity, how can something that is born and raised be like this, if I am not wrong, this must be artificially made." ”

"Artificial?" Wu Ming said, "Who can make a standard round ball?" Although Wu Ming has not seen much, he has also seen the jewelry craftsmen in the General Military Mansion, even the group of craftsmen who claim to be the best in Yunzhou should not say that they can polish jewelry into standard round balls.

The fat meat trembled on his face, and Jin Sanfu said arrogantly: "The world is so big, there are no surprises, there will always be someone who has the ability to make a standard round ball ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by another voice: "Can I see this, this thing?"

Lin Ping, who had always expressed any opinions, stared at the blood beads in the fat man's hands upright, and the excitement in his heart could be seen from his chaotic breathing.

Not only did Jin Sanfu never see Lin Ping's expression so longing, but Han Chuang, a person who was relatively familiar with him, had never seen it, he had always thought that Lin Ping had nothing else in life except for the knife, but now it seems that he is a little biased.

"It's like a real human hemp. Han Chuang smiled and nodded, secretly saying in his heart.

"Give it to him. He said.

Jin Sanfu nodded suddenly, handed the blood bead to Lin Ping, Lin Ping took it carefully, and as soon as the bead was in his hand, he saw the red light in his palm, reflecting his face.

"What is this?" Han Chuang was surprised, the wooden sword was unsheathed and clenched tightly in his hand, for fear that something would happen.

But seeing Lin Ping swallow his saliva, his shocked gaze swept over the faces of the four people, and said tremblingly: "If, if I guess correctly," he closed his eyes slightly, and soon opened them suddenly, and said loudly: "This thing should have something to do with me!"

In fact, there is no need for him to say, just the brilliant red glow everyone knows that this thing is related to him, but what is the specific relationship, he doesn't say, no one knows.

Lin Ping swiped his right hand, and the red light suddenly dissipated, and the originally blood-red beads turned into ink, losing their normal brilliance.

Han Chuang stared at the bead, and a strange feeling arose, as if a familiar thing was in front of him, but he felt strange.

"Tell me, what the hell is this?" he said.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Lin Ping, but they saw him frowning, showing a thoughtful look, and everyone didn't bother, just stared at him like this.

After a while, with Lin Ping's sigh, he finally spoke faintly: "I guess you have already guessed some." ”

The expressions on everyone's faces were different, thinking of Lin Ping's strange performance, they did guess something, but at this time, there was only one person who was suitable to speak.

Everyone turned their attention to Han Chuang.

Han Chuang nodded, and did not beat around the bush, of course he didn't let go: "Lin Ping, if I guessed correctly, the blood-drinking sword martial soul should not be born." ”

Lin Ping sighed, nodded, and said, "Although I have amnesia, I clearly know that my martial soul is not born, but acquired. ”

Before he finished speaking, he heard Jin Sanfu clamoring: "How is this possible, the martial soul will be produced the day after tomorrow?"

Although the others didn't say anything, their expressions were also very strange; martial souls are born and raised, this is the common sense of the Shenzhou Continent, maybe some martial souls have not yet awakened and are hidden in the body, but there will never be such a thing as an acquired martial soul.

It's like making something out of nothing, even if he is an immortal, he doesn't have this kind of ability, but Han Chuang, who has experienced the crossing, clearly knows that not only Lin Ping, but even his devouring martial soul is also acquired.

There are two martial souls out of nothing, and no one knows what this means.