Fairy Desire

It has been almost ten days since the old man committed suicide, and Meng Xiang still seems to be not freed from his grief, at least those who know him well think so: If he wanted to get away, why would he keep locking himself in the room? Where?

In fact, Meng Xiang has already figured it out: unnecessary grief is useless, the key is what to do.He had already made up his mind from the moment he was unexpectedly reborn: he would never live as a wimp like his previous life, and must move forward bravely, even if the future was difficult and full of thorns, and even if he had to step forward on the bones of countless people, he would never stop.The involuntary feeling of being trampled on by someone is really too uncomfortable. He has tasted it once, and even if he dies, he doesn't want to taste it again.

During the time when Meng Xiang locked himself in the house, he had set himself a task that seemed impossible: he wanted to revive the old man and repay him for his kindness in nurturing him.

At the same time, in order to remind himself and avoid detours, he did another thing during this period of time. He carefully customized a booklet with animal skins, which recorded what his father had said , he named it "Old Man Quotations".

Although the old man was very kind to him, he didn't pamper him, he was whatever he was, and never lied to him.In the eyes of the old man, he is not very smart, he can only be regarded as slightly above the middle level among all people, and there are countless people who surpass him in intelligence.Combined with the experience before rebirth, he had to admire the old man's understanding of him, he really knew him too well.

Of course, the most important role of "Old Man Quotations" is to spur and remind him not to forget his promises and missions to be fulfilled, and not to stop because of difficulties and obstacles.

No. 12 days after the old man died, Meng Xiang was about to leave the room, and he had a reason to leave.If he still stays in the house and does not come out, a regret that has been lingering in his heart in his previous life cannot be made up for.

Just as he was recalling some wise words the old man had said that could guide him in his actions, a memory suddenly popped up from the bottom of his heart.

But before he walked out of the house, he came to his bedroom, bent down and pulled out a metal box from under the bed. There were very few things in it, only two items, all of which were left to him by the old man.

The same thing is about two inches high, in the shape of an equilateral octagonal box, but there are no seams, let alone open.About one foot square, it was dark, heavy, and slightly cool to the touch.When the old man was still alive, he had been using it as a pillow in summer.

The other is a long knife, which is much narrower than ordinary knives, and the widest part is only about three fingers. The arc of the knife is also much smaller than ordinary knives. The back of the knife is almost straight, but the back of the knife is Relatively thick, about the diameter of a chopstick.However, it does not give people an abrupt feeling, on the contrary, because of its relatively unique shape, it faintly reveals a bit of tyrannical and murderous aura.

But as long as you look carefully at the condition of the knife, it no longer attracts attention.The blade is dull and dull, and even has a lot of yellowish-brown rust. The most critical part of a knife—the blade is even more disappointing. Pulling, there will be no skin breakage, and it can be said to be blunter than a knife without a sharp edge.

Perhaps the only thing that attracted the attention of this humble knife was its weight. It weighed more than thirty catties, much heavier than ordinary knives, and it seriously didn't fit its shape.

Meng Xiang took the knife out of the iron box together with the scabbard which looked very worn out, and looked at it with a strange light in his eyes.In the eyes of ordinary people, it may be very inconspicuous, but he is very aware of its extraordinary.

The first is its tenacity. In his previous life, he brought it to another world. Although because of his status, it was impossible to see a real magic weapon, the so-called swords and swords he had access to could not do anything to it. damage.

What's even more amazing is that he once polished it to make it sharper.It took almost a month, and he spent no less than five hours on the whetstone every day, but the final result was that the blade did not change at all, and even the yellow-brown spots that he suspected to be rust spots were not sharpened. Drop one.

If this is not enough to highlight its miraculousness, then in the previous life, the uniqueness it showed in the last battle of his life, which was to avenge Xuezhu, and the immortal cultivator, was enough to make any People are surprised.

In his final blow, if it hadn't been for its great power, even if he burned his soul and squeezed out the last trace of potential in his body, it would be impossible to kill the enemy and avenge him.After all, the strength gap between them is too great, not to mention that the enemy still has a treasure armor to protect him.

Although he didn't know what kind of treasure that treasure armor was, judging from the power that changed the situation when it was hit by the long knife and the shrill scream after being broken, it was his experience again. Superficial, he also understands that the armor worn by the enemy is not simple.

Among them, Meng Xiang still had some doubts in his heart. I don't know if it was an illusion. After he controlled the long knife to kill the enemy, he seemed to feel a strange emotion erupted from the long knife, which seemed to be anger, and Also cut off something with him.He couldn't tell what it was, but in his feeling, he really cut something off.

Meng Xiang gently pulled out the long knife, looked at it, and said seriously: "Although I don't know what kind of extraordinary things you have, but since I have a chance to live again, I will definitely not bury you this time. Your sharpness."

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but after he finished speaking, he even vaguely felt a slight fluctuation from the knife, which seemed to be responding to him.But when he felt it again, he didn't feel anything, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

Meng Xiang walked out of the room with a knife in his hand, but he didn't follow the road leading to the outside of Longzhaotan directly. He wanted to make sure that the thing that caused the death of his best friend Yan Shi's family was still there.Previous experience had told him that after he was reborn, things would change. At least the middle-aged man's reward changed from two to four.

Seeing the pried open boulder, Meng Xiang smiled wryly: Although some things will change slightly, many things will remain the same.In order to prevent his good friend from finding such a troublesome thing, he hid it, but unfortunately it was stolen anyway.

Meng Xiang jumped up and down the rugged and steep mountain road, running fast, like a vigorous black panther, and like a psychic ape.

For a boulder that is one foot high, take a step, lift your foot and step on the stone, put your hands together, the human body will be flush with the top of the boulder, and then press your hands on the boulder, and the person will fly directly over the boulder. Nothing less.

The rift is one or two feet wide and requires special tools to jump over. He only needs to run a few steps and step hard on the ground with his feet, and he will fly across the sky as if he had grown wings.

Although the speed was already very fast, Meng Xiang was still very anxious. In his previous life, Yan Shi's family was killed on the road.If the small merchants who came to Longclaw Beach to sell salt smelled the stench, found their bodies, and told the village chief, they would never have known that they had been killed.

What made Meng Xiang even more sad was that due to the long interval and several heavy rains during that time, all traces disappeared.In the end, neither the authorities nor the villagers of Longclaw Beach were able to find the murderer.Yan Shi's family can be said to have died for no apparent reason.

While running fast, Meng Xiang recalled the exact location where Yan Shi's family was killed in his previous life, so as not to accidentally miss it.It's a pity, what he was afraid of would come, splashing, it started raining almost without warning, and it was getting heavier and heavier, quickly blurring his vision.

Originally, Meng Xiang took a shortcut to catch up with Yan Shi's family as soon as possible, but now it has become an obstacle for him.The shortcut he chose had fewer people take it, and the traces were very inconspicuous, and now it is even more difficult to identify after heavy rain.

Perhaps it was doomed that he could not make up for the regret in his heart. Although Meng Xiang had been extra careful, he still took the wrong path in the end.What's worse, he didn't notice it at first, until he walked a long way and was blocked by a large rift valley with a width of more than ten feet. Only then did he realize that he had made a mistake.

"Ah!" Meng Xiang couldn't restrain the surging emotion in his heart any longer, and he raised his head to the sky and let out a loud cry, but the shout soon disappeared into the boundless heavy rain.

After venting for a while, Meng Xiang's mind became a little clearer.He remembered that the old man said something that impressed him deeply, and he neatly recorded it in the "Quotations of the Old Man" - Giving up is the beginning of failure, and only persistence can lead to success.

After spending an entire hour, Meng Xiang's luck was finally not broken. After a lot of effort, he really found the right path.

Due to years of hard work, Meng Xiang's physical fitness is quite good, but after all, he is a child who is not yet 13 years old, and his physical fitness has not yet fully developed.After such a long period of high-intensity running, coupled with the anxiety in his heart, his body has gradually reached its limit.Although he gritted his teeth and persisted, the speed inevitably slowed down.

Meng Xiang swallowed a mouthful of bloody spittle, tried his best to adjust his disordered breathing, gritted his teeth, moved his legs that were swollen and tense, as if filled with lead, and increased the speed again, unfortunately he wanted to maintain the high speed. Still getting more and more difficult.

Suddenly, he heard a slight sound, which seemed to be the sound of a person whose mouth was covered, and judging from the sound, the person who made the sound should be in pain.Although the sound was too vague and passed away in a flash, it was impossible to judge whether it was Yan Shi and the others, but his whole body was excited, and his heartbeat accelerated, wishing he could rush to the place where the sound came from.However, the old man's teaching and previous life experience calmed him down.

He suddenly turned into a civet cat, and quietly and quickly approached the direction of the sound he had judged.Those branches and vines seemed to give him a way, and there was no sound from where he passed.In an instant, he disappeared among the branches and grass.