Chapter 70 It’s so lonely

Peng Yi provoked Wei Shiqi in the Poisonous Spider Valley, kicked him on an iron plate, and caused him to stumble. Even the Biluo Sword was destroyed by the Zangxue Sword. Afterwards, Du Mo took action to save his apprentice's face, and he also Let it go. Of course, the Poison Sword Sect would not tell such a shameful thing, but there is no airtight wall in the world. I don’t know who leaked it. The news spread slowly like it had legs.

Everyone likes gossip, as long as it is gossip about other people. When Wei Shiqi returned to Wuya Temple in the dusk, he was not surprised when he saw Qingming sitting on the railing of the plank road, swaying his short legs and looking at him with a smile.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, we haven't seen each other for just a few days, but we have revealed such a big leak, even Shitie Zhong was alarmed! Peng Yi is really unlucky, in front of his senior brother's rolling pin, his skin and flesh were torn apart. Not counting, we have to be locked up in Pansi Cave for three years. The place is very shabby. Three years is neither long nor short. Hey, Brother Wei, are you trying to establish your authority in secret? A cruel move?"

Wei Shiqi did have this idea at the time and did not deny it, "That man is pestering Yu Yao, reckless and noisy, and does not know how to advance or retreat. If you don't teach him a lesson, he will be the target of all cats and dogs in the future. Jump out." There was something in his words. Peng Yi jumped out to stand up for Yu Yao. There was no guarantee that there was no one behind him. If he didn't suppress her this time, there would be endless trouble.

"This is a slap in the face...but you are so cruel. Not only did you destroy the Biluo Sword, even Du Mo returned home defeated."

"That was a fluke. Senior Brother Du's Five-cut Sword Qi is not easy to deal with. Fortunately, he relied on his status and only made an appointment with one sword."

"I heard that Du Mo lost a lot of things to you? I sent a storage bag to Wuyaguan, stating that it was a gift I lost to you in a sword gambling game."

"It's nothing, just some demon elixirs and spirits of six-winged water snakes. I want to iron it. The rod was smelted again. It was discounted by Tianlang Guo Kui at Jie Tianling, so I never bothered with it."

"You and Feng Huang have been working on this in the Dinglu Pit for the past few days. "What happened?"

"Yes, I just made it, and I made an appointment to test the power of the iron rod at Xiongya Cliff tomorrow." As he said that, Wei Shiqi took out the iron rod from his sword pouch. Fang Fang handed it to Qing Ming.

Qing Ming took it in his hand and looked at it. He didn’t know what trick he had used. The iron rod was slightly depressed, and the shadow of a strange snake appeared, twisting and circling, enjoying itself. "Interesting!" Qingming waved it casually a few times, like a child playing with a big hammer, kowtowing and kicking, but it was very awkward.

"This is a 'horcrux' smelted in imitation of the ancient monk's 'soul refining weapon'. The soul eye can be divided into 'virtual position', 'virtual acupoint' and 'virtual orifice'. These three The eyes are too rough to open, and can barely accommodate a powerful spirit. Let me see, two six-winged water snakes and a blood python, they are too weak!"

Wei! Shiqi didn't expect that he could recognize the soul weapon, and was very surprised. He asked a few questions, but Qingming shook his head and said that the "Soul Refining Divine Weapon" had been lost tens of thousands of years ago. He heard that the Southern Barbarian Soul Sect still had There was some lingering sound, but it was nothing special.

However, Qingming was also concerned about the Horcrux in his hand.He was quite interested and proactively suggested: "Okay, invite me to come and have a look tomorrow - by the way, if you are in such a hurry to refine this iron rod, do you want to get involved in the year-end gambling game?"

"There is no Goukan Sect this year. The head said that each sect has more One person, the Poison Sword Sect is in charge, and there are five people, so there are a total of fourteen people, two more than in previous years. Hehe, the Poison Sword Sect has lost money and has to pay fourteen prizes. I don’t know who got the advantage in the end!" He stretched out his hand. He stretched out his hand, stretched his fingers, and said in a long voice, "There are three people in the Sword Control Sect. Elder Xing recommends one person, and it probably won't be you. Elder Mo recommends one person, and it probably won't be you..."

"You need to be recommended by someone before you can participate in the gambling game?"

"Of course, the person who recommends you will have to place an extra bet. That is the gambling game of the elder clan master and has nothing to do with you."

Wei Shi Qi understood as soon as he heard it. When disciples from each sect enter the gambling game, the gambling capital will be paid by the banker. The recommender will make additional bets, and the winning or losing will be calculated separately. He asked curiously: "Does the banker draw water?"

Qingming laughed, "You also know how to draw water, haha, draw, fourteen prizes, no matter whether you win or lose, the banker will get two in the end "

Wei Shiqi nodded and asked: "Who else in the Sword Control Sect can recommend someone to join the gambling game this year?"

Qingming pointed to his nose and said: " It’s me!”

A thought flashed through Wei Shiqi’s mind, Qingming’s identity is indeed not simple! He smiled and said: "Hey, can we discuss it and let me participate in the gambling game this year?"

Qingming looked at him and asked, "How many gifts can you help me win?"

"Do your best."

Qingming stretched out her arm and patted his shoulder, "I'll wait until I see your iron rod tomorrow. If there are really two brushes, I recommend you go there. It’s okay!”

“Thank you very much.”

“By the way, you haven’t been in Wuyaguan for the past two days. Did you hear that the Pingyuan faction united with the other factions to clear the ghost gate? "The matter of Yuan?"

Wei Shiqi shook his head, and combined the efforts of all the factions to clear up Guimen Yuan. Is it true to find out the cause of Qidu's fall? Could it be that the matter has already been resolved?

Qingming said: "Qi Du, a member of the Kunpeng Sect, went to Guimenyuan to hunt down the man-faced dove. The soul lamp enshrined in the Five Views Hall of Qianren Peak suddenly went out. Ji Hongru, the leader of Pingyuan, joined forces with Li Yang and The three factions Xuantong and Yuxu went to Guimenyuan and fought with the human-faced dove and red-eyed snake for a while, but they did not find Qidu, but they discovered the whereabouts of Hou Jiangcheng."

"Hou Jiangcheng?"< /p>

"He died on the other side of the Ghost Gate Abyss. His body was eaten by monsters, and the Seven Birds Sword was missing."

"Who killed him?"< /p>

Qingming muttered: "I don't know, who knows, God knows..."

The two of them were leaning against the railing and talking. The sky was covered with thick clouds, the chill was blowing, and in the blink of an eye, snowflakes were falling. The sky was overwhelming and as thick as goose feathers. Qingming was stunned for a moment. Unable to contain his joy, he jumped out of the fence with a loud cry.Outside, disappeared without a trace.

"It's snowing..." Wei Shiqi thought thoughtfully. He suddenly remembered a long time ago. In the city where he lived, there was a heavy snowfall one year. He came to the classroom early in the morning. , it was empty with only two or three people. A girl ran in from the door with a smile and stuffed a ball of snow into his neck. It was cold and wet. How old was he then? sixteen? Seventeen? I can't remember clearly. The only thing I remember is the cold and wet feeling, and that young smiling face.

The past is like a dream, leaving only some vague shadows lingering in my heart.

Wei Shiqi buried his face in his hands, feeling sad. Life should not be repeated. Doing it again was like a game. Although he planned carefully and made fewer mistakes, it was difficult to devote himself wholeheartedly. Those young and beautiful feelings have gone away from him. In this world, he is just a passerby who should not be there. He cannot find a sense of belonging and can only go on the stage and act according to other people's scripts.

His enthusiasm suddenly waned. His previous pride was gone, and he was the only one left alone in the vast world. It’s so lonely...