I didn't intend to be a Fairy

This is the first thunder of the year.

"Boom..."

The spring thunder is rolling and continuous.

It was as if a huge stone rolled across the sky.

The swordsman frowned more and more, looked into the coffin behind him several times, and then glanced at the Taoist at the door.

The Taoist is not very old, and seems to be about the same as him.

Certainly looks much younger than him.

There was a bonfire in front of him, as if he wanted to save some firewood, but the fire was not too big. There was a bamboo stick and a quilt bag full of luggage. There was a cloth pocket sewn on the quilt bag, and in the cloth pocket was a three-coloured cat, which he had seen at the Liuzhou Conference a few days ago, it was beautiful, and now it stuck its head out of the cloth pocket, tilted his head and stared straight at himself.

I found out a few days ago that this Taoist is not ordinary.

When I just entered the door, although the sky was very dark, I still vaguely saw a swallow in the bird's nest on the eaves. There were also swallows in the sky a few days ago, but swallows are rare this season.

At this time, I saw the Taoist reaching into the quilt again, as if he wanted to grab something.

The swordsman narrowed his eyes slightly, until he saw that what he took out were only two steamed buns and some wild fruits, and then he relaxed a bit, but with the Taoist's movement, he caught sight of a pair of shoes in the quilt again——

It's a small pair of women's shoes, which have been worn.

This Taoist travels alone, with only a cat, and a swallow, what is he doing with a pair of girls' shoes?

Anyway, something is wrong, very wrong.

However, although a swordsman has a pair of keen eyes, he also knows the truth of "don't ask other people's affairs in the rivers and lakes, so as to meddle in your own affairs and die prematurely". No matter how powerful you are, as long as you are a nosy person, you will probably end up with a bad ending. If it wasn't for the continuous movement from the coffin behind him, he wouldn't have bothered to ask, or even talk to him. At dawn tomorrow, when the sky is big and the earth is big, who knows who?

"Boom!"

The coffin shook again.

This time it was especially obvious.

The swordsman looked at the Taoist in front of him, and saw that he was holding the steamed buns close to the fire, and his eyes were also focused on the fire, as if he was focused on waiting for the steamed buns to heat up, but he didn't notice any movement in the house.

"gentlemen."

"how?"

"Did you hear any movement in the coffin?"

"I heard."

"Why are you so calm, sir?"

"Because I already knew it."

"Is this matter related to Mr.?"

"Um?"

Song You looked up at the swordsman: "You and I are both travelers in the mountains. We passed by by chance and stayed here overnight. Why do you think it has something to do with me?"

"..."

The swordsman's expression softened slightly: "I'm taking the liberty, but how did Mr. know that he would get up?"

"Today is Awakening of Insects."

"What's the point?"

"Awakening of Insects, spring thunder suddenly moves, bursts of anger, awakens all things, stinging insects are born, and ghosts throb. If there are evil things about to be born at this time, they may be awakened by thunder. If there are ghosts who have done evil things, they will also be awakened by thunder. Frightened and confused, the two of them ran out at this time, and they happened to be killed by the thunder." Song You looked at him lightly, "The Yin Qi accumulates here, and the people in the coffin may be awakened."

"I see……"

The swordsman squinted his eyes and thought for a while, and made a judgment, so he clasped his fists together as a gesture of apology and respect: "Mr.

"It's not about being knowledgeable, it's just that you know it before your step. Doesn't your step know it now?"

"Wonderful!"

"Is it scary now?"

"Ah……"

After hearing what he said, the young swordsman relaxed instead, and continued to sit, put the long sword in front of his knees, and drank wine: "I often walk in the wilderness at night, and often stay in ruined temples and cemeteries. I always meet demons and ghosts. My pot of wine I have respected a few small mountain demon gods, and this sword has killed many ghosts and evil things..."

The tone is chic and indifferent, without any fear.

A swordsman must naturally have a fearless heart.

At this moment——

"boom!"

There was another thunderclap.

There was a muffled bang behind him, and the lid of the coffin fell to the ground, and a figure stood up from it.

I saw him half dry and half rotted, with a stooped figure, but a ferocious face, dense teeth lined with steel swords, curved claws and golden hooks, he looked like a horrifying evil.

Song You sat still, only turned to look at the swordsman.

The three-flowered cat huddled in its cloth pocket, sticking out only one head, and followed him to look at the swordsman.

The flames crackled, casting ghostly shadows on the wall.

The swordsman stood up slowly, shook his head and drew his sword.

"Cheng..."

The long sword was unsheathed, and the cold air was like frost.

When an evil thing sees a stranger, it is like a tiger seeing raw meat, it growls and immediately pounces on it.

The swordsman understated it, and greeted him with a sword.

"laugh!"

The blood was spattered, it was full of blood, it was pitch black, and the smell was unbearable.

Immediately, the head fell to the ground, and the bones rolled on the ground.

"..."

The swordsman scattered the stains on the sword casually.

Even if a newly formed demon is powerful, it is a mortal body after all, and it is not made of iron. It is difficult to cut with ordinary swords at best, so how can it stand up to this swordsman who possesses unique skills?

But at this moment, something strange happened again.

The headless body did not fall to the ground, but still turned around, facing him, the head on the ground also rolled around, opened and closed its mouth, and stared at the swordsman and the Taoist.

"well……"

The swordsman sighed and shook his head, and stepped forward holding his sword.

just for a moment—

A pile of residual limbs and rotten flesh were wriggling on the ground, while the knight Da Ma Jindao was sitting on the bench where the coffin was placed, leaning back, holding a sword in one hand and wine in the other, drinking with his head up.

But he saw lightning and thunder, showing the traces of raindrops at night, and the wind and grass were turbulent, but he remained calm.

This is the demeanor of the world's top swordsman.

It's no wonder that the Liujiang River has never been defeated.

Song You suddenly realized something——

Maybe it was not me who happened to come here today and encountered this coffin, but the swordsman in front of him. I just happened to be on the sidelines.

And this chic moment has been remembered by him.

At this time, the swordsman had finished drinking and turned to look at him:

"Sir, since you know that there is an evil thing born here, you still want to stay here overnight. Are you waiting here for it?"

"It is."

Only then did Song You come back to his senses, and while answering his words, he picked up the bamboo stick and tapped the ground twice.

"Tuk-tuk..."

The stumps and rotten flesh on the ground immediately stopped moving.

The swordsman's eyes froze again.

Be it rivers and lakes or temples, there are actually quite a few strange people and strangers. He has also seen people who exorcise demons and ghosts. There are both Buddhist masters and folk gentlemen.

Some know some basic methods, know what different ghosts are afraid of, and know how to deal with them. Some will use cinnabar to draw symbols, which have different functions. Some can also recite a few mantras, use some small spells, and some can open an altar to invite gods and spirits. In short, each has its own ability. As for which method is better, it actually depends on personal attainments.

But never seen it so easy.

It seemed that he just tapped the ground twice with a bamboo stick, did not light incense candles, did not have talismans, did not recite mantras, and did not see any clear wind and divine light, it seemed very ordinary.

The swordsman couldn't help showing a thoughtful expression.

At this time, there was another sound in front of the tent, and the stumps and pieces of meat were all on fire, emitting an unpleasant stench.

In just a few breaths, it was completely burned.

"Good swordsmanship with one step."

"Sir is also a good skill."

"I don't know where to learn from?"

"It is inconvenient to disclose."

"I took the liberty."

"Nothing." The swordsman waved his hand and continued, "Sir, you passed by here and stayed here to wait for it to appear in the world. Do you want to take this opportunity to eliminate harm for the people?"

"almost."

"But why didn't you do it at the beginning, sir?"

"Because it may not wake up, the thunder of the stinging sting only serves as a catalyst for waking up. If it wakes up and goes out of this door, Tianlei will take it away. I just need to keep it from running around. If it doesn't wake up, I will also be shocked by the power of thunder to dissipate the yin energy, and I will not wake up again, and death is the greatest." Song You shook his head, "I am thinking now, maybe it is not me who is waiting here, but you. .”

"what for?"

"There is a destiny in the dark."

There was the sound of rain sparsely outside.

Song You sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and stopped talking, only feeling the aura of this world.

The swordsman sat on the ground again, but also leaned against the wall and did not move.

But he opened his eyes, but did not sleep.

The bonfire next to it has not been extinguished. Although it is not close, there is still a temperature, which dispels some of the rainy night and spring cold.

When the evil thing got up just now, the swallows outside flew up, hovering at the door, twittering, not knowing what to call, and then the evil thing killed it, and it disappeared again.

Now that Taoist also closed his eyes, except for the small fire that was still burning in front of him, only the three-colored cat in the cloth pocket still poked its head out of it, looking at him without blinking, It seems that it is interesting to meet his eyes, or maybe there is really nothing else to do.

"Boom..."

Unknowingly, the night outside the house has turned black into ink, the thunder continues to fall, the lightning connects the sky and the earth, frantically forks, the outline of the mountains is illuminated, and countless wind and rain are also reflected. One after another, they are all very close.

Sometimes the swordsman even felt that the lightning had landed on the door, or exploded right above his head, casting the shadow of the eaves on the ground outside the door.

On the contrary, there are not many thunder and lightning in the distance.

The young swordsman couldn't help feeling suspicious for a moment——

Could it be that there is yin energy here, so it has become the focus of Chunlei's care? All the thunder and lightning from the surrounding world gathered here?

"Boom..."

This thunder and lightning is really continuous.

With such heavenly power, what monster can withstand it?

The swordsman seemed to be puzzled, pondering, and seemed to have a sense of the rapid and manic power between the sky and the earth at this moment, staring at the night outside in a daze.

This is the first thunder of the four seasons in the world. It seems that it has been stored for the whole winter. Once it erupts, it contains unparalleled power and the momentum to wake up all things, but it is full of stamina and endless. It also contains the vitality that inspires the world, which is really contradictory.

The contradiction is full of wonderful rhyme.

It seems to be enlightened, but it seems not.

Comprehend the way of the sword? It's an ethereal thing.

Martial arts in the world, whether it is boxing, kung fu, sword, gun, sword or halberd, it is nothing more than practicing more, fighting more, eating more, hard work will improve itself, and laxity will lead to regress. Ethereal things are ethereal after all, and the perception of martial arts and swordsmanship is elusive and difficult to find. If you really want to catch it, it may not necessarily improve your fighting ability.

The swordsman has heard that the martial arts of his predecessors a hundred years ago are superb, and that every move, every move, is full of momentum. Although such rumors always happened in the past, he is willing to believe that it is true.

Just like the sword in my hand——

Three years ago when I first slayed ghosts, the frost still persisted. On the contrary, as I killed ghosts again and again, it added up layer by layer. Although it is not a magic weapon now, it is easier to kill ghosts.

What else can't happen?

"Boom!"

The thunder seemed to become fierce, with such a strong oppressive force that it made people breathless, the lightning was like frost like snow, and it seemed like sword energy struck in front of the eyes, making people hold their breath.

The swordsman gradually frowned.

Where is there no thunder?

In what year is there no Waking of Insects?

Why is Ray so different tonight?

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