Chapter 35 No Night
The golden ginkgo leaves fell from high above onto the center of the chessboard, following the wind's trajectory.
The young man with a long sword on his waist sat upright on the mat, thinking carefully about the meaning of the situation on the chessboard and where the next move should be made.
It was not until the third ginkgo leaf fell that the boy raised his head and looked at the man across the chessboard.
There was a hint of laziness between the man's eyebrows. He leaned leisurely against the tree trunk, and in his slightly narrowed eyes, one could faintly see the thunder hidden in them.
"General?"
Yan Qing looked at Jing Yuan suspiciously as he was lost in thought, wondering if the general had finally failed to find an opportunity to steal the chess piece this time and was thinking about how to find a good excuse to run away.
"It's okay," Jing Yuan picked up a chess piece with his fingers, and blew away the three ginkgo leaves the moment he dropped the piece. "It's just that I haven't heard the sound of Wuye being unsheathed for a long time."
"No night?"
Yan Qing hesitated for a moment and murmured, "General, are you talking about the ownerless sword?"
"Wu Ye..." A brief flash of reminiscence flashed across Jing Yuan's eyes, "That's a good story."
"General."
Jing Yuan ended the chess game after he finished speaking, and when he turned around and left, he did not forget to throw the chess piece in his palm back onto the chessboard.
"General, you stole the chess piece again!"
"I've said it so many times, this is called a surprise attack."
Jing Yuan left with a smile, his eyes under his bangs always looking at the sky, as if he was crossing the obstacles of the universe and seeing the scene of the black sword being unsheathed again.
Not far away, a petite pink-haired figure appeared as expected, which was also expected.
"It seems that Fu Qing has been waiting for a long time."
"General, you should also know why I am here."
"Well... when Wuye is unsheathed, you can naturally feel it," Jing Yuan nodded slightly, "If Fu Qing still has doubts, why don't you trust what Bu Suan has seen?"
Fu Xuan clenched his right fist tightly, and a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes.
"I don't want to believe it."
I no longer believe it.
...
...
The name of the sword is Wu Ye.
According to legend, this is an unfinished sword forged by Baiye Yingxing. The sword body is completely black, and even if placed in a pile of firewood, it would be no different from a firewood stick.
The hilt of the sword is carved with dragon patterns but has never been filled with color. Only by killing the enemy can it add a deep bloody color.
Dan Heng knew that this sword and Jiyun were both made by Ying Xing, and that they were the weapons he took with him when he left Luofu. This experience was quite mysterious.
Wuye once had a master, and left a moment of brilliance in Luofu's history, but it was fleeting.
This ownerless sword appeared outside Dan Heng's door.
"I will help you leave Luofu, but you have to do one thing for me."
Dan Heng never saw the owner of the voice. There was only the sword box containing Wuye placed outside the door. The voice said lightly: "When you see someone who is qualified to hold this sword, give it to him."
"I will know it by then."
The voice soon disappeared. After hesitating for a moment, Dan Heng put the sword box on his back and took Jiyun away from Luofu.
From the first moment he saw An Ming, Dan Heng had a sense of disharmony. At first he didn't know why, until Xing held the bat in his hands and An Ming had empty hands.
It turned out that what was missing was a weapon.
Dan Heng found an excuse to leave the team temporarily, returned to the train and took out the sword box that had been sealed for a long time from the think tank's room.
From the first moment I saw An Ming, for no reason at all, I just felt that he should have such a sword in his hand.
Just as Clipper's hammer will never stop and the journey of exploration has no end, everything happened naturally and Dan Heng took Wu Ye off the train.
An Ming held the Wuye thrown by Dan Heng. It was so natural and it was supposed to be so from the beginning.
The sword was so black that it could not even reflect any light, as if it was the darkest night before dawn, without a single ray of light.
At the moment of activating the Blood Rage, An Ming could feel the blood deep inside his body gradually boiling. Different from the burning life of driving the Molten Knight, the Blood Rage ignited all the blood in the body, erupting with power beyond the limits of the human body.
Holding the hilt of the sword was like holding the hand of an old friend. Although I had no memory of it, my body moved very smoothly.
The sword never comes out of its sheath.
The sword blade, as gorgeous as moonlight, pierced through the clouds, came out of its sheath, and slashed across.
"cut!"
The emotion of cutting off the enemy in front of him burned, and the will of the world attached to the tip of the sword, flowing out of the blade like clear moonlight. With a violent roar, the huge Doomsday Beast fell to the edge of the platform.
The lingering moonlight still flows on the sharp sword marks, like the only moonlight in the darkest night.
"?"
Ms. March 7th turned her head stiffly, and after confirming that it was An Ming standing there, she rubbed her eyes and put away her bow and arrow with some exhaustion.
"Oh... I told you I shouldn't stay up late. I'm already hallucinating."
As soon as the head appeared, it appeared as if I was dreaming. It was diagnosed as hallucination caused by staying up late.
Xing silently lowered her head to glance at the baseball bat in her hand. She didn't know why she felt she had fallen behind. When she was still thinking that rules were meant to be broken, the other person had already killed her in seconds with a single sword.
"So... you are the Emperor of Heaven."
She sighed and thought that she might as well make her own decision in her next life, as this life was a bit unpredictable.
Ji Zi looked at the two stunned people and sighed helplessly, silently summoning the orbital cannon to finish off the enemy. The Doomsday Beast just fell asleep and was not really dead.
The rays of destruction fell from above the universe, giving the Doomsday Beast lying on the ground a full body spa, ending the farce and initially alleviating the threat to the space station.
An Ming has been standing there since he made that sword strike. Something vaguely seems to be emerging in the depths of his mind, but he just can't remember it and can only see a blurry picture.
He saw a pink-haired girl with her face blurred by mist kneeling on the ground, clutching his hand tightly and crying bitterly, but no sound could be heard.
"System, where are you?"
An Ming cursed at the air, "This guy doesn't care about after-sales service at all. He just ran away after simulating once? What a scumbag system, right?!"
How can there be such an irresponsible system? Believe it or not, he will go to the Universiade Crossing Center to complain about you!
"I understand."
Just as An Ming was denouncing the scumbag system for being irresponsible, San Yueqi took out a pair of round-frame glasses from somewhere and put them on his face, staring at An Ming with wise eyes that could see through all the truth.
"I understand completely, An Ming, you are so scheming."
"No, what do you know?"
An Ming looked at the nervous March Seven with a confused look on his face. It couldn't be that the sword just now had damaged some nerve of Ms. March.
"Your name is An Ming. You usually pretend to be an author who is good at writing succubus novels, but your real purpose is to show your skills at the critical moment, save the beauty, gain our trust, and sneak into the train group!"
The more San Yueqi talked, the more he felt that it made sense. Xing, who was standing by, nodded vigorously, not knowing what was going on. He asked seriously,
“When will you write “Succubus Star”?”