Chapter 2 Section 1

Great Yuan Dynasty. Ten miles outside the capital city, there is a vast cedar forest on Ghost Killing Hill. The night wind blows violently, the dim moonlight floats up and down under the waves of the sea of ​​trees, and occasionally night owls howl lowly in the forest, other than that, only the surging wind can be heard. A burly man and a black cat crouched at both ends of the sea of ​​trees. They were tens of meters apart, and they looked at each other for a long time without saying a word. The man's white hair was coiled behind his head like lightning, reflecting each other with his bold white beard.The years have left a mark of arrogance and domineering on the man.

The man was wearing a large black robe, and was carrying an extremely special silver gun on his shoulder. The body of the gun was slender and strong, but the tip of the gun was nine silver dragons with teeth and claws, without the usual spikes. Silver dragons have different postures, such as soaring or turning, or rolling or bending, or arrogant or repentant, or vertical or flying. Kowloon is not radiating, but a ferocious disturbance that is absolutely unbalanced. The totem of the dragon has always been a noble taboo in China. Even the Mongols, who conquered the world on horseback, followed the pattern of the Central Plains.In the capital city of the Yuan Dynasty, ordinary people used it wrongly, but they had to pay for it.

But the man's undisguised domineering aura is definitely no less than the nine shiny raptors on the tip of the gun. Although the man was smiling, his expression was surprisingly serious. The black cat sat upright, with a bright white line on its forehead across its back, until its tail was completely white. The black cat's body swayed slightly with the natural fluctuations of the sea of ​​trees, and was not shocked by the domineering aura flowing out of the man.To say that the black cat completely withstands the domineering, it is better to say that the domineering directly penetrates its body without being affected at all.

"Bai Xian'er, let's go." The man said these words slowly, with anticipation that could not be hidden in his tone. If everyone knew that Bai Xian'er was leading the army together, there would be several times more life hunters accompanying them. "Sometimes, parting ways is also a kind of courage." Bai Xian'er shook his head, speaking human words from the cat's throat. It should have been a weird situation, but it was not at all abrupt, as if it was normal for this cat to speak human language. In the faint sadness in the air, there is a burst of anger that is expanding.

"It's also a kind of courage? Some words that sound very philosophical at first glance are basically excuses for the strong to pretend to be weak. If you talk about it for a long time, no matter how powerful you are, you will become weak." The man sneered: "Bai Xianer, thousands of years Come on, the more you live, the less courageous you are, where did you run away with the courage to lead Kublai Khan's army to smash the Southern Dynasty all these years? Or, in the cat's dictionary, the meaning of the word courage is to escape?" Bai Xian'er was silent for a while, seemingly unable to refute.

In terms of age, because Jiang Gong sealed the first miracle "Longevity" in Bai Xian'er's body, it has been integrated with it. At this time, it is already a thousand-year-old old cat, and it is known as the most dreamy among the life hunters. exist. Over a thousand years old, no matter what it is, it is enough to qualify as a spirit. Trees have tree gods, flowers have flower spirits, and stones have stone demons.How amazing is the cultivation of a thousand-year-old cat. It is not surprising that it has learned to speak human language after claiming to have inherited Jiang Gong's 746 kinds of skills.

"Wu Chan, what do you think of the blood race?" Bai Xian'er sighed. "Everything should die." The man snorted. His name is Wu Chan, the descendant of the life-hunting master Wu's family. Now, one hundred and twenty-seven years old. Wu Chan's body is inhabited by a powerful "tyrant's horizontal barrier". This storm-like fate is perfect for him. Let him fight for a hundred years and be invincible, and he hardly thinks about changing to a second "fate". "For more than a thousand years, during the Qin, Han, Tang, Song and Yuan dynasties, there have been constant battles in this land. However, less than one-tenth of the wars started by blood races. In the end, it is still humans who are devouring humans." Bai Xian'er said slowly: "Humans kill dozens of times more people than blood races."

Bai Xian'er looked at Wu Chan, it understood that this close comrade-in-arms knew what he said. "Hmph." Wu Chan grinned desolately: "This is the reason you finally found out that you don't have to fight the blood race? If Mr. Jiang knew it, he would definitely want to kick your stinky dog ​​down." Cat." Bai Xian'er smiled, his eyes narrowed into a thin white line. The memories with Mr. Jiang are its happiest days. So it cannot agree with Wu Chan's words. "Xu Fu is very dangerous, let alone his strength is unimaginable." Bai Xian'er said seriously: "Kyoto has long been the sanctuary of the blood race, even if a thousand life hunters attacked in succession, there would be few survivors. Just five fingers."

There are countless blood legends about Dongying Kyoto, and some rumors are even absurd to the point of unimaginable. For example, white-fronted tigers with strange blue horns haunt temples and palaces, and the underground imperial city is guarded by more than a dozen black scaled dragons. In the night sky, huge three-headed bats can be seen blocking the moonlight. The weird sayings are all deformed monsters raised by blood clans. Some people say that it is a prehistoric creature; others say that it is a gatekeeper from hell; but no one can be sure of the truth.The life hunters and hunters who dared to attack before all paid the price in blood.

Wu Chan suddenly stood up, and Angzang's body pulled out an awe-inspiring aura. Countless leaves flew upwards, and the silver Kowloon spear opened its teeth and claws and whimpered. "I am not a thousand life hunters, and you are not a thousand life hunters." Wu Chan stared at the white line, his words clanging, "If the two of us together, if we can't go straight to the underground imperial city to kill Xu Fu, no one in this world can do it!" Bai Xian'er's body shook slightly. It is undeniable that Wuchan's heroism always shakes its will. "Perhaps, there is really no..." Bai Xian'er hesitated.

"Stinky cat!" Wu Chan yelled, "Back then we helped Temujin and killed the blood race in the Western Regions, you will never forget it!" The silver spear pointed directly at the white line, and rushed out with great vigor . With a flick of Bai Xian'er's tail, the momentum that was coming straight away instantly disintegrated and scattered in the void. "Wu Chan, my friend." Bai Xian'er said in pain but calmly: "Living is a very comfortable thing. I have learned satisfaction from people, or the cowardice you despise. I I would rather live in such a peaceful and quiet way. There will be no more challenges, no more thrilling, simply, it is the peace that a cat yearns for." The silver gun in Wu Chan's hand trembled slightly, furious. The end of anger is condensed and then condensed sadness. Wu Chan is not a warrior without brains. He strongly invites Bai Xian'er to fight side by side because he has a full understanding of the dangers hidden in the blood-dominated Japan.He doesn't care too much. But apart from cognition, Wu Chan also has a firm awareness. Bai Xian'er turned his head away, and said flatly, "Wu Chan, that's all. No one can be a hero all the time. And don't... force a cat to follow the hero all the time." Wu Chan closed his eyes, what he saw was of course darkness. The night wind blew against his cast-iron body, making him sway a little. "If this world is to be beautiful, don't always take your troubles on yourself. Old friend, you are always welcome to find me to go to the desert sweet spring. I have always missed the time when I sat next to Temujin and ate grapes from the Western Regions together." The voice of Bai Xian'er is getting farther and farther away. Gradually, the black cat disappeared at the top of the tree. There was only one huge and lonely figure left on the ghost killing hill. The silver spear disappeared in the sky, angrily chopping down a streak of white lightning. There was a loud sound, and the energy of the sound wave blew through the woods until it vibrated to the capital city ten miles away. The roar of the unknown ancient monster made the 3,000 imperial guards in the imperial city into chaos for a while, and they looked at each other in blank dismay. Ten days later, the spear appeared in the endless sea.