Chapter 262 Soul of the Sword

"Look at it. I'm going home." Kan Cangyue said to Jiang Hanye when she looked at the ancestral hall.

"Oh, okay, go ahead, I'm going to find a ghost nest." Jiang Hanye nodded and said, "It's just that where will we meet later?"

"That's it. There is only one place in the village that can barely make people settle down." Kan Cangyue said.

The two agreed on the meeting place and went to do their own things. Kan Cangyue went home to find something, while Jiang Hanye began to look for the cave in the village ancestral hall and on the mountain behind, because according to You Yan, she remembered that the ghost's nest should be in a dark and wet cave, where there was a huge Spider web.

The ancestral hall is not big, and you can walk around it twice. After Kan Cangyue left, Jiang Hanye carefully visited the neighborhood, and it did not fall in every corner, even the small house where the demon refining pot used to be.

"It seems that the place I'm looking for has nothing to do with here. Why don't you go to the mountain and have a look?" Jiang Hanye thought secretly.

Just do what you say, and Jiang Hanye left the ancestral hall and walked to the back mountain.

The back mountain of Jiuli Village is very high. Unlike Woniu Mountain, this is a really steep mountain. Such a deep mountain, not only for people, is difficult for birds to fly in. The whole mountain is behind the village, like a well-guarded barrier that isolates Jiuli Village from the world. No wonder many people are not familiar with it.

There are many thorns at the foot of the mountain, and there are many trees on the mountain. Seeing that the road was difficult, Jiang Hanye pulled out the Xuanyuan sword and prepared to open the way. Unexpectedly, as soon as he pulled out the sword, he felt that the sword in his hand was dishonest. It seemed to be attracted by something, shaking fiercely, more specifically, twisting. In fact, not only the Xuanyuan sword is twisting, but also Jiang Hanye's ear is full of a humming sound, as if some metal is buzzing.

"What's going on?" Jiang Hanye was standing at the foot of the mountain at this time, and the village was not far behind him. He was curious when Kan Cangyue suddenly appeared.

"What are you doing?" Kan Cangyue's face was anxious and worried. She was suddenly interrupted halfway through the work, precisely because of the voice in the village.

"I didn't do anything. I was about to go into the mountain. Who knew this kind of thing happened." Jiang Hanye answered innocently, and he still held the Xuanyuan sword in his hand.

"What is that?" Kan Cangyue condensed her eyes on the Xuanyuan sword in Jiang Hanye's hand, and she stared at the sword and asked.

"Sword..." Jiang Hanye said, it's not that he doesn't trust Kan Cangyue. In fact, he doesn't want more people to know that Xuanyuan Sword is in his hands for fear of causing a bigger disturbance. In fact, Jiang Hanye has also made up his mind to return the sword to the master's wife as soon as this matter is settled. After all, this is something from Wanjian Villa and should belong to the descendants surnamed Ji.

"Naturally I know it's a sword!" Kan Cangyue couldn't help but be angry when she saw that Jiang Hanye was still covering up, "I ask you what kind of sword it is!"

"Xuanyuan..." Jiang Hanye said.

"What? You actually took Xuanyuan Sword to Jiuli Village? Do you know what the consequences will be?" Kan Cangyue couldn't help taking a breath of cold breath when she heard Jiang Hanye say so, and her face became paler.

"Miss Cangyue, what the hell is going on?" Jiang Hanye was a little surprised to see Kan Cangyue's serious expression, "Why is there such a sound?" Why does Xuanyuan Sword twist violently here?

"You hold it, don't let go!" Kan Cangyue said, "Don't you know my origin? Do you know why Jiuli Village is called Jiuli Village?

At this time, Jiang Hanye suddenly realized: "Yes, Jiuli Village is Jiuli Village. You are the Jiuli ethnic group and the descendants of Chiyou..."

"Thanksmen, you are still a smart person, and you can't even think of this!" Kan Cangyue said, "The owner of this sword once had a quarrel with my ancestors. Our two families are at odds, but now you have brought this sword here, won't it arouse the anger of my ancestors?"

Jiang Hanye sighed, yes, he would understand such a simple truth with a little thought, but he actually made such an easy mistake. Damn it.

Seeing that Jiang Hanye was also blaming herself, Kan Cangyue's tone eased. She looked at Jiang Hanye and said, "Forget it, what's the use of scolding you? Put away your sword so that nothing bad will happen later.

"Hmm." Jiang Hanye struggled to control the sword and stuffed it into the scabbard. However, the sword seemed to be extremely angry. Seeing that Jiang Hanye wanted to lock himself back in the scabbard, he shook more far away. He unexpectedly cut through his tiger's mouth, and blood then flowed out, dripping on the ground and falling on the body of the sword.

It is reasonable that such a small wound should not be very painful, but Jiang Hanye couldn't hold the sword painfully. The Xuanyuan sword fell to the ground with its sheath and was caught in mid-air by his left hand, but at this moment, his face became extremely pale because of pain, whiter than Kan Cangyue, and his left eye was also It became red in an instant.

Kan Cangyue couldn't help but be a little surprised to see his appearance, but she was more worried. She hurried forward and looked at Jiang Hanye's injured hand: "Are you all right?"

"Smile!" Jiang Hanye originally wanted to say that it was okay, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't help stinging because of the pain, "It's okay!" He said reluctantly.

"Why is it all right? If it's okay, will it hurt like this?" How could Kan Cangyue believe his 'nist'? She pulled his arm and walked to the village and said, "Come back with me. Let's find out what can cure you."

"It doesn't matter. There is no need for medical treatment." Jiang Hanye looked at his tiger and said.

"If it really doesn't matter, will you hurt like this?" Kan Cangyue looked up at him.

Jiang Hanye stopped talking. Somehow, in front of Kan Cangyue, he always felt like a naked newborn baby, like a child who knew nothing, which was an involuntary weakness. He just looked down at the sword in his hand. He was surprised that the hatred between Chiyou and Emperor Xuanyuan was in the time of the flood. What resentment could make them feel so tense even if they had been apart for so long, even if they met with magic weapons?

Following Kan Cangyue to re-enter the village, they followed the overgrown path into an alley and turned into an ordinary house. Seeing that this yard is no different from other families, Jiang Hanye was thinking at that time, "Will this be Cangyue's home?"

"Come in!" Kan Cangyue stood in the yard and said to him, "This is my home."

"Oh." Jiang Hanye raised his foot to enter. Although the yard was dilapidated and the walls were full of dark burn marks, if you look carefully, you can still see its original appearance. This should be a very interesting small yard. On the left side of the yard is a row of rooms, with three green brick flower beds in the middle. The floor is paved with bluestone slabs. There is a pomegranate tree against the wall on the right. Under the tree, there is a stone table and four stone stools. There is a chessboard engraved on the table. At that time, the owner of the courtyard loved to play games.

What is strange is that the whole village was burned down by a fire, including this yard, but the pomegranate tree is still green and lush, as if it had not experienced anything. It's late autumn now, and there are still a few fruits hanging on the tree, but because they have not been picked for a long time, those pomegranates have shrunk.

Kan Cangyue walked straight to the pomegranate tree and pointed gently. A light moonlight shot at the table. The table actually split, revealing a gap in the middle, with a black burden inside. She took out the burden and took out many medicine bottles from it. After picking and picking, she came to Jiang Hanye with a red medicine bottle.

"Give me your hand." Kan Cangyue said.

"Oh." Jiang Hanye honestly stretched out his hand.

Kan Cangyue took his hand, opened the bottle, and poured the medicine surface on the wound. It was a bright red powder. It fell on the dried blood stain and immediately made a creak like burning, and there was a white smoke coming out of the blood. When the medicine touched the wound, Jiang Hanye couldn't help shouting in pain. One voice: "Ah!"

"Hevere!" Kan Cangyue Road.

The medicinal batter is on the wound, emitting burning heat, but it is only a moment. The burning heat is cool. After cooling down, the wound actually does not hurt, and it is healing quickly. Jiang Hanye can even see the healing process.

"It's much better now. Thank you very much." Jiang Hanye moved his injured hand and said to her.

"Don't thank me." Kan Cangyue stuffed her head and put them back inside the table. Then she reached out and took out a booklet that looked very old. This kind of booklet is usually used by large families or shops for accounting.

"What is this?" Jiang Hanye asked curiously.

"The book written by my father, Jiulipu." Kan Cangyue replied.

"Jiu Lipu?" Jiang Hanye was even more curious. He really wanted to know what was written in this book. Xuanyuan's sword was very heavy. When he lifted it with one hand, his hand would be sore for a long time, so he put the sword on the table.

"No!" Kan Cangyue saw it and immediately shouted, "Don't you have a long memory? Don't let this sword have any contact with this land.

Jiang Hanye immediately put away the sword and put it in the universe bag. At the same time, he asked, "Is there really such an evil door?"

"What do you think?" Kan Cangyue asked back.

"I'd rather not be so evil." Jiang Hanye said the truth.

Kan Cangyue didn't say anything. She just flipped through the Jiuli spectrum in her hand. It seemed that she was very familiar with the book, and the old marks on the book also confirmed the frequency of its reading. Jiang Hanye sat quietly. He knew that it was better not to disturb Kan Cangyue now.

"There is!" Kan Cangyue said with some surprise.

"What is it?" Jiang Hanye was also infected and asked in surprise.

"About the walking corpse, about the seven worlds." Kan Cangyue said that she pointed to a page of the book. Jiang Hanye stretched out her head and looked at it and frowned. The font on the page was not like Middle-earth at all, and the sketch was like an earthworm and tadpole, which could not be recognized at all.

"Ha ha, this is the ancient script of our Jiuli family. Historically known as Jiuli, also known as Chi You. Don't underestimate it. It is so old that it is comparable to the world." Kan Cangyue saw Jiang Hanye's doubts and said with a smile. Only then did he find that she was so beautiful when she smiled.

"What does it say?" Jiang Hanye did not explore Jiuli's words and asked directly.

"The corpse plague is a curse, not a disease." Kan Cangyue said, "If only I had remembered here earlier..." At this point, she sighed slightly and gently pounded her head, as if she were blaming herself.

"Don't do this, it's not your fault." Jiang Hanye's heartache, so he opened his mouth to persuade him.

"Curse!" Kan Cangyue pointed to the page of the book and repeated to Jiang Hanye, "We need to kill the person who cast the spell."

"The person who cast the spell?" Jiang Hanye frowned, "Who?"

"I think it's either the destruction of gods or ghosts. Now it seems that most of them are the destruction of gods." Kan Cangyue Road.

Jiang Hanye didn't say anything. He recalled the day when the ghost was killed at the Colosseum in Chizhou. At that time, the ghost was indeed dead, right? Jiang Hanye asked himself in his heart and answered to himself.

"It's just that if it's a demon god, our strength is still far from mine." Kan Cangyue sighed slightly.

"So we must improve ourselves." Jiang Hanye said, "There have been so many things that I haven't practiced well. It seems that it's time."

"Hmm." Kan Cangyue nodded in agreement. After a pause, she looked at the Xuanyuan sword in Jiang Hanye's hand and said, "I didn't expect you to get this treasure."

"Ha ha, in fact, I had no choice but to accept it." Jiang Hanye is unwilling to explain too much.

"There is a secret in this sword." Kan Cangyue said, "For many years, people have thought that Xuanyuan Sword corresponds to Xuanyuan Sword Spectrum, but in fact it is not."

"Isn't it?" Jiang Hanye asked unexpectedly.

"No!" Kan Cangyue shook her head, "The biggest secret here is to seal the soul of my ancestors."

"What?" Jiang Hanye was a little surprised.

"Do you also know about Xuanyuan's war against Chiyou?" Kan Cangyue Road.

"I've heard of it, but to be honest, I always thought it was just a legend, even if Xuanyuan and Chiyou have their own descendants." Jiang Hanye said, "People's word of mouth is very powerful."

"This is true, but the battle between Xuanyuan and Chiyou is also true." Kan Cangyue said, "I know the secret in this sword, because our family has had such a saying for generations that when Chiyou died, his soul was detained, so he did not close his eyes."

"..." Jiang Hanye said, "What should I do?"

"What don't you need to do? Don't think I told you this to do something for you. In fact, it was a long time ago. Even our own people will listen to this matter as a story." Kan Cangyu said, "I'm just telling you about the existence of Chiyou's soul, and his violent personality, you should be careful."

Jiang Hanye didn't say anything. He just gently stroked the scabbard of Xuanyuan sword. Somehow, he always felt a cool feeling in his hand coming from the scabbard. That kind of coolness does not belong to the scabbard itself, but seems to be a cool breeze or something else.

It was night, and Kan Cangyue slept in the yard of her house. The house was dilapidated. It was better to camp under the pomegranate tree than to live in a shabby house.

The night sky of Jiuli Village is very beautiful, dark blue, the stars are shining, and the night sky is silent, which is very suitable for Qing practitioners to live in seclusion here.

Jiang Hanye lies on the left side of the pomegranate tree, while Kan Cangyue sits on the right side of the pomegranate tree. In a sense, the two of them are back to back. Jiang Hanye couldn't sleep. When he was dozed off in the first night, he had several dreams. The dreams were short and fragmented. Therefore, when he woke up, he wanted to recall, but he couldn't remember it. Only a vague face appeared in front of him from time to time: it was a man's face, full of faces The beard has a ferocious face. The most terrible thing is that there are four eyes on the face, the eyebrows seem to be upside down like a brush, and there seem to be two horns on the head.

To be precise, Jiang Hanye was awakened by the man's dream. When he woke up, he was quiet beside him, and Kan Cangyue behind the pomegranate tree had disappeared. There is no doubt about Kan Cangyue's going to Jiang Hanye. This is her hometown. She is free and has the right to go anywhere to do anything, and somehow, since he entered the ancestral hall, he has always had a complex emotional entanglement of guilt, sadness and desolation. He interpreted it as Luo The mood of the day is strange.

Since knowing the entanglement between Luo Ri and the ghost life and Kan Cangyue, Jiang Hanye did not feel that Luo Ri's original approach was right. He has always believed that Luo Ri should not covet other people's treasures, and no matter how good the treasure is, it is other people's, unless the owner does evil.

"Alas!" A faint sigh came from the air, close to my ear.

This voice is not Jiang Hanye's, let alone Kan Cangyue, because it is a man's voice, majestic, sad and full of unwillingness.

Jiang Hanye suddenly jumped up from the ground and suddenly became sleepless. The pomegranate tree is not too tall. Although it is lush, the things between the branches and leaves can be seen at a glance, so there can never be anyone hidden in this tree.

"Who is it?" Jiang Hanye asked coldly, and his voice was full of vigilance and hostility, which was a habit he had developed in the world over the years. People's hearts were unpredictable and frightening.

No one answered. In fact, Jiang Hanye knew that no one would answer him at all, because there was no one here except him.

Recalling what Kan Cangyue said before, Jiang Hanye subconsciously looked down at the Xuanyuan sword beside him. The sword lay calmly on the ground and seemed to have nothing strange, but Jiang Hanye just felt that it was strange and very strange.