Chapter 43 Destiny (Thank you to the leader of the alliance!)
"Ahem!"
With veins popping up on his forehead, the owner of the medicine shop coughed up blood, gritted his teeth and tried to tap on the large acupoints around his chest to stop the bleeding, but he couldn't stop it.
The strong heart beat violently, causing blood and internal organs fragments to spurt out from the wound.
The body of the inner strong warrior was too strong and tough, so the bullet did not penetrate, but rotated and shattered inside, causing greater injuries and shattering more internal organs.
"You actually...died under such a flying sword?!"
He knelt slumped on the ground, and the green poison returned to the area around the medicine manor owner, heading towards filling the wound in a useless last ditch effort.
Staring at the owner of the medicine shop whose aura was rapidly fading in front of him, An Jing's heart that had been tense finally relaxed a little - with the strength and reflexes of the owner of the medicine shop, if he had taken a gun from the beginning, he would definitely be seen through by the cautious opponent. The muzzle movement made it impossible to aim, let alone hit.
Although Huaixu does not have muskets, there are also many powerful hand crossbows and concealed weapons. At most, they do not recognize muskets as concealed weapons. However, if they suspect that you are carrying a concealed weapon, a wary warrior can definitely avoid it.
Only by taking advantage of the opponent's moment of relaxation when they think they have won can we succeed!
Seeing this scene, Bai Qinghan, who had planned to approach, stopped in the distance, his eyes fixed on the pistol in An Jing's hand.
At the last moment, the old man, whose face was pale and almost dead, raised his head and stared at the pistol in An Jing's hand with his bloodshot and gradually blurred eyes: "What is this... the flying sword box?!"
The sword spirit and the owner of the medicine village mistook the musket for the flying sword magical power one after another, which made An Jing a little doubtful whether there really was a sword box similar to the musket in Huaixu Realm.
But now is not the time to talk nonsense. An Jing knows very well that the current owner of the medicine shop still has the ability to resist.
He won't get closer, but raises his hand and continues to pull the trigger without hesitation.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
Ten gunshots were fired again, and the pupils of the Medicine Manor owner's eyes narrowed rapidly. He shouted loudly, forcibly raised his breath, and dragged his injured body to dodge - even in this state, he actually managed to dodge for nine times. There was only one bullet, only the last one. It was actually due to injury. The owner of the medicine shop was hit when he stopped moving. A large amount of blood spurted out from his shoulder, and he fell to the side.
An Jing was secretly frightened and took note of this - indeed, even if he is on the verge of death, the inner warrior can still burst out with one last burst of power!
But now, the owner of the medicine village is really going to die.
He used his last strength to look up at An Jing, his eyes filled with nostalgia, anger, relief and hatred.
He may have recalled the moment when he saw the corpse of his friend many years ago, maybe he was thinking about Anjing's future outcome, maybe he wanted to say some warnings when he was about to die, or maybe he was feeling sad that Anjing had chosen a path that he had not chosen.
But he couldn't say anything anymore, and he didn't deserve to say anything more.
The moment he raised his head, the old man, who didn't even have a name, tilted his head to one side and died.
At this moment, the entire Xuanming Valley and the entire white sandy land were both noisy and silent.
The fearful demon in the distance has been defeated by the teaching lecturers and turned into demonic energy and dissipated.
But the Demon Cult had no time to rest, because a group of red-armored guards had already penetrated from behind and started another battle.
The Sons of Disaster who chose to stay are heading deep into the mountains under the leadership of several lecturers. The Demon Cult should have already prepared a way to escape, but An Jing's comeback and Chijiawei's surprise attack were too unexpected. , so that only a few people can use it.
In the distance, the Xuanming Manor was burning. The battle between the Red Armored Guards and the Demon Cult Guards had entered a fever pitch. For a moment, the energy of swords was everywhere, the spiritual flames were intertwined, and the loud battle roars and sounds of fighting resounded throughout the manor and the valley.
But on the entire white sand, only An Jing and Bai Qinghan were left.
Speechless, silent.
Although An Jing only had the opportunity to shoot the medicine owner after stopping Bai Qinghan, in fact, if Bai Qinghan wanted to, she always had the opportunity to hinder An Jing and help the medicine owner suppress him.
But she didn't do that. Even now, she neither stayed away nor came close, she just watched An Jing quietly, just like when An Jing first sparred with her.
"Qinghan...huh?!"
Holding two guns in hand, An Jing wanted to say something to break the silence, but at this moment, he suddenly felt dizzy.
"This is... medicine?!"
The world was spinning. An Jing gritted his teeth and took a step back slightly. He felt an extreme dizziness. He suddenly thought of the scene where he was covered by the ghostly poison of the medicine manor owner.
"Damn it, I forgot that the old guy's real position is 'Deputy Envoy of Medicine Hall'!"
The perspective is rotated, reversed.
There was only a stretch of white sand and a rushing river in front of me.
After falling to the ground, Anjing smelled a faint smell of medicine. It was medicine mixed in the evil aura of underworld poison. It was a mixture of poisonous insects and poisonous weeds. It was the specialty of the medicine shop owner.
If An Jing didn't take out his gun and fought with the owner of the medicine village for a while, he might be easily defeated and taken away by the other party.
Instead of being defeated by the enemy, An Jing was knocked down by the power of the medicine. Before his mind gradually fell into chaos, An Jing saw a pair of plain white cloth shoes.
She approached slowly.
Then...the body was righted.
With a pair of hands behind his back, the cold spiritual energy spread up and down along the Tianzhu of his spine, following the circulation of the sky, removing the power of the medicine bit by bit, gradually making Anjing's dark vision brighter and clearer.
This feeling is completely opposite to An Jing's own inner breath - An Jing's own inner breath flows like hot molten iron, but the cold breath is like a bowl of cold pond water drank in the dog days of summer, transparent and refreshing. "...Why?" He murmured in a weak voice, puzzled: "Don't you want me to go with you?"
"If you are not sincere, then what's the point of taking you away?" Using the power of Xuanyin's fate to help Anjing circulate the inner breath around the sky and discharge the medicinal power, the girl said calmly: "Now that Xuanmingzhuang can't stop it, You, then in the future, Tianyi Mountain will not be able to stop you."
"Let's go, senior brother."
After confirming that An Jing's condition was recovering, the hands left: "The owner of the medicine village was killed by you. I am weaker than you and can't bring you back. This is normal."
"Also, I think you're right."
"Two man-eating evil dragons, I shouldn't have chosen one...it's just that I hate Dachen too much."
"Elder brother, I really really..."
"It's so hateful."
——I must make those superior guys pay the price.
silence.
There is only the sound of the river flowing, and the sound of footsteps that are determined to go away.
"Thank you." At the end, An Jing said softly, and he heard the leaving footsteps pause: "I want to thank you."
"Thank you for teaching me literacy. Thank you for teaching me martial arts. Thank you for not killing me. Thank you for eating with me. Thank you for exercising with me. Thank you for never thinking of eating me..."
"Thank you...thank you for believing in me and treating me as a friend."
When An Jing opened his eyes again, Bai Qinghan had already left the white sand.
--sorry. Also say sorry to Ye Qi and the others for me. He could vaguely hear the last words spoken by the other party.
The sound of fighting in the direction of Xuanmingzhuang is still there, and I'm afraid it won't end before nightfall.
After Anjing completely eliminated the medicinal power left by the medicine owner from his body and stood up, he found many small things from the body of the medicine owner.
But at this time, he didn't have the intention to identify the specific effects of these things, and just stuffed them into his arms indiscriminately.
"An Jing, you did a good job!"
It was at this time that he heard the excited voice of the sword spirit: "I actually saved most of the people, and blocked the Demon Cult, and no one came to disturb me!"
"I have now completely suppressed the remnant soul of the demon in the valley. You can enter it and get my second fragment from the central altar!"
"Okay, I'll go right away."
An Jing responded, but found that he did not seem to be as excited as he imagined, and Sword Spirit also noticed this: "What? Your mood fluctuates a bit...more determined, but with a trace of doubt?"
"But don't worry, the heart is like a rusty sword, it should be polished from time to time. If you don't mind, can you tell me what you are wondering about?"
"Well..." An Jing pondered for a few breaths, and then said slowly: "Fu Xie, if in your era, if you thought there was something wrong with the world, what would you do?"
"kill."
Without any hesitation, Sword Spirit said matter-of-factly: "If you think the world is wrong, you have to correct it - but there will always be people who think the world is right, and they can benefit from it, and they can be the best in this world. "
“They can’t even imagine what the ‘right’ and ‘better’ path looks like.”
"At that time, it was useless to say anything. You could only speak with your sword and shut up one party completely."
"Kill, only kill!"
The sword is always full of murderous intent, because this is his innate mission, this is his destiny.
"Yeah."
After hearing this, An Jing was silent for a while, but he laughed in relief: "Sure enough, this..."
——My wisdom, my morality, my character, my talent...that's it. Sure enough.
All of this, the elements that guide me in making these choices, all come together...
"It's my destiny."
With that said, he turned around and walked towards the depths of the Suspended Life Valley, his eyes firm again, more firm than before.
Behind An Jing, the red halo and totem flowed and spread, manifesting into bloody stars.
The radiance of destiny caused the boy's shadow to extend in seven directions, sharp as a sword.
——Just as I wished.
(End of chapter)