Where is the sword of the reborn eagle

"Brother Mo, this senior Dugu is so good at life, he actually used the name of 'seeking defeat'. Has he never been defeated in his life? But, why have I never heard of this name?" Huang Rong asked.

Then, he walked forward and scratched the writing on the wall with his hand.

"Brother Mo, this handwriting looks to be at least sixty years old. If it is still alive, it must be 120 years old, right? It's the same as that 'drinking monk'."

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention, not to mention that Guo Mo is a person with "intent".

Who is this "Dugu Qiubai" is, the speculation of later generations is no less than the discussion of "Doujiu Godly Monk".

Counting the time, "Dugu Qiubai" existed after Tianlong and before Shendiao, with a gap of nearly a hundred years in between.

Then, this person must have appeared in Tianlong when he was young.

In Tianlong, the master of the sword...

At this time, the light in the cave dimmed.

"Rong'er, it looks like we can't go back today, so we can only make do with one night here."

"No problem. This place is much better than we often sleep in the wilderness. At least there is a cave to shelter from the wind and rain."

Guo Mo took a look, and found that this cave is indeed livable. He will go back to the city tomorrow to bring some necessities, and he can live in seclusion for a while.

"Brother Diao, we want to stay here for a while. Do you think it is possible to move the remains of 'Senior Dugu' to another place so that he can be buried in peace?"

Guo Mo said that he didn't want to sleep with a pile of skeletons every day.

The big eagle looked at the pile of rocks, his eyes seemed to be covered with mist, and finally nodded silently.

Guo Mo went out of the cave, found a relatively high hillside, and dug a tomb with the "Leng Ye" sword.

Then she turned back to the cave, Huang Rong wanted to help, but was stopped by Guo Mo.

"Rong'er, before it's dark, go and gather some dry firewood. This cave has been unoccupied for a long time, so we need to light a fire to get rid of the moisture." Huang Rong went out after hearing this.

Guo Mo came to the pile of rocks and said in his heart: "The dead are the most important. No matter whose bones are here, please forgive me for being reckless."

Guo Mo removed the rocks one by one, and within a short time, a complete skeleton was exposed inside.

"Could it be that I'm overthinking it?" Guo Mo squatted down, took out a fire bag from his arms, and waved it in the wind.

A flame appeared in the hand, this special fire folder is enough to burn a meal.

Guo Mo lowered his body, holding a torch in one hand for lighting, while the other hand pinched the bones.

Finally, Guo Mo showed a smile of "So that's it" on his face.

I was almost fooled by the other party. People who practice martial arts and those who have not practiced martial arts have a lot of difference in bone density.Even if the person in front of him has been dead for a long time, he can still see the difference.

Moreover, the lower limbs of the skeleton in front of him are obviously the size of a normal person, which cannot compare to the sturdiness of a martial artist.

If you look carefully, there is actually a large crack in the bone of the neck, which is clearly the result of someone twisting the neck and dying.

The ancients paid attention to "the dead are the greatest, and the buried is safe." It is estimated that when this illusion was made at the time, they would never have imagined that they would encounter such a strange thing as Guo Mo.

I will go to break away the rocks, and I will "test the bones".

Guo Mo remained calm, straightened out the bones bit by bit, and then transferred them to the dug grave.

Fill the pit with soil, and then use rocks outside, and press several layers tightly to ensure that wind and rain will not destroy the tomb.

Guo Mo did it very seriously, just as he thought, after all, "the dead are the greatest".

After thinking about it, he found another stone that was fairly flat, and used the "Leng Ye" sword to carve "The Tomb of the Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai", but there was no signature in the end.

Da Diao watched quietly from the side, his eyes revealing his longing for his master and his gratitude to Guo Mo.

Chapter 85 Jianzuka Mizuka

When Huang Rong came back, the fire was already lit, driving away the coolness of the night.

It was almost the sixth month of the lunar calendar, and the night in this cave was actually a bit chilly.

The big eagle turned around and went out, and when he came back, there were two fat rabbits hanging on a pair of eagle claws.

Since Huang Rong stepped forward to take it, and even patted Da Diao's back lovingly, both of them seemed to enjoy the atmosphere.

Guo Mo took this opportunity to find some soft grass and leaves, so he could only make it for the night, so that Huang Rong would not be allowed to sleep directly on the slate.

The two golden-yellow rabbits roasted, no matter how far away they are, you can smell the tempting fragrance.

Da Diao was very excited, it seemed that he had eaten cooked food, and it must have been many years ago.

Guo Mo simply gave Da Diao a rabbit and shared one with Huang Rong.

After eating "dinner" and tossing and tossing all day, Huang Rong was also a little sleepy, so she lay down on the stone bed covered with grass leaves, with all her clothes on.

Guo Mo was inside the cave, sitting on the ground with his eyes slightly closed, practicing the whole heart method.The true qi in the body circulates on its own, constantly warming and nourishing the meridians of the whole body.

The big eagle stood quietly outside the cave, as if it had been a habit for many years.

In this way, the two of them carved together, the silent valley, and the sound of the bonfire "beep beep bobo" seemed so harmonious.

Clear dreams are easy to wake up, and summer nights are not long.

"Cuckoo—" Before Guo Mo opened his eyes, the voice of the big eagle came.

Walking out of the cave, the big eagle was standing there with two pheasants and two hares under his feet.

Is the co-author of this big eagle addicted to food?

"Rong'er, get up and make breakfast, Da Diao has prepared all the ingredients."

It was dark last night, and Guo Mo didn't pay much attention to it. Looking at the pheasants and hares in front of him now, he couldn't help but sigh.

They are still "Ring-necked Pheasant" and "South China Rabbit". In later generations, these are all "three animals". Not to mention hunting, even eating, they are enough to be sentenced.

"Brother Diao, is there water near here?"

Hearing Guo Mo's question, the big eagle groaned twice, turned and walked to the west side, and Guo Mo followed with a pheasant and a hare.

Turning over a small hill, I heard the sound of gurgling water.

A spring of water flows slowly from the mountain next to it, and the bottom can be seen clearly.

Guo Mo washed his face first, and took a sip. It was cool and had a hint of sweetness.

Guo Mo then started to wash and peel the two rabbits.

"Brother Mo, leave the pheasant first, and I'll make 'beggar' chicken'."

At some point, Huang Rong also came over, and the big eagle happily clung to it, which made Guo Mo feel like eating.

A fire was lit next to the stream, "Rong'er, let's build a shed here from now on, it's close to the stream and not far from the cave." Guo Mo suggested.

Huang Rong's cooking skills are as good as ever, but they eat meat early in the morning, and only meat, Guo Mo and Huang Rong are only scratching the surface.

In the end, almost all cheaper big eagles.

"Brother Diao, you eat so much, can you still fly in the future?" Guo Mo joked.

The big eagle seemed to give Guo Mo a look, and flapped its two big wings, declaring its own strength.

After breakfast, Guo Mo thought about saying goodbye to the big eagle and returning to the city to prepare the necessities for living in seclusion.

Before he could speak, the big eagle stepped forward, tugged at his sleeve again, and then walked towards the valley.

Guo Mo didn't know why, so he exchanged glances with Huang Rong, and the two followed suit.

After walking about Lixu, a cliff appeared in front of me.

The cliff rises from the ground, like a huge screen, and about twenty feet above the ground, there is a big rock with a square of three or four feet.

There were faint words engraved on the stone, Guo Mo looked up and saw clearly that it turned out to be the word "Sword Tomb" written in official script, this is the place where "Dugu Qiubai" buried the sword.

The big eagle yelled "cuckoo" next to it, and kept patting Guo Mo with its wings, as if urging him.

Seeing that Guo Mo was indifferent for a long time, the big eagle let out a long cry, flew up to the boulder by itself, and waved its wings there as a signal.

"Brother Mo, it's so tall, how do we go up?"

Huang Rong understood the meaning of the big eagle, but the height of more than 20 feet is like a screen, so it is too difficult to go up.

Guo Mo recalled the plot, and carefully checked the stone wall.

Sure enough, on the cliff, there was moss every few feet, and under the moss were shallow pits dug in advance, in a long and crooked series, until the big rock.

"Rong'er, do you see the moss on the cliff? That's the step up, follow closely."

Guo Mo was also worried that the moss would be slippery for a long time, so he went ahead first.

Although it is almost standing on a wall, with these pits, Guo Mo can jump up again with a little effort on his toes, and he doesn't even need to use force in every pit.

Huang Rong followed suit, but her speed was slower than Guo Mo's.

In a short time, both of them boarded the boulder.

As they got closer, they saw that there were two rows of smaller stone carvings next to the two big characters "Sword Tomb".

"The sword demon Dugu Qiubai is invincible in the world, but he buried his sword here. Woohoo! The heroes are tied, and the sword is empty, so sad!"

"Brother Mo, this senior Dugu master is lonely."

Guo Mo couldn't bear to dampen Huang Rong's interest, but he didn't want to see her "addicted" so deeply, so he said it anyway.

"Rong'er, look at this Senior Dugu, who is named 'Sword Demon'. Using the word 'devil', it can be seen that he has killed a lot, especially since this is his own stone carving, but he also calls himself by the name 'Sword Demon'. What kind of mentality is it? Are you sure there will be future generations to see it?"

"Looking at 'Heroes Bound Hands' again, it seems that this senior is a master who likes to challenge everywhere. If the word 'Heroes' is used, how can there be so many heroes? Look at the 'Five Uniques' in today's arena, who is free to go around Challenge others?"

After hearing Guo Mo's words, Huang Rong was thoughtful.

Guo Mo didn't say anything more, and came to a "big tomb" piled up with many stones. This should be the "Sword Tomb".

"Dugu Seeking Defeat" buried the sword here, and what was buried was the sword, so why not the unwillingness in the heart, or another self?

The big eagle stepped forward and pulled it with its steel claws for a while, revealing four stone pits in the shape of strips, with three long swords lying inside, and the second stone pit on the left was empty.

In front of each stone pit, there is a piece of stone with handwriting engraved on it.

Huang Rong walked over, picked up the first sword on the left, looked at the engraving on the side, and read it out.

"Fierce, fierce, and invincible, the weak champion will use it to compete with the heroes of Heshuo."

"Brother Mo, this sword is very sharp, not inferior to your 'Leng Ye', but much lighter." He put the sharp sword back gently.

Huang Rong came to the second stone pit, which was completely empty, and there were still two words engraved on the stone slab next to it.

"Ziwei soft sword, used before the age of 30, it is ominous to accidentally injure a righteous man, so it is abandoned in the deep valley."

"Brother Mo, the soft sword is always the rarest one. Since it is Senior Dugu's second sword, it must be better than the sharp sword just now, but it's a pity that I don't have the chance to see it." Huang Rong couldn't help but regret.

Guo Mo didn't answer, and thought to himself, "He is actually named after 'Ziwei', the master of numbers!"

How many years have passed since Huangtu Hegemony, is it really so fascinating?

Chapter 86 Lagerstroemia is hard to find

The sound of "Dang Clang" awakened Guo Mo from his contemplation.

"Ah, why is this sword so heavy?"

It turned out that Huang Rong had reached the third stone pit and wanted to take out the sword from the stone pit.

I never thought that as soon as I lifted the hilt, I felt extremely heavy, and I threw it back.

Guo Mo stepped forward, grabbed the hilt of the sword, exerted strength with his right arm, and held the sword in front of his eyes.

Sure enough, it is strong enough, the whole body is made of black iron, and it really weighs seventy or eighty catties.

"The epee has no sharp edge, great skill does not work, and before the age of 40, rely on it to run rampant in the world."

"Brother Mo, this sword is several times heavier than your 'Leng Ye'. How can you use such a heavy sword?" The little girl was still rubbing her wrist.

"Rong'er, this sword is not something you can play with. It is completely made of black iron, and it weighs at least seventy or eighty catties. 'Leng Ye' can't compare to it."

"The epee has no edge, is it too clever to work? They are both excellent swordsmanship, but they are completely different extremes from the 'Six Meridians Excalibur'."

"This black iron sword is quite suitable for the big brother's style, but it's a pity that he likes to practice palm skills."

Guo Mo swung the black iron sword in the air a few times, and then put it back to its original place.

If it could have been obtained two years earlier, it could be used as a tool for practicing kung fu.

"Hey, Brother Mo, why is this last sword made of wood?"

Huang Rong had already picked up the last sword and swung it lightly twice, some sawdust fell off the sword.

It has been a long time, and the sword body and hilt are somewhat decayed.