Shape of the Wind – Volume Meteorite Chapter 9: Let’s talk about it in detail

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At night, Mo Wen was sitting on the rock by the pool, adjusting his breath and suppressing his injuries.

Earlier, Mo Wen pushed down Ai Ling who had brought dinner, cleaned the wound, and went to a small lake surrounded by mountains and streams nearby to heal his injuries.

(It’s not good...)

Looking at the dark night sky blankly, Mo Wen did have such thoughts.

The mysterious master connection appeared, and Mo Wen fully understood that the incident he was involved in now was absolutely right and not easy, and the stinky girl from Ailing didn't even know what to say without concealing it. Lie yourself into such an embarrassment.

But it is no longer a question of Ai Ling telling the truth. Even if she confessed the whole thing honestly, she definitely didn't want to be hostile to such a terrifying master.

There is no celestial cultivation base. To fight against this kind of demon strongman of the top rank of the earth is a standard self-seeking dead end. Even if you are treated as a coward, it does not matter. With your own strength, Fighting against that kind of beast is what an idiot does.

Furthermore, during the daytime battle, it was the first time in the past ten months that I faced off against a master. Although the dantian was not unlocked, the sword qi that was locked in it was faintly affected during the battle. Up to now, the blood has returned. Running in the body.

"You are extremely talented, and you are not far from my expectations. However, if you really want to use the sword, you must wait a year to allow the sword energy to subtly and synchronize with your physical body. Otherwise, let it be. Either way, it will cause great damage to your physical body, from paralyzed to severe death, you have to bear this in mind."

Thinking of the teacher's instructions before leaving, Mo Wen was stunned. It was such a fluke that he was able to climb out of the desperate situation. How could he easily bet on the future for irrelevant things.

The teacher is right, there will be no second time for good luck in life.

Furthermore, Mo Wen only realized the preciousness of life after the end of the encounter, the things that he wanted to do, the things that should be done, the things that had to be done, and there are so many lives that were finally recovered. It must not be wasted.

It is also because of this idea that the beautiful young people who used to have a lot of eyes and watch the world have learned to endure humiliation, temper their arrogance, and are willing to be the first-class wave swordsman, wandering around like walking corpses, waiting for the moment of breaking their cocoons. Is coming.

"Brother Jia, you must come back!"

"Don't be nervous, if you lie to you, I'll swallow a thousand needles. Let's do it!"

Yeah! This time, I will never miss another appointment.

Suddenly clenched his fists, Mo Wen made a decision, put Airing's lightsaber on the ground, and got up, but...

"Please...I really...really need Mr. Mowen. If there is no Mr. Mowen, I would..."

The girl's dim tearful eyes appeared in front of her eyes. Don't even notice it. His personality was indecisive. Although he was determined to leave in his heart, he felt hesitant again when he thought of the sad expression of Ai Ling's tears.

(It doesn't matter, the matter is serious, besides, we have already agreed that if there are more enemies, I will immediately turn around and leave!)

After thinking about it, Mo Wen decided to maintain his original intention, tightened his teeth, and planned to get up and leave.

"Mr. Don't ask." It resembled the sorrow of a chick, with a small voice coming from behind.

Behind, Ai Ling was draped in a blanket, her slightly wet face was full of shyness at a loss.

"Mr. Don't ask." Seemingly feeling shy, Ai Ling turned her head away, her voice soft as a mosquito.

"I'm so sorry, I...I have no other reward to thank you, I..."

Speaking of this, Ai Ling tilted his head and smiled. It was a smile that made people feel hearty despite embarrassment.

Mo Wen was also dumbfounded. He lingered about fireworks in his early years. He was a well-known romantic figure. I don't know how many people have seen him. However, the scenery in front of him at the moment still made him stay for one.

The soft long hair combed into a ponytail, wet and attached to the body, the smooth skin, reflecting the moonlight and glowing like white jade, makes people have the urge to embrace it, and it rises behind the back The full moon becomes a beautiful scenery.

The girl's pretty face was flushed with shyness, and the smile at the corner of her mouth was like a breeze blowing through her heart, which made people feel warm.

Following the cold wind, Mo Wen smelled a strange smell, it was blood...Did it come from the wound on his body?

Not...

With sharper eyes, Mo Wen turned Ai Ling around, and saw five shocking claw marks on her back. The skin and flesh turned up. Although she had taken medicine, she still oozes blood.

It was the attack of that mysterious enemy this morning, and with his ghostly skill, it hurt Airing in an instant.

"Mr. Mowen, don't you like it?"

The bitter night wind made Airing shiver.

But, Mr. Mo Wen didn't move, he looked like a wooden sculpture, and he didn't seem to be tempted at all? Or is it because he was injured on his back and didn't look pretty, so he couldn't arouse Mr. Mo Wen's appetite?

This is really no way, because I feel dizzy in front of my eyes because of the pain, and I'm about to faint...

"Fool! What are you doing? Are you pitiful? I told you that if an off-budget enemy appears, I turn around and leave. Do you think it's not a big deal for me to talk like you?"

I have a lot of wounds on my body. If it weren’t for supporting the hero, I really felt so painful that I wanted to cry. I tore a note like this, and I can still pretend to be laughing and run here to dedicate myself...

Just thinking of this, Mo Wen felt admired, but he just rebuked loudly and took off his coat to put on her, but he happened to catch a glimmer of red on Ai Ling's shoulder.

Is it "Shougongsha"? This is something that court ladies only have, how can this little girl...

No, Mo Wen immediately denied the idea. Shougongsha was spotted on his arm, no one spotted it on his shoulder, so he glanced at it subconsciously to confirm. When he saw the red mark clearly, the whole person was stunned. .

It's branding!

On the slender and round shoulders, there is a deep imprint. You can imagine the pain at that time, and it seems even more hideous and terrifying.

The pattern of the brand seems to be familiar, and I can't remember where I saw it for a while.

This is a custom on the mainland. In order to show their ownership and prevent slaves from escaping privately, it is a custom on the mainland. However, when someone thinks of someone Such a girl, perpetrated that kind of brutality, unconsciously surging up.

I don't know why the man behind him was stunned. Ai Ling was only frustrated. This was the last payment she could think of. If Mr. Mo Wen refused to accept it, then there was really no way she could think of it.

Be bold, hug him in a hug, and whisper:

"Mr. Don't ask, I..."

Puff!

It's so ice!

"My grin #%!"

This is the first sentence Mo Wen said after he floated on the water. Because his mouth was full of water, he was unclear and unclear, but if it were translated into specific words, it would be "What a ice!" , "That **** stupid woman".

I wiped off the water stains on my face, Mo Wen looked around, did not see Ai Ling.

It's been a while, this stupid woman still has injuries behind her back, she never dives too happy, forget to come up!

No, about this stupid woman, you have to think about the worst, but don't faint from the pain, drown in this small pond!

That would be terrible!

Mo Wen was a little anxious. No doubt, Airing succeeded in arousing his concern again.

At this time, the night was dark and visibility was not high. Mo Wen took a step in the pool and reached out and fumbled around.

Ailing's hair is very long, reaching to her calf, and it must be scattered after falling into the water. This pool is said to be small but not too big. With this as the goal, it should not be difficult to find her.

Sure enough, after searching for a while, Mo Wen's palm touched the girl's Rose.

"Huh!"

Grasp the hair, don't ask your wrist hard, "beep", suddenly lifted the person in the water.

"Ah don't watch."

Along with the sound of the water, there was also the scream of the girl.

Mo Asked was a little strange. Almost all had been seen just now, there is nothing left to watch now, but in the next moment, he understood the meaning of this sentence.

Is this girl Ai Ling?

The long hair that was messed up after falling into the water is no longer a ponytail. It falls messily around his waist, and his petite body is still there. There is nothing wrong with this.

But, what is going on like the most beautiful ruby, those fuchsia eyes, and pointed, long ears?

This girl is not a human being.

(Is it a dwarf...but it’s too high?!)

The bottom of Mo Wen's heart was shaken by a silent thunder.

"Mr. Don't ask."

The true identity was discovered, and Ai Ling glanced at Mo Wen timidly, and noticed that his face was cloudy and uncertain, and his past horror experience immediately surfaced in his mind.

Eiling exclaimed, and wanted to run away, but Mo Wen held her back.

Several things flashed through my mind instantly, skillful craftsmanship, father who was able to make magic tools, Grommet's hair restraint...

It’s no wonder that since the age of mythology, the dwarves have been famous for their ingenious training techniques. Many legendary swords and magic weapons come from their hands. If Ailing is a dwarf, then this Everything has a reasonable explanation.

Wait, if you say so...

Several clues quickly gathered in my mind, and looking around the world's top creators, Mo Wen flashed a name in his mind.

He knows who the girl's father is.

Master of the Devil, Long. Beethoven!

I added enough dry wood, and the campfire "cracked" very hotly. Realizing that there would be an inconvenient conversation, Ai Ling and Mo Wen did not go back, but found a place nearby. Sit down and reapply medicine to the wound wet with water.

At this time, it is hard to avoid any suspicion. Don't ask to wrap a bandage on the back wound for Airing, and then skillfully apply medicine to the wound on his body. Although there were multiple lacerations and very painful, they were not serious. This was evidence that Mo Wen's reaction was extremely sensitive. In the daytime battle, as long as he was a little slower, any wound on his body would turn into a severe wound with a torn limb.

Ailing wrapped her body in a blanket, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand, and drying her body quietly, her calm expression on her face really surprised Mo Wen. This girl has no basis in martial arts, and there will be no chance to fight against others in martial arts. It is hard to imagine that such a delicate and timid girl will have the same pain-suffering skills as her own.

The broken hair was tied back into a ponytail, and the girl's appearance was once again hidden into a "human appearance". Mo Wen squatted by the campfire and added firewood. He didn't say a word. He knew that he didn't need to ask questions at this moment, just be a good listener.

Why change your appearance? The reason should be very simple!

Humans do not treat the so-called "subhumans" with an equal attitude. Before the Great War in Kyushu, human beings used a discriminatory attitude towards orcs and elves, and persecuted them in all kinds of ways. In fact, even if they were of the same kind, humans still discriminated against each other, which triggered a struggle.

A race with high value for use like the dwarf race, if discovered by humans alone, will definitely be arrested, and will be kept in a cage for the rest of their lives to coerce them to make artifacts.

The dwarves are natural craftsmen. For humans, they themselves are valuable tools.

Not to mention, Long. Beethoven’s daughter...

The name alone is enough to cause a sensation!

Long. Beethoven is a "creator" far beyond all kinds of creators. He has been famous all over the world since the Kyushu War.

Famous for making all kinds of magic tools, many people rely on his works and become violent overnight, and the weapons he forged have become the most sought-after items for the strong.

The control of the magical weapons is beyond the capacity of ordinary people, so they are mostly used by the demons. In addition, they have lived in the demons for a long time, so humans regard them as demons.

However, with the passage of time, the name "Ron Beethoven" has become a part of the legend. Bards also often like to tell. The heroes are produced by "Ron Beethoven Studio". The story of the magical soldiers fighting against powerful enemies.

It's unexpected that this humble little fool would be the daughter of this master craftsman, but it's not too strange!

Mr. Mo, would you like them?

Although I feel that Mr. Mo Wen is a good person, many good people often show their true colors only after encountering strong incentives.

Seeing Ai Ling's worries in his eyes, Mo Wen shook his head and smiled.

He is not a desireless person, as a swordsman, he loves swords and becomes idiot, if someone takes Long. The sword made by Beethoven was presented to him, of course he was ecstatic.

However, a gentleman loves money and takes the right way. He will use despicable means to deceive such a girl. The sword-bearer's sword bone is despicable, and his cultivation in kendo is limited.

As early as in the past, the kendo that oneself walked no longer needed to rely on the magic weapon, and in the future, it would be useless. The magic weapon is more useful for yourself. It is more meaningful than practical, and the temptation is naturally much lower.

What's more, with the weapon made by this stupid woman, hehe, no one will feel too long.

"Name?"

"Huh?" Not understanding what Mo Wen meant, Ai Ling just stared at him blankly.

"Obviously I need to re-understand your identity, so let's start with self-introduction!" Mo asked: "What is your real name? Report it again!"

"Ah! Ask my name?"

Eiling was delighted at first, and then hesitated, and said: "It's not good! Mr. Mowen must not like the name of Airing..."

Mo Wen waved his hand to tell her to stop talking nonsense. To be honest, when Ai Ling saw this, a big rock fell in his heart and whispered.

"Well! My name is Long. Einstein. Bugayella. Prince..."

Yeah! So it sounds like "Ailing" is a nickname, Long. Einstein, what a wonderful name!

"Petz Kraft. Lap it. Logistics. Royan Kram. Da Tai'an. Hongdan Ding. Chigul. Min Yesi. Kronoff. Amida is also home. Amado Card code. Gu Xi Da Jia private. A Paul Fu brought his personal Fu Ake Nuo mule husband Pu Ji Mi Luo. Nong Chi Da Adef Roussia..."

This name seems to be a bit too long, but it’s not too strange. The name of the imperial family on the mainland is also a long and stinky string. This point, don’t hesitate that year, and understand but.

However, as time passed, Ai Ling was still talking non-stop, unable to see that she had such a memorable, memorable memory of such a long name.

"Krimiv Atromi. Szlovsiko Arif Dess..."

Mo Wenting's eyes popped out. He knew many nobles with long surnames, but he had never seen such an exaggeration.

Looking at this silly woman shaking her head and shaking her head, she was talking about her preparation for the whole night. Don't ask something flashed in her mind, yelling bad.

With a whispered gesture, Mo Wen interrupted Airing's registration.

In the etiquette on the mainland, it is impolite to prevent others from reporting their names. Some peoples even regard it as a shame and will fight for it.

However, this etiquette seems inappropriate for dwarves. When traveling, Mo Wen once heard from his elders that the dwarves are quite proud of their family and often keep all the names of their ancestors. Therefore, the names of the dwarves are all smelly and long.

The emperor’s family of mankind likes to add the title "Wen Cheng Wu De Ren Zhi filial piety, the most holy, faith and love, the Queen Mother" in front of the name

Wait, the eight or nine crosses are very common, but the names of the dwarves often start in the thousands, and they can even be compiled into a dictionary, which is really not a joke.

The elders who talked about this incident did not say whether the dwarves wrote their names for three days and three nights; they also did not say whether they would also interrupt their registration when they were interrupted. The bridge of the other party's nose was broken, but at this time of urgency, it was not an interesting idea to let this woman talk all night, and her own rationality might also collapse, and she had no choice but to ignore her politeness.

"Hmm!"

Eiling was not surprised by this reaction, nodded, but couldn't think of what to say, and the atmosphere between them became dull again.

"Mr. Mo Wen doesn't seem to have a problem, it's great."

I was overjoyed to confirm that he did not read the wrong person, but what happened next?

Things cannot be said to be out of budget, but they are indeed going in the worst direction. Not only did a wolf howling knights pop up for no reason, but there was also a monster with extremely terrifying lethality. Will Mr. Mo Wen be willing to stay?

He said that he would not fight off-budget enemies. What's more, there are so many variables now that there is no need to think about it. The answer is already obvious.

As if to prove the girl's suspicion, Mo Wen whispered: "I don't know the whole thing yet, but as it stands now... If you stick to it, you may be dead!"

Ailing stayed for a while, then nodded, with a flat smile on his face, but confided in an unrelenting heart.

Don’t ask that I don’t understand. It is reasonable to say that taking back the obsidian mirror is not an indispensable job. Since she is from the demon world, there is something really going on. She can hide back to the demon world. I believe no one else will be embarrassed. she was.

"Is there any reason to go on?"

"This..."

Ailing seemed to be eager to talk. She wanted to follow the previous "This, please don't ask okay", but seeing Mo Wen's attitude, she understood that this was the last chance to fight for this man.

"Mr. Mowen, I want to tell you a story..." Ai Ling lowered his head and whispered in a low voice: "If you can, please don't laugh, please?"

He is well-known in the world as the first craftsman in the Demon Realm, and perhaps even the first craftsman in the Continent of Wind, Airing's father, Long. Beethoven is a dwarf who doesn't look amazing.

When he became famous during the Battle of Kyushu, he stood out among the creators with his excellent casting skills. The magic tools and weapons he made were the favorites of warriors and magisters at that time. Everyone made it by holding him. Proud of his weapons.

Without personality, Beethoven rejected the invitation to join the two camps of the humans and demons, and focused all his attention on casting weapons. No matter who the client is, as long as he can put forward the conditions that make him heartwarming, he will cast weapons for him. Although his style has caused some trouble for him, this famous craftsman is also a master of contemporary martial arts. Beethoven easily smashed the uninvited guests who came to provoke him.

Surprised by such a strange person, the great demon king Xuan Ye personally visited the door and asked the famous craftsman to cast a pair of swords for his sister as a birthday gift. The sword is called Mura Masa, and the sword is called Cross. The former follows the second user Temujin. Both disappeared in history, and the latter established countless martial arts at the end of the Kyushu War.

After Xuan Ye's sudden death, the fourth prince of the Demon Clan visited three times in a row to ask for help, hoping that Beethoven would cast an armor for his fourteenth brother who was about to ascend the throne. This pair of armor called the Black Demon Sacred Armor is a masterpiece of Beethoven's life. In addition to pushing his reputation to the top, it also opens a new course for his life.

Through the production of the Black Demon Armor, Beethoven got to know the great demon king Temujin, and was very impressed with his philosophy and personality, and fully supported him. Although short, those short years were the most glorious days in the life of this master craftsman.

The helpless hero does not live long, and Temujin, who is already invincible in the world, was finally besieged and killed by the objects he dedicated his life to, and disappeared on the lonely mountain with his great ideals.

The death of the beloved lord, Long. Beethoven was overwhelmed with anger, and his helplessness was over. Faced with a powerful counterattack from the enemy, the reformists were defeated. Beethoven had to retreat and hide in the vast mountainous area of ​​the Longteng Mountains, living a life of seclusion.

As for the heroic deeds of her father back then, Airing is not clear, because Beethoven is not a person who likes to mention the past, and she only knows his father’s famous creation, and has followed the Great Demon King, and After retiring because of the death of the lord, I met her mother...