Shape of the Wind – Volume Meteorite Chapter 3: The barren mountain and the moon

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In the evening, Ai Ling found a campsite, untied the llama's rope, and let the horse graze.

Good luck today. There is a mountain spring near the camping site, and there is a huge cave on the mountain wall, where you can shelter and you don’t need to sleep in the open air.

"Mr. Egg, Mr. Egg, stir happily, relaxed mood, unlimited smile, everything will be better..."

Ailing humming a small song, pour the evenly stirred egg flower into boiling water, preparing to make a simple soup flower dish.

"Full-featured, super delicious and extremely invincible chef" seems to have a serious design error, so that this little inventor, after disassembly and inspection, declared in frustration that the invention had failed and was unable to work.

However, fortunately for this, Mo Wen is deeply grateful that he can eat a normal meal. If I continue to be spoofed by Ai Ling, I am afraid that he will die of malnutrition before he is killed on the battlefield. It's dead.

Mo Wen's right hand has been wrapped in a bandage. It has a certain ability to protect the body, and the body is much stronger than ordinary people. The high fever that would have caused third-degree burns was just a bandage.

Before leaving in the morning, Mo Wen deliberately inspected the remains of the Scarlet-Eyed Demon Ape, and found that the appearance of the Scarlet-Eyed Demon Ape was somewhat different from the legendary demon ape. Under the thick black hair, the muscles of the Scarlet-Eyed Demon ape showed scaly This is why the lightsaber fails.

Recalling the materials I read at Jixia Academy, I wonder if the Scarlet-Eyed Demon Ape is a scaly creature, at least not during the Kyushu War.

How to explain the current mutation?

Natural evolution?

Mo Wen shook his head. Although it is not impossible to cause such a large biological evolution in two thousand years, it is still too low. If it is man-made, it is easier to believe.

Sorcerers who are familiar with ancient secrets can use their knowledge to perform operations such as biological modification to achieve this kind of mutation. This idea is by no means impossible. The red-eyed demon ape belongs to the demon world and cannot cross the border. Appear in the center of the human world, unless it is a very capable wizard who forcibly opens the two-world channel.

A magician of this level who can open a realm channel is by no means mediocre. If he needs to implement biological transformation, he will naturally be familiar with it, so this explanation is logical.

Looking at Ai Ling who was busy, Mo Wen faintly felt that he was in a lot of trouble.

Ailing’s request was to protect her until she retrieved something from someone’s hands. Judging from the current situation, if the Scarlet-Eyed Demon Ape is related to that "someone", the content of "something" is far from simple.

Will it be a magic tool?

Mo Wen is very unfavorable, this is the common reaction of all warriors. Normal martial artists usually put all their energy and mental strength in the pursuit of martial arts. They are not like bards. In addition to their martial arts, they are also proficient in certain special spells.

Except for a few magic knights of Reince, the general warriors have poor resistance to so-called magic. Although they may have paid attention to some simple common sense of magic, they are basically incompatible with the magical way. , Do not interact with each other.

For this reason, Mo Wen frowned.

The trouble doesn't only come from the enemy, even the confused lady next to her is a hidden explosive that doesn't know when it will go wrong.

This girl can adjust lightsabers. From the point of view of the results (not the consequences), she is already a qualified adjuster. It is a sought-after industry that specializes in repairing lightsabers and adjusting power.

A good lightsaber must also have a good maintainer. In fact, first-class adjusters can often bring the lightsaber back to life. Therefore, excellent knights will also hire several adjusters to stay. .

Because the production of lightsabers involves knowledge of the Primordial Demon Path, if you have a specialization, you can even be upgraded to a creator. Therefore, a qualified adjuster must also be a well-learned person, plus various assessments. Can be a teacher.

And the girl's age...well! Although the height is not easy to determine, Mo Wen has only seen such a young adjuster from the gloss of the skin, the face, and the charm of speech.

No!

Thinking this way, she may have underestimated her. If from the perspective of Ai Ling's invention tendency, this girl has the potential to become a creator. As long as she can get rid of the careless and confused personality, it will become a great thing in time.

Mo Wen couldn't help but smile, this girl can be regarded as a genius because of her excellent aptitude. The problem is, if the above speculation is true, the hidden meaning behind it is no small thing.

The adjuster cannot emerge out of thin air. No matter how great a genius is, there is no way to be acquainted with the profound meaning of the ancient magic way at birth. To cultivate a successful talent, you must have a relative knowledge network.

Ailing’s conversation and dressing up clearly indicate that although the girl has traveled for some time, she is still in the world. Most of her life is spent in a deserted mountain that is isolated from humans. In that case, where did her knowledge of making objects come from?

Family biography?

This is a question that must be understood.

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

Ailing filled a bowl of hot soup, and carefully gave it to Mo.

It’s a mountainous area, but it’s not lonely. The surrounding jungle is full of lush trees and many birds and beasts. Mo Wen hunted fragrant deer before, picked some wild mushrooms, and gave it to Ailing to wash his hands and cook the soup. Very rich.

Eiling divided the food for the two of them, stepped back alone, knelt on the ground with palms together, closed his eyes, put a smile away, his small faces were solemn, and he was muttering words in his mouth to perform some kind of pre-dinner ritual.

Don’t be surprised, knowing that this is a special etiquette of certain ethnic groups. Before the meal, you need to pray to the gods of your faith, thank the gods, and enjoy the grace of this meal.

For this matter, Don’t ask me: “You should thank me if you want to thank you! Those things are what I hunted so hard, what do you do to thank God?”

However, Mo Wen didn't mean to ridicule. First, he respected his personal religious beliefs. Second, he was like this girl a long time ago, sincerely thanking the gods for every success.

Until that happened...

"Mr. Don't ask, why don't you eat it?"

After finishing the pre-dinner gift, Ai Ling said in a low voice when he realized that Mo Wen was staring at the bowl in a daze.

"Is it right? The things that Airing makes are not delicious..."

While speaking, pouting his mouth, head down, peeking at Mowen's reaction.

Don't smile, raise your arm and place the bowl on your lips, let the cool soup run down your throat, and slowly warm the whole chest cavity.

He didn't dare to drink it. In addition to wanting to taste the food carefully, he was also worried. If this stupid girl would be a genius to treat cooking as a spoof, then the consequences of drinking this bowl of soup must be more and more fortunate. .

In fact, just because he didn't dare to rest assured, Mo Wen even volunteered to take care of the cooking ingredients. If he wasn't too lazy to do it, he even wanted to cook it himself, lest he drank the soup, only to find that the soup was a lot of colorful At that time, the flower mushrooms will be under the care of evil virtues, and they will not look at their eyes, and will laugh at the ghost soldiers in the underworld until the next life.

Fortunately, the taste of the soup is normal. Although it is too cold, the taste is still delicious. Don't worry about drinking it all in one sip.

(It seems that as long as it is not related to machinery, nothing will go wrong!)

Mo Wen wiped his mouth with a towel, thinking so.

In future evaluations, Mo Wen’s thoughts at this time are undoubtedly overly optimistic. Fortunately, he did not suffer from this. What really troubles him is that the group suffered from accidents. A graduate student who is suffering from injury, and a certain uncle who has paid a large sum of money and rolled his eyes.

"Wow! Great, Mr. Mo Wen finished the soup made by Airing."

As if his invention was affirmed, Ai Ling was so excited that he even grabbed Mo Wen's hand, smiled and clapped his hands, sang nursery rhymes and danced, happy as if he had won a treasure.

After dinner, Airing packed up, lit the campfire, and got ready to go to bed.

Mo Wen found Ai Ling, took out the lightsaber, made a few gestures, and asked her how to adjust the lightsaber and where it came from.

"I adjusted this lightsaber myself. I modified some old designs, and the effect will be three to five times stronger than the original one. Because it hasn't been adjusted yet, there are still many problems that caused Mr. Mo Wen to be injured. I'm so sorry."

With her little hand on her back and head down, Airing apologized in a serious manner, but when asked where he learned from, Airing's expression dimmed and she whispered.

"Buma taught."

Buma is the nomadic name for father.

"It really is a family biography!"

This answer is not surprising to Mo asked.

"Bouma is very good and can do a lot of things, but some people want to find Bouma to do something, but Bouma is unwilling, so she takes me and Sima to hide in the mountains."

Sima, calling her mother. When Airing said this, her face looked very sad, as if something made her sad.

The explanation of Ai Ling was very vague. Mo Wen noticed that Ai Ling was deliberately ambiguous, but he didn't plan to ask more.

Listening to Airing, her father seems to be a famous creator.

Creators with very high craftsmanship will choose customers carefully because the artifacts made are of great importance, but this often offends local powers and causes disasters.

In order to avoid all kinds of harassment, many creators hide their names, hide in the wilderness, and make artifacts according to their own ideals. This is common knowledge on the mainland.

To be able to teach such an excellent daughter, the father's ability can be imagined. If he has to be employed by the public, he should also be a court maker.

Mo Wen flipped through the list of people in his mind, recalling that there was the first-class creator who had offended the court and disappeared. After thinking about it for a long time, he found nothing. Although there are not many examples of this kind, it is by no means rare. Mo Wen again I didn't pay much attention, so I couldn't think of the exact person.

Mo Wen has no intention of continuing to ask questions. Although people like this are excellent, they may be wanted because they offend the rich and powerful. Therefore, they stay simple and fear the leakage of their whereabouts. Ailing does not want to say more, which is normal. I shouldn't ask more.

As soon as I thought about this, Mo Wen also remembered the reason why he was "Don't ask", and couldn't help feeling bad.

Depressed, with nowhere to vent, Mo Wen took out the treasured flute in his arms, removed the outer silk cover, put it on the side of his mouth, swallowed and played.

The flute is made of fine jadeite, it is warm and crystal clear, and the whole body is green. It is a priceless treasure at first glance, but the shape is very strange, only five and a half holes, and a small part of the end, like It was cut off by someone with a sharp edge.

Ailing is considered a connoisseur in appreciating utensils. When I look at the appearance of the flute, I can see that these treasures cannot be owned by the princes and nobles in the world. From this point of view, Mr. Mo Wen’s past , Is also very unusual.

The sound of the flute is curled up and down. Although a hole and a half are missing, under the skill of the player, the tune is still flying smoothly, and it is not audible, which shows that the music level of the xiao person is high.

Listening to this song is like a kind of love song. At some turning points, there are also a few flowery accents. The sound is suspended, beautiful and soft, and tender and deep. However, I can't feel it in the ears of Ai Ling. The joy of being in love, on the contrary, I feel an unusual atmosphere of sadness.

Why is this happening?

To be more careful, it was probably the original seven-hole tune, but I barely played it with five and a half holes. Although Mr. Mo Wen reluctantly replaced it with other scales, it still produced a slight sense of incongruity. Of course, except for this. , There are some more important reasons, that is not what Airing can understand now.

The sound of flute gradually sounded, and it was blown higher and higher, like hitting a jade, like a crystal humming, and afterwards, it was like a waterfall and a torrent of torrents, and it could not be suppressed, as if the player was pinning his full passion on In the sound of the flute, let the notes linger among the mountains along the mountain breeze.

In the end, there were echoes from the surrounding mountains dozens of miles away, and all the hills that were played were all humming, and the sound spread for thousands of miles.

When the music reached the highest level and Airing’s heart hung from her chest, it suddenly rose again, as if the silver bottle broke, the gong broke, and the flute sounded like a meteor that pierced the sky. After reaching the highest horizon, it suddenly descended rapidly, fell to the ground, and then fell silent.

Mo Wen put down the flute, held it in his hand, and rubbed it carefully, as if he had a lot of thoughts. After that, there was no more words.

Ailing is silent, this is not an occasion for her to speak.

The climate in the southern section of the Shu Road is mild, and the night is constant temperature, but at this time it is deep winter and it is in the high mountains. Therefore, the low temperature at night often causes the cold teeth of passing travelers to tremble.

Ailing added firewood to light the campfire, and put special burning stones in it, so that the campfire would not go out all night.

Mo Wen sat alone, drinking scented tea in his spare time. The long-term education has helped him develop the habit of drinking tea during rest, five times a day without compromise.

Actually, according to his personal wishes, he prefers to drink, but it is not suitable now.

"Hey yo hey yo..."

Eiling moved the hay from the car to the cave, spread out the blanket, and brought some rocks and branches to make a simple wooden bed.

When everything was done, Ai Ling ran to Mo Wen and said good night.

"Mr. Mo Wen, you can rest!"

Mo Wen stretched his face, slanted his eyes, and glared at her.

Being in bed with this stunted girl is not a fascinating thing. After all, he doesn't think he has fallen to the point where he wants to sleep with this kind of kid.

He held a few thick clothes in Ai Ling's hand. It seemed that he was planning to find a tree and lie down on his own, just like last night, and give the bed to Mowen.

Ailing said, she shuddered a little, as if she felt the coolness of the night, Mo Wen looked in the bottom of his eyes, and had a good idea.

The height of the camp tonight is better than last night, and the temperature has dropped again. If the girl sleeps in the open air at night, maybe she will catch a cold the next day.

Perhaps, Ai Ling thinks that he has not paid enough, and is worried that if a helper is not well received, he will go away. Therefore, he deliberately compromised on these details.

It's her own business to think about it, but Mowen doesn't appreciate this approach.

"Hey!" Ai Ling gave a sturdy reward.

Mo Wen stood up, chose a huge pine tree near the edge of the cliff, spotted the main branch, and jumped up and stood on it smoothly. The pine branch at the foot didn't even sway.

I wiped it a few times at random to dry the environment, Mo Wen lay on his back on a tree branch with pine branches, swaying along the mountain breeze like a wave, quietly. Listening to Songtao, you are as unrestrained as a god.

"Mr. Don't ask why he sleeps like this!"

Eiling worried, chased under the tree, and asked softly.

Don't ask me to ignore her, just make a few gestures and say: You fool is too dangerous, and you may be fatal if you walk too close, so keep your distance for safety.

"Hate, why do you say that..."

To Mo Wen this, Ai Ling blushed and groaned slightly, but the words were more joyful than the others.

The allocation of beds was established. Mo Wen resolutely slept in the tree bed and refused to get down. The paved hay bed naturally gave it to Airing.

Don't ask and look up to the sky, but seeing the bright moon in the sky, and the vast clouds of thousands of miles, it is a lonely and clear one. There is only a cold moon and brilliance, thinking of the world like the moon, and the impermanence of the world.

(Before you used to say that we should weep when we see the moon together. Now although I am thousands of miles away from you, I have the same heart when we see the moon together. Have you ever shed tears for me, a person who does not ask? ?)

Thinking of the warmth of the past, I hugged each other day and night, but now I am forced to separate the two places and cannot see each other. Mo Wen felt a great pain in his heart, and wished to fly to that person right away.

(Sorry! I'm so useless. Until now, I can't save you. Please wait a while. As long as the one-year period expires, I will definitely save you. .)

Thinking of the person's current situation, Mo Wen clenched his fists, anxious.

With his always-emotional personality, as early as he recovered from a serious injury, he went deep into the enemy's territory and wanted to rescue that person. However, the enemy's strength was too strong, but his own skill was not as good as before. Long down, assisted by a contact, Mo Wen almost died, and finally saw the opportunity, get out of trouble in time before revealing his whereabouts, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

"Please wait! As soon as the one-year period expires, I will definitely see you."

The deep thoughts were blocked by the ruthless reality, and turned into the fire of hell, mossing the body and mind of a silver-haired man.

Don't curse his own incompetence, cowardice, resentment and sadness, and unwilling to vent, he slammed a punch and hit the trunk behind him. The pine tree shook slightly and the branches and leaves rustled.

If it were in the past, you can break the tree with a single punch. Today, you will be angry with the next blow. It's just that the tree trunk is swayed slightly, and the degree of skill decline is really impossible to calculate.

Looking down at his scarred right palm, Mo Wen was sad and almost crying.

"Apozido, Muka Anodoro..."

In the cave behind, there was a soft singing of a girl, which was Ai Ling's singing. The girl seemed to insist, she couldn't sleep without listening to the song, and she had to sing it to herself under the utter boredom.

The tune itself is very melodious and beautiful, although it does not understand the meaning, it still does not compromise its beauty.

It's just that, based on some inexplicable emotion, I felt very bad when I heard this song, and I couldn't tell what it was for. In short, I was immediately upset, as if there was something heavy on my chest, and I couldn't let it go.

In anger, Mo Wen drew out Airing's lightsaber and threw it into the hole with his backhand, expressing his applause.

The lightsaber entered the hole, and only a ping-pong sound was heard. Ai Ling stopped singing, knowing Mo Wen's anger, and didn't dare to sing anymore.

Don't ask the lightsaber to leave his hand, and he regrets it in his heart. No matter how unhappy, he can't vent his anger with innocent people. Besides, the other party is only a girl with unknown personnel, and it shouldn't be angered at her.

I was hesitating to apologize to Airing, there was a strange sound of a button in the cave, followed by a soft and gentle sonata venting from the cave, listening to the tune, it was Airing Sing a little song.

Mo Wen couldn't help being dumb, and his anger vanished.

The girl actually naively thought that her bad singing voice would cause discomfort to others, so she didn’t know when she made a music box with dexterity, and if her singing continued to cause discomfort, she changed it. music.

A little girl can have such resilience to the environment, face everything optimistically, and look at herself, but only know how to complain about herself. In comparison, she is really ashamed.

Mo Wen made up his mind. Tomorrow morning anyway, he wanted to apologize to the girl, but at this moment, he heard a strange metal sound coming from the cave, followed by a muffled noise.

"Boom!"

"Wow! How come this is happening, isn't the gear tightened? Why did it disintegrate..."

Hearing the commotion in the cave, Don't ask, smile for a moment, and chuckle.

This confused girl did add a lot of laughter to him. If she were not for her, she would be even more gloomy now!

What a wonderful character, he is obviously a confused little fool, but with such assimilation power, it makes people around him fall into laughter.

I was meditating, and suddenly felt the sound of the wind behind my ears, and there was something approaching from the right back.

"Crack quack..."

Looking back, a red-eyed demon ape spread out its wings and flew up along the mountain wall quietly.

Detecting that the enemy has found his position, the Scarlet-Eyed Demon ape screamed, inspired the strong wind, and rushed forward.

Mo Wen's lightsaber had been damaged in the morning collision, and the borrowed one was thrown back to Ai Ling. Now he was unarmed, lying on a tree branch, and immediately fell into danger.

Seeing the enemy's claws approaching at first glance, Mo Wen looked as usual, and he picked up a pine needle and aimed at the red-eyed demon ape, with a stroke across his neck.

The "Qua" miracle happened. When the pine needles crossed the neck of the Scarlet-Eyed Demon Ape, no, it seems correct. From beginning to end, due to the difference between the bodies of the two sides, the pine needles have been three distances from the entity of the Scarlet-Eyed Demon ape. Strike across the air.

However, when this beautiful arc is finished, the scarlet-eyed demon ape seems to have cut through the sharpest sword, twice as thick as an ordinary person’s neck, broken into two, separated from the head and spouted Big canopy blood rain, falling down the cliff.

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work! It still makes a sound..."

Mo Wen sighed silently, and threw away the pine needles. The face under the silver hair was neither triumphant nor half-smile after victory. It was just plain, just like a little sesame thing was done casually, nothing to do. Importantly, this kind of performance shows his true strength, a tyrannical strength that he does not want to appear in front of others.

Lying on the pine branches, don’t ask to look at the bright moon, without drowsiness, the surrounding temperature is getting cooler, but it is not as cool as the coolness of Xiaoxiang, the branches and leaves are shaking with the wind, and the night is also dark.

The noise in the cave is endless, it seems that the little inventor, it is difficult to sleep tonight.

In December 5, 60 of the El Tienor calendar, in the future, with the ABS series of optical weapons, the XYZ series of magic guides, and the production of many artifacts, he is famous for Kunlun, the all-round creator in charge of the Taikoo Magic Way Research Institute, Long. Einstein is just a stupid girl at the moment.

Perhaps the same as Mo Wen’s own evaluation. Since his physical condition has not responded, his martial arts at this moment is so bad that although he sensed that there are other scarlet-eyed demon apes hiding nearby, he didn’t find it more important. Message.

Seeing his own kind kill this man with a sword, and the two scarlet-eyed demon apes hiding on the nearby hills, he was instinctively frightened and didn't launch another attack.

It's just that the command to kill deeply rooted in their minds is in conflict with their fear at the moment, and they cannot decide to retreat or attack for a while.

At this time, a voice affected their decision.

"Why bother? Since it's here, don't go back!"

Along with these words came fierce killing intent and killing. Both hands hit the back of the two demon apes at the same time, just as he had done dozens of times before, the two demon apes were exposed to high temperature. He was surrounded by blood and flames, and in the blink of an eye it became two lumps of carbon black that were difficult to distinguish.

"Human beings are really weird things... to call such things as demons is simply a humiliation to my clan!"

Easily burned and killed two demon apes, and someone stepped on a tree branch with a majestic figure and red jade-like hair, shining brightly in the starry night. Staring at Mo Wen and Airing on the opposite mountainside, he muttered to himself with a confused expression.

"Should I bring people back now? The master will definitely blame me for troubles! However, the talent of the younger sister to cause troubles should not be underestimated, so don't get involved in any unreasonable trouble..."

Suffering from his embarrassing position, the man named "Zhu Yan" smiled helplessly after he couldn't make up his mind again.

It's just that, in the end, Zhu Yan also backfired, because someone who is good at causing troubles will naturally appear even if they sit at home.

A mountain cave two hundred miles away from the habitat of Ai Ling and Mo Wen, there are dozens of red-eyed demon apes living in it. They were originally prepared to launch an attack on the enemy. They sensed the death of the same kind. The intense anger and killing intent, but this feeling was fleeting, and then they reverted to what they had been doing just now... they curled up and trembled violently.

The scarlet-eyed demon apes are huge creatures, and because of this, it makes people feel very uncoordinated to see them hug each other and don’t dare to look up. To stand upright, people can fully understand this extreme fear.

The source of fear, at the deepest dark end of the cave, the unstoppable sound of gold and iron, and bursts of cold air that make people’s blood freeze, the fear of wild intuition, the scarlet-eyed demon ape can only Hugging his head and curling up, he didn't dare to enter the cave at all. What is the sacred thing that strangled ten of their kind into pieces while rushing into the cave not long ago?

"...damn...what is this chain made of...why keep biting..."

While speaking in a low voice, the collision of gold and iron made a sudden sound. It seemed that he had been trying to bite the chain off his body, and once again gave up this labor.

"...there is no way...it seems...we should kill the leftover seeds first, and then go find her old man to unlock the chain!"