Chapter 843 Master, Your Cloth Is Gone

His relatives were killed, and it was the demon who killed them. This man's wife and children were killed, but it was the people who killed them.

Meng Ziyi couldn't help but think it was ridiculous. At that moment, he thought of himself because of what happened to the old man.

There is a reason for the monster hunter to kill the monster. What about his relatives, who has provoked whom, and why did the monster kill them?

Humans can still theorize, but what about demons?

Therefore, there is only one kill in his eyes, and since he can't reason with it, he will directly slash it with a knife!

Nan Xun noticed the murderous intent released by Meng Ziyi at that moment, and he had expected it in his heart. Trick him to listen to this story together, and I don't know if it will pull him closer, or... push him further. Alas, there is a long way to go.

The killing intent on Meng Ziyi was fleeting, and it became calm again. Guo Yuran's mood was unstable at this time, and naturally he didn't notice it.

Seeing that he was still scolding, Nan Xun suddenly followed suit: "What shameless demon hunter, how can he kill without saying a word? The canary is fine, but why didn't he let a little baby go? Beast, simply beast! Scum!"

The old man Guo was stunned when he heard the angry scolding that overshadowed him. He didn't expect the scabbard to scolded him. If she is really a scabbard spirit, her master is right in front of her, and she is also a monster hunter. Is she scolding the monster hunter in front of her master?

Not to mention the old man Guo, even Meng Ziyi was startled.

After a short pause, the old man Guo continued to curse: "Yes, that old man named Jiang is a beast! Bitch!"

Nan Xun's voice was higher than his: "Beasts! Bastards! This kind of person is a waste of food in the world, and he will definitely go to eighteen levels of hell after death..."

The two of you scolded me one sentence at a time, and at the end, the old man Guo suddenly laughed out loud, "Hahaha...you have a straightforward personality with a clear scabbard, clear love and hate, much more likable than your master, the old man likes it!"

Meng Ziyi raised his head, and then lowered it as if nothing had happened. The story was almost heard, and the blood-stained demon-slaying sword was almost wiped.

"Elder Guo, did you later become a ghost hunter just to seek revenge for that old master?" Nan Xun asked curiously, "Since that old master is a demon hunter, why did Mr. Guo become a ghost hunter?"

There are many Taoist sects in this world. Although the disciples of these sects are all skilled in the art of catching monsters and hunting ghosts, there are still primary and secondary distinctions. The sorcerer of the art is called the ghost hunter, and the others who have no primary or secondary distinction are generally called the sorcerer or the Taoist priest.

The old man Guo cursed at ease just now, and when she heard her calling him from old man to Guo old man, he felt a lot better.

"Because I know that if I learn the same thing as him, I won't think about revenge in my life, it's better to find another way to attack its shortcomings.

After burying my wife and children, I left my homeland and embarked on a road of no return. My only purpose in this life is to kill Wushan Jiangmo Laoer. I can't help but kill him! "

"Wushan Jiang Mo? Master, have you heard of it?" Nan Xun suddenly asked Meng Ziyi.

Naturally, she asked knowingly. As a gifted demon hunter, how could he not know the big figures of these sects? Moreover, she noticed that when old man Guo mentioned this name, Meng Ziyi's expression changed slightly.

It seems that not only has he heard of it, he has also come into contact with this person.

"I heard something." Mencius said lightly, not wanting to say more.

Back then when he was expelled from his division, he met that senior by chance on the way. He admired his aptitude and wanted him to join his school, but he refused.

There is no reason for one person to worship two divisions, even if he is expelled from the division.

If it was this senior Jiang, Meng Ziyi would have some understanding of this old Guo in front of him. Even if three hundred evil ghosts are used to refine a ghost king, he may not be able to kill that person. However, he did not say this.

It is sad that people live a lifetime because of hatred. Wouldn’t it be even more sad if they knew that their perseverance in this life was far from what they thought?

"Elder Guo, I hope you can get what you want as soon as possible." Nan Xun said to the old man.

The old man Guo responded in a spirited manner: "By your auspicious words, I will definitely take the dog's life from that old man!"

Nan Xun didn't ask him why he practiced sorcery now. These are obvious things. He was fortunate enough to join the ghost hunting sect back then, but he was intent on taking revenge and took various shortcuts. In the end, he was expelled from his teacher's sect for practicing sorcery.

This is somewhat similar to Meng Ziyi, but Meng Ziyi was expelled because he was too violent, and the reason for his expulsion was far-fetched.

Nan Xun didn't know what to think, so he asked Xiaoba: "This old Guo has committed a lot of lives, right?"

Xiaoba: "I ask him knowingly, does he look like he kills few people?"

Nan Xun sighed: "Poor people must have something to hate. If it wasn't for the master this time, the innocent Zeng Yuanwai may have been tortured to death by ghost face sores, and this is just because he took people's money and people to eliminate disasters. ."

Xiaoba: "Hatred is a very scary thing, it can blind people's eyes and minds, no one believes in only themselves, and it may become murderous, capable people become big villains because of hatred, such as Mencius Yi, incompetent people become cannon fodder because of hatred, like this old man in front of him."

Nan Xun suddenly laughed, "He won't be blinded by hatred, and he won't kill people like numbness. With me here, he won't fall into that fate."

Hachi did not refute. It sometimes feels that Nan Xunte, who is full of arrogance, is like a savior who saves the common people, but in a certain way, she is.

The villain who saves a world is not saving the world.

"Let's go." Mencius said lightly, not letting Nan Xun continue chatting with Mr. Guo.

He picked up the scabbard from the ground and inserted the wiped demon-slaying knife into it, but the rag that had been used for an unknown number of years was thrown on the ground by him.

The rag had already been dyed dark red by the blood stains that could not be washed before, but at this time, because the blood on the Demon Slayer Sword had just been wiped, it turned red and bright, and it lay on the ground like that, exuding a bloody smell.

Nan Xun was surprised and reminded: "Master, the cloth you used to wipe the knife fell on the ground."

Mencius: "No, let's change another piece."

"But Master, you have used this cloth for many years. You are obviously used to it. How can you throw it away?"

"Giving up something isn't as hard as you might think."

"Ah? Oh yes, I think so too! So next time I have a bed to sleep in, can the master lie down and sleep?"

"……let me consider it."

"Why do you still think about such a good thing? I just said that habits are not so difficult to change."

"I'm talking about letting go of something you don't need."

"That's not what it means."

"..."

As the two walked away, the conversation between the two became smaller and smaller.