Chapter 945 Chapter 945: Uncle and nephew recognize each other [asking for monthly votes]
“Can this be false?”
Gong Xiqiu became anxious when he heard this.
I have been looking for my eldest brother and nephew for how many years, and finally found them. How can my identity be questioned? So he said firmly and forcefully: "Yes, I am your second uncle, you are my eldest nephew, and your father is my eldest brother!"
Gong Xiqiu has a face that speaks very reliably.
In addition, the two of them have similar looks and belong to the same clan, and even the two life lamps are next to each other. Jimo Qiu's doubts were instantly dispelled, and an extremely strange and sour warmth surged in his heart. Although he took the death of the teacher whom he depended on very openly and was not at all sad or mournful, it was an indisputable fact that he was left in the world by the other person. He was not sad but lonely.
Now that he has found his blood relative, it seems as if the missing corner filled with wind in his heart has been filled by something, and his eyes soften. But for some reason, he was asked to call him Second Uncle Gongxi Qiu. He couldn't say it out loud, so he just nodded at him reservedly.
"Um."
This is considered to be an acknowledgment of this relative.
Even so, just one "hmm" made Gong Xiqiu happy inside, and the auditory hallucination of gongs, drums and firecrackers in his ears became more serious. Jimo Qiu immediately interrupted his silly joy and turned his gaze to Gong Cheng, who was staring at him eagerly. The latter did not take advantage of the warm reunion between their uncle and nephew to make a sneak attack. It is not known whether he was confident in his own strength or disdainful of using such crooked ways.
Gong Xiqiu grinned and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
“Haha, I forgot that there is something I haven’t finished yet!”
Gong Cheng looked at the two of them indifferently, but there was a bit of nostalgia and envy in his eyes. Once upon a time, he also had a second uncle who treated him like his own son. He woke up from his memories in an instant, covering up all the emotions that he shouldn't have and that made him weak: "Even if you two join forces, you will not be my opponent. The mountains and rivers here are beautiful, and it is a good place to bury bones. It's good to have a companion on the road. Not so lonely.”
Gong Xiqiu almost turned black.
Since he has grown so big, he has always been the only one who can show off, and no one can show off in front of him, let alone his eldest nephew. With Gong Cheng's words, how could he establish the tall image of his second uncle? The murderous intention towards Gong Cheng increased greatly.
He spat blood: "You're dreaming!"
Today, he can die, but the eldest nephew cannot.
Just when Gong Xiqiu was thinking of a countermeasure, the eldest nephew beside him raised his hand and transformed into a wooden stick with a familiar shape. The only difference was that the top of the stick was decorated with a small red flower swaying in the wind. As the wooden staff appeared, a low-key and gorgeous high priest's broad robe instantly covered his body. Around his neck was a silver necklace linked from end to end, adorned with various jewelry of different colors.
Gong Cheng’s originally relaxed expression turned serious.
The old man who gave him the power of enlightenment introduced him to the characteristics of the high priest of the Gongxi tribe before he died. The boy in front of me is a perfect match! The old man also said that the high priest's strength and cultivation could be judged by the accessories on his body and the dark patterns on his clothes. The more gorgeous the accessories and the more complex the dark patterns, the more profound the high priest's cultivation...
Although the high priest of the Gongxi tribe is not as easy-going as the Wenxin scribes, nor is he as powerful as the brave warriors in the destructive ability of landslides and landslides, he has extremely strong auxiliary abilities. Especially when the opponent is surrounded by Gongxi people, it is difficult to deal with them.
Gong Cheng thought secretly: [You can’t keep both of them! 】
Fortunately, Jimo Qiu is still young. If he had been allowed to grow up for a few more years and he had joined forces with Gong Xiqiu, he would have been the one left behind today. Ink-colored martial energy spurted out from Gong Cheng's palm, and in the blink of an eye it gathered into a mass that looked like a substance. This ink-colored halo is like a beating heart. Between the opening and closing, the breath is getting higher and higher, and there is a vague purple current flowing.
Just when Gong Xiqiu had a sad idea in his mind and was thinking about whether to use the forbidden technique to gamble one life for another, the eldest nephew beside him turned into a seal with one palm. Gong Xiqiu was familiar with this move. The old priest in the clan had used it before, and it was considered a standard starting move.
He gave up all means of retreat in an instant.
With his eyes gleaming with indomitable energy, he raised his head and shouted: "Okay, today you, my uncle and my nephew will fight him!"
The damaged armor was instantly restored to complete form as the martial energy actuated it.
The result is—
After a few breaths, only a huge pit of a hundred feet was left in place.
Liu Changshi waited until the movement subsided before stepping forward in horror.
She turned pale, looked at the huge pit filled with scorching heat and where sand and soil gathered into "water", and asked, "Are they dead?"
Gong Cheng raised his hand and looked at his palm.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "No."
Just when he was about to face off against Gong Xiqiu, Gong Xiqiu and his eldest nephew suddenly disappeared, along with several martial arts warriors nearby who were watching the fun. It was activated in an instant, and there was no trace left on the spot except that of the high priest.
Liu Changshi understood: "Escaped?"
Gong Cheng nodded: "Yes, I escaped."
Still unable to intercept it at all.
If you are an ordinary literary scholar or a brave warrior, this kind of golden cicada's word spirit will need some preparation time from activation to taking effect. This gap is enough for Gong Cheng to destroy the word spirit. Even if it cannot be destroyed, it can still leave some clues.
Under normal circumstances, this kind of speaking spirit cannot escape very far.
As long as you find the clues, you can catch up in no time.
However, the power system of the high priest is naturally closely related to the heaven and earth. In other words, the clues he left behind are also part of the world and a part of all things. Gong Cheng tried to chase but couldn't find any clues, so he put his hand away and said, "Go back."
Liu Changshi was angry but dared not speak out when he heard this.
Because of Gong Xiqiu, Gong Cheng stayed here for some time. In addition, Gong Xiqiu's nephew wasted a lot of precious time. It would have been nice if Gong Cheng could eliminate these two hidden dangers, but he let them all run away, and the hidden piles in Jinli County also missed precious time to remedy the situation. Liu Changshi's face was so gloomy right now that she could shed tears. She didn't need to think about it to know that Jinli County had been purged.
I don’t know how much I can save if I go back now.
She took a deep breath: "This trip failed..."
Gong Cheng didn’t need her to hint.
“I will take full responsibility and will not let you be punished.”
Liu Changshi clenched his fists and slowly unclenched them. As the turbid air came out of his chest, his hanging heart dropped to the ground: "Okay."
Gong Cheng is a confidant who the Lord has to rely on. As long as it is not betrayal, any of his mistakes can be tolerated, but this is not the case for himself. Liu Changshi had finally climbed to his current position, and he didn't want to be brutally beaten back to his original form just because his plan failed. Gong Cheng is willing to take the blame, which is what she wants.
The words are divided into two parts—
Jimo Qiu and his party also encountered a little trouble.
To be precise, it was caused by Gong Xiqiu.
Gong Cheng's long-awaited killing move failed and created a huge crater. Gong Xiqiu suddenly lost his target and had no time to stop his attack. Naturally, he also caused a big disaster. The snake-shaped halberd punched a big hole in the mountain with its momentum, and the whole person fell into the ruins of the crack and was buried by falling rocks. If the Martial Totem hadn't curled up to create a space to protect him at the critical moment, he would have been seriously injured.
In fact, the injury is not much better now.
Shao Chong, Chao Lian and Fourth Uncle Lin pulled him out of the ruins, covered in blood. Fang Yan did not move. He had severe mysophobia and disliked Gong Xiqiu for being too dirty. Jimo Qiu didn't move either, because he wanted to maintain the stability of the temporarily created cave.
“Cough cough cough—”
Gong Xiqiu coughed and spit out several mouthfuls of sand, forced himself to sit up, held his hand on Zui's distressed waist, limped to Jimo Qiu's side, and complained with a disgraced face: "Eldest nephew, why don't you talk to that person?" Are you going to fight for 180 rounds? You and my uncle and nephew join forces, even if we can’t let him stay, we have to take off one of his hands! Your second uncle and I will fight against the invincible opponent in the northwest!"
He tried hard to leave a strong first impression on his nephew, letting his good nephew know how tall and mighty his second uncle was. He was a fierce warrior of the Gongxi clan and the most powerful and reliable sword beside the high priest. He had imagined countless creative appearances and his nephew's adoring and admiring eyes, but he didn't want to be ruined by Gong Cheng. Zhuzi should be skinned and torn apart!
Jimo Qiu: "It's useless if you take one more leg off him."
The biggest difference between the last three realms of brave warriors and the seventeenth-level chariot commanders does not lie in the amount of martial spirit, exquisite moves, and strength, but in the integration with heaven and earth, the growth of spirit, and the gradual growth of physical body. Break away from the realm of mortals.
The answer is no.
I'm going to get one more beating.
So Jimo Qiu chose to run.
He didn't feel there was any shame in running away if he couldn't fight, but he was a little surprised by the impulsiveness of the second uncle in front of him.
Gong Xiqiu sighed: "Well, let's bring bad luck to him in the future. We will keep the green hills without worrying about having no firewood. Let us, our uncle and nephew, write down this account for him. If we meet again in the future, we will have to twist his brains out. He still has his hands and feet broken." Can it grow again, but what if I lose my brain?"
Jimo Qiu looked at him who was covered in blood: "Let's not talk about this for now. I will help you recover from your injuries first, so as not to leave hidden diseases."
Gong Xiqiu grinned stupidly.
“No, no, no, no need for this little injury.”
Jimo Qiu’s eyes seemed to disapprove.
Gong Xiqiu said: "I'll just shed my skin."
Although his cultivation level has not yet reached the level of being able to regenerate severed limbs, in a sense, this is stronger than regenerating severed limbs. As long as he still has a trace of his heart and a breath left, he can use the totem to shed his skin to speed up his recovery from injuries.
Nearly immortal.
Gong Xiqiu guessed that this might be related to his death.
He was not going to confess this matter to his eldest nephew, not because he was on guard, but because the night of genocide had passed, and he did not want his close relatives to worry about it anymore. Fortunately, Jimo Qiu didn't mean to get to the bottom of it: "That's okay, too."
Gong Xiqiu’s molting process is quite interesting to watch.
First, it transformed into the original form of a totem, coiled around the sharp edges on the body surface, crawling through the darkness, allowing the congestion forced out of the meridians to merge into the fake skin that was about to be discarded. When the molting is complete, you will have a tender, smooth, and flawless new body.
only-
“I feel embarrassed when my eldest nephew looks at me like this.”
Gong Xiqiu has traveled all over the mainland in the past few years. Apart from looking for his brother and nephew, he has not left behind in martial arts. He is often injured. In the past, I didn't feel anything was wrong while shedding my skin for healing, but now I was being stared at by five pairs of eyes, and I suddenly had the illusion that I was being watched by others.
Jimo Qiu staggered his eyes.
The injury was not too serious and the molting process went smoothly.
The molting is over, and his skin is so tender and shiny.
The five eldest nephews gathered around the fire.
The clay pot above the fire was boiling with gurgling broth. It was a few big snakes that Shao Chong caught out of boredom. The meat was tender and smooth, and it could be cooked with full color, flavor and flavor without much seasoning.
For the first time in his life, Gong Xiqiu knew what it meant to be timid when close to home.
Previously, when the situation was critical, he didn't have to worry much about his emotions. He could just follow his heart and recognize his eldest nephew. Now that the crisis was over, he suddenly realized that he and his eldest nephew were complete strangers before today. Counting the time, it wasn't long before the eldest nephew lost his father.
Thinking of this, Gong Xiqiu's heart softened.
He ignored Chao Lian and others.
He sat down next to Jimo Qiu and took the initiative to find a topic: "Eldest nephew, how have you and your eldest brother been doing these years?"
Jimoqiu stopped stirring the stick in his hand.
My brain was stuck for a few seconds.
He has been following his teachers and them all these years.
The teacher is the only Gongxi person.
Does the "eldest brother" mentioned by the second uncle refer to the teacher?
The teacher...is his father?
Jimo Qiu quickly denied this speculation.
The teacher had personally admitted before that he was still a stay-at-home man who had never had a wife or children in his life. He was devoted to seeking destiny and proving that human power can defeat God, but he could not slander the old man's reputation all his life. If there was really a father-son relationship, there was no need for the teacher to hide it, and he did not explain it before his death.
Moreover, the teacher was still a person from a hundred years ago. How old is the second uncle in front of me? Grandma can’t give birth to a younger brother for the teacher at the age of 100, right? Or is it that Gong Xiqiu is actually nearly a hundred years old? This is possible. The age of a brave warrior is difficult to estimate. Jimo Qiu was filled with doubts.
Gong Xiqiu, however, had the wrong idea. He scratched his braid in annoyance, grabbed the boy's broad shoulders with both hands, and promised him word for word: "It's the second uncle's fault, and I shouldn't mention the eldest brother. Even though the eldest brother is gone, from today on , Second uncle will treat you as his own!"
His words were sonorous and powerful.
A pair of tiger eyes were also slightly covered with red threads.
If he didn't want to upset his eldest nephew, who was experiencing the pain of losing his father, he would really want to cry on his shoulder at this moment. It is true that the eldest nephew lost his father, but he also lost the only eldest brother he had never seen in his life. The pain of losing a brother is no less painful than losing a father.
Jimo Qiu was shocked by his promise.
For a long time, while Gong Xiqiu waited nervously, the face similar to Gong Xiqiu nodded slightly.
Jimo Qiu said: "Well, okay...two..."
Even though I accepted Gong Xiqiu in my heart, for some reason I still couldn't say "Second Uncle". Jimo Qiu's eyes flickered, he pursed his lips and lowered his head. Gong Xiqiu noticed his embarrassment and discomfort and said softly: "Don't be in a hurry, take your time."
Jimo Qiu breathed a sigh of relief: "Yeah."
Gong Xiqiu suddenly thought of something else.
With eyes full of expectation: "Where's Thirteen?"
Where are the thirteen nephews left by his eldest brother and sister-in-law?
Shao Chong, who was sucking the snake meat slices, didn't expect Gong Xiqiu to mention him. He raised his head blankly and looked at him: "Looking for me?"
Gong Xiqiu saw Shao Chong’s face clearly.
With a snap, the inner expectations were shattered.
He frowned and said unhappily: "Why is it you?"
Tsk, your happiness will be in vain.
Shao Chong was like a dog that was kicked while passing by to watch the fun. He was innocent and aggrieved: "Why can't it be me?"
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Gong Xiqiu: I finally found my eldest nephew! It’s just that my eldest brother died miserably...
Jimo Can:…
Jimo Yu:…
(End of this chapter)