PDLP Chapter 208 This kid... is so enviable!
Chapter 208 This kid... is so enviable!
The room was very quiet.
Sunlight streamed in through the window and fell on the broken sword that Li Jun had placed on the table.
The sword was dark gold in color, with jagged edges, as if it had been broken by some tremendous force, but the patterns were still clearly visible, gleaming faintly in the sunlight.
Jin Hao stood in front of the table, staring at the sword.
He felt inexplicably uneasy.
I can't quite describe the feeling.
It was as if... something was hidden inside the sword, watching him.
"Taoist brother..."
Jin Hao spoke, his voice a few decibels lower than usual.
"This sword?"
Li Jun did not answer.
He simply looked at the sword, his gaze calm.
"Pick it up."
Jin Hao was stunned for a moment.
He glanced at Li Jun, then at the broken sword on the table.
Then, he simply extended his hand.
The moment the hand gripped the hilt of the sword...
hum!
Jin Hao's vision suddenly went blank.
There's nothing left.
The room, the sunlight, the Taoist priest, the sound of the waterfall outside the window... all gone.
Only a blank space remained.
Then, images appeared in the blank space.
A grand hall.
The hall was very large, seemingly boundless. The interior was empty, with no superfluous furnishings, except for a huge stove placed in the very center.
The furnace is four or five meters tall, with a dark blue-black body and intricate patterns carved on its surface. The fire is red-hot, and the flickering flames illuminate the entire hall in an orange-red hue.
Two little boys were standing by the stove, fanning the fire.
A slightly chubby girl with a round face, wearing a robe embroidered with golden cloud patterns.
One was thinner, with a decent appearance, and wore the exact same robe, except that the pattern was silver.
The slightly chubby one, while fanning the fire, said to the person next to him, "Be careful, don't damage the master's golden core."
The skinny one pouted and said, "I know, bro. It's not like it's my first time looking at the stove."
Jin Hao looked at the two boys and a strange feeling suddenly welled up in his heart.
That slightly chubby one...
Why does it look so familiar?
Before he could think about it, the image flashed.
It was that same grand hall again.
But this time it's different.
The two boys knelt on the ground, heads bowed.
An old man stood before them.
The old man had his back to the two men, dressed in a simple white robe, with snow-white hair.
Jin Hao looked at that figure from behind and his heart suddenly trembled.
That silhouette...
So familiar.
So familiar, it's like...like...
He couldn't explain it.
At this moment, the old man spoke.
The voice was old and gentle, as if it came from a very, very far place.
"Child, your descent to the mortal realm is preordained by fate. Go forth."
The two boys kowtowed.
"Yes, sir."
The screen flickered again.
On a mountain peak.
The sky collapsed and the earth cracked.
The sky was covered with cracks, one after another, crisscrossing and densely packed, within which lightning and fire surged, golden lightning and crimson fire roaring and churning.
The earth trembled, the mountains shook, boulders tumbled down, and the deafening roar made people's ears ring.
The two children embraced each other and wept bitterly.
The thinner one cried, trembling all over, his voice distorted: "Brother, does Master not want us anymore?"
The slightly chubby one was also crying, tears streaming down his face. He hugged the thinner one tightly, his voice trembling as he said:
"Don't be afraid, the master will come to get us..."
"Jin Hao?"
A voice suddenly rang out.
Jin Hao suddenly snapped back to reality.
Before me was the same room.
He stood before the table, holding the broken sword in his hand.
"Taoist brother, I...I just..." Jin Hao looked at Li Jun, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
Those scenes were so realistic.
It felt so real, like experiencing it firsthand.
Those two boys...
And that silhouette.
That back view that felt incredibly familiar to him.
"Taoist brother."
Jin Hao's voice was a little unsteady, "I just... saw something."
Li Jun simply said, "This means it's destined for you."
Jin Hao was stunned.
Destined?
What does that mean?
He looked down at the sword in his hand.
The broken sword felt slightly warm in his hand, and the patterns on it briefly glowed before falling silent again.
It's like... responding to him.
"Brother Taoist, what kind of sword is this?"
Li Jun paused for a second:
"Seven Star Sword".
"The Seven Star Sword? Sounds pretty powerful, how did it break?"
Li Jun did not explain.
"Keep this safe, you'll understand in time."
Jin Hao nodded blankly.
He held the sword in his arms as if it were some precious treasure.
Although he didn't quite understand what was going on, he was sure the Taoist priest was right.
Just then.
Footsteps came from outside the door.
"Master Li?"
It was President Qin's voice.
Li Jun looked up.
President Qin stood at the door, about to speak, but his gaze involuntarily fell on Jin Hao, and on the broken sword in Jin Hao's hand.
His pupils contracted slightly.
That broken sword...
Master Li brought it out from the oasis!
It's something from that cave!
Now, Master Li has given it to Jin Hao?
A storm of emotions surged within President Qin.
What is so special about Jin Hao?
What could possibly make Master Li take this so seriously?
How could Master Li so readily give away the treasures he obtained from the secret realm?
President Qin stood there, looking at Jin Hao, his eyes completely changed.
This kid... is really... so enviable.
His mind raced, a flurry of thoughts.
At this moment, Li Jun glanced at him and asked, "Is there something you need, Mr. Qin?"
Mr. Qin snapped out of his daze and quickly said, "Oh, Master... Now that this matter is settled, I've come to say goodbye."
Li Jun nodded.
"Things in Miao territory are all sorted out; I need to get back to headquarters." President Qin paused, "There's still a mess to clean up there."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at Jin Hao again, and then he clasped his hands in a fist salute to Li Jun.
"Master, I shall take my leave now. Please feel free to ask if there is anything you need."
Li Jun nodded.
"Bon Voyage."
Goodbye.
President Qin turned around and strode out.
As he reached the door, he couldn't help but look back one last time, his eyes filled with a hint of something...
Jin Hao felt a little uneasy under his gaze and subconsciously moved closer to Li Jun.
……
night.
Linggu Cave fell into a deep sleep.
Moonlight streamed in through the window, drawing thin white lines on the ground.
Jin Hao lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
The broken sword was placed on the bedside table.
Moonlight fell on the sword, and the patterns on it glowed faintly, flickering as if something was breathing.
He stared at the sword, his mind filled with the images he had witnessed during the day.
That main hall, that stove, those two boys, that old man with the white beard…
And what that skinny boy said.
"Brother, does Master not want us anymore?"
elder brother……
Jin Hao closed his eyes, trying hard to recall what the skinny boy looked like.
He was thin, with a regular appearance, and a pair of bright, intelligent eyes.
He felt that face looked somewhat familiar.
It feels like I've seen it somewhere before.
But I can't remember.
Jin Hao rolled over.
The moonlight still shone in, falling on the broken sword.
Those patterns are still glowing.
He stared at the lights, his eyelids growing heavier and heavier.
As I drifted off to sleep...
"elder brother!"
A voice suddenly rang in my ears.
Jin Hao suddenly opened his eyes.
The room was empty; there was nothing there.
He sat up and looked around.
nobody.
Only moonlight, only that broken sword.
Jin Hao took a deep breath and lay back down.
Perhaps I was too tired and was hallucinating.
As he thought this, he closed his eyes again.
"Brother, I'm scared..."
The voice rang out again, this time clearer.
It was a child's voice.
With a sob in her voice.
Jin Hao spoke subconsciously:
"Don't be afraid, your brother is here."
He was stunned after he finished speaking.
What the hell is this?
Why did he say that?
hum!
The broken sword glowed faintly, as if in response.
Jin Hao turned his head and stared at the sword for a long time.
Then, he suddenly remembered something.
During the day, in the Taoist priest's room, when he saw those scenes, the slightly chubby boy looked very familiar...
It seems... to be him?
Jin Hao sat up abruptly, his heart pounding.
He looked at the broken sword.
Reach out and gently touch the blade.
The light shone even brighter when my fingertips touched the cool metal.
Jin Hao stared at the light and suddenly asked:
"Am I... that boy?"
The broken sword naturally could not answer.
But Jin Hao vaguely felt that something seemed to have changed.
He lay back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling.
My mind is filled with those images.
That slightly chubby boy, and that thin boy who called him "brother".
And that silhouette.
A very familiar back view.
Jin Hao thought for a long time, but he still couldn't remember where he had seen that figure before.
He sighed.
Forget it, I don't want to.
Anyway, the Taoist priest said we'll find out eventually.
He closed his eyes.