"Mashiro …"
Nangong Zhe looked at Mashiro's back and whispered. Whether it's his feelings for Mashiro or Mashiro's attitude towards him, Nangong Zhe is now very far away from him.
That's why Nangong Zhe pretended to be indifferent to Mashiro, hoping to end these feelings quickly. The combination of an ordinary person and a ninja is an extremely irrational behavior.
Just like many soldiers returning home from the battlefield, they will have all kinds of psychological trauma. This is also an invisible burden for his family.
In the Shinobi World, ninjas and ordinary people live in two different worlds.
Although there is contact, there is also an invisible wall separating the two.
Nangong Zhe still left, even though Mashiro has been staring at him with a pair of teary eyes from the side of the house.
But when Nangong Zhe walked less than a kilometer, an old man came to him.
The old man was dressed in white, and there was a somewhat shabby bamboo basket on his back. A few herbs and a medicine hoe were placed in the basket.
The old man looked at least 80 or 90 years old, his white hair was casually tied in a bun on the top of his head. His long beard hung down to his chest.
One step, one step. He didn't seem to be in a hurry, but the old man's figure was constantly flashing, at least two or three meters forward with each step.
Nangong Zhe didn't have time to react, the old man had already arrived behind Nangong Zhe. A dry and warm hand was placed on Nangong Zhe's shoulder.
"Young man, although I know that you must have your own worries. But listen to the old man, if some things are really abandoned. It really can't be salvaged anymore! "
Nangong Zhe didn't care about what the old man said. Because the old man's footwork really scared Nangong Zhe!
Everything that is a threat must be held in one's hands as much as possible. This is Nangong Zhe's biggest rule in the Shinobi World.
Pulling out the black sword, he attached his internal force to the sword, emitting a sparkling ice blue halo.
Nangong Zhe's wrist shook, and a beautiful sword flower appeared, forcing the old man to retreat.
When the old man retreated, his body was a little unbalanced, and a small flaw appeared.
Nangong Zhe stabbed his sword, wanting to stab the old man's leg. To restrain the old man's footwork.
Seeing that the sword was about to stab the old man, the old man didn't panic. Instead, he used the tendency of his body's imbalance to make himself fall even harder. Just when he was about to touch the ground, he turned around and appeared behind Nangong Zhe.
As for the black sword? It didn't even touch the old man's clothes!
"Young man, you are so young! Judging from his aura, he's not far from being possessed! "
The old man snorted softly, but it was like a clap of thunder in Nan Gongzhe's ears!
's's's's spit blood spit. spit.
The blood fell to the ground.
Seeing the color of the blood, Nangong Zhe's eyes widened.
Because the blood was very thick, it was obviously spat out, but it gathered into a pool. Not a single drop of blood spilled.
The color was pitch black, without a trace of blood.
A strange stench was emitted from the black blood that he spat out.
Seeing Nangong Zhe's stunned expression, the old man walked to Nangong Zhe's side.
"I have examined your injury, it was very serious at first. But there is a strange energy in your body that is promoting your development. But what shocked me even more is that there is another kind of energy that is destroying your body at the same time, preventing your recovery from speeding up. "
Nangong Zhe heard the old man's words and roughly knew the old man's identity. This old man is the one called A 'Weng that Mashiro mentioned, the one who cured him.
"You are A 'Weng?"
Nangong Zhe asked tentatively.
"It is indeed me. Your current condition is very bad, not just physical injuries. More importantly, there is a huge flaw in your heart! " A 'Weng stretched out his hand and placed it on Nangong Zhe's wrist: "I have been investigating the energy that is repairing your body. I found out that it is a lost secret technique called inner strength. At that time, this secret technique was even more powerful than Chakra's. But this secret technique has a huge flaw, causing its inheritance to almost be lost! "
"Flaw?"
Nangong Zhe heard A 'Weng say that there was a flaw in his cultivation method, and he was unwilling to believe it. But in his heart, he faintly felt that A 'Weng's words were reasonable.
"That's right, it is a flaw!" A 'Weng nodded and let go of Nangong Zhe's wrist. He turned around and placed his hand on the back of his waist and continued: "When inner strength is cultivated in the right direction, it will be neutral and peaceful, nourishing the body for a long time. But if inner strength is cultivated in the wrong direction, it will be strange and abnormal. It will be good at killing, but it will hurt others and oneself. There is another name for inner strength that is cultivated in the wrong direction … "
"Sword energy!"
Before A 'Weng could say the name of inner strength that was cultivated in the wrong direction, Nangong Zhe said it first.
That's right, the way to transform inner strength into sword energy was to cultivate in the wrong direction!
A 'Weng looked at Nangong Zhe's reaction at the moment and didn't say anything more. He just continued his words.
"That's right, it is sword energy! Sword energy is just like its name. It is sharp and dangerous. There is no harm in cultivating inner strength normally, but if inner strength is cultivated in the wrong direction and transformed into sword energy, the inner strength will start to transform into sword energy uncontrollably. This process will not stop until all the inner strength in the body has turned into sword energy. If the whole body is filled with sword energy but you can't control it. People who cultivate inner strength will be possessed by the devil. When possessed by the devil to the extreme, they will … "
After that, A 'Weng didn't say anything more. But Nangong Zhe understood what A' Weng meant.
Once possessed by the devil, the whole person would become murderous. It could be said that it was instinctive to destroy everything in front of him. It would not stop until his sword energy was exhausted and his life energy was exhausted. Then he would die! He would turn into flying ashes, and his body and soul would be destroyed!
Nangong Zhe's inner strength was all automatically operated according to the inner strength stored in his body by his grandfather. So there were a lot of things that Nangong Zhe should know, but he didn't know.
Nangong Rou once told Nangong Zhe some things. Like sword energy and the concept of being possessed by the devil. But Nangong Rou didn't say clearly how to become possessed by the devil. And the danger of sword energy that A 'Weng mentioned, it was also the first time that Nangong Zhe knew about it.
"Rourou … Do you really not know, or did you deliberately not tell me?"
Nangong Zhe's heart was filled with doubts and uneasiness at the moment. Because if Nangong Rou did it deliberately, then what good would it do for him to become possessed by the devil and become a murderer?
The figure of the sister who had always cared for him, although sometimes a little willful, but was very well-behaved gradually blurred in Nangong Zhe's mind.
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