Reborn Pokémon: My childhood sweetheart is Xiaoguang.

Chapter 570 The scabbard in the house!

When traveling, the weather is always changeable.

The rain suddenly became heavier.

It was just a drizzle at first, but when the two stepped into this area, the rain suddenly increased in intensity.

"Master Luo, didn't you say that if there's no rain, we can just go wherever we want?"

Xiaoyun was holding an umbrella and walking in the rain with Xiaoguang, with Rotom also squeezed under the umbrella next to them.

Rotom shook the fuselage left and right and said confidently, "Yes, Lotom said it wasn't raining just now, but he didn't say it's not raining now."

Listening to the guy's naughty look, Xiaoyun really wanted to throw it into the rain to flush out the short circuit.

Xiaoguang stared at the relatively flat grass nearby and suggested, "The rain is getting a bit heavy. Why don't we set up a tent here and take shelter for now?"

This area doesn't look like an inhabited place, and the rain is getting heavier. Even Hua Yeti, who has been following them, has gotten into her bag.

"Well, that's fine too."

Just as Xiaoyun was about to nod, Rotom suddenly sounded a warning, and a red arrow popped up on the screen:

"Residential buildings have been detected within one kilometer ahead. Loto recommends taking shelter ahead."

"Are you sure? Is this information authentic?"

Xiaoyun raised his hand to wipe the rain from his forehead, seriously doubting the truthfulness of Rotom's words.

Where are the residential houses in this damn place?

Even if there is, it’s a haunted house!

"Of course! Don't question Lotor."

Rotom's screen suddenly lit up red, and to emphasize his authority, he leaped upwards, almost hitting Xiaoyun's umbrella.

"Loto is a navigation driver, how can he accuse you of false information?"

"Are you going or not?"

Phew, come on Carlos, this isn't the first time you've gotten the navigation wrong.

Although he thought so, Xiaoyun still chose the latter without hesitation between setting up a tent in the rain and taking shelter in a residential house.

"Then I'll trust you again."

So, the two of them held umbrellas and continued walking forward.

Soon, his sight passed the rain curtain and a house with a courtyard appeared in his field of vision.

Click!

Lightning flashed across the sky, and the rain curtain seemed to be torn open by someone, and the outline of the entire building was illuminated with exceptional clarity.

The stone walls were covered with vines, and several broken windows were dark and facing their direction, as if dormant ghosts had opened their eyes.

"Is this place...surely habitable?"

Xiaoguang subconsciously leaned closer to Xiaoyun.

With this environment and this atmosphere, no normal person would come here.

"Lotor is sure."

Rotom affirmed.

It subconsciously ignored the sign in the corner of the map indicating where ghosts were found.

What the hell is this thing? It and Gengar were both ghosts before being captured by Xiaoyun.

Find out more about Mori no Yangguan.

"Forget it, since we're here, let's go in and hide first."

Although Xiaoyun felt a little uncomfortable, there was nowhere else to go nearby.

A haunted house is still a house, it’s better than nothing.

As he said that, he pulled Xiaoguang's wrist and walked inside.

There were special patterns carved on the heavy wooden door. The seal in the middle looked like it had been split by a sharp weapon, with the cracks spreading from the center to the edge.

Xiaoyun reached out and pushed the door. Perhaps because no one had come for a long time, the sound of rust rubbing against each other when the door was pushed open was particularly harsh in the rainy night.

squeak-

A smell mixed with dust and rotten wood hit me in the face. The hall was dimly lit, with only a few raindrops filtering through the broken roof, soaking the room.

"Hello, is anyone there?"

Xiaoguang shouted tentatively, and the echo spread in the empty hall, hitting the high dome and falling down, as if something was responding in the dark.

Xiaoyun glanced around.

In the middle of the hall stood a long wooden table, its surface covered with thick dust.

The spiral patterns on the table legs have been worn away by time, leaving only shallow marks, except for a spot in the middle that is unusually clean.

There was a brass candlestick on the table, and next to it were scattered a few dried flower petals, dark red in color, as if they had been stained by something.

"It looks like an abandoned house. We'll just stay here for the night."

Xiaoyun clapped her hands to dispel the depressing atmosphere.

Then he looked around and prepared to find a house to clean up.

The staircase was spiral, and the handrail was made of dark wood, covered with scratches, and in some places the paint had peeled off, revealing the dark wood grain underneath.

Xiaoyun was about to move forward when he was suddenly tripped by something and stumbled forward half a step.

He looked down and saw a broken lens, reflecting the faint light leaking from the roof.

What was reflected in the lens was the door behind him that had closed at some point.

"Door……"

Xiaoguang turned around suddenly, his heart beating fast.

"I clearly remember not closing the door."

No, I’m a little scared.

Hua Yedi was so scared that she huddled into a ball.

"Maybe it's the wind."

Xiaoyun pretended to be calm and bent down to pick up the lens. The fragment was not big, but it could clearly reflect the shadow of the stair railing.

He noticed that the moment he lowered his head, the shadow in the lens moved.

In the shadow at the end of the handrail, something slender seemed to flash.

It's very similar to the reflection of metal.

Oh ho~

Xiaoyun's eyes lit up.

Looking at this scene, it seems that I can experience the feeling of script killing again today.

"Xiao Guang, let me show you something good."

Xiaoyun handed the lens to Xiaoguang, but when Xiaoguang took it, there was only a shaking light spot flashing on the armrest in the lens, and there was nothing unusual.

She raised her head and glared at Xiaoyun, her tone a little annoyed: "There's nothing, are you trying to scare me?"

"Well, it's more interesting if there isn't one."

Xiaoyun smiled and reached out to ruffle her hair: "Let's go find a room."

"It's so nagging."

Hikaru muttered, his voice still a little weak, and turned to Rotom and shouted, "Rotom, turn on flash mode, let's go find a room."

"Okay Loto."

The Rotom's fuselage suddenly lit up with white light, illuminating the surroundings.

The two of them walked cautiously towards the stairs, where dust had accumulated on the steps.

The corridor on the second floor was darker than the first floor. There were several oil paintings hanging on the walls, and the frames were all crooked.

The canvas was wrinkled due to moisture, and the face of the person on it was blurred, but the eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the canvas and stare straight at him.

Xiaoguang felt his back tighten when he was stared at. He quickened his pace and pushed open a door nearby.

This is probably a study. The bookshelves are filled with dusty books. On the desk lies an open book with yellowed and brittle pages.

In the center of the room, there was a scabbard. The sword body was nowhere to be found, leaving only the empty scabbard.

Xiaoguang breathed a sigh of relief: "Huh, this place is relatively clean."

I don’t know if it was her illusion, but at least there were no portraits staring at people, which was quite creepy.

Rotom flew over to the bookshelf, raising a cloud of dust as it passed over. "This means this place hasn't been abandoned for long, Loto."

But then, analytical data popped up on its screen.

"Energy fluctuations have been detected recently."

Hikaru didn't pay much attention to Rotom's words. His gaze fell on the house, and he raised his hand and threw a Poké Ball:

"The bluebird of Qixi Festival clears away the thick fog."

"Evening~"

The bluebird on the Chinese Valentine's Day spread its cotton-covered wings, and gentle air currents swirled in the room. The dust was rolled into small vortices and swept out of the window, and the room suddenly looked brand new.

Just then, a book from the top shelf fell down and landed right next to the diary.

At this time, Xiaoyun was still wandering around the hall.

As his eyes swept across the dusty long table.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, the brass candlestick on the long table fell to the ground. One of its three legs broke off and rolled to the side of the table leg.

But no one touched it just now.

Xiaoyun raised an eyebrow, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes: "Oh, there really is something fun to do."

"Infernape, light up."

He raised his hand and released the Poké Ball. A red light flashed, and Infernape landed steadily on the ground, with an orange-red flame burning on its head, instantly illuminating the hall.

There were some broken wooden boxes piled in the corner, and spider webs cast long shadows in the firelight.

The most eye-catching thing is a rusty knight's armor standing on the left side of the hall, with the helmet drooping and it is impossible to see what is inside.

In his hand was a scabbard without a sword. The dark scabbard was embedded with a dull gem, and the tip of the empty scabbard was pointing precisely up the stairs.

Xiaoyun walked over slowly and tapped the breastplate of the armor with his fingertips, making a hollow "tap-tap" sound.

"This armor... is the point?"

He seemed to be talking to himself, or asking the air, but there was no response from the armor, only the rust on the helmet fell off.

Seeing no response, Xiaoyun didn't stay any longer and turned to walk towards the stairs.

There was a broken mirror at the corner of the stairs. The gold paint on the frame had long since peeled off, revealing the cracked wood underneath, like a spider's web.

As he passed by, Flame Monkey took a casual glance but suddenly stopped.

On the stair railing in the mirror, there was a slender shadow, and its silver-gray edge was shining with a cold light.

Like a sword without a handle.

"strong?"

Flame Monkey growled vigilantly and turned his head to look at the handrail, but it was empty, with only dust floating slowly in the firelight.

Xiaoyun noticed its abnormality and turned around to ask:

"Infernape, what's wrong?"

"Roar..." (Nothing, maybe I saw it wrong.)

Infernape scratched his head, and the flames above his head shook.

Was I seeing things? Never mind, it could just be a shadow cast by the firelight.

Xiaoyun understood the situation, but didn't ask any more questions and continued to walk up.

He walked into the room Xiaoguang had just entered. A faint light shone through the crack of the door. He walked over lightly and called out in a low voice:

"Xiao Guang~"

"Ah!! Ghost!!"

Xiaoguang in the room was frightened by the sudden sound and almost dropped the diary in his hand.

She covered her chest and turned around to see Xiaoyun leaning against the door frame with a smile in her eyes.

"Hey, Xiaoyun, what are you doing? You scared me!"

Xiaoguang complained, patting his chest, his face turned red, and his voice became a little higher.

"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't help but tease you."

Xiaoyun walked in with a smile, her eyes falling on the diary in Xiaoguang's hand, and then glanced at the scabbard lying quietly in the middle of the desk:

"What are you looking at?"

"I found this diary quite interesting. It tells the story of a man and a sword. I haven't finished reading it yet and you're here."

Xiaoguang handed the diary to him and winked playfully: "Want to read it together?"

Another diary? Do you all like documenting your life so much?

Xiaoyun raised his eyebrows slightly. He was never very interested in other people's thoughts, but seeing Xiaoguang's serious look, he felt a little curious.

He leaned over, his eyes fell on the page, and then he followed Xiaoguang to peek into a life sealed by time.

[The first page of the diary, the edges of the page have turned black]

March 17 rain

Found it today in the warehouse of the old house.

A rusty ancient sword, the gilded patterns on the scabbard worn down to only shallow marks, but the moment my fingertips touched it, it made a very light buzzing sound.

The master blacksmith said that the sword was at least several hundred years old and should have become scrap metal long ago.

But it is not. It gets cooler on rainy days and gets hotter on sunny days, as if it has a heartbeat.

I brought it back to my residence, polished it bit by bit with fine sandpaper, and wrapped it with a new hilt cloth, which was blue-gray, just like the one my mother had woven.

Well, I'll just call you "Qinghui".

From now on, you are my sword.

[Page 15 of the diary, with half a dry leaf between them]

April 5th, Sunny

Qinghui "moved" today!

When I was practicing sword in the yard, it suddenly slipped from the sword rack, and the tip of the sword lightly touched the cherry blossoms that fell on the stone table.

The petals did not break, but were instead rolled up and spun in a circle.

I held my breath and asked, "Qinghui, is that you?"

The sword swayed in the sunlight, and a faint light seemed to shine through the scabbard, as if it was blinking.

I understand, maybe it's not an illusion.

It's responding to me.

[Diary Page 25]

July 2nd, cloudy

Troops from the neighboring country are coming.

The officer notified all the young and middle-aged men in the village to join the army. I polished the ash again, wiped it clean, and wrapped the hilt with three layers of cloth.

This time, it was much heavier than usual, and the hilt rested against the palm of my hand, as if something was drilling into it.

It's not painful, but it feels cool, as if someone is holding my hand.

"I don't know if I can come back this time..."

I touched the old scar on the scabbard. It was the mark from when I was a child, practicing sword too quickly and knocking it against the stone steps.

It didn't make a sound, but I knew it heard it.

[Diary page 32, the page has been torn by a sharp object]

The following year, on September 1st, a light breeze

The war is finally over.

Qinghui was very capable. In the final battle, I held it and split seven shields in succession. The cold light on the tip of the sword was brighter than ever.

But I can't protect it anymore.

At that time, an arrow pierced my shoulder, and when I fell on the city wall, I heard it buzzing like crying.

The rust seeped into the scabbard along with my blood, and even the ribbon turned blood red.

It's like shedding tears of blood.

Does iron bleed?

If... if it could actually remember something, but don't remember today.

Remember the mountains, remember the rivers, and remember the out-of-tune folk songs I sang to them.

Qinghui, can we still get home safely?

The diary ends abruptly here, and the pages behind it seem to have been eaten by insects, leaving only torn edges.

Xiaoyun's gaze stopped at the last question.

There is not much written in the diary, but it unfolds before people's eyes like a painting.

A young man who loves swords brought back a rusty old sword. They practiced sword fighting together every day, and the old sword responded to him.

Later, he took his sword to the battlefield and fought bravely against the enemy.

Unfortunately, just before he was about to retire, he left this unanswered question on the battlefield.