Scenes of remembrance flashed through Wang Lin's mind. This process was relatively long. Wang Lin sat in the yard and fumbled slowly, slowing down in his mind every experience of successfully refining and killing the air. , Looking for a similar opportunity.
For a long time, Wang Lin sighed secretly. After careful thinking about his several experiences of refining and killing air, there was almost no similarity. They seemed to be obtained by accident, without any inevitability.
"For example, when I killed that Sima Yan that day, it was a little strange... At that time, I shot with anger, and actually refined a killing gas..." Wang Lin's eyes flashed, but immediately dimmed again.
"But this doesn't make sense, after all, when there was refining and killing air, there was no fluctuation in the mood, and there were several killing airs, which were refined from the demon soldier. It is impossible to know which demon soldier it is."
Wang Lin pondered for a long time, but he couldn't help but gradually frowned.
This slaughter fairy tactic is one of the key points of my journey into the Demon Spirit Sail. The purpose of learning this magical power back then was to resist Tuosen.
"The strength of Tuosen can only be resisted by possessing a large amount of vitality... Now I have a blood soul pill. With these two cooperating with each other, I can save my life, but after all, the blood soul pill is limited. My focus is still this killing. Xian Jue!"
Wang Lin was silent. He had practiced this Slaughter Immortal Art for several years, and the first slaughter aura he had produced was a small accomplishment in this technique, but it would be too difficult to make it successful.
"I always feel that there is a mystery in this killing air, but unfortunately I have too little control to test it." Wang Lin raised his right hand, and within his fingers, five gray airs whirled rapidly.
"There are only five dao... Even if you count the one on Duan Xixue's body, it is only six!"
Wang Lin sighed slightly, he still couldn't figure out this slaughter fairy tactic, but it was quite incomprehensible how the slaughter aura came out.
He came up with many reasons, but each reason is only unique and has no commonality.
"It seems that I need a lot of attempts and a lot of deductions before I have a chance to comprehend the mystery of this Slaughter Immortal Secret Art!" A cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, and a murderous intent emerged in his eyes.
He pondered a little, his divine consciousness immediately dispersed, swept around, and found two sergeants in charge of his daily life outside the courtyard behind the rockery.
The two of them were afraid of Wang Lin's supernatural powers, and they did not dare to approach them, but they had to obey the command of the commander, so they guarded the courtyard and did not allow anyone to enter and disturb.
Wang Lin's divine consciousness swept past the two sergeants, and a divine thought came out.
After a while, the two sergeants walked in from the courtyard, stopped three feet in front of Wang Lin, and said respectfully in unison, "See the king!"
"I'm going out, you two will lead the way!" Yulin said flatly.
The two were startled, and quickly said yes.
As soon as Wang Lin sent his body forward, he stepped out several feet and walked out. The two sergeants immediately followed. One of them hesitated and asked respectfully: "General, should you prepare for the war horse?"
"No need!" Wang Lin swiftly walked around the rockery and left the yard.
The group of three left Mo Mansion. Wang Lin walked in front of the Ermo Mansion, which was the east corner of Hongcheng. This place was relatively quiet. He walked forward at will and paced.
Wang Lin was not walking fast. He walked around and looked around. Gradually, after crossing the east corner, he came to the central street of Hongcheng, which was close to the river channel with many pedestrians and shops on the side, which was quite lively.
The bursts of boiling sound came slowly into the ears. The pedestrians passing by, including men and women, were more open-dressed in the land of demon spirits, especially those women, who were brightly dressed and exposed most of their skin. Look. It's also quite pleasing to the eye.
Everything in front of him made Wang Lin's mood for many days loose. He walked slowly, like a few people, and the immortal power in his body was unknowingly hidden, like the endless river slowly drying up.
Along the way, Wang Lin sometimes stopped outside some shops, looked around, walked in, or left, but each time he stayed there was very short.
He is like a passer-by, walking slowly in this foreign land.
Wang Lin’s appearance is not handsome, but as he practiced, he has a refined and refined temperament. As a result, among the pedestrians around, there are some more open women who sometimes stagger past, and they will look at the king. Lin Shang.
Wang Lin, dressed in white, looked from a distance, as if he had no power to bind a chicken, like a scholar. As for the two sergeants who followed him all the time, they were typical guards in the eyes of everyone.
However, in Wang Lin's body, there was always an aura that was completely different from this place, which made him unable to truly blend in here. As a result, his figure was faintly decayed.
Pedestrians around, sometimes a couple of men and women chatting and laughing, with a very affectionate expression. Compared with them, Wang Lin's figure is a lonely one...
He walked in the crowd, the noise around him was like another world, a couple of men and women were like another time and space, everything in front of him, there was no slightest familiarity or connection with him.
An inexplicable mood arose in Wang Lin's heart. He sighed slightly. The street was still very long, but he didn't want to go down.
It was getting late, and when I was about to turn and leave, there was a sound of piano in my ears. The sound of the piano was very light, as light as the trace of sadness contained in it. This light sadness, the light piano sound, at this moment, it is Strangely in line with Wang Lin's mood, his departure stopped.
Looking for the sound of the piano, Wang Lin walked slowly. On the side of the street not far away, there was a long and light river. This river surrounded Hongcheng and was one of the inland rivers of the Sky Demon City.
There are several painted boats on the river, and the sound of the piano comes from one of them.
Wang Lin stood quietly by the river, listening to the sound of the piano, and with his eyesight, he could see at a glance that there was a woman on the painted boat, playing the piano...
The woman only showed her back.
This back figure, like the sound of her piano, reveals a touch of sadness and loneliness. Not far in front of her, sitting several young people, laughing and drinking with each other, the bursts of laughter, within the sound of the piano, are so inconsistent, so incompatible...
Wang Lin quietly looked at the painting boat, the sound of the piano fell in his ears, he slowly tasted, and slowly found a familiar feeling. At this moment, he seemed to be back in the peaceful valley on Vermilion Star... that he Home with Li Muwan...
In those ordinary days, Wan'er's piano sound always accompanied Wang Lin.
There is also a faint sadness in Wan'er's piano sound. Wang Lin at the time could hear it, but he didn't understand it very well. The sadness in this piano sound was too empty and too ethereal.
After Wan'er left, Wang Lin never heard the same piano sound again. Today, here, when he heard this piano sound, his inner sadness slowly surfaced.
Before Li Muwan left, Wang Lin's feeling towards her always remained in the touch and responsibility that he had waited for hundreds of years. This is not love...
However, after Wan'er left, Wang Lin's life was always unknowingly, and scenes with Li Muwan appeared. Every time at this time, his heart would be very painful, as if walking into that sad forest.
In the forest, the sleeping emotions slowly awakened.
The bitter sorrow, the blue wound, like a cup of water, in Wang Lin's heart, there are waves of indelible ripples, he will always think of the panicked eyes when he first met Wan's childhood...
The sound of the piano came into my ears, I knew it was fake, but Wang Lin still seemed to be able to feel it, Wan'er, in this sound of the piano, walked towards him step by step from the void, resting in his arms...
Just like in the valley back then, in the setting sun, he and Li Muwan sat together, quietly watching the sunset... Waiting for the sunrise...
Always after losing, only want to have again, always in parting, only want to look back.
In the years when Wan'er was gone, looking back and remembering time and time again made Wang Lin's heart, Li Muwan's figure became thicker and heavier, engraved in the bottom of his heart, becoming endless and eternal...
The sky is getting late, the night is | Before I want to come, there is a starlight in the sky, in this land of demon spirits, there are too many unimaginable, such as this starlight, such as this moonlight, it does not matter where it comes from. The important thing is that in this starlight, with the sound of the piano, Wang Lin tenders his dusty memory.
The starlight of the sky reflected in Wang Lin's eyes, and the sound of the piano fading away from his ears turned into strands of emotions, which condensed in his heart. This emotion, called Jiji, remained in his heart for a long time.
The sound of the piano in his ears became weaker and weaker. Wang Lin raised his right hand and touched his eyebrows, as if he had touched Li Muwan in Tiannizhu. He murmured softly, "Wan'er, we will get together again. This is what I meant to you. A promise!"
As the painting went away, the woman's back figure also slowly disappeared.
At the moment when she was about to disappear completely, the woman seemed to have checked, turned around slightly, and glanced at the side of the river in the distance. In her eyes, it was generally dark and there was no light, but in the darkness, She seemed to see a figure from behind, and slowly went away lonely.
On the painting boat, the woman sighed slightly. The lush and jade hand flicked the strings of the piano. A sad sound of the piano echoed again on both sides of the river.
In this black, her jade hand was playing the strings, and the bursts of laughter in the painting boat in her ears seemed to have just been heard, but they were bounced off by the sound of her piano, becoming fragmented.
She was sitting on the bow, her eyes were not bright, but her whole person was like a lotus flower at this moment, in the mud, not stained at all, blooming alone. It's just that this blooming is something no one can understand and no one cares about.
The sound of the piano is always reverberating, but those who listen carefully, but there is no... Even if it does, can she see it