Wang Lin left the river channel and walked slowly in the night. The two sergeants behind him looked at each other, and they both saw the confusion in each other's eyes.
In their opinion, Wang Lin had been here for most of the day, except for strolling, he was standing in a daze by the river.
It was dark now, but this person was still pacing slowly.
In the night, Hongcheng was dimly lit, like a city that never sleeps.
Wang Lin walked slowly, his gaze fell in the distance, which was rarely seen in Hongcheng, where there was a large building, shrouded in an extremely depressing atmosphere.
This breath is full of death and resentment.
"There is Honglao, one of the four major prisons in Kyoto!" The sergeant behind Wang Lin followed his gaze and said in a low voice.
"Hong Lao..." Wang Lin nodded.
"In this Hong jail, all the detainees are repeat offenders. The place is tightly guarded, and there is no access token, so it is impossible to enter." The sergeant explained.
Wang Lin took a closer look at the prison. He had noticed before. There were several powerful demonic auras. The strength of this demonic aura was not weaker than that of Mo Lihai. He pondered for a while, Wang Linxiang Mo House walked.
After returning to Mo Mansion, Wang Lin went straight to Mo Lihai's residence. Mo Lihai was meditating cross-legged. When Wang Lin opened the door and entered, he opened his eyes.
"I'm going to Honglao, can Brother Mo have a way?" Mo Lihai was taken aback, glanced at Wang Lin, did not ask the reason, but pondered for a moment, and said, "It's a bit difficult!"
Wang Lin furrowed his brows and said sly, "That's it!" Mo Lihai smiled slightly and said, "How long are you going there?" "One month!" Wang Lin said.
"Cultivation?" Mo Lihai said with a condensed gaze.
Wang Lin looked at Mo Lihai, nodded, and said, "I need to kill. If there are a lot of killings in this demon city, I am afraid it will cause some unnecessary trouble." After finishing, Wang Lin added. "If I succeed, I will be more confident when I help you!" Mo Lihai stood up when he heard the words, stared at Wang Lin, and said word by word, "Are you sure?" Wang Lin didn't talk nonsense, and waved his right hand out. , The five killing auras in his fingers whizzed out in an instant, forming five blue dragons, and at lightning speed... they headed straight to the Mo Li Sea.
Mo Lihai laughed and threw a punch with his right hand, but seeing the sound of breaking through the air, the five gray airs suddenly collapsed. But Mo Lihai smiled, his eyes showed a strange light, and his body stepped back three steps.
I saw that the scattered gray energy merged in an instant, forming five blue dragons again, and a thick murderous aura spread from it, and it enveloped the surroundings almost instantly. The family soldiers in the Mo Mansion were alarmed and rushed here all together. Come.
At the same time, these five killing auras whizzed out, Mo Lihai's eyes flashed, and he threw a punch again, but he heard bursts of bangs and bangs in the air, and the five gray auras were as fast as lightning, instantaneously. The punch that rushed past Mo Lihai, galloped toward his chest.
The killing aura was approaching in an instant, but was blocked by a silent curtain of demon power seven inches away from Mo Lihai's body, and was bounced back.
Despite this, the demon curtain in front of Mo Lihai shook violently.
"If this ash exceeds thousands, can you still get under your crotch so easily..." Wang Lin said slowly.
Mo Lihai's eyes showed a strange light. It was not the first time he had seen this murderous air. Compared with the two times, this time was more powerful. He said decisively, "One month is too long, I can't do it, but for seven days, But there is no problem. There are tens of thousands of serious offenders in the prison, enough for you to practice for seven days! Wait for me, I will give you faith in three days!" Wang Lin nodded, turned and walked out of the room.
Mo Lihai groaned in the room. For a long time, he muttered to himself, "This Wang Lin, really cannot be underestimated, but he did the right thing when he exchanged his thirteen lives for this person's help!
Not to mention the power of the palm print, the gray murderous aura alone is extremely extraordinary. This gray aura is only five, and it can shake my demon armor before it has all its power. Its sharpness is better than some demon swords. Sharp! This is still the second and most important thing. There is a change in this gray air that I can't understand, which can actually arouse the vitality in my body!
It would be extremely terrifying if it really allowed this gray gas to form thousands! This Wang Lin, it is better not to be an enemy, to maintain the current relationship! He pondered for a while, and immediately walked out of the room, hurriedly left, and walked around for Wang Lin to enter the prison.
Wang Lin did not return to the room, but sat cross-legged in the courtyard. Although it was quiet all around, there was always a faint piano sound in his ears.
Although the sound of this piano is weak, it has a unique charm and lasts for a long time.
That night, Wang Lin didn’t practice, didn’t vomit, didn’t even think about the Slaughter Fairy Art in his mind. He just sat quietly in the courtyard, silently looking at the stars in the sky, listening to the sound of the piano in his heart... His figure, A long shadow was drawn in the moonlight, and this shadow looked particularly bleak in this quiet courtyard.
"Only a single" A jar of wine from the ancient demon city was placed next to Wang Lin. He sometimes picked up the piano and drank it. The bleakness in the shadow gradually spread to his body. The bleakness's decline seemed to melt in the moonlight. In his body, reflected in his heart.
"I, Wang Lin, learned Taoism when I was sixteen years old. I have forgotten the years and I don't know my body..." Wang Lin picked up the wine jar and took a big sip.
Wang Lin looked at the stars in the sky, with a lonely object in his eyes.
"A monk, going against the sky, is destined to be alone all his life!"
The sound of the piano was silent, but Wang Lin could hear it vaguely. He wiped off the corner of his mouth and murmured, "A life of loneliness can only have a heart to seek the truth. But the taste of loneliness, there are a few people who can truly taste, Just like this wine, the taste is spicy, but it turns into heat when it enters the abdomen... In the starlight and moonlight, the lonely shadow is alone in the wine, and the quality of the wine is heard!" "I don't know how those ten thousand years of loneliness survived these ten thousand years of loneliness, but I know , If there is not the slightest touch in your heart, cultivating the Tao, but you are cultivating self-righteous Tao, not heaven!
A monk who is not benevolent in the world and goes against the sky, if the same heart is not moved, he is still not benevolent, and cultivates the way of being inhumane with a heart. That's just going in the sky!
Since ancient times, Shuntian has been the darling of heaven and earth. Behind this darling is the body of an ant! My way is not to follow the sky, but to move against the sky, to practice against the immortal, to seek not only longevity, but more, but to get rid of the body of the ant behind it. For the inverse! "
Wang Lin drank the wine in the altar in one sip, then raised it forward. The wine altar fell on the ground and slammed it. Wang Lin touched his eyebrows with his right hand, leaning against him, the color of decay in his eyes gradually disappeared and the moonlight slowly disappeared. He rose deeply, like sand between fingers, slowly flowing away. When the first sun rose, Wang Lin opened his eyes. This night, he was drunk... Drunk, the moment he woke up from cooking, everything of yesterday was He was buried deep in his heart, sealed in an untouchable location.
Three days passed in a flash. For these three days, Wang Lin did not practice. Every morning, he would leave Mo Mansion and sit down by the river. While waiting for the painting boat to pass by, the short sound of the piano reverberated.
The sad sound of the piano flowed in his mind, passed through the sealed memory, and entered the depths of his heart.
Hearing the sound of the piano and drinking the wine bought by the sergeant, Wang Lin was immersed in it, and he had no sense of it.
The woman who painted the boat didn’t know at all. During these three days, one person was listening to her piano soundly. She just knew that every time the boat was passing by, the sadness in her heart would be thicker. This sadness Flowing into the strings along the jade hands, they were gently ejected.
In these three days, Wang Lin lived very peacefully, far away from all the disputes, away from all the scars, forgetting the danger of Tuo Sen, forgetting the covenant of Mo Lihai, and forgetting his expectations for the aspiration. He has the sound of the piano, and there is Accompanied by drinks, it took three days to experience a brief baptism of heart.
That woman, he never looked at the front. He only needs a back view and a ray of piano sound. If it weren’t for Mo Lihai to manage the matter of entering the prison, Wang Lin would sit down like this and continue the dagger of his heart. Knowing how long I will sit, maybe, until the string breaks, and the sound ceases...
Withdrawing his mind from the sound of the piano, Wang Lin stood up, took a look at the painting that was fading away, turned around, and left!
The moment he turned around, the woman on the painted boat turned her head and looked towards the distant river. Her eyes were always dark, but this time, the figure of the man who had left appeared before her eyes again.
"Ming Xuan, what are you looking at?" A flat voice came from the woman's side.
The sound of the piano stopped abruptly!
The woman turned her head and slowly lowered her hands, floating on the strings, shaking gently. This voice, to her, represents the sky, an irresistible destiny.
"Your piano sound is too sad, the guest asked you to change it!" The voice was flat, revealing a sense of indisputability.
The woman was silent, with her trembling jade hand, plucking the strings, the piano sound changed, like a sunny March, a cheerful piano sound popped from the strings, drifting slowly over the painting boat and the creek.
"Very well, I'll just play it like this in the future." The sound just now came again and the cheerful piano sound spread. Although this piano sound is cheerful, if you listen carefully, there is no happiness in it, which is clearly a silent cry. …
In this cry, there is sadness and hurt. If it is described in four words, it can only be "Strong face and laugh!" As it floats, it draws the bursts of laughter and laughter in the boat, slowly matching it, but the sound of the piano , But it has never been integrated with it.
Behind the strong smile, there was a strong bitterness, and it was hidden deeply along the sound of the piano. Ming Bie knew that no one could understand the sadness in the sound of the piano.
The sound of the piano, along with the painting boat, drifted away gradually, leaving only the ripples on the river surface after the painting boat passed, slowly pushing towards both sides of the river...