The black-faced man shouted loudly to An Zheng: "I know you all think I am a villain, but I don't think I am. This village is lonely. Without me, I don't know how many people would have been killed by the bandits. Didn't I just fall asleep? A woman? Isn’t it just a matter of money? If it weren’t for me, everyone in this village might be dead.”
He stretched out his hand to pull out the mahogany sword, looked into An Zheng's eyes and asked very seriously: "Can you... be killed by me?"
An Zheng shrugged: "If you ask me, of course I know."
Black-faced man: “What the hell do you mean?”
The black-faced man: "Bullying students? What's going on? Don't you people from Yan State stop bullying me when I get to Yan State?"
He looked into An Zheng's eyes and asked, "Am I a villain?!"
The old woman fell to the ground softly, as if she had let out a long breath.
An Zheng: "Blame me?"
Feng Xiuyang turned around and looked around: "The mountains and rivers are poor, but the scenery is not bad. If I kill you, I will build a good tomb for you, and I will never be perfunctory. I will choose good stones and build them for you with my own hands. Carve a tombstone... What to write about a good person?"
An Zheng replied: "Yes."
The old woman cried bitterly: "What can I do? What can you do to me? I have to live... I have to live!"
The black-faced man turned to look at others: "Everyone here deserves to die. Every one of the fleeing foreigners passing by here will die. There are at least dozens of corpses buried in this field, and this old guy also Helped bury it.”
Feng Xiuyang lowered his head and looked at the peach wood sword stuck on the ground at his feet. After being silent for a while, he said: "Actually, you should also know that I have no choice but to kill you. What you pursue is a state of selflessness, but you The fact that he saved my life weighs on me all the time, making me think that I am who I am, so why don’t I have a self?”
An Zheng shrugged: "If you ask me, of course I know."
Those who do evil deserve to die.
Perhaps only he himself knows what An Zheng suddenly decided. He suddenly wanted to go back and read Zi Luo's last few paintings. He was frustrated when he saw Zi Luo encountering blackmail, and he felt blocked and didn't want to read any more. But after experiencing it again, he realized that he had never changed. Maybe Zi Luo is different from him. Zi Luo is a person of unknown origin and doesn't seem to have any attachment to this world.
He looked into An Zheng's eyes and asked, "Am I a villain?!"
An Zheng glanced at the dung fork in the black-faced man's hand: "The evil you do has a greater impact than those who think they are evil people. You make me dare not reach out to help an old man who might fall. I am neither the beginning nor the end. Besides, this is not the whole reason for your evil deeds. You see that I am a native of Yan, so you are confident. This is bullying."
The black-faced man shouted loudly to An Zheng: "I know you all think I am a villain, but I don't think I am. This village is lonely. Without me, I don't know how many people would have been killed by the bandits. Didn't I just fall asleep? A woman? Isn’t it just a matter of money? If it weren’t for me, everyone in this village might be dead.”
Feng Xiuyang shook his head: "No, no, no, you are wrong. How can I be like the master... Here, I am the master. An Zheng, I actually envy you. Some people cry after you die. And after I die , only people will laugh.”
Feng Xiuyang lowered his head and looked at the peach wood sword stuck on the ground at his feet. After being silent for a while, he said: "Actually, you should also know that I have no choice but to kill you. What you pursue is a state of selflessness, but you The fact that he saved my life weighs on me all the time, making me think that I am who I am, so why don’t I have a self?”
He stretched out his hand to pull out the mahogany sword, looked into An Zheng's eyes and asked very seriously: "Can you... be killed by me?"
An Zheng said: "It seems not."
Black-faced man: “What the hell do you mean?”
The black-faced man: "Bullying students? What's going on? Don't you people from Yan State stop bullying me when I get to Yan State?"
An Zheng shook his head.
The black-faced man realized that An Zheng was a practitioner.
Those who do evil deserve to die.
An Zheng glanced at the dung fork in the black-faced man's hand: "The evil you do has a greater impact than those who think they are evil people. You make me dare not reach out to help an old man who might fall. I am neither the beginning nor the end. Besides, this is not the whole reason for your evil deeds. You see that I am a native of Yan, so you are confident. This is bullying."
"meeting."
Feng Xiuyang said: "I don't blame you, I'm just trying to find an excuse for me to repay kindness with hatred. But after I said it, I realized that it was a bit feeble."
Perhaps only he himself knows what An Zheng suddenly decided. He suddenly wanted to go back and read Zi Luo's last few paintings. He was frustrated when he saw Zi Luo encountering blackmail, and he felt blocked and didn't want to read any more. But after experiencing it again, he realized that he had never changed. Maybe Zi Luo is different from him. Zi Luo is a person of unknown origin and doesn't seem to have any attachment to this world.
The village is gone.
"Hahahaha... It seems that I am dead today. But you are right, everyone in this village deserves to die. The first time I forced my daughter-in-law, she actually saw it. She walked in and saw it, Then he closed the door and went out... This old guy thought that his face was more important than anything else, so he was still guarding the door for me. "
An Zheng raised his hand and pressed it down.
"I thought you were going to do it in Asgard."
Feng Xiuyang said: "Don't look at it, this is a barrier. Do you know why I didn't die when I went to Wudang Mountain? I was obsessed with the Peach Tree lesson. Because my talent is really good, so good that I can't even die." Master Zhang was reluctant to kill me. In order to keep me, he even gave me a treasure from Wudang Mountain... This thing is called Xuanhuang Seal, which can be broken easily by thinking about it. The only control over opening this mysterious yellow seal is in my hands. If I am defeated by you and about to die, I will tell you how to get out."
"meeting."
An Zheng's answer was still simple: "When you arrive in the Yan Kingdom, there will be people like you in the Yan Kingdom. But I won't bully you... I will kill you. Maybe God allowed me to live twice because what I did was good. not enough."
An Zheng asked: "I'm just curious as to why you found me so quickly."
He glanced at the old woman: "But I let you live. I will kill everyone in this village if they deserve to die. You deserve to die too, but you shouldn't die so soon... From now on, you will be the only one left in this village. You If you think your daughter-in-law is not important, I will take her away for you. I will send her to a place where she can at least have enough food and clothing. You can pick up excrement and water here alone until you die."
"Hahahaha... It seems that I am dead today. But you are right, everyone in this village deserves to die. The first time I forced my daughter-in-law, she actually saw it. She walked in and saw it, Then he closed the door and went out... This old guy thought that his face was more important than anything else, so he was still guarding the door for me. "
Feng Xiuyang poked the peach wood sword in her hand on the ground, looked at An Zheng and smiled: "You know, I have always been a very calm person. I will not do impulsive things unless necessary. Even so. , I also feel that I am a little impulsive in coming to you today."
The black-faced man realized that An Zheng was a practitioner.
Black-faced man: “What the hell do you mean?”
An Zheng turned around and looked at the handsome man wearing a crescent white gown. That was a man who could be called a handsome young master even in Daxi, not to mention the Yan State. No matter where such a man goes, he will be noticed by women just like a beautiful woman attracts the attention of men. He looked clean and bright, as clear as the blue of the sky behind him.
He turned around and walked back, suddenly feeling that this was fate. After Zi Luo encountered such a thing, she became depressed and never did anything heroic again. But is Zi Luo really happy? He doesn't.
An Zheng: "Blame me?"
An Zheng asked: "I'm just curious as to why you found me so quickly."
Feng Xiuyang said: "You are so tired."
An Zheng replied: "Yes."
As soon as An Zheng raised his hand, the dung fork was in his hand. The black-faced man lowered his head and looked, and then there was fear in his eyes.
Feng Xiuyang turned around and looked around: "The mountains and rivers are poor, but the scenery is not bad. If I kill you, I will build a good tomb for you, and I will never be perfunctory. I will choose good stones and build them for you with my own hands. Carve a tombstone... What to write about a good person?"
An Zheng hummed: "Live."
The black-faced man shouted loudly to An Zheng: "I know you all think I am a villain, but I don't think I am. This village is lonely. Without me, I don't know how many people would have been killed by the bandits. Didn't I just fall asleep? A woman? Isn’t it just a matter of money? If it weren’t for me, everyone in this village might be dead.”
"You are right. If you die, someone else may die at the hands of bandits. But everyone in this village deserves to die..."
He stretched out his hand to pull out the mahogany sword, looked into An Zheng's eyes and asked very seriously: "Can you... be killed by me?"
An Zheng's answer was still simple: "When you arrive in the Yan Kingdom, there will be people like you in the Yan Kingdom. But I won't bully you... I will kill you. Maybe God allowed me to live twice because what I did was good. not enough."
An Zheng suddenly understood why Feng Xiuyang was confident.
The black-faced man shouted loudly to An Zheng: "I know you all think I am a villain, but I don't think I am. This village is lonely. Without me, I don't know how many people would have been killed by the bandits. Didn't I just fall asleep? A woman? Isn’t it just a matter of money? If it weren’t for me, everyone in this village might be dead.”
Before An Zheng could speak, he continued: "Because of my talent... Others have always said that I am a genius, including the old guys in Yan Guotai's dojo. But in fact, none of them Only I know where my genius lies. My genius... is not what others see. The reason I dare to go to Wudang Mountain is to capture the soul of life. The tree in Wudang Mountain is not a simple tree. , its life soul is much harder than that of a human being.”
The black-faced man turned to look at others: "Everyone here deserves to die. Every one of the fleeing foreigners passing by here will die. There are at least dozens of corpses buried in this field, and this old guy also Helped bury it.”
An Zheng looked at the old woman: "Including you, do you really not know that your daughter-in-law was bullied by him? It's just that you saw it this time. In fact, you were also thinking in your heart, can this evil man help you even if he is alive? Get rid of the bad guys in the village. Even if there is no rogue thing, you don’t dare to offend him... Either you are afraid of death, or you think your family’s reputation is more important than your daughter-in-law’s life.”
Feng Xiuyang hummed: "People like you don't often take advantage of others. I thought that in the situation just now, I could kill you while you were in an unstable state. But in the end I didn't. You took action rashly, do you know why?"
An Zheng turned around and looked at the handsome man wearing a crescent white gown. That was a man who could be called a handsome young master even in Daxi, not to mention the Yan State. No matter where such a man goes, he will be noticed by women just like a beautiful woman attracts the attention of men. He looked clean and bright, as clear as the blue of the sky behind him.
Black-faced man: “What the hell do you mean?”
The old woman's expression changed and she began to tremble.
He turned around and walked back, suddenly feeling that this was fate. After Zi Luo encountered such a thing, she became depressed and never did anything heroic again. But is Zi Luo really happy? He doesn't.
An Zheng hummed: "Live."
Feng Xiuyang hooked his finger, and the peach wood sword flew up from the ground and landed in his hand. He strode towards An Zheng: "This is my world, and I promise you a glorious burial!"
Feng Xiuyang said: "You are so tired."
An Zheng raised his hand and the Broken Army Sword appeared: "I won't laugh... I will laugh very loudly."
"Hahahaha... It seems that I am dead today. But you are right, everyone in this village deserves to die. The first time I forced my daughter-in-law, she actually saw it. She walked in and saw it, Then he closed the door and went out... This old guy thought that his face was more important than anything else, so he was still guarding the door for me. "
The black-faced man realized that An Zheng was a practitioner.
Feng Xiuyang turned around and looked around: "The mountains and rivers are poor, but the scenery is not bad. If I kill you, I will build a good tomb for you, and I will never be perfunctory. I will choose good stones and build them for you with my own hands. Carve a tombstone... What to write about a good person?"
An Zheng asked: "I'm just curious as to why you found me so quickly."
"Hahahaha... It seems that I am dead today. But you are right, everyone in this village deserves to die. The first time I forced my daughter-in-law, she actually saw it. She walked in and saw it, Then he closed the door and went out... This old guy thought that his face was more important than anything else, so he was still guarding the door for me. "
An Zheng suddenly understood why Feng Xiuyang was confident.
An Zheng said: "It seems not."
The black-faced man turned to look at others: "Everyone here deserves to die. Every one of the fleeing foreigners passing by here will die. There are at least dozens of corpses buried in this field, and this old guy also Helped bury it.”
The black-faced man turned to look at others: "Everyone here deserves to die. Every one of the fleeing foreigners passing by here will die. There are at least dozens of corpses buried in this field, and this old guy also Helped bury it.”
An Zheng was expressionless: "Zi Luo has lost her faith because of this, but I won't. Evil people should die, no matter who they are."
An Zheng's answer was still simple: "When you arrive in the Yan Kingdom, there will be people like you in the Yan Kingdom. But I won't bully you... I will kill you. Maybe God allowed me to live twice because what I did was good. not enough."
An Zheng replied seriously: "I'll give it a try."
The black-faced man shouted loudly to An Zheng: "I know you all think I am a villain, but I don't think I am. This village is lonely. Without me, I don't know how many people would have been killed by the bandits. Didn't I just fall asleep? A woman? Isn’t it just a matter of money? If it weren’t for me, everyone in this village might be dead.”
As soon as An Zheng raised his hand, the dung fork was in his hand. The black-faced man lowered his head and looked, and then there was fear in his eyes.
An Zheng shrugged: "If you ask me, of course I know."
Then the old woman died.
The old woman cried bitterly: "What can I do? What can you do to me? I have to live... I have to live!"
Feng Xiuyang lowered his head and looked at the peach wood sword stuck on the ground at his feet. After being silent for a while, he said: "Actually, you should also know that I have no choice but to kill you. What you pursue is a state of selflessness, but you The fact that he saved my life weighs on me all the time, making me think that I am who I am, so why don’t I have a self?”
Feng Xiuyang poked the peach wood sword in her hand on the ground, looked at An Zheng and smiled: "You know, I have always been a very calm person. I will not do impulsive things unless necessary. Even so. , I also feel that I am a little impulsive in coming to you today."
"Careless."
The old woman fell to the ground softly, as if she had let out a long breath.
Maybe Zi Luo never regards himself as a person in this world, so he is lonely.
He stretched out his hand to pull out the mahogany sword, looked into An Zheng's eyes and asked very seriously: "Can you... be killed by me?"
Maybe Zi Luo never regards himself as a person in this world, so he is lonely.
An Zheng hummed: "Live."
The black-faced man turned to look at others: "Everyone here deserves to die. Every one of the fleeing foreigners passing by here will die. There are at least dozens of corpses buried in this field, and this old guy also Helped bury it.”
But he has murderous intent.
Feng Xiuyang sighed: "Can you tell me when you were not defensive at all?"
An Zheng said: "It seems not."
He raised his hand and stabbed the black-faced man in the heart. He took a look, and the gangsters holding big sticks exploded like watermelons that had been chopped up by violence. Red, pink, and white splashed everywhere.
The old woman cried bitterly: "What can I do? What can you do to me? I have to live... I have to live!"
Feng Xiuyang hooked his finger, and the peach wood sword flew up from the ground and landed in his hand. He strode towards An Zheng: "This is my world, and I promise you a glorious burial!"
"Hahahaha... It seems that I am dead today. But you are right, everyone in this village deserves to die. The first time I forced my daughter-in-law, she actually saw it. She walked in and saw it, Then he closed the door and went out... This old guy thought that his face was more important than anything else, so he was still guarding the door for me. "
An Zheng was expressionless: "Zi Luo has lost her faith because of this, but I won't. Evil people should die, no matter who they are."
When An Zheng walked back, he couldn't help but look back. Then I found that there was nothing... no ruins of the village, no grass, no two rows of trees, no dead bodies on the field ridge. There was nothing, as if there had never been anything there. Maybe there really is nothing there.
An Zheng shook his head.
"This is an upgraded version of the Mountains and Rivers Map. Everything here changes according to your wishes. Here, you are like the master."
He glanced at the old woman: "But I let you live. I will kill everyone in this village if they deserve to die. You deserve to die too, but you shouldn't die so soon... From now on, you will be the only one left in this village. You If you think your daughter-in-law is not important, I will take her away for you. I will send her to a place where she can at least have enough food and clothing. You can pick up excrement and water here alone until you die."
An Zheng hummed: "Live."
The voice was directly opposite An Zheng, in the direction from which An Zheng came.
An Zheng raised his hand and pressed it down.
The black-faced man turned to look at others: "Everyone here deserves to die. Every one of the fleeing foreigners passing by here will die. There are at least dozens of corpses buried in this field, and this old guy also Helped bury it.”
He glanced at the old woman: "But I let you live. I will kill everyone in this village if they deserve to die. You deserve to die too, but you shouldn't die so soon... From now on, you will be the only one left in this village. You If you think your daughter-in-law is not important, I will take her away for you. I will send her to a place where she can at least have enough food and clothing. You can pick up excrement and water here alone until you die."
He turned around and walked back, suddenly feeling that this was fate. After Zi Luo encountered such a thing, she became depressed and never did anything heroic again. But is Zi Luo really happy? He doesn't.
The village is gone.
He raised his hand and stabbed the black-faced man in the heart. He took a look, and the gangsters holding big sticks exploded like watermelons that had been chopped up by violence. Red, pink, and white splashed everywhere.
The black-faced man turned to look at others: "Everyone here deserves to die. Every one of the fleeing foreigners passing by here will die. There are at least dozens of corpses buried in this field, and this old guy also Helped bury it.”
Feng Xiuyang said: "Don't look at it, this is a barrier. Do you know why I didn't die when I went to Wudang Mountain? I was obsessed with the Peach Tree lesson. Because my talent is really good, so good that I can't even die." Master Zhang was reluctant to kill me. In order to keep me, he even gave me a treasure from Wudang Mountain... This thing is called Xuanhuang Seal, which can be broken easily by thinking about it. The only control over opening this mysterious yellow seal is in my hands. If I am defeated by you and about to die, I will tell you how to get out."
An Zheng shook his head.
He turned around and walked back, suddenly feeling that this was fate. After Zi Luo encountered such a thing, she became depressed and never did anything heroic again. But is Zi Luo really happy? He doesn't.
Black-faced man: “What the hell do you mean?”
He stretched out his hand to pull out the mahogany sword, looked into An Zheng's eyes and asked very seriously: "Can you... be killed by me?"
An Zheng glanced at the dung fork in the black-faced man's hand: "The evil you do has a greater impact than those who think they are evil people. You make me dare not reach out to help an old man who might fall. I am neither the beginning nor the end. Besides, this is not the whole reason for your evil deeds. You see that I am a native of Yan, so you are confident. This is bullying."
An Zheng replied: "Yes."
He raised his hand and stabbed the black-faced man in the heart. He took a look, and the gangsters holding big sticks exploded like watermelons that had been chopped up by violence. Red, pink, and white splashed everywhere.
The old woman fell to the ground softly, as if she had let out a long breath.
The old woman cried bitterly: "What can I do? What can you do to me? I have to live... I have to live!"
Feng Xiuyang said: "Don't look at it, this is a barrier. Do you know why I didn't die when I went to Wudang Mountain? I was obsessed with the Peach Tree lesson. Because my talent is really good, so good that I can't even die." Master Zhang was reluctant to kill me. In order to keep me, he even gave me a treasure from Wudang Mountain... This thing is called Xuanhuang Seal, which can be broken easily by thinking about it. The only control over opening this mysterious yellow seal is in my hands. If I am defeated by you and about to die, I will tell you how to get out."
After walking out for a few dozen steps, An Zheng suddenly came back, walked up to the old woman, looked into her fearful eyes and said, "I regret it."
Feng Xiuyang sighed: "Can you tell me when you were not defensive at all?"
An Zheng suddenly understood why Feng Xiuyang was confident.
Then the old woman died.
Perhaps only he himself knows what An Zheng suddenly decided. He suddenly wanted to go back and read Zi Luo's last few paintings. He was frustrated when he saw Zi Luo encountering blackmail, and he felt blocked and didn't want to read any more. But after experiencing it again, he realized that he had never changed. Maybe Zi Luo is different from him. Zi Luo is a person of unknown origin and doesn't seem to have any attachment to this world.
Feng Xiuyang said: "Don't look at it, this is a barrier. Do you know why I didn't die when I went to Wudang Mountain? I was obsessed with the Peach Tree lesson. Because my talent is really good, so good that I can't even die." Master Zhang was reluctant to kill me. In order to keep me, he even gave me a treasure from Wudang Mountain... This thing is called Xuanhuang Seal, which can be broken easily by thinking about it. The only control over opening this mysterious yellow seal is in my hands. If I am defeated by you and about to die, I will tell you how to get out."
Those who do evil deserve to die.
He stretched out his hand to pull out the mahogany sword, looked into An Zheng's eyes and asked very seriously: "Can you... be killed by me?"
"I thought you were going to do it in Asgard."
Feng Xiuyang pointed to his body: "The wood... you gave it to me. Do you know why I went back to Wudang Mountain? That is the orthodox place of Dao Sect now, and there are many masters there. With my cultivation at that time, I wanted to go to Wudang Mountain." Taking that peach tree was a way to die, but I still went, why? "
Then the old woman died.
As soon as An Zheng raised his hand, the dung fork was in his hand. The black-faced man lowered his head and looked, and then there was fear in his eyes.
Perhaps only he himself knows what An Zheng suddenly decided. He suddenly wanted to go back and read Zi Luo's last few paintings. He was frustrated when he saw Zi Luo encountering blackmail, and he felt blocked and didn't want to read any more. But after experiencing it again, he realized that he had never changed. Maybe Zi Luo is different from him. Zi Luo is a person of unknown origin and doesn't seem to have any attachment to this world.
After walking out for a few dozen steps, An Zheng suddenly came back, walked up to the old woman, looked into her fearful eyes and said, "I regret it."
An Zheng was expressionless: "Zi Luo has lost her faith because of this, but I won't. Evil people should die, no matter who they are."
Perhaps only he himself knows what An Zheng suddenly decided. He suddenly wanted to go back and read Zi Luo's last few paintings. He was frustrated when he saw Zi Luo encountering blackmail, and he felt blocked and didn't want to read any more. But after experiencing it again, he realized that he had never changed. Maybe Zi Luo is different from him. Zi Luo is a person of unknown origin and doesn't seem to have any attachment to this world.
An Zheng looked at the old woman: "Including you, do you really not know that your daughter-in-law was bullied by him? It's just that you saw it this time. In fact, you were also thinking in your heart, can this evil man help you even if he is alive? Get rid of the bad guys in the village. Even if there is no rogue thing, you don’t dare to offend him... Either you are afraid of death, or you think your family’s reputation is more important than your daughter-in-law’s life.”
Maybe Zi Luo never regards himself as a person in this world, so he is lonely.
An Zheng was not surprised at all, as if he had predicted that this person would appear in front of him. Or maybe An Zheng has been waiting for this moment to come.
"I thought you were going to do it in Asgard."
As soon as An Zheng raised his hand, the dung fork was in his hand. The black-faced man lowered his head and looked, and then there was fear in his eyes.
The old woman cried bitterly: "What can I do? What can you do to me? I have to live... I have to live!"
An Zheng asked: "I'm just curious as to why you found me so quickly."
When An Zheng walked back, he couldn't help but look back. Then I found that there was nothing... no ruins of the village, no grass, no two rows of trees, no dead bodies on the field ridge. There was nothing, as if there had never been anything there. Maybe there really is nothing there.
"I thought you were going to do it in Asgard."
The voice was directly opposite An Zheng, in the direction from which An Zheng came.
Black-faced man: “What the hell do you mean?”
He raised his hand and stabbed the black-faced man in the heart. He took a look, and the gangsters holding big sticks exploded like watermelons that had been chopped up by violence. Red, pink, and white splashed everywhere.
"Careless."
The voice was directly opposite An Zheng, in the direction from which An Zheng came.
An Zheng suddenly felt hot and hot in his body, as if something was about to split from his body.
An Zheng suddenly felt hot and hot in his body, as if something was about to split from his body.
The old woman cried bitterly: "What can I do? What can you do to me? I have to live... I have to live!"
An Zheng said: "It seems not."
An Zheng shook his head.
But he has murderous intent.
"Careless."
"Me neither, so I know you're really tired."
An Zheng said: "I'm stingy. I care about killing but not burying him."
Feng Xiuyang said: "I don't blame you, I'm just trying to find an excuse for me to repay kindness with hatred. But after I said it, I realized that it was a bit feeble."
The old woman fell to the ground softly, as if she had let out a long breath.
He stretched out his hand to pull out the mahogany sword, looked into An Zheng's eyes and asked very seriously: "Can you... be killed by me?"
After walking out for a few dozen steps, An Zheng suddenly came back, walked up to the old woman, looked into her fearful eyes and said, "I regret it."
An Zheng looked at the old woman: "Including you, do you really not know that your daughter-in-law was bullied by him? It's just that you saw it this time. In fact, you were also thinking in your heart, can this evil man help you even if he is alive? Get rid of the bad guys in the village. Even if there is no rogue thing, you don’t dare to offend him... Either you are afraid of death, or you think your family’s reputation is more important than your daughter-in-law’s life.”
An Zheng: "Blame me?"
An Zheng shook his head.
An Zheng asked: "I'm just curious as to why you found me so quickly."
An Zheng looked at the old woman: "Including you, do you really not know that your daughter-in-law was bullied by him? It's just that you saw it this time. In fact, you were also thinking in your heart, can this evil man help you even if he is alive? Get rid of the bad guys in the village. Even if there is no rogue thing, you don’t dare to offend him... Either you are afraid of death, or you think your family’s reputation is more important than your daughter-in-law’s life.”
He turned around and walked back, suddenly feeling that this was fate. After Zi Luo encountered such a thing, she became depressed and never did anything heroic again. But is Zi Luo really happy? He doesn't.
An Zheng couldn't help but smile: "I blame myself for being careless. You were the one who created that illusion just now. It's amazing. You can erode my heart and feel my thoughts. The level of your illusion is so high that it's scary." Oh... I forgot that Taoism has always been more devoted to the study of illusion than other sects. Rumor has it that illusion was first spread by Taoism."
An Zheng looked around and felt that there was something strange around him.
After walking out for a few dozen steps, An Zheng suddenly came back, walked up to the old woman, looked into her fearful eyes and said, "I regret it."
An Zheng asked: "I'm just curious as to why you found me so quickly."
"However, you did nothing wrong and you didn't give me a chance."
Feng Xiuyang hummed: "People like you don't often take advantage of others. I thought that in the situation just now, I could kill you while you were in an unstable state. But in the end I didn't. You took action rashly, do you know why?"
The black-faced man shouted loudly to An Zheng: "I know you all think I am a villain, but I don't think I am. This village is lonely. Without me, I don't know how many people would have been killed by the bandits. Didn't I just fall asleep? A woman? Isn’t it just a matter of money? If it weren’t for me, everyone in this village might be dead.”
The voice was directly opposite An Zheng, in the direction from which An Zheng came.
An Zheng replied: "Yes."
He glanced at the old woman: "But I let you live. I will kill everyone in this village if they deserve to die. You deserve to die too, but you shouldn't die so soon... From now on, you will be the only one left in this village. You If you think your daughter-in-law is not important, I will take her away for you. I will send her to a place where she can at least have enough food and clothing. You can pick up excrement and water here alone until you die."
The old woman's expression changed and she began to tremble.
An Zheng turned around and looked at the handsome man wearing a crescent white gown. That was a man who could be called a handsome young master even in Daxi, not to mention the Yan State. No matter where such a man goes, he will be noticed by women just like a beautiful woman attracts the attention of men. He looked clean and bright, as clear as the blue of the sky behind him.
Feng Xiuyang shook his head: "No, no, no, you are wrong. How can I be like the master... Here, I am the master. An Zheng, I actually envy you. Some people cry after you die. And after I die , only people will laugh.”
The black-faced man: "Bullying students? What's going on? Don't you people from Yan State stop bullying me when I get to Yan State?"
An Zheng suddenly understood why Feng Xiuyang was confident.
Feng Xiuyang pointed to his body: "The wood... you gave it to me. Do you know why I went back to Wudang Mountain? That is the orthodox place of Dao Sect now, and there are many masters there. With my cultivation at that time, I wanted to go to Wudang Mountain." Taking that peach tree was a way to die, but I still went, why? "
Feng Xiuyang said: "I don't blame you, I'm just trying to find an excuse for me to repay kindness with hatred. But after I said it, I realized that it was a bit feeble."
But he has murderous intent.
An Zheng suddenly felt hot and hot in his body, as if something was about to split from his body.
Feng Xiuyang pointed to his body: "The wood... you gave it to me. Do you know why I went back to Wudang Mountain? That is the orthodox place of Dao Sect now, and there are many masters there. With my cultivation at that time, I wanted to go to Wudang Mountain." Taking that peach tree was a way to die, but I still went, why? "
"This is an upgraded version of the Mountains and Rivers Map. Everything here changes according to your wishes. Here, you are like the master."
Feng Xiuyang said: "You are so tired."
Feng Xiuyang said: "I don't blame you, I'm just trying to find an excuse for me to repay kindness with hatred. But after I said it, I realized that it was a bit feeble."
An Zheng suddenly understood why Feng Xiuyang was confident.
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders.
The black-faced man: "Bullying students? What's going on? Don't you people from Yan State stop bullying me when I get to Yan State?"
An Zheng was not surprised at all, as if he had predicted that this person would appear in front of him. Or maybe An Zheng has been waiting for this moment to come.
Feng Xiuyang said: "You are so tired."
An Zheng's answer was still simple: "When you arrive in the Yan Kingdom, there will be people like you in the Yan Kingdom. But I won't bully you... I will kill you. Maybe God allowed me to live twice because what I did was good. not enough."
An Zheng shrugged: "If you ask me, of course I know."
An Zheng couldn't help but smile: "I blame myself for being careless. You were the one who created that illusion just now. It's amazing. You can erode my heart and feel my thoughts. The level of your illusion is so high that it's scary." Oh... I forgot that Taoism has always been more devoted to the study of illusion than other sects. Rumor has it that illusion was first spread by Taoism."
"I thought you were going to do it in Asgard."
Perhaps only he himself knows what An Zheng suddenly decided. He suddenly wanted to go back and read Zi Luo's last few paintings. He was frustrated when he saw Zi Luo encountering blackmail, and he felt blocked and didn't want to read any more. But after experiencing it again, he realized that he had never changed. Maybe Zi Luo is different from him. Zi Luo is a person of unknown origin and doesn't seem to have any attachment to this world.
An Zheng replied: "Yes."
Those who do evil deserve to die.
As soon as An Zheng raised his hand, the dung fork was in his hand. The black-faced man lowered his head and looked, and then there was fear in his eyes.
Feng Xiuyang: "So, if I am accidentally killed by you, please do the same as me and don't bury me perfunctorily. Choose a good stone and carve a tombstone for me with your own hands. I have already thought about what to write. … a practitioner.”
The black-faced man turned to look at others: "Everyone here deserves to die. Every one of the fleeing foreigners passing by here will die. There are at least dozens of corpses buried in this field, and this old guy also Helped bury it.”
"Me neither, so I know you're really tired."
An Zheng said.
An Zheng couldn't help but smile: "I blame myself for being careless. You were the one who created that illusion just now. It's amazing. You can erode my heart and feel my thoughts. The level of your illusion is so high that it's scary." Oh... I forgot that Taoism has always been more devoted to the study of illusion than other sects. Rumor has it that illusion was first spread by Taoism."
An Zheng replied: "Yes."
Perhaps only he himself knows what An Zheng suddenly decided. He suddenly wanted to go back and read Zi Luo's last few paintings. He was frustrated when he saw Zi Luo encountering blackmail, and he felt blocked and didn't want to read any more. But after experiencing it again, he realized that he had never changed. Maybe Zi Luo is different from him. Zi Luo is a person of unknown origin and doesn't seem to have any attachment to this world.
Feng Xiuyang poked the peach wood sword in her hand on the ground, looked at An Zheng and smiled: "You know, I have always been a very calm person. I will not do impulsive things unless necessary. Even so. , I also feel that I am a little impulsive in coming to you today."
An Zheng smiled: "Don't you have it?"
An Zheng raised his hand and the Broken Army Sword appeared: "I won't laugh... I will laugh very loudly."
The black-faced man shouted loudly to An Zheng: "I know you all think I am a villain, but I don't think I am. This village is lonely. Without me, I don't know how many people would have been killed by the bandits. Didn't I just fall asleep? A woman? Isn’t it just a matter of money? If it weren’t for me, everyone in this village might be dead.”
The black-faced man realized that An Zheng was a practitioner.
An Zheng's answer was still simple: "When you arrive in the Yan Kingdom, there will be people like you in the Yan Kingdom. But I won't bully you... I will kill you. Maybe God allowed me to live twice because what I did was good. not enough."
Before An Zheng could speak, he continued: "Because of my talent... Others have always said that I am a genius, including the old guys in Yan Guotai's dojo. But in fact, none of them Only I know where my genius lies. My genius... is not what others see. The reason I dare to go to Wudang Mountain is to capture the soul of life. The tree in Wudang Mountain is not a simple tree. , its life soul is much harder than that of a human being.”
An Zheng asked: "I'm just curious as to why you found me so quickly."
An Zheng smiled: "Don't you have it?"
Perhaps only he himself knows what An Zheng suddenly decided. He suddenly wanted to go back and read Zi Luo's last few paintings. He was frustrated when he saw Zi Luo encountering blackmail, and he felt blocked and didn't want to read any more. But after experiencing it again, he realized that he had never changed. Maybe Zi Luo is different from him. Zi Luo is a person of unknown origin and doesn't seem to have any attachment to this world.
Feng Xiuyang lowered his head and looked at the peach wood sword stuck on the ground at his feet. After being silent for a while, he said: "Actually, you should also know that I have no choice but to kill you. What you pursue is a state of selflessness, but you The fact that he saved my life weighs on me all the time, making me think that I am who I am, so why don’t I have a self?”
"I thought you were going to do it in Asgard."
An Zheng was not surprised at all, as if he had predicted that this person would appear in front of him. Or maybe An Zheng has been waiting for this moment to come.
"meeting."
An Zheng suddenly felt hot and hot in his body, as if something was about to split from his body.
Feng Xiuyang pointed to his body: "The wood... you gave it to me. Do you know why I went back to Wudang Mountain? That is the orthodox place of Dao Sect now, and there are many masters there. With my cultivation at that time, I wanted to go to Wudang Mountain." Taking that peach tree was a way to die, but I still went, why? "
Perhaps only he himself knows what An Zheng suddenly decided. He suddenly wanted to go back and read Zi Luo's last few paintings. He was frustrated when he saw Zi Luo encountering blackmail, and he felt blocked and didn't want to read any more. But after experiencing it again, he realized that he had never changed. Maybe Zi Luo is different from him. Zi Luo is a person of unknown origin and doesn't seem to have any attachment to this world.
An Zheng looked at the old woman: "Including you, do you really not know that your daughter-in-law was bullied by him? It's just that you saw it this time. In fact, you were also thinking in your heart, can this evil man help you even if he is alive? Get rid of the bad guys in the village. Even if there is no rogue thing, you don’t dare to offend him... Either you are afraid of death, or you think your family’s reputation is more important than your daughter-in-law’s life.”
The black-faced man turned to look at others: "Everyone here deserves to die. Every one of the fleeing foreigners passing by here will die. There are at least dozens of corpses buried in this field, and this old guy also Helped bury it.”
"Hahahaha... It seems that I am dead today. But you are right, everyone in this village deserves to die. The first time I forced my daughter-in-law, she actually saw it. She walked in and saw it, Then he closed the door and went out... This old guy thought that his face was more important than anything else, so he was still guarding the door for me. "
An Zheng shrugged: "If you ask me, of course I know."
"I thought I was sure, but I still lost. I lost to a tree... However, this is not the worst thing. The worst thing is that you saved my life. There is your breath on that peach tree, that peach tree It’s my life soul now, so others don’t know where you are, but I may know it at any time.”
An Zheng said: "It seems not."
An Zheng looked around and felt that there was something strange around him.
Before An Zheng could speak, he continued: "Because of my talent... Others have always said that I am a genius, including the old guys in Yan Guotai's dojo. But in fact, none of them Only I know where my genius lies. My genius... is not what others see. The reason I dare to go to Wudang Mountain is to capture the soul of life. The tree in Wudang Mountain is not a simple tree. , its life soul is much harder than that of a human being.”
Before An Zheng could speak, he continued: "Because of my talent... Others have always said that I am a genius, including the old guys in Yan Guotai's dojo. But in fact, none of them Only I know where my genius lies. My genius... is not what others see. The reason I dare to go to Wudang Mountain is to capture the soul of life. The tree in Wudang Mountain is not a simple tree. , its life soul is much harder than that of a human being.”
An Zheng turned around and looked at the handsome man wearing a crescent white gown. That was a man who could be called a handsome young master even in Daxi, not to mention the Yan State. No matter where such a man goes, he will be noticed by women just like a beautiful woman attracts the attention of men. He looked clean and bright, as clear as the blue of the sky behind him.
Before An Zheng could speak, he continued: "Because of my talent... Others have always said that I am a genius, including the old guys in Yan Guotai's dojo. But in fact, none of them Only I know where my genius lies. My genius... is not what others see. The reason I dare to go to Wudang Mountain is to capture the soul of life. The tree in Wudang Mountain is not a simple tree. , its life soul is much harder than that of a human being.”
Feng Xiuyang hooked his finger, and the peach wood sword flew up from the ground and landed in his hand. He strode towards An Zheng: "This is my world, and I promise you a glorious burial!"
Then the old woman died.
Feng Xiuyang pointed to his body: "The wood... you gave it to me. Do you know why I went back to Wudang Mountain? That is the orthodox place of Dao Sect now, and there are many masters there. With my cultivation at that time, I wanted to go to Wudang Mountain." Taking that peach tree was a way to die, but I still went, why? "
Feng Xiuyang shook his head: "No, no, no, you are wrong. How can I be like the master... Here, I am the master. An Zheng, I actually envy you. Some people cry after you die. And after I die , only people will laugh.”
"Hahahaha... It seems that I am dead today. But you are right, everyone in this village deserves to die. The first time I forced my daughter-in-law, she actually saw it. She walked in and saw it, Then he closed the door and went out... This old guy thought that his face was more important than anything else, so he was still guarding the door for me. "
"I thought I was sure, but I still lost. I lost to a tree... However, this is not the worst thing. The worst thing is that you saved my life. There is your breath on that peach tree, that peach tree It’s my life soul now, so others don’t know where you are, but I may know it at any time.”
An Zheng suddenly felt hot and hot in his body, as if something was about to split from his body.
An Zheng suddenly understood why Feng Xiuyang was confident.
Then the old woman died.
The old woman fell to the ground softly, as if she had let out a long breath.
He raised his hand and stabbed the black-faced man in the heart. He took a look, and the gangsters holding big sticks exploded like watermelons that had been chopped up by violence. Red, pink, and white splashed everywhere.
An Zheng couldn't help but smile: "I blame myself for being careless. You were the one who created that illusion just now. It's amazing. You can erode my heart and feel my thoughts. The level of your illusion is so high that it's scary." Oh... I forgot that Taoism has always been more devoted to the study of illusion than other sects. Rumor has it that illusion was first spread by Taoism."
"You are right. If you die, someone else may die at the hands of bandits. But everyone in this village deserves to die..."
Black-faced man: “What the hell do you mean?”
"However, you did nothing wrong and you didn't give me a chance."
Feng Xiuyang sighed: "Can you tell me when you were not defensive at all?"
The black-faced man shouted loudly to An Zheng: "I know you all think I am a villain, but I don't think I am. This village is lonely. Without me, I don't know how many people would have been killed by the bandits. Didn't I just fall asleep? A woman? Isn’t it just a matter of money? If it weren’t for me, everyone in this village might be dead.”
An Zheng was expressionless: "Zi Luo has lost her faith because of this, but I won't. Evil people should die, no matter who they are."
An Zheng: "Blame me?"
An Zheng said: "It seems not."
Feng Xiuyang hummed: "People like you don't often take advantage of others. I thought that in the situation just now, I could kill you while you were in an unstable state. But in the end I didn't. You took action rashly, do you know why?"
Feng Xiuyang said: "Don't look at it, this is a barrier. Do you know why I didn't die when I went to Wudang Mountain? I was obsessed with the Peach Tree lesson. Because my talent is really good, so good that I can't even die." Master Zhang was reluctant to kill me. In order to keep me, he even gave me a treasure from Wudang Mountain... This thing is called Xuanhuang Seal, which can be broken easily by thinking about it. The only control over opening this mysterious yellow seal is in my hands. If I am defeated by you and about to die, I will tell you how to get out."
He glanced at the old woman: "But I let you live. I will kill everyone in this village if they deserve to die. You deserve to die too, but you shouldn't die so soon... From now on, you will be the only one left in this village. You If you think your daughter-in-law is not important, I will take her away for you. I will send her to a place where she can at least have enough food and clothing. You can pick up excrement and water here alone until you die."
An Zheng raised his hand and pressed it down.
The black-faced man shouted loudly to An Zheng: "I know you all think I am a villain, but I don't think I am. This village is lonely. Without me, I don't know how many people would have been killed by the bandits. Didn't I just fall asleep? A woman? Isn’t it just a matter of money? If it weren’t for me, everyone in this village might be dead.”
An Zheng shrugged: "If you ask me, of course I know."
An Zheng couldn't help but smile: "I blame myself for being careless. You were the one who created that illusion just now. It's amazing. You can erode my heart and feel my thoughts. The level of your illusion is so high that it's scary." Oh... I forgot that Taoism has always been more devoted to the study of illusion than other sects. Rumor has it that illusion was first spread by Taoism."
He stretched out his hand to pull out the mahogany sword, looked into An Zheng's eyes and asked very seriously: "Can you... be killed by me?"
"I thought I was sure, but I still lost. I lost to a tree... However, this is not the worst thing. The worst thing is that you saved my life. There is your breath on that peach tree, that peach tree It’s my life soul now, so others don’t know where you are, but I may know it at any time.”
"Hahahaha... It seems that I am dead today. But you are right, everyone in this village deserves to die. The first time I forced my daughter-in-law, she actually saw it. She walked in and saw it, Then he closed the door and went out... This old guy thought that his face was more important than anything else, so he was still guarding the door for me. "
The voice was directly opposite An Zheng, in the direction from which An Zheng came.
Feng Xiuyang sighed: "Can you tell me when you were not defensive at all?"
"This is an upgraded version of the Mountains and Rivers Map. Everything here changes according to your wishes. Here, you are like the master."
The black-faced man shouted loudly to An Zheng: "I know you all think I am a villain, but I don't think I am. This village is lonely. Without me, I don't know how many people would have been killed by the bandits. Didn't I just fall asleep? A woman? Isn’t it just a matter of money? If it weren’t for me, everyone in this village might be dead.”
Maybe Zi Luo never regards himself as a person in this world, so he is lonely.
Before An Zheng could speak, he continued: "Because of my talent... Others have always said that I am a genius, including the old guys in Yan Guotai's dojo. But in fact, none of them Only I know where my genius lies. My genius... is not what others see. The reason I dare to go to Wudang Mountain is to capture the soul of life. The tree in Wudang Mountain is not a simple tree. , its life soul is much harder than that of a human being.”
An Zheng said: "It seems not."
An Zheng shook his head.
An Zheng hummed: "Live."
An Zheng suddenly understood why Feng Xiuyang was confident.
Feng Xiuyang pointed to his body: "The wood... you gave it to me. Do you know why I went back to Wudang Mountain? That is the orthodox place of Dao Sect now, and there are many masters there. With my cultivation at that time, I wanted to go to Wudang Mountain." Taking that peach tree was a way to die, but I still went, why? "
"However, you did nothing wrong and you didn't give me a chance."
Feng Xiuyang said: "You are so tired."
An Zheng said.
An Zheng: "Blame me?"
An Zheng smiled: "Don't you have it?"
An Zheng: "Blame me?"
Black-faced man: “What the hell do you mean?”
"Me neither, so I know you're really tired."
Those who do evil deserve to die.
The black-faced man realized that An Zheng was a practitioner.
Feng Xiuyang: "So, if I am accidentally killed by you, please do the same as me and don't bury me perfunctorily. Choose a good stone and carve a tombstone for me with your own hands. I have already thought about what to write. … a practitioner.”
An Zheng raised his hand and the Broken Army Sword appeared: "I won't laugh... I will laugh very loudly."
Feng Xiuyang lowered his head and looked at the peach wood sword stuck on the ground at his feet. After being silent for a while, he said: "Actually, you should also know that I have no choice but to kill you. What you pursue is a state of selflessness, but you The fact that he saved my life weighs on me all the time, making me think that I am who I am, so why don’t I have a self?”
An Zheng glanced at the dung fork in the black-faced man's hand: "The evil you do has a greater impact than those who think they are evil people. You make me dare not reach out to help an old man who might fall. I am neither the beginning nor the end. Besides, this is not the whole reason for your evil deeds. You see that I am a native of Yan, so you are confident. This is bullying."
When An Zheng walked back, he couldn't help but look back. Then I found that there was nothing... no ruins of the village, no grass, no two rows of trees, no dead bodies on the field ridge. There was nothing, as if there had never been anything there. Maybe there really is nothing there.
The village is gone.
The old woman's expression changed and she began to tremble.
"You are right. If you die, someone else may die at the hands of bandits. But everyone in this village deserves to die..."
An Zheng glanced at the dung fork in the black-faced man's hand: "The evil you do has a greater impact than those who think they are evil people. You make me dare not reach out to help an old man who might fall. I am neither the beginning nor the end. Besides, this is not the whole reason for your evil deeds. You see that I am a native of Yan, so you are confident. This is bullying."
An Zheng: "Blame me?"
The voice was directly opposite An Zheng, in the direction from which An Zheng came.
An Zheng shrugged: "If you ask me, of course I know."
Feng Xiuyang said: "I don't blame you, I'm just trying to find an excuse for me to repay kindness with hatred. But after I said it, I realized that it was a bit feeble."
An Zheng raised his hand and the Broken Army Sword appeared: "I won't laugh... I will laugh very loudly."
Feng Xiuyang lowered his head and looked at the peach wood sword stuck on the ground at his feet. After being silent for a while, he said: "Actually, you should also know that I have no choice but to kill you. What you pursue is a state of selflessness, but you The fact that he saved my life weighs on me all the time, making me think that I am who I am, so why don’t I have a self?”
The black-faced man realized that An Zheng was a practitioner.
He stretched out his hand to pull out the mahogany sword, looked into An Zheng's eyes and asked very seriously: "Can you... be killed by me?"
Feng Xiuyang shook his head: "No, no, no, you are wrong. How can I be like the master... Here, I am the master. An Zheng, I actually envy you. Some people cry after you die. And after I die , only people will laugh.”
Feng Xiuyang: "So, if I am accidentally killed by you, please do the same as me and don't bury me perfunctorily. Choose a good stone and carve a tombstone for me with your own hands. I have already thought about what to write. … a practitioner.”
An Zheng replied seriously: "I'll give it a try."
Feng Xiuyang lowered his head and looked at the peach wood sword stuck on the ground at his feet. After being silent for a while, he said: "Actually, you should also know that I have no choice but to kill you. What you pursue is a state of selflessness, but you The fact that he saved my life weighs on me all the time, making me think that I am who I am, so why don’t I have a self?”
Maybe Zi Luo never regards himself as a person in this world, so he is lonely.
The black-faced man turned to look at others: "Everyone here deserves to die. Every one of the fleeing foreigners passing by here will die. There are at least dozens of corpses buried in this field, and this old guy also Helped bury it.”
"However, you did nothing wrong and you didn't give me a chance."
As soon as An Zheng raised his hand, the dung fork was in his hand. The black-faced man lowered his head and looked, and then there was fear in his eyes.
An Zheng: "Blame me?"
An Zheng smiled: "Don't you have it?"
An Zheng replied: "Yes."
Feng Xiuyang turned around and looked around: "The mountains and rivers are poor, but the scenery is not bad. If I kill you, I will build a good tomb for you, and I will never be perfunctory. I will choose good stones and build them for you with my own hands. Carve a tombstone... What to write about a good person?"
Maybe Zi Luo never regards himself as a person in this world, so he is lonely.
An Zheng: "Blame me?"
An Zheng suddenly understood why Feng Xiuyang was confident.
The old woman cried bitterly: "What can I do? What can you do to me? I have to live... I have to live!"
An Zheng: "Blame me?"
An Zheng said.
An Zheng hummed: "Live."
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders.
An Zheng was expressionless: "Zi Luo has lost her faith because of this, but I won't. Evil people should die, no matter who they are."
"However, you did nothing wrong and you didn't give me a chance."
Feng Xiuyang: "So, if I am accidentally killed by you, please do the same as me and don't bury me perfunctorily. Choose a good stone and carve a tombstone for me with your own hands. I have already thought about what to write. … a practitioner.”
"Careless."
Feng Xiuyang said: "You are so tired."
"However, you did nothing wrong and you didn't give me a chance."
Those who do evil deserve to die.
Feng Xiuyang sighed: "Can you tell me when you were not defensive at all?"
An Zheng looked around and felt that there was something strange around him.
An Zheng asked: "I'm just curious as to why you found me so quickly."
Feng Xiuyang poked the peach wood sword in her hand on the ground, looked at An Zheng and smiled: "You know, I have always been a very calm person. I will not do impulsive things unless necessary. Even so. , I also feel that I am a little impulsive in coming to you today."
Feng Xiuyang shook his head: "No, no, no, you are wrong. How can I be like the master... Here, I am the master. An Zheng, I actually envy you. Some people cry after you die. And after I die , only people will laugh.”
He looked into An Zheng's eyes and asked, "Am I a villain?!"
An Zheng was expressionless: "Zi Luo has lost her faith because of this, but I won't. Evil people should die, no matter who they are."
An Zheng replied seriously: "I'll give it a try."
Feng Xiuyang said: "Don't look at it, this is a barrier. Do you know why I didn't die when I went to Wudang Mountain? I was obsessed with the Peach Tree lesson. Because my talent is really good, so good that I can't even die." Master Zhang was reluctant to kill me. In order to keep me, he even gave me a treasure from Wudang Mountain... This thing is called Xuanhuang Seal, which can be broken easily by thinking about it. The only control over opening this mysterious yellow seal is in my hands. If I am defeated by you and about to die, I will tell you how to get out."
Feng Xiuyang poked the peach wood sword in her hand on the ground, looked at An Zheng and smiled: "You know, I have always been a very calm person. I will not do impulsive things unless necessary. Even so. , I also feel that I am a little impulsive in coming to you today."
Feng Xiuyang poked the peach wood sword in her hand on the ground, looked at An Zheng and smiled: "You know, I have always been a very calm person. I will not do impulsive things unless necessary. Even so. , I also feel that I am a little impulsive in coming to you today."
After walking out for a few dozen steps, An Zheng suddenly came back, walked up to the old woman, looked into her fearful eyes and said, "I regret it."
Feng Xiuyang poked the peach wood sword in her hand on the ground, looked at An Zheng and smiled: "You know, I have always been a very calm person. I will not do impulsive things unless necessary. Even so. , I also feel that I am a little impulsive in coming to you today."
An Zheng suddenly understood why Feng Xiuyang was confident.
Feng Xiuyang pointed to his body: "The wood... you gave it to me. Do you know why I went back to Wudang Mountain? That is the orthodox place of Dao Sect now, and there are many masters there. With my cultivation at that time, I wanted to go to Wudang Mountain." Taking that peach tree was a way to die, but I still went, why? "
Before An Zheng could speak, he continued: "Because of my talent... Others have always said that I am a genius, including the old guys in Yan Guotai's dojo. But in fact, none of them Only I know where my genius lies. My genius... is not what others see. The reason I dare to go to Wudang Mountain is to capture the soul of life. The tree in Wudang Mountain is not a simple tree. , its life soul is much harder than that of a human being.”
Before An Zheng could speak, he continued: "Because of my talent... Others have always said that I am a genius, including the old guys in Yan Guotai's dojo. But in fact, none of them Only I know where my genius lies. My genius... is not what others see. The reason I dare to go to Wudang Mountain is to capture the soul of life. The tree in Wudang Mountain is not a simple tree. , its life soul is much harder than that of a human being.”
The voice was directly opposite An Zheng, in the direction from which An Zheng came.
An Zheng smiled: "Don't you have it?"
When An Zheng walked back, he couldn't help but look back. Then I found that there was nothing... no ruins of the village, no grass, no two rows of trees, no dead bodies on the field ridge. There was nothing, as if there had never been anything there. Maybe there really is nothing there.
"However, you did nothing wrong and you didn't give me a chance."
"This is an upgraded version of the Mountains and Rivers Map. Everything here changes according to your wishes. Here, you are like the master."
After walking out for a few dozen steps, An Zheng suddenly came back, walked up to the old woman, looked into her fearful eyes and said, "I regret it."
Feng Xiuyang hummed: "People like you don't often take advantage of others. I thought that in the situation just now, I could kill you while you were in an unstable state. But in the end I didn't. You took action rashly, do you know why?"
An Zheng shrugged: "If you ask me, of course I know."
Feng Xiuyang shook his head: "No, no, no, you are wrong. How can I be like the master... Here, I am the master. An Zheng, I actually envy you. Some people cry after you die. And after I die , only people will laugh.”
The voice was directly opposite An Zheng, in the direction from which An Zheng came.
An Zheng turned around and looked at the handsome man wearing a crescent white gown. That was a man who could be called a handsome young master even in Daxi, not to mention the Yan State. No matter where such a man goes, he will be noticed by women just like a beautiful woman attracts the attention of men. He looked clean and bright, as clear as the blue of the sky behind him.
Perhaps only he himself knows what An Zheng suddenly decided. He suddenly wanted to go back and read Zi Luo's last few paintings. He was frustrated when he saw Zi Luo encountering blackmail, and he felt blocked and didn't want to read any more. But after experiencing it again, he realized that he had never changed. Maybe Zi Luo is different from him. Zi Luo is a person of unknown origin and doesn't seem to have any attachment to this world.
An Zheng shook his head.
Feng Xiuyang said: "I don't blame you, I'm just trying to find an excuse for me to repay kindness with hatred. But after I said it, I realized that it was a bit feeble."
An Zheng shrugged: "If you ask me, of course I know."
Feng Xiuyang shook his head: "No, no, no, you are wrong. How can I be like the master... Here, I am the master. An Zheng, I actually envy you. Some people cry after you die. And after I die , only people will laugh.”
An Zheng raised his hand and the Broken Army Sword appeared: "I won't laugh... I will laugh very loudly."
An Zheng was expressionless: "Zi Luo has lost her faith because of this, but I won't. Evil people should die, no matter who they are."
Then the old woman died.
Feng Xiuyang hooked his finger, and the peach wood sword flew up from the ground and landed in his hand. He strode towards An Zheng: "This is my world, and I promise you a glorious burial!"
"I thought you were going to do it in Asgard."
But he has murderous intent.
Feng Xiuyang sighed: "Can you tell me when you were not defensive at all?"
Feng Xiuyang said: "I don't blame you, I'm just trying to find an excuse for me to repay kindness with hatred. But after I said it, I realized that it was a bit feeble."
An Zheng smiled: "Don't you have it?"
An Zheng was expressionless: "Zi Luo has lost her faith because of this, but I won't. Evil people should die, no matter who they are."
An Zheng said: "I'm stingy. I care about killing but not burying him."
Feng Xiuyang lowered his head and looked at the peach wood sword stuck on the ground at his feet. After being silent for a while, he said: "Actually, you should also know that I have no choice but to kill you. What you pursue is a state of selflessness, but you The fact that he saved my life weighs on me all the time, making me think that I am who I am, so why don’t I have a self?”
An Zheng hummed: "Live."
An Zheng's answer was still simple: "When you arrive in the Yan Kingdom, there will be people like you in the Yan Kingdom. But I won't bully you... I will kill you. Maybe God allowed me to live twice because what I did was good. not enough."