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According to the Shen family's family tradition, "Broken Wind Jue" is an evil skill that cultivates ruthlessness and ruthlessness, and all creatures in the world should be slaughtered.
The process of cultivation was extremely dangerous. Shen Cheng cut away all worldly matters and eliminated distracting thoughts. He had no resentment, no hatred, no sadness and no joy. Only then did he achieve the ten greatest achievements and look down upon the common people.
Lu Shenxing carefully filtered the words of the system in his mind twice, and just called it ruthless swordsmanship and ruthless swordsmanship, and pretended to call it Po Feng Jue, otherwise he wouldn't have understood it until now.
"Why didn't you tell me this at the beginning?" Lu Shenxing felt depressed. If he had known earlier, he would not have wasted his time anyway.
As if knowing what Lu Shenxing was thinking, the system's voice sounded, "Ding, Mr. Lu, you chose the mission world yourself. It has been recorded and archived and cannot be deleted."
The implication is that even if you choose a piece of Xiang, you should hold your nose and eat it.
These are the rules of the game.
Inexplicably feeling that he had been cheated, Lu Shenxing's thoughts were confused. He raised his head and asked Uncle Hua, "How can I forget my love and abandon my love?"
Uncle Hua stroked his beard and said, "Floating dust beads."
He added, "There are only two pills in the world. As far as I know, one was given to Princess Changyue by the emperor many years ago, and the remaining one is in the hands of the abbot of Taihe Temple."
Youlong Castle has the most sophisticated intelligence network in the world. Lu Shenxing called the head of Chifeng Hall who was in charge of the matter, and soon learned all the trends related to Taihe Temple.
Just two days ago, the host died unexpectedly, and the floating dust bead disappeared.
It is common for people to die these days, but it is unusual for them to happen at this juncture.
The atmosphere in the hall was heavy. Lu Shenxing was leaning on the back of his chair. His profile was stiff and cold, and his body exuded a dark aura. A sense of frustration arose spontaneously and gathered in his heart.
"I remembered something from a long time ago." Uncle Hua took a sip of tea, "When I was young, I was playful and eavesdropped on the conversation between the master and several uncles, and I heard about a person, Shen Liu."
"Later, when I went out to travel, I got to know the young master of Qiyi Pavilion who knew everything about the world. I learned from him that Shen Liu was originally the best killer in the world. He was aloof and cold-blooded. There were many dead souls under his sword. One day, someone When he was found dead by the river, his internal strength was completely gone and he was a useless person. Everyone in the world thought it was a vendetta."
"As soon as he died, those people had revenge, complaints, and vented their anger and humiliation on his corpse." Hua Bo paused for a moment before saying, "I used to be confused about who could defeat him. Now that I think about it, how can I put him in this position?" It is worldly things and himself that die.”
The words that came to his lips, "You can't save him if you lose all your martial arts skills," were swallowed back, and Lu Shenxing fell silent.
Even if one's martial arts skills are abolished, one's survival depends on the fate.
From top to bottom, this Youlong Fort looks like grasshoppers on a rope, sharing weal and woe, but the loyalty of most of the people is predicated on the unrivaled skills of Shen Cheng.
Shen Cheng had killed too many people. If he became a cripple, there would be countless people rushing to drink his blood, eat his flesh, and gnaw on his bones.
"Will the meridians really burst when the martial arts is abolished?" Lu Shenxing still asked.
"There is no escape." Hua Bo sighed, "Eleven, please come back to the valley with me. The valley owner and Ningxiang miss you very much."
"No." Lu Shenxing waved his hand and declined the kindness. Now he can't go anywhere and can only stay here. He has been busy for more than three years, but in the end it was all in vain.
Uncle Hua spent some time talking, and seeing that Lu Shenxing had made up his mind, he shook his head and let it go.
The dark clouds are rolling, and the rain curtain is tilting
Lu Shenxing squatted under the eaves, and the violent storm rushed towards him unceremoniously. He wiped the rain on his face, feeling that he was just like the cups on the table.
Before the mission was completed, the target was about to die. It seemed that all his good luck had been snatched away by the dog.
Somehow, Lu Shenxing's third aunt's face appeared in Lu Shenxing's mind. The third aunt's purpose in harming him was for Shen Cheng. So Shen Cheng sealed her mouth because he wanted to keep something a secret...
Lu Shenxing stood up suddenly, his eyes were horrifying, and a warm body pressed against his back. He pressed his hands on his waist and asked sternly, "You know?"
Shen Cheng understood the meaningless sentence. He nodded calmly and said, "Life and death are destiny, don't force it."
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there was a crisp sound on the bluestone road. Lu Shenxing still listened to every word in his ears, and his expression turned extremely ugly.
"There are too many temptations and too many sorrows in the world." Shen Cheng's eyes flashed with tenderness, "Don't be afraid, I won't leave you alone."
Hold! This word filled Lu Shenxing's mind, and he knew Shen Cheng was serious.
"222, I give up this volume."
"Ding, we are still 5% short of the mission. Are you sure, Mr. Lu?"
"forget it."
The corners of Lu Shenxing's lips curled up very quickly. It was only so close, so he might as well take a gamble.
What is that five percent? Lu Shenxing turned around while thinking. The injury on his forehead was exposed under Shen Cheng's eyes. When he realized what he was doing, the person in front of him already had a painful expression.
Lu Shenxing immediately used the method of appeasing his family and patted Shen Cheng's head over and over again.
"Go put on shoes, change clothes, wash up, and eat."
The slanting rain penetrated the white inner clothes. Shen Cheng did not move, his eyes were red.
Lu Shenxing took Shen Cheng back to the house, but those thoughts did not disappear with the chill.
After people died one after another, there was no one else in the Cuizhu Garden except Lu Shenxing and Shen Cheng. The traces of Uncle Hua's visit were still there, and Shen Cheng noticed it, and he said nothing with a gloomy face.
Lu Shenxing took off his wet clothes, and Shen Cheng went over to use a comb to comb his hair.
"Another floating dust bead is in your hand." Lu Shenxing said coldly, his tone affirmative.
"Destroyed." The comb made a very soft sound from top to bottom. Shen Cheng's eyes turned cold, "There is no more dust in the world."
Lu Shenxing's lips trembled, and he made a sarcastic arc, "If you don't want to live, don't drag me with you!"
His lips came close to the cheek of the person in his arms, and he crushed it hard. Shen Cheng lowered his eyelids, and the dark color surged. He hated and even feared the boring days, so he would rather destroy the floating dust beads with his own hands and choose death than give up. The warmth now.
His life and death are decided by him, and no one can take away his memory.
Lu Shenxing stepped away. His scalp hurt. He changed his clothes and went to the kitchen to get food.
Shen Cheng, who stayed in place, took off a few hair strands from the teeth of the comb, arranged them in the palm of his hand, and put them away.
At night, Lu Shenxing reached out to touch his side in a daze, but missed. He woke up immediately, and when he turned his head, he was startled by the black shadow in front of the bed.
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"Why don't you sleep?"
Shen Cheng brought the plate in his hand over and said without a hint of sleepiness in his voice, "Osmanthus sugar cake."
Quickly getting up, Lu Shenxing fumbled to light the lamp. The room became brighter, and Shen Cheng's pale face and blood all over his body came into his sight.
Shen Cheng pursed his lips and said, "Chicken blood."
"...Did the chicken offend you?" Lu Shenxing paused in his inspection.
Shen Cheng pinched a piece and handed it to Lu Shenxing's mouth, and said with an indifferent expression, "Noisy."
His nose was full of fishy smell, so Lu Shenxing opened his mouth to eat it. He was not surprised. If he continued like this, let alone the chicken, even people would be splattered with blood.
The plate was empty and Lu Shenxing was full. Shen Cheng's lips curled up with satisfaction.
After falling back to sleep, Shen Cheng rested his head on Lu Shenxing's shoulder and murmured affectionately, "Ji Ji..."
Lu Shenxing irritably lifted the quilt and wrapped it around Shen Cheng, "It was woken up by you. You can play with it."
It was already late autumn in the blink of an eye, and Shen Cheng no longer went out, and often stayed by Lu Shenxing's side, like an insecure cub.
Lu Shenxing was no longer anxious and calmed down.
If he wants to change Shen Cheng's fate, the other party cannot be neither sad nor happy, which is very contradictory in itself.
The only way to avoid it is to become a walking zombie, but Shen Cheng has already had enough of that kind of life.
So even if there is a floating dust pearl, Shen Cheng forgets his feelings and abandons his love, and everything returns to the original point, he will still be buried in the sea of fire.
Either way, it's death. This is an impossible task.
Then just wait for death. Lu Shenxing crossed his legs and looked at the sunset. Shen Cheng was looking at him. Dusk was approaching.