"I'm not willing to give in! I want to get back what is supposed to be mine! The Blood Knife Sect that I created with my own hands cannot be handed over to these three wolf-hearted things!"
Ouyang Feng clenched his fists tightly.
The resentment and unwillingness in his eyes were revealed on the surface, his arms were shaking, and he couldn't control his emotions.
Chen Changsheng asked: "What happens after you take revenge? What happens after that? What if you encounter greater trouble?"
Ouyang Feng paused and lowered his head.
Chen Changsheng said: "Chen can also understand why you, as a Jianghu person, are so unwilling to make such a choice."
"It's just something like this..."
"I'm sorry that Chen is really helpless."
Chen Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief and said: "At least there is no such reason for Chen."
Ouyang Feng was silent. He was a little desperate. He reached out and grabbed his hair, forcing himself to calm down.
"I have no way out."
Chen Changsheng said: "Why should I help you? Waiting for you to make a comeback before committing murder? Wouldn't that mean you are helping the evil tyrants?"
Ouyang Feng said: "How can you help me, sir? I am willing to be a bull or a horse. I just ask you to help me this time. No matter what, I will take revenge!"
"Are you so persistent?"
Chen Changsheng sighed.
In his opinion, even if he helped, it might not do much.
The world of the world is a series of causes and effects, and there is so much blood on his hands. If he talks about starting over, can he really start over?
Obviously not, some things are indelible.
"Had to go."
Ouyang Feng said: "It's a fight to the death. They won't let me go. They will find me one day."
Chen Changsheng sighed and said, "Chen can help you this time."
Ouyang Feng raised his head, his eyes shining.
Chen Changsheng continued: "But there are conditions."
"Chen only has one copper coin. Whether you can survive or not is your business. If you can't survive, it has nothing to do with Chen."
"But if you survive, you have to promise Chen that you will not do what you did in the past, and as many people as you killed in the past, you will have to save as many people in the future, as many evil deeds as you will do in the future, and as many good deeds as you will do, and no one will be missing. "
Ouyang Feng was stunned, "What if an enemy comes to visit?"
"That's the grudge you should resolve."
After a brief silence.
Chen Changsheng said: "If it doesn't work, then please come back."
Ouyang Feng sat in the courtyard, hesitant.
After a long time, he sighed and made his decision.
Ouyang Feng stood up and took out a martial arts book from his arms.
He placed the book on the stone table, along with a ring finger.
"Many things started from this "Nine Yin Gong". I hope you will accept this book and prevent it from falling into the hands of thieves. If you find it troublesome, just destroy it."
"...I've caused you a lot of interruptions today. Please take my leave, sir."
He stepped out of the courtyard gate without looking back.
Lihua, who was lying on the table, was stunned for a moment, and asked in confusion after the man left.
"He doesn't want to live anymore?" Lihua asked.
Chen Changsheng nodded and said, "That's right."
Lihua asked: "Why? Isn't it good to be alive?"
Chen Changsheng explained: "It is difficult for a person who is trapped in the world to turn back. He would rather die standing than give up."
Li Hua looked at it and shook his head.
"not understand."
It doesn't quite understand why some people would rather die than accept such a way of life.
Would it be better to be dead than alive?
Lihua asked again: "What is Jianghu?"
"Jianghu..."
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and said, "It's messy but orderly."
"ah?"
Li Hua couldn't help but feel a little confused.
It simply doesn't understand what it means to be messy and orderly.
Chen Changsheng touched it and said, "Just don't worry about it."
"oh."
Lihua said and didn't ask any more questions.
Chen Changsheng looked at the wrenches on the table, and he couldn't help but shake his head.
If we talk about it, if "Nine Yin Gong" falls into the hands of others, won't it lead to murder?
But no matter how you say it, it is inseparable from him, Chen Changsheng.
This is cause and effect in the human world.
The moment he saw Ouyang Feng, Chen Changsheng vaguely noticed that there were a few strands of karma coming towards him. This was what he should bear, and he accepted it happily.
"When practicing in this mortal world, there will always be times when things go wrong."
Chen Changsheng sighed. In the final analysis, he was a man of incompetence, and there was nothing to be excused for.
………
That night.
The drama of "Meeting Qin Sanlang at Night" was once again played out in that unseemly hook bar.
There were a few more pairs of cold and ruthless eyes among the spectators in the audience.
When Ouyang Feng, who played the role of the warrior Qin Sanlang, stood on the stage, he keenly noticed the difference in the audience.
He also realized that he had no escape.
Ouyang Feng was unwilling to accept the conditions stated by Chen Changsheng.
Instead of doing this from now on, it's better to just let it go.
He is unwilling to do good deeds and accumulate merit like a monk in the future, not because he thinks it is bad to do good deeds, but because he feels that he cannot do such a thing. He would rather be happy with grudges than be bound here.
He should be free.
Either die now or die later.
Since he is in the world and has done evil things, how can he have a good ending?
The moment the warrior came on stage, several people in the audience reached out and touched their arms, where the hidden sword was also.
According to the original script, Qin Sanlang was supposed to be intimate with the woman on the stage, but he never thought that things would change today.
"Whoaaah!"
Qin Sanlang shouted loudly, his eyes full of anger.
"I would rather die! Walk around the world!"
"Take my sword! Kill these idiots!"
As the words fell, Qin Sanlang on the stage pulled out a bright long knife from under the table.
The spectators in the audience were a little puzzled and their eyes were blank.
But suddenly a voice was heard.
"Do it!"
More than ten people in the audience suddenly stood up and drew their swords from under the table in their sleeves.
"kill!"
The Goulan suddenly became chaotic.
A sharp scream rang out, and the onlookers in the venue were horrified and rushed to escape. The woman singing on the stage was so frightened that her legs were paralyzed and she dared not move.
There was a chaos in the hook fence, and the sound of swords clashing could be heard sporadically.
"call……"
Several candles were cut down and fell on the curtain, and a fire suddenly ignited.
People rushed to escape from this place.
Qin Sanlang was on the stage surrounded by more than ten people. The paint on his face was particularly dazzling under the light of the fire, highlighting the ferocity of the warrior.
Between the light and shadow of the sword, Qin Sanlang's body was injured countless times, and blood flowed out uncontrollably.
His eyes began to wander and his steps became frivolous.
In such an unorthodox stage.
Qin Sanlang truly acted as a warrior, and in this way he ended the world he had encountered in his life.
"Ah……"
When he was about to die, he left no words.
Just a chuckle to explain this life.
