This magical spiritual treasure is called Mist Flower Satin.
Taken from the meaning of seeing flowers in the mist, it can cover up the appearance and aura. The flaws cannot be seen at all in the lower and third grades. If there is no insight-type magical power in the middle and third grades, it cannot be easily seen through.
It can be said that it solved Chen Kuang's urgent need.
He could almost expect that when he landed, there would be wanted warrants everywhere.
After all, this time he offended the Zhou Kingdom, the Three Tribulations Sect, the Xuan Shendao Sect plus a Martial Saint, four major forces at the same time.
The higher echelons of the secular court and practitioners must have received the relevant news at this moment.
If Chen Kuang walked out like that, I'm afraid he would have to go back to the prison in less than half a day.
Now that we have this magical spiritual treasure, we save a lot of effort.
As for Chu Wenruo's mother and daughter, he was not particularly worried.
With Qingcuo, a top agent who has been undercover for ten years without revealing any flaws, it will definitely be much easier than him to cover up his whereabouts.
Chen Kuang thought of this and took out a small wooden sign that Qingcuo had given him at that time.
This wooden sign is one inch square and very mini.
The word "正" is written on it.
At that time, Qingcuo told him that if he met someone claiming to be a "local official" on the road, he was one of his own and could seek help.
This shows that Huo Hengxuan, in addition to the visible force of the Huo Family Army, has also secretly cultivated a secret and unknown force.
If I want to contact and meet up, I'm afraid I'll have to use them later.
Chen Kuang put away the wooden sign, placed it and the relics on the small table, quickly changed his clothes, leaned sideways in the cabin, and sat on the mattress.
He had no intention of holding on any longer. Listening to the shallow sound of bamboo grass stirring the river surface outside, and the faint scent of sandalwood lingering on the tip of his nose, his eyelids finally began to tremble.
Only then did Chen Kuang realize that it had been nine days since he woke up from his time travel, almost without sleep.
On this boundless river of death, there are no enemies to bother you.
He was finally able to let down his guard and fall into sleep.
In the dream, it was the nightmare of my youth.
Around the time Chen Kuang entered junior high school, his poor family situation finally improved. Because his father started some small businesses and managed them well, the family demolished the old house and built a new one.
However, even though the house was built reasonably on one's own land, the villagers and neighbors reported it as illegal.
Without saying a word, the man who came directed the bulldozer to knock down the wall of his house.
At that time, my father was far away in a border town discussing business, and my mother tried to argue her case to no avail. Instead, she was ridiculed by the whistleblower and said she would live in poverty for the rest of her life and was destined not to live in a good house.
This woman who had been weak all her life suddenly became red-eyed and rushed to protect the wall where the cement was still wet.
There was a loud bang.
Chen Kuang, who had just returned home from school, witnessed his mother being crushed to death between the wall and the bulldozer.
Chen Kuang picked up a shovel and broke the heads of several onlookers, and was subsequently detained.
My father stayed up late for three days, took planes and buses one after another, was exhausted both physically and mentally, and finally died suddenly and quietly in a taxi.
When Chen Kuang came out of the detention center, he had no relatives and was expelled from school because of his criminal record.
His only and deepest memory was actually the dinner that day, which was tomato scrambled eggs.
Poverty and injustice were once Chen Kuang’s nightmare.
This is also the reason why he has such empathy with his original body that he doesn't mind the remaining knot in his heart.
"Fortunately...it's no longer the case."
Chen Kuang opened his eyes in a daze, took a long breath, turned over and sat up neatly, and threw away the emotions in his dream.
Before his death, he had killed his enemy's family - when they immigrated abroad and lived a comfortable life.
The nightmare that had been haunting him for more than ten years since he was young ended completely after he ate the tomato scrambled eggs made in front of the corpse of his enemy.
"Huh?"
Chen Kuang explored himself in surprise and found that after a comfortable sleep, he actually had another breakthrough.
The second acupoint has been opened.
Now he only has the last one left to try to reach the innate realm!
"Fetal Breathing Method" is always on C!
Chen Kuang only felt refreshed. At this speed, if he could survive for hundreds of years, it would not be impossible to directly break through the Saint.
It's a pity... there are always people who don't want him to live alone!
Chen Kuang was dressed neatly and opened the curtain of the cabin. It was still gloomy outside.
I don’t know how long the dead boat has been sailing on the river, but thin and dense raindrops started to fall from the sky.
The fog became thicker, and there was only a trace of illusory warmth from the lamp that illuminated the surroundings.
The fisherman in coir raincoat who was still standing at the bow of the boat saw him coming out and turned a fish eye under his bamboo hat.
"Did you sleep well?"
Chen Kuang smiled and said: "Not bad, thank you for the hospitality, senior brother."
Wen Si was still looking at him, his fish eyes were turning, and he seemed to be curious and said:
"There was something magical about this river before I came here. People who cross the river for the first time often dream of what they will look like when they die, as if they are crossing the underworld."
"So I feel connected to the river and gave it my name."
"Junior brother, did you dream about something?"
Chen Kuang was stunned, it turned out to be like this...
He asked how he could still dream about what happened at that time.
"It was a dream, but it wasn't the way I looked when I died."
Not what this body looked like when it died, but what it looked like when he died in his previous life.
Chen Kuang was thoughtful.
Doesn't that mean that maybe this body will not die?
Or is it simply impossible to foresee how he will die?
"Junior brother is indeed not an ordinary person."
Wendi muttered, and then said: "If you feel that there is something missing, just think about it in your heart, and it will naturally appear."
Chen Kuang raised his eyebrows. It seemed that Senior Brother's boat was also a rare treasure.
He thought for a moment and sat at the stern of the boat holding Long Guqin.
The music book had actually been lost a long time ago, but he remembered the contents clearly, but over the years, the original person had hardly touched it again.
Since he was framed after being in the limelight, the original person understood that these outstanding things were actually not suitable for him, so he almost sealed the music scores and only practiced secretly in private when his hands were itchy.
Chen Kuang took a deep breath and plucked the strings.
"Zheng——"
The sound of the piano floats on the river, and the lingering sound lingers.
Set the storm.
Chen Kuang closed his eyes and regained the familiar melody in his body, which also calmed his mind.
…
Two days later.
The big river is roaring, and the wind and rain are like darkness.
A small boat swayed left and right in the waves, and a blindfolded piano player in white sat at the stern. His long and slender fingers had distinct joints. His hand plucked the strings, and the melancholy piano music suddenly sounded.
"Zheng——"
On the river, the sound of the piano swayed.
In an instant, with the boat as the center, a strange ripple spread outwards, and an invisible force like a giant hand instantly smoothed the waves on the river.
Chen Kuang opened his eyes and left the mysterious realm with surprise in his eyes.
Done!
At this moment, a cheering sound suddenly came.
"Friendly Song!"
Chen Kuang raised his head and saw that the thick fog suddenly dissipated, and a tall ship appeared in front of him, with several practitioners standing on it, their eyes astonished.
Among them was a girl, wearing a goose-yellow dress, with black hair and fair skin, bright and pretty, staring at Chen Kuang's face with her dark eyes unblinking.
Chen Kuang was stunned for a moment, vaguely feeling that she looked familiar...
