On the highway near dusk, Gu Jianlin sat by the fence and looked at the sunset in the distance.
This highway was so empty, just like his desolate heart. After a long time, a car roared past him, and the broken hair on his forehead was lifted by the wind, revealing his clear black and white eyes.
The dim twilight was reflected in his eyes, like a sparkling sea.
So this is ah.
Gu Jianlin smiled silently.
He knew that many people's impressions of themselves were indifferent, paralyzed, and the like.
But he himself knew how sensitive and delicate he was as a child.
Gu Jianlin's happiest time was before he was six years old. At that time, the relationship between his parents was still very harmonious, and they would take him to swim in the beach on weekends. Although he once saw someone urinating in the sea, he never did it again. I have never been in the water, but it is still very interesting to watch my parents splashing in the water.
At that time, their family of three was sitting on the beach, enjoying the sea breeze and basking in the sun.
All worries seem to be taken away by the sound of the tide.
Later, my father became busier and busier, and my mother complained more and more.
Most of the time, he spent time alone in an empty room, watching the time pass.
Occasionally, I look forward to the sound of the key turning until I fall asleep.
Later, when it rained heavily that day at the Civil Affairs Bureau, the former husband and wife parted ways.
Gu Jianlin didn't cry or make trouble, because he knew that such a day would come.
Later, he was always alone, not interacting with anyone, and his only entertainment was surfing the Internet.
When I go out for exercise, I just ride a bicycle, staring at the pedals and rushing into the wind in the dark night.
I don’t know where I’m going, I just run towards an unknown distance, the farther the better.
Few people know that he is still four months old, but he has never been to a movie theater or KTV because no one took him there, and he himself didn’t want to go.
But looking back now, maybe his life was not what he imagined.
At least, my mother still cared about him after the divorce.
The text messages on my phone every day, the woman waiting for me at the school gate after school.
Mom likes to attend his parent-teacher meetings the most because his grades are very good.
As a parent, Beier has face.
And in the places he couldn't see, in the corners shrouded in shadows.
Dad was always looking at him from a distance, maybe with a smile on his face, but he never came close.
While he was playing games at home.
While he was riding along the coastline.
When he was alone in the heavy rain.
The man was watching from a distance, watching his son grow up day by day.
Then turned around and walked into the darkness to fight against fate.
Even if you are over 40 years old, you will feel lonely, right?
Before Gu Jianlin entered the extraordinary world, when he thought of his father, he complained more.
And now, if he could meet again, he would say sorry.
One more thing...thank you.
"The ancestor of the ghost car, isn't it amazing?"
Gu Jianlin gently tightened his palms, looked at the sky, and said softly: "You are just...the ancestor."
He closed his eyes, and his breath seemed to blend into the world, conforming to the laws of nature.
The depleted spirit is like a dead tree blooming with spring.
Deep in his consciousness, there seemed to be the sound of a raging tide, as if it was about to set off a huge wave.
The sacrificial boy in his mind opened his eyes.
The black unicorn in the depths of darkness suddenly raised the golden vertical boy.
The dry spirituality spreads like a tide, nourishing the dry earth.
Under the dim sunset, the lonely shadow was lengthened by the setting sun and spread to the toll station behind.
The shops at the toll station were replaced by grocery stores. The old man was still lying on the wooden chair, basking in the sun and breathing long.
"No wonder you asked me to take him to see these. It turned out that I wanted him to take this opportunity to experience breathing techniques."
Jing Ci put his hands in his pockets and looked at the boy's back: "At his age, life has just begun, so it's normal to not be able to calm down. Therefore, sadness is the best help, making him completely forget himself."
Huaiyin lay on the wooden chair without raising his eyes: "Educating different people requires different methods."
Jing Ci suddenly said: "For a person as conceited as him, will this kind of blow be too big? Gu Cian could have survived, but he died because of him. How much will he have to bear from now on?"
Huaiyin was not worried at all, and just said calmly: "Whatever can't crush him makes him strong."
Jing Ci looked at the young man's back: "Shall I ask?"
Huaiyin hummed.
Jing Ci walked behind the young man and asked with a smile: "How do you feel? Now you have initially mastered the rhythm of the breathing technique. It is much faster than I did back then, and is almost the same as the teacher."
He said with profound meaning: "The greatest function of breathing is spirituality. This is related to an ancient secret, that is why the ancient gods migrated to the earth, and why they wanted to transform the earth into a The environment of the ancient gods. In addition to the breath of the ancient gods required for the transformation of the ancient gods...spirituality is the key."
Gu Jianlin closed his eyes and felt the mysterious rhythm of his breathing, as if the sky and the earth were pulsating with his breath. He felt the vitality of all things, and seemed to be integrating into nature at any time.
"The reason why natural disasters like Teacher, who are named kings, can fight against the ancient gods in the real world, and even compete with them in the ancient god world, is the biggest reliance on breathing skills."
Jing Ci smiled and said: "The status of the breathing technique among humans is just like the status of the ancient divine words among the ancient gods. The natural disasters use the breathing technique to fight against the ancient divine words. This is a unique instinct that can feel the breath. People with rhythm can naturally integrate into nature. What you can’t feel is just ordinary breathing.”
"For those who are less talented, it may take ten years to enter samadhi after initially feeling the rhythm. And the vast majority of people take one year to realize it. For geniuses, it takes three months."
He smiled and said: "I am twenty days old, and the teacher is fifteen days old."
Gu Jianlin's breath was long and deep, and his breath seemed to blend into the wind, flowing between heaven and earth.
"You can probably feel how long it will take."
Jing Ci suddenly asked: "How is it? How long will it take?"
Gu Jianlin took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and said calmly: "Ten..."
Jing Ci was quite surprised and narrowed his eyes: "Ten days?"
Gu Jianlin continued: "Nine, eight, seven..."
Jing Ci was stunned, and for the first time, an absurd look appeared in his eyes.
"six."
"five."
"Four."
Gu Jianlin sat motionless on the fence. At this moment, the sun sank into the horizon and darkness filled the air like a tide.
A strong wind suddenly blew on the highway, and countless leaves rustled.
Flying sand and flying rocks.
Jing Ci took half a step back and took a deep look at the young man.
Huaiyin suddenly opened his eyes, straightened his back silently, and a strange light flashed in his weathered eyes.
"three."
"two."
"one."
As Gu Jianlin spoke every word, the roar of a huge storm seemed to resound in his mind.
The sound of the tide is overwhelming, and the waves hit the sky.
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There is an extremely luxurious independent villa area on Yanshan Road, right next to the rocky coastline. The waves wash over the golden beach, vaguely reflecting the last rays of the sunset.
It also seemed like the last trace of dignity of the Yan family.
Fengcheng is a first-tier city, and housing prices are not as outrageous as those in the capital or the Magic City. However, since the Qilin Immortal Palace came to reality, the prices of these villas near the sea have begun to skyrocket.
Although on ordinary rental and sales platforms, prices seem to have not changed.
But in fact, the houses here can no longer be bought with money.
Because the closer you are to the fairy palace, the more likely you are to become awakened, transcend the world, and become an ascendant.
Five years ago, the Yan family bought six villas in this area from the association for a price of 200 million and a large amount of extraordinary resources. The purpose was to cultivate the descendants of their family and increase their power.
In the past few years, the Yan family has been at its peak, with a steady stream of visitors almost every day.
Now there are only a few fallen leaves withered, and it is deserted and lonely in the dim twilight.
Snapped.
A loud slap.
The still-charming woman was beaten onto the delicate and soft sofa, and half of her face quickly became red and swollen.
She cried with anger and shouted: "Hit me! Okay, Yan Wu! How dare you domestically abuse me! I was really blind before marrying into your Yan family! You ungrateful man! Go to hell!" Bar!"
"Shut up!"
Yan Wu's eyes were red, like a crazed bull, and he shouted angrily: "Should I hit you? It's you I'm beating! It's better to beat you than to die! Tell me what you did? Huh? You actually sent someone Are you crazy to spy on Gu Cian's son? Do you know who is behind him? I'm saving your life!"
But Mrs. Yan didn't appreciate it at all and yelled: "You loser, you can't even save your son. My two precious sons are dead! My niece Ziqing was also contaminated! You are just watching from the side, you can't do anything." Don’t do it! You are also a fifth-level realm king after all, tell me what’s your use?”
Snapped!
Another slap.
The left half of Mrs. Yan's face also became red and swollen.
"I'm a waste? You still have the nerve to call me a waste? You stupid woman! Go to hell!"
Yan Wu said angrily: "Come on, I won't stop you! You go ahead. You are a fourth-level Heavenly Master anyway. If you have the ability, go find Gu Cian's son to take revenge. I'll see how you die! Then he Damn it’s the Blue King! The Blue King! That’s a natural disaster! In the winter of 1899, the two brothers, the Blue King and the Red King, almost destroyed the association! This is a natural disaster!”
"Do you know what this concept is? You are the good-for-nothing dad you show off to me every day, and you are not even worthy of holding a shoe in front of others! Not to mention the Blue King, do you know who his great disciple is?"
He almost growled and said: "That Jing Ci, codenamed Devil, is the descendant of the ancient ancestors! Fifteen hundred years ago, a group of Vikings migrated to China and were killed by a group of ancient ancestors at that time. Slavery. At that time, a freak was born, and he awakened as soon as he was born. Even the people at the time regarded him as a monster! He was sealed for more than a thousand years before he was released. From the moment he opened his eyes, He's a killing machine."
"——Looking at his sanctimonious and gentle appearance, don't you think he is very kind and easy to talk to? Let me tell you, the heart he took out would probably not be able to circle half of Fengcheng!"
Yan Wu's voice trembled at the last sentence.
Mrs. Yan was stunned.
"Go ahead and take revenge, I won't stop you!"
Yan Wu pointed at his wife angrily: "You said I was a waste, so why did you come? Did you ask that father of yours to come? Do you think I don't want to avenge Yan Ye and Yan Feng? Do you think I don't?"
"Look at what the Yan family has become now. Our house is about to be repossessed. No one wants to associate with us. We have been kicked out of the association's extraordinary system! This is not bad, Chen Bojun hasn't come yet You are looking for me to settle the score! Now I am begging grandpa and grandma everywhere, but no one wants to pay attention to me! "
He roared angrily: "When you are prosperous, everyone comes to fawn over you. When you are down, others look at you like a piece of shit! Do you still think you are Mrs. Yan? You are not even a piece of shit." !”
Mrs. Yan's expression froze.
"I'm telling you, the Yan family is almost finished now. It will soon turn into a wild family of Ascended Ones. Even our driver has resigned. Are you still yelling here? What's the use?"
Yan Wu scolded him with a cold face: "I'm warning you, don't do those little tricks behind your back. I remember my son's hatred, but the top priority now is to protect the Yan family! Take back all your natal family members. Go! This is not how you seek death!"
After saying that, he shook his hands angrily and turned to leave.
On the sofa, Mrs. Yan's eyes were red, and her hands holding the phone were trembling.
His expression became distorted inch by inch, becoming more and more ferocious.
"But, that's my son, my son is dead, my son is dead..."
She murmured to herself: "My son is so noble, why are those unclean people still alive? This is not fair, this is not fair, I want revenge. I don't care, I must take revenge."
Mrs. Yan seemed to have made up her mind. She opened WeChat and started looking through her best friend's chat history.
Although they claim to be the nobility of Fengcheng, they still have a lot of entertainment in private. For example, when they occasionally went to the male public relations club together, they once met a well-connected person who was involved in the black market.
That person is said to be related to a group of fallen people, and he also knows a very powerful killer.
I heard that the killer has been active since half a year ago and has never failed even once.
Mrs. Yan will not listen to her husband's nonsense.
A man's mouth is a liar.
She must avenge her son.
Whether it's paying a lot of money to ask a fallen person for help, or contacting her family's connections.
found it.
Mrs. Yan looked at the name in the chat history and licked her lips.
--Butcher.
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In the evening the lights were on in the grocery store.
Huaiyin sat at the table, stirring the pumpkin porridge with a spoon, silent.
"Teacher, what would you like to eat as a side dish?"
Jing Ci asked from the side.
Huaiyin raised a smile on her lips and said, "Ten seconds to fall into trance."
Jing Ci continued to ask: "I know you are in a good mood now. I am asking you what side dishes would you like to eat?"
Huaiyin smiled calmly and said, "Ten seconds to enter samadhi."
Jing Ci put his hand on his forehead and said, "Can you say anything else?"
Huaiyin continued: "Ten seconds to enter samadhi."
Jing Ci: "..."
"Jing Ci, go get the phone and look through the address book."
Huaiyin finally put down the spoon, feeling that the dinner was boring, and said indifferently: "Tonight I want to catch up with my old friends and show off. After so many years, it's finally time for me to vent my anger. This is the cycle of heaven and Feng Shui. Turn. None of those old guys can even think of running away."
Jing Ci knew that the teacher could no longer communicate, so he simply left it to him.
"That's right, teacher."
He suddenly said: "The people of the Yan family seem a bit dishonest."
Huaiyin waved his hand: "I'm in a good mood today, don't tell me such unlucky things. As for the Yan family, let the child vent his anger, just so he can practice in actual combat."
