He knew he was going to die!
Before he landed, many faces and words appeared in his mind.
Sister Hongxiang's smiling face emerged in his mind. She was so beautiful and incomparable.
"Sister Hongxiang, I am willing to be your queen!"
He now regrets not agreeing to Sister Hongxiang immediately.
Many years have passed, and when I look back, I realize what I missed?
At the most beautiful time, I missed the most beautiful promise in the world.
Lingling Chu's face then appeared.
Sometimes she gets angry and sometimes cries. She is actually very good. She is a bit silly and silly girl!
"I'm going to die. I couldn't go back three years ago. I hope you won't commit suicide, live a good life, and find someone to marry!"
Thinking of her, Wang Suizhen felt sweet and pitiful in his heart.
She won't. In three years, she will commit suicide. She will also come looking for me under the Nine Springs. Alas...
If you get a wife like this, what more can a husband ask for?
Somehow, Yuan Yuqing, that petite woman with a beautiful long neck, appeared in his mind again.
Last time she thought Wang Suizhen was dead and cried in front of his body for a long time.
"Hey, she won't cry if I die this time, right? She won't know that I'm dead this time. Most likely she thinks I'm a heartless person who talks big words but doesn't dare to go to Yanjing at all. I'm a coward. Little coward!"
Let her think what she wants, I'm going to die soon and I can't care about that much.
Then he thought of Wang Bo'an again. Wang Bo'an just came to take him to Chang Hao's house, but he encountered this kind of thing on the way. It was purely because he encountered his bad luck, and he was passively unlucky!
Thinking about it, I didn't meet him at Furongxuan that day, and I didn't become sworn brothers with different surnames. At this moment, I should be happily on the way to the Dragon Field with the child?
Brother Bo'an, it's me who has caused you trouble, and I'm sorry for you!
Wang Suizhen thought a lot, and the more he thought about it, the more he thought about it.
He thought for a long time, and then suddenly realized that something seemed wrong!
Because he never landed!
According to common sense, no matter how high a person flies, he will eventually fall to the ground without wings.
He only flew a few feet high. Logically speaking, he should have fallen to the ground long ago and died from excessive blood loss!
But he has thought about so many things for a long time, but he still hasn’t put them into practice yet!
Wang Suizhen turned to look at Wang Bo'an and saw Wang Bo'an standing there motionless with an annoyed look.
The river wind blew his robe swollen, ~~Eh?
He suddenly noticed something unusual around him.
It seems that even Jiang Feng has stopped? !
This is how the same thing?
Just when Wang Suizhen realized this, the world suddenly became static again and started to move!
But when you move, the world becomes weirder!
Because the world is not moving forward, but moving backward!
The arm cut off by the knife shadow automatically jumped back onto his shoulder, and all the red blood that rushed out of the wound and fell to the ground flowed back into the wound!
The arm was returned to his shoulder intact, the sword light moved back, and the sword light regrouped in Wang Suizhen's hand!
Time passes and we return to the moment before the swords and swords clashed!
The shadow of the sword continued to strike, and Wang Suizhen greeted it with the light of the sword in his hand!
Just before the two collided, a finger appeared very suddenly and gently pinched the invincible knife!
The shadow of the knife is a nihilistic thing, not a real thing. It stands to reason that it cannot be pinched by fingers.
But those fingers grasped the blade of nothingness in a real way!
It's as easy as holding a flower with your fingers.
It's like a child gently squeezing his favorite toy.
Wang Suizhen had seen the power of the sword shadow and knew that he was far from Bai Zhenyi's opponent, so he put the withered sword away and put it back to his chest.
He pinched the shadow of the long knife with his fingers, and then blew it gently.
"Shh!"
The shadow of the extremely powerful long sword was gently blown away like clouds and smoke!
Wang Suizhen looked around and saw that at some point, there was another person in front of him.
This man was dressed in white, with black hair tied up high with a bamboo hairpin. He was tall, a full head taller than himself.
Looking at this man's tall and straight figure, Wang Suizhen thought of his master Mochou for no reason.
Let me ask you, who in the world can take the sword energy of Bai Zhenyi, the best swordsman in the world, with two fingers so easily?
The answer is ready to come out.
Wang Suizhen fell to his knees on the ground, kowtowed three times respectfully, and shouted: "Master, my unworthy disciple Wang Suizhen kowtows to you!"
The man turned around and smiled slightly at Wang Suizhen.
Wang Suizhen looked up and saw that the man had an ancient face. He seemed to be a young man in his teens. If he looked carefully, he seemed to be a young man in his twenties. If he looked carefully, he seemed to be a young man in his twenties. A middle-aged and elderly man in his fifties.
The more he looked, the more confused he became. He wiped his eyes hard, and when he opened them again, he saw that the man was both real and illusory. He seemed to be standing there, but he seemed not to be there, he seemed to be standing in the fog, and he seemed to be there. Standing in the clouds, you are obviously very close, but yet you seem to be very far away.
The rules of this world seemed to change when they met him.
Wang Suizhen thought of the words of Master Mochou and Brother Chang Hao, and suddenly thought, Master, has he transcended the path of this world?
"Get serious."
Wang Suizhen did not stand up, but lowered his head and said: "Master, Master said before he died that he was ineffective and failed to live up to your expectations. If you want to beat or punish him, I will accept it! Master, don't blame Master. If you want to punish me, I will accept it." Just punish me."
The master looked up at the sky and was silent for a long time before saying: "The human body is rare, and the calamity of love is hard to overcome. I told him this when I taught Mochou the withered sword, but he was trapped by love and could not escape. Alas~~, you get up. , I hope you remember these eight words of mine and don’t be like your master!”
The master took a deep look at Wang Suizhen. His deep eyes seemed to be able to penetrate everything in the world and reach into the depths of people's hearts!
Although Wang Suizhen didn't raise his head, he still felt like a light on his back. The master's casual glance revealed all the thoughts in his heart.
Every little thought of his was clearly seen by his master.
To use a crude metaphor, it felt like being stripped naked and paraded through the streets.
It seems that no secret in my heart can be hidden from the master's eyes.
Mr. Gu, who had been silent for a long time, finally couldn't bear it anymore and gritted his teeth with a gloomy face: "Who are you?"
"I am Baimushan Mufengzhi. Mr. Gu has worked hard for half his life, and he has power, status, wealth, and fame. However, he has never had any children. Then he suddenly got a son, whom he loves like a treasure..."
Mu Fengzhi stared at Mr. Gu with bright eyes.
Mr. Gu's face was as dark as if it was going to snow. He gritted his teeth and looked at Mu Fengzhi without answering.
"What a pity~~~What a pity~~~~" Mu Fengzhi prolonged his tone and continued in a mocking tone: "It's a pity that this son named Gu Dexing is not your biological son, but your little one." Since the concubine got it from her affair with the monk in the temple, since he is just a cheap son and will die when he dies, why should Mr. Gu be so angry?"
Mr. Gu's face looked like pig liver, and his expression seemed to be constipated. After holding it in for a long time, he said with some difficulty: "This matter is extremely secretive. You...how did you know? That day...that day...could you have been there too?"
Mu Fengzhi laughed loudly: "Mr. Gu is joking, how can I be lucky enough to watch such a beautiful love story? As the saying goes, if you want others not to know, you have to do nothing yourself. There are gods three feet above your head, and there is no secret in the world. , everyone knows it, Mr. Gu thinks he did it cleverly, but no one knows it? Don’t you know that there are people outside the world, and there is a heaven outside the world? "
How can Mr. Gu believe this? Looking at Mu Fengzhi in confusion, he really couldn't figure out the origin of this Mu Fengzhi, a very capable but unknown person.
Mr. Gu secretly wondered: "Could he be an old master of the Bailan Sect? That's not right. The Bailan Sect and the Ghost Sword Sect were established almost at the same time. Judging from the methods of Mu Fengzhi, it seems that he is even more powerful than Old Eunuch Liu. How long ago, when did the Bailan Sect have such a figure?"
Mu Fengzhi's eyes could see through people's appearances and go straight to their hearts. He knew Mr. Gu's thoughts very well. He ignored what Mr. Gu was thinking and said to Wang Suizhen: "Suizhen, get up. Don't worry about it. It's him." It's not your fault. Everyone has their own way to go. You can't be punished for Mochou, and Mochou can't help you overcome the disaster! No matter when and where, people can only rely on themselves, and they can only rely on themselves. Only by relying on yourself can you achieve success, have you remembered?"
Wang Suizhen stood up and nodded vigorously, firmly remembering his master's teachings in his heart.
"Mr. Gu, the so-called revenge for my son is just a high-sounding excuse. You had an unexpected encounter in your early years and practiced this ghost-yin sword skill that harms Yin and morality. It has already damaged the Yang energy in your body, so you have no descendants, so you can take advantage of your son. Actually you don't care about being killed, but when you heard that my incompetent disciple Wang Suizhen is young and has great swordsmanship, you were afraid that he would become your formidable enemy in the future, so you wanted to kill him, am I right?"
When Mr. Gu was told his secret again, he couldn't help but become even more embarrassed, and shouted angrily: "Shut up, you lunatic. Do you really think I can't kill you?"
Mu Fengzhi looked at Mr. Gu with disdain: "You got a few scraps of relics from ancient ancestors, and you think you have a plan? You gave me a big hat of the best swordsman in the world, and you really think you are the best swordsman in the world?" One? Don’t you say, ‘With one knife, I will kill the immortal and destroy the Buddha’? Come on, come on, chop me with the knife and see if you can kill me?”
Mu Fengzhi clasped his hands behind his back and lazily looked like an outsider, more like a lazy man basking in the sun and picking lice in the village, turning a blind eye to Mr. Gu's growing aura.
Wang Suizhen had full confidence in his master and quietly watched Mr. Gu perform his duties.
I saw that Mr. Gu's body was like a pot boiling at this moment. Countless black gases were rising up into the air, bringing with it waves of raging tornadoes. Mr. Gu's hair was blown to the sky, and the sound of the wind was heard by the river. Trees were uprooted and broken, and rocks flew away.
But when all the visions came to Mu Fengzhi, they seemed to encounter a three-foot wall of air. The wind stood still when it encountered it, and the stone bowed its head when it encountered it.
