Mental torture is often more difficult to accept than physical pain, and many people end up overwhelmed, depressed, schizophrenic, and manic because they can't bear the blow, or because they have been depressed for a long time......

Lin Qinghuan felt that all kinds of hormones in his body were secreting frantically, whether it was mental or physical, he was hovering on the verge of collapse, and the cool breeze sent him in again and again, and pulled him back again and again.

"The gods are not condensed, the mind is uncertain, and the will is not strong, even if you are given the most subtle internal strength method, supplemented by a panacea, it will only be a third-rate product at most!" The cool breeze mocked unceremoniously, still falling into Lin Qinghuan's heart lake like a boulder.

When Lin Qinghuan went to school, he also thought that he was strong-willed, and for the entrustment of the two generations, Lin Qinghuan had a very clear goal, to be self-reliant, to glorify the lintel.

When you come to this world, you lose all motivation, and all your actions are just the instinct to survive and avoid death.

In the past, Lin Qinghuan sometimes thought that when he completed his grandfather's entrustment, he would be alone, and he would have no worries, so he would have to think about it for himself and chase his own life, but what is his dream, I don't know, what kind of life I should have, I still don't know.

I think that I have experienced life and death and seen through life and death, but in fact I am not going with the flow, but I am no longer obsessed with death. Lin Qinghuan's current plan is to be at peace with the situation and become a murder weapon, without violating morality, to complete the task as much as possible in order to save his life, and the rest will be planned later.

Lin Qinghuan's joys, sorrows, and joys are all in the palm of the cool breeze.

"Yo, after being tortured for so long, I finally found something decent, which can actually carry my six successes, and I haven't reached the verge of collapse yet, I guess, what can make you give up your life, but also forcibly lift the spirit to protect it, it won't be a little lady of any family." In Lin Qinghuan's heart, the voice and tone of the cool breeze have been changing, sometimes like a warm spring breeze, sometimes like a midsummer thunder, sometimes like a god in the sky, sometimes like an abyss ghost, falling on Lin Qinghuan's heart lake, rippling constantly.

There was a glimmer of light in my heart, in the lonely darkness, infinitely magnified, and the cool breeze seemed to have discovered a new continent, grasping this glimmer of light, staying for a long time, and refusing to leave.

Oppression, covering, imprisonment, the cool breeze fought with this trace of light, trying to extinguish it, Lin Qinghuan seemed to have found the trick to protect this trace of clarity in his heart.

The cool breeze gradually clenched his palm, and Lin Qinghuan was wrapped in it, both physically and mentally, and was greatly squeezed. In the end, all the aura that Lin Qinghuan had accumulated over the past few months was pressed into the dantian, and bang, a pool of clear water wrapped around Lin Qinghuan exploded.

The moment Lin Qinghuan fell, Liang Feng's fingers flicked and hit several acupuncture points of Lin Qinghuan.

Lin Qinghuan got up from the medicine pool in embarrassment, as if he was in another world.

Liang Feng stood up and opened his eyes, Lin Qinghuan looked at each other, and was so frightened that he hurriedly turned his head.

Two eyes, breathtaking!

"Am I so scary?" The cool breeze tore away the veil that was accidentally affected by Lin Qinghuan's "explosion" and the pond fish, pulled the somewhat messy green silk behind his ear, and said softly.

Lin Qinghuan glanced at it, and hurriedly turned his head, looking a little scary.

The sound of the cool breeze returned to its coolness, which was its original timbre.

"Okay!" is a comment.

Liang Feng moved his muscles and bones, continued to sit down, and said: "Mourning is greater than heart death, infinitely close to heart death, in order to truly understand life and death, why to live, and why to die." The fungus does not know the obscurity, and the cockroach does not know the spring and autumn, how can it be? In ancient times, there was a big tsubaki, 8,000 years for spring, and 8,000 years for autumn, how should life be in the world for a hundred years, and people are in a hurry, and I am leisurely, so what should I do?

Liang Feng sat on the stage and slapped Lin Qinghuan, and Lin Qinghuan's wet clothes splashed countless droplets.

"I see that you have a trace of sword intent in your heart, and in the end, it is also relied on to concentrate and gather energy, break my mind control technique, this is the foundation of your gathering qi, and it is also your way, if you practice other internal strength in the future, you must not abandon the source and seek innovation, otherwise you will trigger the heart demon, and the body will die, after all, the law of others is the law of others, and the killing power is no matter how high the fighting power is, in your hands, you may not be able to play one or two, the stone of other mountains can attack the jade, the concentration of energy can be referenced and examined, the sword qi is considerable, the swordsmanship can be learned, and the sword intent cannot be imitated!" Liang Feng's words at this time surprised Lin Qinghuan, is this to teach himself internal skills?

Lin Qinghuan didn't answer, and when he was concentrating, he was hit by a cool breeze and fell into the medicine pool again.

"The heart, the root of man, God, the foundation of man, the heart is set to God, God is born, and the mind is born, and the spirit is gathered, the aura travels to the limbs, tempers the body, and kills people with a sword!"

"The rivers and lakes have never lacked swords and swords, life and death, or chasing fame and fortune, or acting chivalrous and righteous, or taking revenge, or seeking survival and self-preservation, or protecting others...... The sword has a double edge, it can kill people and save people, why the sword is used, and to whom, do you know?"

Lin Qinghuan climbed out of the medicine pool and meditated on the other side, without speaking, the sword intent at the time of luck was the answer.

Liang Feng crossed his hands, put them on his left and right knees, and continued: "A swordsman, as soon as he is lucky, reveals the uniqueness of his sword intent, which is tantamount to directly selling a flaw to the opponent, a fatal flaw, if you don't have absolute strength, it is simply self-defeating." ”

The cool breeze slapped a palm, and with a gentle palm, Lin Qinghuan spit out a mouthful of blood.