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"I'm strong. Even though I have lost some of my memory, I know that I am strong. "After all, he spoke. He's always done what he wants, and he's never taken into account the feelings of others, and since he knows how to make Chang look good, there's no reason why he shouldn't.

As soon as these words came out, a complicated color crossed Changsheng's eyes. Jiang will never know that this kid is afraid that he will remember the death of impermanence again.

"You don't have to worry about bringing me to cost you your spirit coins, I'm not short of money. Jiang Jue continued, and there was no hesitation in his deep voice.

"Enough. No matter how good you are, you can't compare to that man. Changsheng directly interrupted the man's arrogant words, and he even wondered if the other party knew something, otherwise why would he poke at his pain points every word. But this person seems to have made one mistake, what he is afraid of is never being implicated, what he is afraid of is that he will implicate the other party.

Thinking of this, Changsheng simply turned sideways and pointed to the TV-like mirror hanging on the wall. The man looked in the direction Changsheng was pointing, and when he saw the picture playing in the mirror, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, because the mirror happened to be replaying the image of the general.

I saw the thunder in the mirror falling wantonly, and the smoke and dust gradually blurred my vision. And in the next second, a pair of deep and dark eyes pierced the smoke and dust that covered the sky and the sun, and it was so fiercely burned on everyone's hearts.

At that moment, all the viewers probably forgot the violent thunder, forgot the terrifying sound of the thunder, and the whole world was slowly fading, only those eyes told what eternity was.

The man's pupils are cold and desolate, tyrannical vicissitudes, and perhaps a little mockery and sadness. The world doesn't know what he's grieving about, but it knows what he's mocking, he's mocking the thousands of thunderbolts above his head!

Another thunderbolt fell, and the general who was struck by the thunder didn't even frown, he still looked like he couldn't raise the slightest interest. Xu was too bored, Xu was too sleepy, the man simply took the pitch-black long sword hanging from his waist into his arms, and then lay down on the ground and fell asleep!

Falling asleep in the midst of thunder, how arrogant and unbridled is this, and how romantic and chic?

This is the only image that the strongest person in the Three Thousand Worlds will ever circulate, and it is also the image that once made his admirers all over the Three Thousand Worlds.

Since then, he will never receive a large amount of spirit coins every day, but this man doesn't need any spirit coins. What he awakened was the Thunder Talent, and the Thunder contained the most violent Heaven and Earth Aura, and he only needed to endure the pain of being slashed and burned by it, and he could naturally improve his cultivation.

It is for this reason that you will never have to care about anyone at all, and you will not have to care about anything. The people of the Three Thousand Worlds worship him or hate him, it's a joke to him.

The image in the mirror is not over yet. As if he had suddenly thought of something before the man fell asleep, he glanced at the camera again with half-drooping eyes, a look of boredom wrapped between his brows.

I saw the man lazily open his thin lips and say in that low and hoarse voice, "Get out." ”

As soon as this word fell, there was no more picture in the mirror.

The general in the inn suddenly caught a glimpse of his image in the past, and his mood was quite delicate. This image was taken by a certain sect in the world that is not afraid of death, and the general will never have the patience to toss with them, but after waking up, a thunderbolt smashed the plaque hanging in the main hall of the sect.

After the split, his world was much quieter.

Changsheng was originally a random finger, but he didn't expect to be immersed in the image when he looked at it. Rao is he also has to admit that Jiang Jue is indeed very special, no wonder so many people have become fans of this man.

"I don't care about your strength or wealth...... "Changsheng retracted his distant thoughts and led the topic back to the man. He didn't care about everything the man said, and if he cared, he wouldn't have made a random wish to the general in the first place.

"If you are not afraid of death, follow me. I have only one request - no matter what I say, you don't tear me down. ”

"Yes. He replied lazily.

"Well, tomorrow I will join the sect, and you are ready to go with me. "Changsheng just doesn't want anyone to die because of him, if it wasn't for the impermanence that saved him, how could he be implicated for selling the piano.

But the person in front of him is not impermanent after all. They didn't know each other, and the other party tried their best to find death, and Changsheng didn't bother to care anymore.

"The sect only accepts people when the spring opens, you ......" Jiang Jue Yan glanced at Changsheng thoughtfully, although he never cared about any sect, but he still had this common sense.

If you want to enter the sect at this time, there are only two ways. Changsheng was either directly accepted as a disciple by the masters of the sect, or he went to take the "dusty road".

These three thousand worlds are too wide, and the major sects have a fixed number of disciples, so the pearls are covered with dust. In order not to leave out some geniuses, the "Dust Road" came into being. No matter when and where, as long as you have confidence in your talents, you can go to your favorite sect to break through. If someone can get the approval of most of the disciples of this sect within a day, they can enter the sect exceptionally.

However, nowadays, almost no one chooses to take the "dusty road", because it sounds simple, but it is actually too difficult. In this day of lack of spiritual energy, most sects in the Three Thousand Worlds use whether or not they can earn spirit coins as the criterion for recruiting disciples, so the way to measure whether someone is recognized by most of the disciples has also changed, and it has become to see how much reward he can get from the disciples of this sect.

Not to mention that people's hearts are unpredictable, few people can have the courage to face the entire sect alone. Those who dare to take the "dusty road" are not idle people.

The general stared at the person in front of him for a while, didn't Changsheng want to take the "dusty road"? At this moment, Changsheng actually returned him a faint smile, as if he was affirming his guess.

After Changsheng finished laughing, he looked down at his pale and slender hands, as if thinking about something.

He does plan to try the "dusting road". In the past, he was able to sweep the earth, but now he ...... He can also overthrow a sect.

"Which sect do you want to go to?"

Jiang Jue's gaze unconsciously stayed on Changsheng, and the smile on the corner of the other party's lips made his heart beat violently. Jiang Jue felt that something he had forgotten for a long time seemed to be gradually awakened, and he couldn't help but ask directly in a hoarse voice.

He had never seen that breathtaking sacrifice, so he had no doubts about whether Immortal would succeed. However, with Changsheng's current face, why should he take the risk of doing it? As long as he waited patiently for the beginning of spring next year, no sect in the Xiaoqian World would refuse his arrival.

This kid just didn't want to wait.

Shogun couldn't help but close his eyes, he thought he probably knew why. At the beginning of the tomb, he could see that Changsheng had pain in his heart, but he realized today that this son's heart hurt thousands of times more than he thought.

The eyes will be repaid, and the grievances will be repaid. Maybe this kid is not some eternal ice at all, but the fire that wants to burn the plains. He looks calm and self-controlled, but in his bones he is crazier than anyone else.

With a little bit of talent, it's not impossible for such a guy to turn the world upside down.

"Qiong Yuzong. Changsheng didn't know how moved he was, he read out three words softly, and his dark pupils were full of calm.

Qiong Yu Sect, one of the eight major sects of the small world, is also the sect where the Yuanying monk who killed the original owner and burned down the bookstore is located.

Changsheng has long been alone and has no scruples. In my memory, the enemy family didn't seem to have much impression of the original owner who couldn't see the face clearly, even if he really caught a glimpse of the original owner's face. This is another benefit of the "Dust Road", as long as you don't do it there first, the people of that sect will never be able to make a move against you.

This rule has existed since ancient times, and it can be regarded as the protection of young people in the cultivation realm. Although some sects always take it seriously, an incident that happened a hundred years ago woke them up fiercely. Since then, there are basically no people who dare to take the "dusty road", and those sects have also treated the few who came to try it as guests.

If the Yuanying Monk of the Qiong Yu Sect dared to openly violate this rule, he would have to bear the wrath of all the monks in the Three Thousand Worlds.

"Qiong Yuzong? When the general leaning against the door heard this, he ignored the turmoil in his heart, and he actually hooked his thin lips and laughed lowly, and there seemed to be a bit of drunkenness in that laughter.

The sect that is rich in agar and jade dew is the Qiongyu sect. His favorite thing in this life is wine, and Qiong Yuzong can be said to be the most suitable place in the small world.

I don't know if the wine is intoxicating, or the beauty is bewitching, and there will be a moment when I will even feel ...... This kid is also very much to his liking.

"You guy is afraid of cold and loneliness, and you were buried here after you died. ”

Standing for a long time, Changsheng finally said his first sentence.

Shi Wuchang was also abandoned at a young age, so there is no so-called ancestral grave, and the female shopkeeper Xu felt that the scenery here was good, so he buried him here.

"I'm actually quite sad that you're dead. When Changsheng said this, he did not look at the lonely tombstone of Shi Wuchang, but at the mountain full of snow, and the endless color of snow seemed to stain the air with a slight cool smell.

"I didn't think I would be sad, after all, this is not the first time I have experienced life and death. As a result, I found that no matter how many times I experienced this kind of thing, I would still be sad when I should be sad. ”

Changsheng gradually began to talk more and more. His face has always been pale, and the tone of his voice is also full of calm and self-controlled, but judging from the content of what he said, his heart is actually not as calm as his face.

"You said that you want to find someone who doesn't think you're ugly to marry in your life. The female shopkeeper really doesn't think you're ugly, but her temperament is too spicy, and the whole thing looks like she wants to rush up and fight the arsonist. ”

"But now she doesn't care about the arsonist, and after what I've done today, she probably hates me even more. I've been singing for so many years, and for the first time I know that I still have the talent to act. What's the matter, you don't blame me for not letting her come down to you sooner, do you?"

"Tsk...... What the hell am I talking about? It's so pretentious. ”

He never wanted to eavesdrop on other people's words of mourning, and he was going to go down to meet Changsheng and leave directly, which could be regarded as the end of the other party's "I want you" wild words. However, just as he was about to get up from the black dragon's back, Changsheng suddenly mentioned him.

I only heard Changsheng say to the tombstone: "Actually, on the way here, I kept thinking about why you died. In the end, I found out that maybe you didn't get a good name. ”

"Time is impermanent, the world is impermanent, isn't this the same as the general you worship, it sounds like a premature death? If you call it immortality like me, maybe you will live a hundred years. ”

It sounded like a joke, but there was a hint of pain in the mockery. It's the pain that can only attribute everything to fate, so that the general dispelled the idea of appearing immediately.

Let's not bother this kid's mourning. He didn't lack time, and when it was all over, it wasn't too late for him to reappear.

"Aren't you cowardly, if I finish singing that day's song at your grave, will you be frightened to life?"

"Aren't you curious, if I take off this mask at your grave, will you be shocked to life?"

"Time is impermanent, don't you want flowers, if I send a rain of flowers to your grave, will you be happy to come back to life?"

This rhetorical question is clearly self-deception, and it is rare for Jiang Jiang not to show an expression of boredom, because he himself has done this kind of self-deception.

Even if he is already an Immortal Emperor, when facing death, he is just as powerless after all.

Jiang Jue looked at Changsheng thoughtfully, and he suddenly became a little interested in Changsheng. He didn't expect that the guy who was not afraid of the sky and the earth would have such a time.

He was even a little curious, he was curious...... What is it like under the mask of immortality?

"Remember those spirit coins I owe you? I used them to buy this little jar of wine. It's a pity that you can't drink this wine today, so I have to turn it into a song and give it to you. ”

Changsheng glanced at the snow-covered ground, closed his eyes, and then put the qin in the box on his lap, and then he violently turned the wine jar upside down with his right hand, and the rushing wine actually flowed on the strings!

At this moment, the mask on Changsheng's face fell, and his face suddenly crashed into the general's eyes, causing the man's breathing to stagnate for a moment.

"Time is impermanent, I repeat, this song is called "Eternal Life". "How I wish you could live forever when I'm done.

The sound of the piano in the distance suddenly hovered on the top of the snow-capped mountain, and this time the sound of the piano seemed to be a little heavier than yesterday. As the "Complex Sound Formula" goes, the low and soft sound of the flute slowly seeps into the song, and the flowing wine slowly soaks under the capricious tombstone with the plucking of the strings, and even the air is filled with the lingering aroma of wine.

Jiang Jue's mind was no longer on the song, he stared at Changsheng's face in silence, and suddenly remembered the words that this kid said that he was too ugly. If this is considered ugly, how many good-looking ones are left in the Three Thousand Worlds?

Jiang Jue Zi carefully looked at Changsheng's face, and his brows furrowed even tighter for a while. Changsheng's cold face seemed to wrap around all the pale and fragile of the top of the snow-capped mountain, so much so that even he had the urge to take it into his arms.

It's just that, but his face is cold and not half soft, and his demeanor is very calm when he raises his hand to stroke the piano. This kid obviously hasn't started singing yet, but he gives people the illusion that no one between heaven and earth can sing better than him.

The Shogun found himself looking away from before.

The snow drifting in the distance blurred the general's eyebrows and eyes, and also blurred his slightly dangerous expression at the moment. The man looked away for a while, and he leaned back, lying on the dragon's back, closing his eyes. He has seen a lot of beauties, and immortality will not let him fall in love at first sight.

"Snow flies during the day, listen to the sobs of the piano ......"

"Thinking of the Heavenly Ladder of Immortality, who can transcend the ......"

Jiang was ready to listen to the music quietly, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he felt something soft fall on his face, and after sniffing it carefully, there was a dark fragrance. He couldn't help but open his eyes, and the sight that caught him violently choked his heart.

Can you imagine the scene of a sudden rain of flowers on a thin winter day? The pure white tufs mixed with the fiery red rose petals, the beauty of the world seems to have gathered here, and the beauty and sorrow are terrifying.