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"It's like this cup of tea, you just didn't taste it. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Wen Zixiang picked up the tea cup, it was already empty, he turned it, looked carefully, and felt the warmth of the purple sand touching his fingertips. "See, you have lost a good thing in life, and even though it is small, life is made up of more or less of them, and if you lose it once, you lose it once. ”

He gently put down the teacup and looked solemnly at "Su Huachen".

"You are always occupied by your violent emotions, and if you have not experienced happiness, you are not qualified to have compassion. You say you're miserable, and that's okay. But you have to understand what you're hurting for!"

After saying this, Wen Zixiang stopped, he stood up, turned his head, opened the somewhat quaint wooden door, and stepped out. The sun outside was so bright, and he left "Su Huachen" alone in the slightly dark room.

Su Huachen was silent. After a long time, when the pot of tea was about to cool, he picked it up, poured himself a full cup again, and followed the master's example to taste it slowly.

The softness of the water and the mellow fragrance of the tea, he felt it, and at this time, "Su Huachen" was Su Huachen. It was also at this time that he felt that he was truly sitting at the table again, and what he tasted in his mouth was the years.

With his left hand on the table, he slowly straightened up. From the moment Su Huachen's body left the bench, it slowly disappeared, and when his left hand was raised, the table also began to disappear, followed by the floor, the wall, and the bright sunlight.

The scene changed back to the stone cliff, and the tea cup in his hand also turned into the sword. Su Huachen's heart finally calmed down.

And he was finally able to grasp that Qingfeng firmly, and in his eyes, the anxiety faded, and was replaced by a kind of calmness that tried to let go of obsession.

"It's time for me to fight for them. Su Huachen thought in his heart. No matter what the outcome will be, even if you are likely to lose, you must get closer to your dreams.

Su Huachen's clothes began to rise automatically without wind, and a faint blood qi came out of every pore, like a mist, permeating his body, setting him off like a demon god.

Su Huachen was carefully thinking about what his master had given him. The rattan that has fallen on me in the past years, and the master's fists and feet, all have a purpose.

"Stand up straight, arm strong, elevated!"

"Smack!" Su Huachen took another solid beating. Facing Wen Zixiang's almost perverted torture of himself, he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Master, I... I'm running out of energy, can I take a break? Before Su Huachen could close his mouth, a few more hot blood marks were added to his back.

"If you can't do it well, you still want to rest!"

"But I'm 。。。。。。 Oops!"

"Hmph, what I'm going to teach you next, don't endure hardship, how can you learn, you're still far away!"

Su Huachen listened, so he could only grit his teeth and insist. The pain continued, until that day eight years ago, Wen Zixiang was about to set off again. Before leaving, he handed Su Huachen a bag.

"Master, this is 。。。。。。 ？”

"It's something related to what I've taught you, but remember, it can only be used once, so remember, don't open it until you have to. ”

These were the last words left by Master. When Su Huachen held the bag again at this time, he couldn't help but burst into tears, all these years, he has been keeping the bag close to his body, and it looks a little faded, but he has always kept his promise and never opened it. And now, the "time" in Master's mouth has arrived.

The blood around Su Huachen's body had become so thick that it could not be increased, his eyes had become blood-red, but his heart had not been eroded by the violence, but the whole person had become very excited. He wants to see blood now, to see the blood of Meng Nanxun.

He had never used this move before, because Master had said that every time he used it, he would lose a certain amount of longevity. In this process, Meng Nanxun never interrupted, just watched intently, trying to find out something. At a certain moment, she seemed to have gained something, and muttered to herself: "I see, that Wen Zixiang is actually inextricably linked with the Imperial Cavalry Army, and he can actually pass down this method to Su Huachen." The hand of the chief of the left ring has already reached into the military department, which is really not good. ”

Su Huachen felt the blood around him, and suddenly, his hand shook, and he untied the brocade bag, and a golden rune paper floated out of it, which was densely covered with various symbols, dark red, like dried blood. In the center of the rune paper, several twisted concentric circles surround a fingerprint. Su Huachen grabbed it with his left hand, threw it up, and quickly bit the belly of his thumb and pressed it to the dark red fingerprint.

The rune paper began to burst into light, golden and dazzling, it was trembling and trembling, and from it floated out a more viscous blood qi than the surrounding area, covering the ones that had emanated from Su Huachen's body before in the blink of an eye.

But it is very different from the blood qi emanating from Su Huachen's body, that kind of blood qi is dim, revealing a strong smell of blood, and a monstrous killing meaning. In that instantaneous blood and qi, it seemed that thousands of troops and horses were galloping and fighting, it was the real battlefield, the real killing intent, and it was not the same as before.

Su Huachen was wrapped in this blood, and the whole person was lifted up and ascended. They began to burrow into Su Huachen's body, making him very uncomfortable.

"Ah!!h

Su Huachen felt that he was about to explode, and that inexplicable blood began to fill his mind, seizing control of his body, and trying to turn himself into a machine that only knew how to kill.

"Don't!"

He's yelling, he's resisting, he's trying to stand his will. On the golden rune paper in his hand, those unfamiliar symbols came to life, all of them were like tadpoles, writhing, and swimming into his body along the wound on Su Huachen's thumb.

The blood of "Boom !!" spread to his limbs and hundreds of remains, and in front of him, there was a sky full of yellow sand, and he seemed to be in the middle of the battlefield, following the Jin Ge Iron Horse to fight the world. The sword was swung, and I don't know how many heads were cut off, and how many hands and feet were cut off. The painful groans and the hot blood all made Su Huachen excited at this time, and he killed tirelessly, killing until the sky was dark, and he still couldn't finish killing.

"Happy, happy!"

He opened his arms, raised his head to the sky and roared, and soon plunged into the slaughter again. Suddenly, the enemies in front of him all changed, and they became people he knew: Ran Mo, Ran Xinzi, Liang Ping。。。。。。

But Su Huachen couldn't stop anymore, and one by one, he cut everyone under his feet. Until he plunged the last sword into the master's chest.

"Enough!" Wen Zixiang shouted at him with a mouthful of blood. The mouthful of blood sprinkled on Su Huachen's face, the sticky bright red, did not make him feel uplifted, but instead shivered and lost his strength. The sword blade was grabbed by Wen Zixiang in his hand, and Su Huachen couldn't pull it out if he wanted to.

"Get back to your own heart!"

Su Huachen is a spirit, the things in front of him disappear, and he returns to reality. Wen Zixiang was also gone, only Meng Nanxun was seen, laughing at himself on the side.

"Hehehe, it seems that you can't control this Qingyue at all. ”

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