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Chapter 254: Red Lotus

The white crystal three-petaled lotus flower floated quietly less than half a meter in front of Fang Jie, and at this time, Fang Xie had just shaken off a white lotus that was sticking to the tip of his Chaolu knife. When he turned around, he saw that the white lotus had turned black in an instant. Then the size of the lotus began to grow, and I was afraid that it would burst open in the next second.

Fang Jie, who had seen the power of the white lotus a moment ago, suddenly widened his pupils, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat. He originally thought that he already had the strength to fight with the cultivators, after all, Xie Fuyao was a master of seven-rank cultivation, and if he and Fang Xie really fought to the death, no one was sure that he would win.

At the beginning, relying on the perception of the vitality of heaven and earth, Fang Xie accurately avoided blocking Fang Hatshui's flower fingers. succeeded in getting close, and slaughtered Fang Hatshui with the blood of the remnant knife. At that moment, Fang Xie had already taken the advantage, and Fang Xie himself thought that this battle was about to be won.

However, the three-petal white lotus thrown by Fang Hatshui made Fang Jie's pride shatter in an instant.

The time and direction of a cultivator's attack that has reached a certain point of strength are really difficult to figure out, and it is impossible to guard against it. A few seconds ago, Fang Xie still had the upper hand, and Fang Hatshui was cut on his chest, and he looked quite embarrassed. But in the next second, Fang Jie's arm was burned by the first white lotus, and now he was forced to a dead end by this second lotus.

A complete doom.

This lotus flower, which had already turned black, was too close to Fang Jie, and Fang Xie would not have time to avoid it even if he dodged immediately. Zhilu said that he was forced to a dead end, and his face instantly turned pale. And at this moment, the unyielding and unwilling in his heart also emerged.

Obviously has the upper hand, but he was beaten into hell by a black lotus like this?

People who can't invoke the vitality of heaven and earth really don't have the slightest chance of winning against cultivators above the seventh grade?

Unwilling!

Wrath!

Fang Jie's eyes were staring at the black lotus, if his eyes were hot enough, then this black lotus might be melted.

Fang Hatshui, who jumped away, already had a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, although he was a little embarrassed by Fang Jie, he was sure that he was still the winner. The power of this black lotus is far above the previous white lotus, this is his strongest means. He was sure that as long as this black lotus exploded, even a stone within a radius of five meters would be shattered into powder. In fact, he believed that Fang Xie would die even within ten meters.

He has already seen victory coming, and it is close at hand.

He felt that he could feel Fang Jie's reluctance and anger, because he used to have such feelings often. Fang Xie was a lucky person, a recognized genius in the entire Great Sui. He is the second person in the more than 100 years since the founding of the Great Sui Dynasty to obtain nine excellent exams in the Yanwu Academy, and he is not only respected by the Yanwu Academy, but even the emperor is impressed by him. And Fang Hatshui is just a small and remote county, if it weren't for this trip to Chang'an, he was sure that he would have spent his whole life.

But because he has experienced hardships that others can't bear, he has now become a strong man.

He can even look at the genius of the Great Sui with pity and contempt, the coquettish son of the Martial Academy.

He had been thinking about how to kill Fang Jie, whether to destroy his self-confidence first and then slowly torture him to death, or to kill him outright. When it really came to this day, he suddenly didn't have these thoughts, as long as he could kill Fang Jie, no matter how he killed him, his name would be legendary to the world.

A fast catcher from a small seaside fishing village in the south of the Yangtze River actually killed the future star of the Great Sui.

What a joy it is.

At this moment, he even felt that the suffering, the humiliation, and the torture he suffered with wisdom could be forgotten. After killing Fang Jie, who else in the younger generation is better than him?

Fang Jie's surname is Fang, and he is also surnamed Fang, why is Fang Xie the most beautiful one?

The black lotus grew rapidly, expanding from the size of a peach blossom to the size of a bowl.

"Die!"

Fang Hatshui gritted his teeth fiercely, and his eyes suddenly froze.

As if he had received an order, Black Lotus suddenly trembled and then began to burst!

Fang Hatshui's eyes had already narrowed, and he knew that no one could save Fang Xie at this moment. Don't say that he has a great cultivator of the Nine Grades around him, and don't say that he has many powerful friends. Until now, even if Da Luo Jin Immortal appeared, he was afraid that he would not be able to pull Fang Xie back from the Ghost Gate.

If time could be slowed down a hundred times, then the process of the black lotus bursting could be seen with the naked eye.

The three-petaled lotus flower opened outward, and there was a pure black mass in the lotus heart that gradually enlarged. The petals parted, and black light shone out from the lotus heart, as if through the clouds, wisps of light. Then a large black mass waterfell out, and then swelled and exploded.

Of course, time can't slow down a hundred times, so the speed at which the black lotus explodes is completely unclear to the naked eye. Even Fang Xie himself didn't doubt that the moment the black lotus exploded, he would turn into minced meat.

However, if time could really be slowed down a hundred times, an attentive person would not only be able to see the process of the Black Lotus bursting. You will also see a trace of abnormal changes quietly taking place in Lian's heart, and an absolute red will struggle out of the black.

There is no way for others to see, no way to find out. But Fang Hatshui could clearly perceive the subtle changes in the black lotus he had created, so he immediately frowned. Reaching out and shaking it from afar, it seemed to be trying to urge the black lotus to quickly complete the explosion. But he didn't succeed, the black lotus that had exploded was suddenly restrained by the red threads gushing out of the lotus's heart, as if the blooming flower was strangled by a thin red rope. The three petals that had been separated were actually pulled back by the red thread and connected together.

Fang Hatshui was shocked as he watched as the black lotus he had created turned into a vivid red color at a speed visible to the naked eye. The red is so thorough and so delicate, this is the lotus flower he created, but it no longer belongs to him. The Red Lotus...... It made him feel fear and powerlessness.

The lotus flower, which had already burst into bloom, was perfect again, and the red beauty was breathtaking.

Fang Hate subconsciously looked at Fang Jie, but was so frightened by a pair of red eyes that his heartbeat stopped.

At this time, Fang Jie's eyes could no longer see the distinct black and white eyeballs, only pure red. And this red is not the kind of festive red, it is a strange red. Fang hated Shui Zhi Dao that his eyes would turn black when his cultivation was at its limit, and that was because of the inheritance he had obtained. Wisdom once said that after receiving this inheritance, the eyes will become extraordinarily powerful. And depending on the inheritance and comprehension, the color of the eyes will also be different.

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At this moment, Fang Hatshui couldn't help but think of that rainy night. In the huge tree hole at the foot of the mountain on the north side of Banyue Mountain, the old monk Zhizhi told him many secrets about Buddhism. Among them, there is a secret Fang Hatshui that he remembers very clearly, that is, about the inheritance of Buddhism.

At that time, the old monk wisdom said that the amount of inheritance a person gets has a great relationship with his qualifications. The better the qualifications, the more perfect the inheritance will be, and wisdom says that even if he is a waste like him who can't practice, once he gets the inheritance of Buddhism, he will become a real strong person.

And the place that most directly reflects how much inheritance a person has received is his eyes.

When Fang Hatshui later found that his eyes could turn pure black, he was still a little annoyed when he recalled the words of the old monk's wisdom at that time. Wisdom told him that day that the eyes of those who have received the least inheritance will turn pure black. This is a kind of dark power, which can corrode the cultivation power of others and transform it into one's own internal strength.

And if a person's eyes turn pure black after receiving the lineage of Buddhism, then it will be seen as almost no different from the failure of the lineage. Because even ordinary people will become absolutely strong after getting the inheritance. Fang Hatshui once asked the old monk at that time, are the black eyes the most failed embodiment of inheritance? The old monk replied that the more the inheritor gets, the color of his eyes will change dramatically.

Get less, and you can't get off the black and white nature. The more you get, the more you can change the color of your eyes.

Fang Hatshui was resentful for a long time because of these words, and this resentment and anger gradually disappeared when he almost didn't encounter an opponent later. Because he knew that his qualifications were average, and he didn't have enough inheritance, but his eyes turned black still made him a little dissatisfied.

Although the inheritance he received was very unexpected.

But a person's greed is so great that he desires it when he can't get it. When you get it, you crave more. And if you don't get more, you will be resentful and angry. This kind of sick psychology is like a weed in a garden, which cannot be eradicated even if you turn over the garden floor. Nourished by a little gloomy rain, this sickness will grow and spread rapidly.

Fang hated Shui and knew what to make his heart full of weeds, but he didn't think it was weeds.

That's ambition.

Misshapen ambitions.

He unexpectedly received the inheritance of the wisdom of the old monk, and became a strong man with the power of cultivation from a humble person. He was even terrified when he first realized this change in himself, because he didn't even understand what it was. When he slowly groped and found that he had become different from the past, the hatred in his heart began to grow stronger and stronger.

He has the right to hate.

He endured too many hardships for no reason, and he turned out to be just an ordinary person. He fantasized that he would become a human being, but at that time he knew that this fantasy was unrealistic. If it hadn't been for this change, he would have married a fisherman's daughter and had several children.

He went to the yamen to be on duty, and his wife took care of the housework at home.

That's it, a dull life.

However, how can Fang Hatshui, who has changed his life, be willing to go back to the past? Find a fisherman's daughter as a wife, live a few decades of inaction on the beach, and then live a normal life, old age, sickness and death? When he took refuge in the dilapidated courtyard on East Eighteenth Street in Chang'an City, he swore as he looked at the bright moonlight in the sky.

He wants to be a master, he wants to sleep with the most beautiful woman, he has the biggest house, he has countless inheritances that he can't spend, and countless people worship at his feet. When people mention his name, there is the most sincere respect in their eyes.

However, when he arrived in Chang'an City, he understood.

How hard it all is.

Then, he saw the most beautiful woman beside Fang Jie, and saw that Fang Xie lived in the courtyard of Sanjin Hou, eating and drinking without worry, although no one bowed to him, but when the name Fang Xie was mentioned, every Great Sui people would be very proud and proud.

So he hates.

But, at this moment.

His heart had almost stopped, and his face had turned pale. The blackness in his eyes faded like a tide, and what was left in his eyes was full of horror and fear.

"If you see a person's eyes in the purest and most eerie color of blood, then you have no choice but to kneel down and worship. That was the darling of this world, and no one could resist the gaze of that bloody eye. ”

This is...... The old monk's wisdom has spoken.

At this time, Fang Jie's eyes had completely turned bloody.

The lotus flower, which had become the size of a peach blossom again, coiled around his fingertips, red and delicate. It was as if there was life, voluntarily surrendering to the gaze of this young man with blood-colored eyes. The black lotus that was violent and arrogant before no longer exists, although ...... The lotus is still the lotus.