"Alas......"

I hate to die on the gorgeously decorated painting boat.

Du Fanglin sighed and showed great melancholy, but the blood stains of the murder weapon in his hand were not dry.

Tianya Lonely Eight Confession looked at this scene, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he felt that he might have guessed wrong: "You...... Actually, I didn't think about letting this person live at all, right? ”

Love is thousands of miles away and hateful, and there is no mourning for a mediocre boy who suffers from a sword. This good-looking young man has been raised as an emotionless killer since he was a child, and he has almost broken down from the roots.

Du Fanglin knew about this matter, and he really knew about it, but the hated father, no one did not know, and other people who should have been tortured by hating the wrong hand could not be "known" from now on.

What to do with this person?

Du Fanglin cut off the Eight Confessions puppet technique and applied an additional illusion to transform it into a trial of love and peace. He thought that no matter whether he hated it or not, as long as there was a bottom line in the last step, he could not harm the rest of the people, and he would pass the exam.

After all, the only thing that cannot be accommodating here is the person who kills indiscriminately by his temperament, which will harm the common people.

He wasn't a saint himself, and he didn't have much patience.

But if we let go of the price of hatred, we will let more innocent people be hurt in the process of correcting our behavior-

Then let's just kill it!

"Hmm." Du Fanglin was thoughtful.

Hearing his steady tone, Ba Confession inquired for a while: "I heard that the former lord of Fuyan Mountain was an upright person of Confucianism, and his hands were never tainted with human life......

Look at the sword blade that this person just pierced into his heart, like flowing water, but he didn't hesitate at all.

From the various techniques taught to him by the lord of Linque, to the puppet silk that Tianya Lone Son is now wrapped with ten fingers, which is said to be the old weapon of this person, it has vaguely allowed the Eight Confessions to spy on the so-called Spring and Autumn Yan Lord, a different image from the eyes of everyone and the rumors in the rivers and lakes.

This makes people wonder if they have been on a thief ship by mistake.

Du Fanglin raised his hand and took the knife and hilt beside the corpse in the air, put away a pair of swords, thought about it, and placed them neatly on a coffee table next to him.

"Ha ......"

It's too heavy for the fat pigeon to move, so turn around and send it to Hanqi Ding Guzhi, and take it to the Northern Regions to do favors with the rare weapons that you have collected in addition!

"Let's go." Du Fanglin said.

"These people, do you still have corpses...... " Eight Confession seemed to hesitate slightly, his words were full of sincerity, and he especially reminded that there was still a woman in colorful clothes alive here, and it was an eyewitness who needed to be killed. However, Tianya Lone was slapped on the shoulder, and Du Fanglin took him away directly when he turned into light:

"—Let's go, next practice."

……

By the time I left, it was nightfall.

The boat was silent, and at some point it had automatically anchored on the riverbank.

The women in colorful clothes who were knocked to the ground woke up one after another, and when they saw the corpse of the hated person with blue skin on the seat, they looked at each other in horror, and after a short exclamation, they immediately supported each other to get off the boat and run for their lives.

“…… It's a lot easier. "On the shore, among a clump of reeds, there is a reed leaf that sways to a particularly leisurely rhythm.

After several women had fled, the reed was swept away by a cyan bow, and out came a young man with green leaves in his mouth and black hair draped over his shoulders.

This young man, who looked like an ordinary martial artist in the rivers and lakes, had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and was wearing a gray short fight, with only black animal skin elbow pads tied to the elbows of both hands.

He held a cyan iron longbow, and a crimson quiver hung from the hem of his robe, and a dozen arrows in the pouch were all in the style of gray on a white background, glowing softly like pearls in the moonlight.

"Everyone leaves, only the target ......" spitting out the words indistinctly, the young man holding the grass carried the long bow, raised his hand to habitually rub his nose with his index finger, turned to face the river, the person rose up, and gently kicked the reeds, with this gentle elasticity, like a gust of wind without dust, silently falling into the painting boat.

Hate to be really lying on the corpse.

The young man with the bow and arrow on his back walked a few steps forward to confirm it, but remembering the task he had received from Lin Que when he went out, he had a little hope to see if this death was a trick.

…… The smell of fish is tangy, and the meat is beginning to lie on its stomach, it seems that it has not been kept fresh, and there is no hope of resurrection.

The young man spat out the reed leaves from his mouth:

"Waste, keep a breath of life, change the soul of waste utilization, it's not that there is no technology, so I have studied the world for so many years——"

He shut his mouth when he talked too much, and after thinking about it, he felt that it was wrong, "When people die like this, what can they use to negotiate terms with the knife plague?" The conditions can't be negotiated, how to knock on the door in the nest and meet Jia Minggong? Report it through the murder intermediary layer by layer? It's too slow......"

He suddenly listened: "Give up this step and go straight to the next step?" Don't worry about the follow-up and continue to follow the plan? It's easy, too. “

The young man looked down at the body that was gradually forming corpse spots on the seat, pushed the bow on his shoulder to his back, grinned and reached out to the waistband of the corpse's trousers, "Ha, 'dear friend', let me take you to a good place with mountains and rivers to be buried!" ”

Hate to be buried.

Not even a tombstone.

……

The other side.

The Yinyang Sea Absolute Death Island is still the same quiet and lonely, the same lifeless.

The Knife Plague lives here.

Not only the sword plague is there, but also the sword. After changing his name to mourn and a person, he acted as a human voice in the dispute between the Central Plains and Xeno, and was thrown back to the bitter realm by the release of control of the Nine Calamities, and invisibly made a "knife" in the hands of the demon world.

From then to now, it has only been half a month.

Exhausted physically and mentally, Wu Mourning Yiyong left his beloved wheelchair day and night, held a black umbrella, cut off all contact with Jufengli, and reverted to the costume of a troubled sword, thinking of returning to his hometown Yin Yang Sea Absolute Death Island to remember the past.

However...... Jian Jian never imagined that he could meet his wife who escaped from the demonization incident of the Shrine of Liao Jing on the island of death, and originally thought that people were dead, but she was still a little crazy.

It's the plague.

It is also the person who used to be the "Lord of Fuyan Mountain" who went to see Liao Jing Courtyard before the Demonization Leyline Incident, and made a future agreement with him.

Originally, this "agreement" was to be used here, on the condition that his own son, who still couldn't let go of the sword plague, would not be able to let go, and asked the owner of the Absolute Death Island to go to the Dingyounest to meet Jia Minggong, and open a door for Du Fanglin's plan to set the Younest.

"What is the meaning of survival...... "The morning light is coming, but the dawn has not yet come.

The sea water lapped against the reef, and the upper end of the reef was trembling with the sound of the eight confessions of the lonely son of the end of the world, the stubborn chanting.

The meaning of survival, Hachi, who was a killer before, didn't understand. Now the lonely son of Tianya, who has gradually inherited the mantle of the legendary puppeteer in the Southern Regions, has deeply felt that the meaning of survival lies in freedom, absolute freedom that is not manipulated by anyone.

As for the next sentence "the purpose of survival"?

…… Let's get through this morning......

……

An hour ago.

Two rays of light fall on the shore of the Yin and Yang Coast. One of them is Du Fanglin, a man with white hair and a shawl, and the other is a lonely son of Tianya who vomited in the face of the sea water and his face was even whiter.

In just a few days, Ba Confession felt that he had experienced a more bumpy and tortuous life than the previous half of his life, such as being led by someone to throw him in the air and spin around in the middle of the road in the stars and moons before, and experienced the so-called "double light work".

Compared with this way, Tianya Lone would rather face all the red, white and white "hot and sour noodles" in the world again.

"Vomit ......" Eight Confessions really began to miss his former boss, the Astrological Master, and the Department of Geography. Why, why is there a person like Du Fanglin in this world, why didn't he really die in the decisive battle with Emperor Rulai after the Cloud Drum Thunder Peak?

"You're thinking I'm dead."

Looking at the lonely son of Tianya who was lying on the beach so weak that he was almost washed away by the current, Du Fanglin spoke slowly.

“…… Can't. Eight confessed and said, "Teacher, is this?" ”

"Next Internship Location."

"What's the content?"

"Under the nose of the sword, how about deceiving the sword plague to come out and send it to death?"

"......" eight confessions were silent.

Mr. Du, are you serious? Teacher, have you ever heard the legend of the Yinyang Sea Absolute Death Island? Teacher, you see that I have such a big flower card in my hand, can I return the discarded work before doing this kind of work?!

"Lie to you." Du Fanglin said: "This is a practical lesson in manipulating people's hearts. Come, use the puppet silk in your hand to turn the knife into a tool in the palm of your hand, human...... Try to get him to go to Dingyou's nest to meet Jia Minggong in person. ”

"Walk you!"

……

Eight confessions were thrown onto this half-barren island.

In the night breeze, he felt the chill on his neck.

It must be a warning from the sword that there is no salvation for the sword - because the sword plague seems to be awake but is actually quite hysterical, after the sword is lost and recovered, the guard's wife is as cautious as guarding her own eyeballs.

Even though the puppet silk is invisible, there are signs of the shot, and there is a distance limit. In the legend of the Southern Regions, it is a legend that can turn an entire sect of people into puppets under his command thousands of miles away...... The current Tianya Lonely Son has reason to think that it is only because that sect has long been a "puppet master".

"What is the meaning of survival? What is the purpose of survival? Life is so barren, the people who have met and the people who have waited are like flowers in the mirror. ”

Then recite the poem, the voice is loud enough, and it can attract the early morning when he pushes his wheelchair and takes his wife out to watch the sunrise to look for the memories of the old days!

The real non-physical method of manipulating people's minds is based on understanding the details of the other party.

In addition to delving into the connection between the human body and the soul consciousness for a few days, the only pleasure of the Eight Confessions was the "Common Sense Lesson" dictated by Du Fanglin, which was a legendary story of people from all over the world, and also contained the secrets of countless organizations in the whole suffering situation...... It is not a drama that can be summed up, but it is the result of the Spring and Autumn Period hidden behind the scenes of martial arts for hundreds of years.

And the "Thunderbolt Magazine", which seems to have been established by Shower Yusheng and placed on the bright side of Wulin for a hundred years, is just like a game in comparison.