Revenge is the mind of the weak, just like asking for it but not getting it, but it is just the melancholy of the incompetent.

The swordsman who rules the world never knows what revenge is, and when he disagrees, he draws his sword, and he dies, or his opponent dies.

The rich man never stands in front of a beautiful shop window, yearning for it, or weaving romance and emotion in his mind, because he has bought the whole street.

For this world, except for the top of the pyramid, the vast majority of people are weak and incompetent, including Ye Changsheng.

If you have no plan to eliminate revenge, you will be obsessed with revenge, and if you can't get it, you will be obsessed with what you can get.

So no one wants to be a weakling, to be an incompetent.

The world is like a seed in the crevices of the rocks, even if the body is covered with bruises, it has to break through the solid stone and let his life be stretched.

People in the world are like small fish churning in the mire, even if they are broken bones, they have to jump over the dragon gate and change their embarrassing fate.

There are also people who try to dissolve themselves in the avenue of heaven and earth, even with hatred and unattainable helplessness, they also dissolve them together, talking about the four major are empty, saying that they are too forgetful, but how many people really do it?

Ye Changsheng asked himself if he could do it, so he could only be a broken seed, and he could only be a dirty little fish.

But he will never admit that he is weak and incompetent.

You can't get it because what you forcibly get may not be what you really want, and you don't draw your sword because you have something more important to do.

In the misty drizzle, Ye Changsheng stopped.

Under the lead-colored sky, more than 200 coffins were neatly placed on the halfway of Fuyun Temple, receiving the transcendence of Buddhist monks.

The sound of the Buddha came ethereally, Ye Changsheng lit three pillars of incense, inserted it in the incense burner, and saluted in silence.

Wuxuan, who was standing beside him, stepped forward and said in a solemn voice: "Wuxin, the bodies of these people have been defiled by an evil force and have completely decayed, they must be cremated as soon as possible, and the ashes cannot be left." ”

Ye Changsheng nodded silently, he came to send these people on their last journey.

A hundred Gongsun Kang's lives are not as good as a single hair of Changdong.

The warrior monks of Fuyun Temple strode forward, raised their hands one after another, and red fireballs flew out from their palms, smashing towards more than 200 coffins all over the world.

In the blink of an eye, the fire enveloped the clearing, and on the burning coffin, Changsheng could still see a trace of black qi escaping out, and it was immediately engulfed by the flames.

Wuxuan's eyes reflected the flames, and he said coldly: "You don't need to make a move this time, the little monk wants to take him away." ”

Buddhism doesn't say killing, only taking it away.

If he takes it away, there will be one more novice in the Buddha Sect, and if he can't take it away, then let him turn into dust on the spot, which can be regarded as taking it away.

And what the disciples of the Fayan Sect said about taking it away could only be the latter.

Ye Changsheng said coldly: "Do you think I'm not his opponent?"

Wu Zhen didn't speak, which can be regarded as a tacit acquiescence.

Ye Changsheng said indifferently: "Just because you see hatred in my eyes, and helplessness?"

Wu Zhen still didn't speak, it was still a tacit acquiescence.

Ye Changsheng couldn't help laughing, holding the hilt of the sword at his waist, he turned around and strode down the mountain.

Wuzhen didn't know that he hated himself, and he was helpless.

If the disciples of the Demon Sect hadn't diverted the attention of the Gongsun family in order to repay his favor, they would not have made a big fuss in the Western Capital.

If the Gongsun family hadn't suffered this secret loss, they wouldn't have released the vicious dog Gongsun Kang so quickly.

If Gongsun Kang hadn't come to trouble him, Changdong wouldn't have died miserably.

Going around and around, cause and effect still fell on him.

Since the cause and effect are mine, let me put an end to this cause and effect once and for all.

The square in the center of the Eastern Capital is now known as the Sword Tower Square, because there is a celestial sword tower on the square.

Every day, countless curious people come to admire the sword-made tower, as well as the devout swordsmiths and blacksmiths, who make sacrifices in the spirit of pilgrims, and then roam around the tower, reciting the names of the masters.

However, from this morning, the square was surrounded by the Royal Praetorian Guard, and the person who led the team was Su Yuanfang, the second prince of Bai Su.

Everyone had a premonition that something big was going to happen, and although they couldn't enter the square, they still stayed on the periphery, whispering to the people around them, and while they were also desperately peeking inward through the human wall.

"Look, someone is here, it's someone from the Xingyue Sect, and it's Xiao Baiyi who wears white clothes!"

"It's someone again, it's the idle prince of the Su family, how can there be a masked woman beside him?"

"Then, isn't that Master Huiming, the abbot of Fuyun Temple, and that barefoot little monk, is it the Buddha of the Fayan Sect?"

"The Yuanhua real people of Tongtianguan actually came, and they came together with the four real people!"

The news rippled like a long leg, and more and more people gathered, like a raging sea, surrounding the open space of the square.

Su Yuanfang's face was gloomy, and the pressure was like a mountain.

He shouldn't have taken over this errand in the first place, he was responsible for watching Gongsun Kang, and he shouldn't have agreed to Gongsun Kang's request to borrow the square.

It's good now, things are getting bigger and bigger, in case there is a mistake that causes chaos, and I don't know how many people will trample on each other and die.

In desperation, Su Yuanfang had to whisper a few words to the commander of the Praetorian Guard beside him, asking them to mobilize more people from the palace.

The security forces are absolutely unadjustable, and those people's mouths are too broken.

In the center of the square, Gongsun Kang was dressed in black, sitting cross-legged, his silver hair scattered down, covering most of his face.

The black sword, lying on his knees, was making a slight trembling sound.

It sensed a lot of powerful aura, a lot of dangerous aura, but instead of frightening it, it made it even more excited.

At the moment when Gongsun Kang's eyes were provoked and the killing intent in his heart boiled, the Xuanlong Sword also instantly locked on its target today.

However, at that moment, it felt a trace of fear!

Airplanes!

The black Xuanlong Sword trembled again.

Airplanes!

The sword at the target's waist also trembled.

Almost at the same time, Gongsun Kang looked at the Xuanlong Sword, and Ye Changsheng looked at the Immortal Sword.

Almost simultaneously, both hands grasped the hilt of the sword.

Gongsun Kang slowly stood up and looked at Ye Changsheng who came forward, his eyes gradually turned red.

He thought that he had been detached for a while, so he no longer hated, but at this moment he realized that he didn't hate anymore, but hated more and more, hating to the bone marrow.

The shame that Ye Changsheng brought him, the nightmare that he brought him, never left him, not a moment, not a second.

The desire for revenge was like the rolling waves of the angry waves, completely drowning Gongsun Kang, he did not draw his sword, but the sword was already unsheathed.

The ghostly black streamer escaped into the void, and in an instant, it was close to Ye Changsheng's throat!