Chapter 505 Calling is fast, and using is extreme

Zhou Shixuan stared at Jiang Pingchuan's eyes, and Jiang Pingchuan always kept looking at Zhou Shixuan with a smile on his face. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhou Shixuan glanced at the broken sword in his hand, this sword was the sword that Xiao Ya had carried with him since she was a child.

As for the origin of the sword, Zhou Shixuan didn't know, but she knew that the sword in her hand was definitely not simple.

Jiang Pingchuan missed Zhou Shixuan's eyes and looked at the sword in Zhou Shixuan's eyes, Zhou Shixuan pursed his lips and walked in front of Jiang Pingchuan with the sword in his hand.

Zhou Shixuan smiled and watched Jiang Pingchuan put the sword in his hand beside Jiang Pingchuan, Jiang Pingchuan looked at Zhou Shixuan and nodded, and Zhou Shixuan laughed.

"Since we're friends, can I ask you some questions about kendo in the future?"

Zhou Shixuan bent down and put his face in front of Jiang Pingchuan and said, Jiang Pingchuan sniffed the oncoming aroma and hooked the corners of his mouth.

"You can do it at any time," Jiang Pingchuan looked at Zhou Shixuan and said softly.

Zhou Shixuan looked at Jiang Pingchuan and turned around with a smile, but he didn't take a few steps Zhou Shixuan stopped his steps again.

"You can ask me anything in the future," Zhou Shixuan looked back at Jiang Pingchuan and said softly.

Zhou Shixuan in front of him is mature and gentle, and in Jiang Pingchuan's eyes, Zhou Shixuan is a cultivator with a good mood.

"Can the lake water in the back mountain be used for bathing," Jiang Pingchuan sniffed his armpits, wrinkled his nose, looked at Zhou Shixuan, and said with a smile.

Zhou Shixuan looked at Jiang Pingchuan's embarrassed expression, smiled and nodded.

"Sisters often take a bath in it, you should be careful when you go, so as not to be chased and beaten" Zhou Shixuan looked at Jiang Pingchuan with a smile and said.

Jiang Pingchuan nodded and closed his eyes, while Zhou Shixuan turned around and left the shallow language dojo with the disciples of his own faction.

After everyone left, Jiang Pingchuan reached out and touched the broken sword beside him, and when he touched the sword, Jiang Pingchuan could feel that there was a breath in the sword echoing with him.

Jiang Pingchuan took away the gauze on his chest and walked into his room with a broken sword, and just closed his door, Jiang Pingchuan fainted on the ground as soon as he turned around.

Jiang Pingchuan's soul left his body, and he watched his body lie on the ground, and his surroundings gradually changed from the scene of the room to a plain.

In the center of the endless field stood a towering green tree in the sky, and Jiang Pingchuan's eyes suddenly became a little dazed.

He looked at the green wood tree as if he had returned to the Maoshan Road of the Yuanwu Continent again.

He had seen such a green tree in the space of the mysterious old man, and Jiang Pingchuan walked towards the green tree with his own steps.

When he walked in front of the Aoki tree, Jiang Pingchuan stood in front of the Aoki tree in a daze, and a portrait was carved on the green tree.

And this portrait depicts Jiang Pingchuan, Jiang Pingchuan smiled bitterly when he saw the scene in front of him.

"Who arranged this fate for me, can I only live for being someone in my life" Jiang Pingchuan stretched out his hand and touched the portrait in front of him, and said in a bitter voice.

No one answered his question on the empty plain, and Jiang Pingchuan stared into the eyes of the portrait in front of him.

He thought that he could really live his life when he came to this world, but now it seems that he was still wrong.

When he saw the mysterious old man, he was once again given a new destiny, and he never held his fate in his own hands.

Jiang Pingchuan took a deep breath and slammed his fist on the portrait in front of him, and a stinging pain came, and the blood on the back of Jiang Pingchuan's hand stained the portrait's face.

It was a trace of blood, but it quickly spread out on the portrait and stained the entire Aoki tree, and after the entire Aoki tree turned red, Jiang Pingchuan looked up.

The entire sky above him turned crimson, and a bloody man appeared in front of Jiang Pingchuan, and blood covered the man's body.

Faint ripples flowed on the body of the person in front of him from top to bottom, and under Jiang Pingchuan's gaze, the blood on the blood in front of him gradually receded.

It was himself who appeared in front of Jiang Pingchuan, and Jiang Pingchuan looked at himself in front of him with a wry smile.

It was as if he had once again returned to the era when he was controlled by the Five Emperors of Xiao, he was a puppet, and his whole life was spent living for the fate of others.

"No one has arranged your fate for you, you are you now, but you have one less memory" The self in front of him looked at Jiang Pingchuan and said softly.

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his finger and pointed at Jiang Pingchuan's eyebrows, Jiang Pingchuan looked stunned and hurriedly retreated, looking at himself in front of him vigilantly.

He was afraid that what he was facing was not his own fate, but that he would be forced into a memory after being touched by himself in front of him, and when he saw Jiang Pingchuan retreating, the bloody man in front of him smiled and withdrew his hand.

"Who am I" Jiang Pingchuan asked as he looked at himself in front of him, and the bloody man turned around and stretched out his finger to write Jiang Pingchuan's name on the Aoki tree.

Jiang Pingchuan's face was full of suspicion when he saw that the three words Jiang Pingchuan were written on the Aoki tree, and the bloody man leaned on the tree and looked at Jiang Pingchuan helplessly.

"You are the puppet of the Fifth Emperor Xiao, but there is someone in this world who has lived for you for thirty years, and he is waiting for you to come back, waiting to become one with you" The bloody man looked at Jiang Pingchuan with red eyes and said.

Jiang Pingchuan's trance-like mind seemed to have a cloud of memories flooding into it, but this memory was very vague.

When the memory came back, Jiang Pingchuan felt a shadow enter his body.

Jiang Pingchuan didn't know who the person who walked into his body was, and he couldn't see a person's appearance clearly in that memory.

When Jiang Pingchuan opened his eyes, he actually saw the bloody man's fingers touching his eyebrows, and Jiang Pingchuan's expression was grim and his fist slammed into the bloody man in front of him.

The bloody man smiled and disappeared in front of Jiang Pingchuan, Jiang Pingchuan hurriedly ran towards Aoki Shu, but he had just taken his own steps and suddenly fell to the ground.

Jiang Pingchuan looked at his body in shock, he couldn't feel any power in his body.

But when he wanted to run towards the Aoki tree quickly, there was a powerful force in his body pushing him to run quickly towards the Aoki tree.

Jiang Pingchuan looked at the endless field and clenched his fists, he wanted his fists to be full of power, but he couldn't feel any power.

It's just that when he blasted out his fist, that extreme power suddenly surged into the void in front of him, opening up a ripple.

Jiang Pingchuan's mind suddenly appeared again, but this time he didn't see the shadow of the pharaoh.

Just when Jiang Pingchuan was still thinking, his body suddenly shook, and Jiang Pingchuan suddenly opened his eyes and looked at everything around him.

When he saw himself sitting on the ground, Jiang Pingchuan realized that it was just a dream, Jiang Pingchuan stood up and put his sword on the table.

When he turned his body, Jiang Pingchuan was stunned, and he looked down at his heart.

When he peeled off his clothes, all he saw was a sword mark, but there was not the slightest blood.

Jiang Pingchuan's eyes lit up, and he suddenly thought that it was not a dream, everything that had just happened was true.

ps: Some teachers don't understand anything, repeatedly, and some teachers think we know everything, and they are chic on stage, leaving us alone and messy off stage (to be continued.) )