Facing Zhou Yan's powerful sword, Zhou Wangchen did not fight back.

He has a deep gaze and is calm.

That kind of eyes even seem to be able to see through the majesty of Zhou Yan's sword and the essence of this sword.

So Zhou Wangchen didn't fight back, but he was also the coldest fightback.

Zhou Wangchen looked indifferently at the sword killing his eyebrows, indifferent, and let the sword pierce his eyebrows.

It's just that this sword stabbed less than a millimeter in front of Zhou Wangchen's eyebrows, and the powerful sword qi even almost pierced Zhou Wangchen's eyebrows, causing bright red blood to overflow there.

"Fight back, fight back! You don't want to preach to me? If you don't even have the strength to fight back, what are you going to preach?"

Zhou Yan scolded.

"Fight back?"

Zhou Wangchen smiled, his smile was still so sad, still so deep and full of sadness.

"If I die in your hands, it means that your ruthless sword path has taken the first real step, and I will die without regrets, after all, it is better to die in the hands of my own son than in the hands of the enemy, and I will be very happy. ”

"If I didn't die in your hands, it proves that you still chose the sentient sword path in your heart, then what difference does it make? ”

"The word "love" is sometimes the root of a qiē factor. ”

Zhou Wangchen said softly.

As he spoke, his hand gently grasped the sword, and then his hand slipped, and suddenly the palm of his hand was immediately cut by the sword.

The blood flowed like a red stream abruptly towards Zhou Yan's sword.

"Your sword is stained with your father's blood. ”

"If you can kill even your father, then there is nothing in this world that cannot be cut off. ”

"Why do you think this statue is so lifelike? Because I engraved them with sentient sentient swordsmanship, they will naturally have sentient feelings. Their love comes from my affectionate way. ”

"If I have no mercy in my heart, I engrave these statues and raise them with blood, they will be merciless. ”

"Whether I have memories of my previous life or not, why did you come here in this life? Why do I have zài? Why do I carve? Maybe it's just that I can't find the value of my zài in this world. ”

"Because I shouldn't have been in a world like zài. ”

Zhou Wangchen muttered to himself, and then said thoughtfully.

His words gave Zhou Yan a great impact.

"Why did you come from this life?"

"Why do I have zài?"

"Because I shouldn't have been in a world like zài. ”

......

These words, as if they spoke to the depths of Zhou Yan's heart, stirred up huge ripples in one fell swoop.

Zhou Yan felt that he could vaguely grasp what he had lost, but it was like an isolated barrier that could not be broken.

Zhou Yan pondered for a long time, but he felt a little irritable and irritable, and in the end he still couldn't break through this deep topic, like a complicated Tao, he couldn't break it.

In the end, Zhou Yan withdrew the sword.

His heart calmed down, and his eyes looked at Zhou Wuchen indifferently, and said, "Ruthlessness may not necessarily mean killing, but it should not care." It's a pity that although I stepped into the ruthless kendo, I couldn't do it to my father after all, and I didn't have any reason to do it. ”

"Cultivation, what is it for? It should be responsibility and protection, but if you step on the ruthless sword path, you will give up your responsibility and directly abandon your protection. Can this kind of road really go on?"

"Father, before I awakened the memories of my previous life, your experience seemed to be so miserable, and even, in my heart, my goal is to fight for you well, so that everyone in the Zhou family can be proud and extremely glorious in Da Zhou. ”

"But now it seems, father, your strength is so strong, but why do you want to let yourself be so sloppy. ”

Zhou Yan said calmly.

Zhou Wangchen's eyes were a little more embarrassed, which made the wrinkles on his face a little deeper.

"There is no end to cultivation, and the white bones are accumulated and turned into ashes. Sometimes, what seems like a bleak experience is often an indulgent comfort, but on the contrary, it is a powerful journey, and the journey can be extremely bleak. Bitter sword, bitter wine, and bitter life may not be a kind of happiness. Child, I am indeed Jiang Shang, but I am sorry for you, so you lived out the next life, and I will silently guard your next life. ”

"But this kind of protection is only a guard, because I am in the Jiang family, I know best that a superior life will wear out fighting spirit, since you have given birth to an immortal evil soul, it will definitely not be a mediocre life, so in order for you to grow step by step in the future, I can suppress the cultivation to hurt a junior genius of the Great Zhou family, etc., a qiē, it is just a driving force formed in the future to stimulate you to be strong.

But now there is no need, because you have cultivated in Hantan and awakened the memory of the previous life in advance, so the follow-up road does not need to be arranged by anyone, and you can walk very well. ”

"It's just that if you can follow this path smoothly, then the path of those who were supposed to replace you will not be able to follow it, and in the end you will still attract stronger enemies and more terrible disasters to come. ”

Zhou Wangchen groaned slightly and explained.

Zhou Yan thought for a while, he thought for a while, and said, "Then what my father said before should you not drink and should not be stored in such a world, where do you start?"

"You shouldn't drink, it's just an emphasis on your heart. Now that your mind is not so stubborn, it is okay to drink. ”

Zhou Wangchen said, throwing out a pot of wine to Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan stretched out his hand to take it.

The wine jug was still stained with the blood stains on Zhou Wangchen's palms, but Zhou Yan didn't care, but raised his head and drank it.

The wine was blazing and extremely irritating, like a flame burning in the body, which made Zhou derive an inexplicable sense of mania.

But this feeling was quickly suppressed.

Zhou Yan looked at Zhou Wangchen calmly, he knew that Zhou Wangchen had the next statement.

"As for what you asked, maybe it's just some of the emotions of my awakening memory. Before last night, my own life was even a little ignorant, and my memory was not very deep. But there is one thing I remember very well.

Before I awaken my memory, I should be able to carve not only with my right hand, but also with my left hand. But after awakening the memory of Jiang Shang in the previous life, I suddenly found that my left hand could no longer carve. ”

"That's when I wonder if I'm really in this world. ”

In other words, this world is stored in my awakened memory. ”

Zhou Wangchen said contemplatively.

Then he looked at Zhou Yan calmly and said, "But no matter when, what world, what place, Zhou Yan, Li Yi, you are my son, this will remain the same." In the illusion, then you are my son, and it doesn't matter if I live or die for you. In the real world, if you think my father is not good, kill me to prove your word, it doesn't matter.

Father, I will always be so supportive of you. ”

Zhou Wangchen said seriously.

He never seemed to be so serious.

And if it weren't for the fact that the current environment was a little special, how could this man who was not good at expressing himself say such a thing?

Zhou Yan was a little shocked in his heart, and there seemed to be a sentence that suddenly echoed in his ears.

"You are my son of Zhou Wangchen, and I am a mechanical puppet or a clone, so what does it matter? As long as you are my son, isn't it?"

......

The sentence that appeared inexplicably seemed to be in a scene in the previous life, but Zhou Yan couldn't remember it anyway.

But he was hit hard.

Sentient kendo.

Ruthless kendo.

It's a terrible choice.

When the ruthless choice appears, a kind of love that goes deep into the bone marrow will impact the heart and soul.

And when the sentient choice appears, I am afraid that it will be the manifestation of betrayal, betrayal, and naked conflicts of interest.

It's still so exciting.

Zhou Yan froze for a moment, and he vaguely felt a unique state again, as if the lost thing was slowly being recovered.

This process seems to be going on, it is happening.

Zhou Yan sighed, nodded lightly, took the initiative to take a pot of wine, and toasted his father.

"Father, is the left hand better at carving? Why don't I know that?"

Zhou Yan asked.

"My Taishang Forgetfulness is a sentient sword path that focuses on the left hand. The right hand is too familiar to achieve the ultimate transformation, but the left hand is unfamiliar at first, but it is more malleable. When I lived out of this life, I focused on carving with my left hand, and only those carved with my left hand could become the virtual self, transform the soul with the Tao, and achieve the virtual soul.

Once you have a powerful body, this statue can become an extremely powerful puppet. Therefore, this kind of left-handed carving can not be used, so the left hand is used to practice the right hand. ”

"The more mistakes you make with your right hand, the more progress you make with your left hand. ”

"When the right hand is more and more unsatisfactory, the left hand has more and more urge to carve. ”

In this way, it can be regarded as a kind of tempering of the soul, so as to cultivate one's self-cultivation. ”

"But it is strange that now the ability of my left hand to carve seems to have been destroyed, as if some kind of rule was distorted, but it has not been able to deduce this ability of mine, and it is as if this ability has been neglected. ”

"And, on the other hand, the short sword I carved was on the left hand before awakening the memory, but after the awakening memory, the sword was on the right hand. ”

"With my soul power induction, no one can do this, then this is a change in the Heavenly Dao, and the laws of the Heavenly Dao have changed. ”

"That's why I suspect that I'm living in some memory of myself, or in a real and imaginary state. It's a pity that even in such a world, even if you see your son, you can't tell whether it's true or false. ”

"But for me, truth and fiction are the same life, the same drinking, the same carving, the same survival, the same protection, so it doesn't matter if the truth and the void are the same. ”