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At this moment, I seem to have jumped out of my shell and am condescendingly, seriously examining the life path of "Summer Stone". Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Stay away from any woman, don't be greedy and indiscriminate, the road ahead is bumpy, only sincerity can be achieved. "I give the "Summer Stone" a guide to life.

Of course, I also saw my own demons, and that demon was "too soft and not ruthless enough".

"Be cruel to yourself, to the world. "Here's another recipe I gave to Summerstone. People who want to do great things must be cautious and temperate at every moment of life, do not indulge themselves, do not let others indulge themselves, and always maintain sufficient vigilance, like a sleeping tiger in the forest. Even in his sleep, he kept one eye open and stared at this bizarre and dangerous world.

Besides, I can not kill people, but I can't do without the skill of killing.

In this world, if you want to succeed, you must have brainpower, body, IQ, and emotional intelligence.

All miraculous skills are learned by oneself, and you can't always rush to catch your feet. Chu Chu's death reminded me that any protective force is not reliable, if you want to live a long life, you must be stronger than anyone else, all over your body, armed to the teeth, in order to kill a bloody path alone.

When I step away from the "self" and look at myself from the perspective of a third person, it is easy to find those shortcomings that should have been made up for a long time ago.

If you don't make up for your shortcomings, you won't be able to do anything in the end.

"I see. I gently let go of Chu Chu's body.

Chu Chu is dead, no matter how much she cherishes her, she doesn't feel it anymore, and what I am doing at the moment is just to show "me" and everyone in the outside world.

"Do you really know?" asked the Jade Rakshasa with a sneer.

"Become stronger, do better, make the enemy painful, the relatives happy, don't let go of someone who deserves to be killed, and don't let down everyone who loves me. And so it went on until the last second of life. At that time, he was worthy of any relatives and friends, worthy of heaven and earth, justice, and conscience. I replied with great sincerity.

With a thud, a bloody severed knife landed at my feet.

I silently bent down to pick up the knife and wiped the blood from the blade on my sleeve.

"Go ahead and kill them all. Jade Rakshasa said.

I leaned down and kissed Chu Chu deeply on the forehead, then straightened up, dragged the knife with one hand, and strode forward.

That's the broken knife that assassinated Chu Chu, and I want to use it to kill all the thaumaturgists from Fuso Island, blood for blood, and tooth for tooth.

The ghost-faced trick appeared and disappeared behind the tree, and I carried the broken knife straight forward, forgetting all the confusion and fear, and only wanted to exhaust the cherry blossom forest and reach the real battlefield.

Behind me, there were short, horrible screams of being killed, but I didn't have to pay attention to them, because they had nothing to do with me.

Sha Lao Fist once taught me some sword techniques sporadically, some of which came from the traditional martial arts of Jinan, and some from his secret Persian scimitar knife book. In modern society, the control of knives is very strict, so when I learn knives, I can only use wooden knives instead, and I can't arouse my interest in learning.

With Sha Lao's fist skill level, he can't even rank in the top ten in Jinan's martial arts circle, and I learn from him, and the foundation of swordsmanship is even less worth mentioning.

I don't even have any shadow of sword moves in my mind, I only remember what Sha Lao said with his fist - "The world's martial arts are unbreakable, only fast and unbreakable." ”

When a martial art is so fast that others have no time to resist, maybe it doesn't use a long knife or a sharp blade, just a kitchen knife, a fruit knife, or scissors, which can kill people in an instant.

Fast is the secret of all killing techniques.

The cherry blossoms were thinning, and I knew I was about to reach the end of this beautiful forest.

As soon as you come out of the woods, you can see the grass all over the ground, and there are countless wild flowers blooming in the grass. Surrounded by wildflowers, a fountain with a diameter of more than a foot appeared calmly in my field of vision.

Sang Qinghong sat on the edge of the pool, holding a bouquet of wildflowers in her hand, sitting alone.

I didn't relax, but went straight forward and walked towards Sang Qinghong.

She is the starting point of all troubles, and if you kill her, they may be put to rest.

"Hey, stop!" she looked up and waved her hand at me from afar.

I ignored it and strode forward.

Suddenly, the grass and wildflowers on the ground shook violently, turning into a group of ghostly faces rolling on the ground, holding a black vine shield in one hand and a two-foot ninja sword in the other, forming a large array of ninjas that could not be seen at a glance.

"We can talk about some things, you should very much want to know, and those things that only I can tell you, no one else has experienced, even if they are relayed, it is hearsay, unrecognizable. I know very well that you are a descendant of the Xia clan, and only you have the right to know all this. Summer Stone, Summer Stone, the names of the disciples of the Xia clan for less than three generations, I personally chose them for you. With my relationship with the Xia clan, how could I harm you?" Sang Qinghong said with some sadness.

"Pay for Chu Chu's life first. I responded coldly.

Sang Qinghong is a master of illusion, and I can't believe anything she says.

"Lose your life?" Sang Qinghong frowned, put the wildflower in his palm on the edge of the pool, and walked towards me.

I clenched the hilt of my sword, and my eyes fell on Sang Qinghong's neck.

Sha Lao Fist once said that "no move wins, there is a move" adage of technical strikes, any move is to knock down the opponent, kill the enemy, if you care too much about the technical routine, or completely consider the form, direction, and action of the next move, you will forget the original intention of the shot because you are too rigid about the form.

Just like now, I came here with the sole purpose of killing Sang Qinghong and ending this disaster.

Well, as long as my short knife cuts her large cervical artery, just one knife, and it will completely solve the problem.

"Why do you want me to pay for my life? Do you think that we should be responsible for all the dead? Every time we kill someone, we have to carry a human life on our backs to live in sorrow? Xia Shi, I really don't know how you can be such a pedantic person in the Xia clan? Think about how wise and martial your ancestors of the Xia family are, you should know how narrow your horizon is? How pale is your understanding?" Sang Qinghong walked out of the ninja formation and stood in front of me.

The wind came from afar, stirring her trench coat, fluttering and stretching, and the style was infinite.

I shook my head and gripped the handle tighter.

"Put down that knife, it doesn't belong to you. The Xia clan kills people and never uses other people's weapons, which will only tarnish the reputation of the Xia clan for three generations. Summer Stone, you touch your heart, think about the origin of this name-" She called my name again.

"What's the origin?" I said slowly, adjusting my breath.

When Sang Qinghong's lips were about to answer my question, I suddenly swung my knife and slashed at the side of her neck.

I was visibly aware that this time the knife was extremely clumsy, and that the strength did not originate from the dantian, flow through the body, run through the arms, and reach the palms of the wrists, and then the knife moved with the heart, the heart moved with the eyes, and slashed the enemy like a cloud of water - these theories seemed to have been taught by Sha Lao Fist, but I only knew what he said, I did not know his meaning, and I could not use them at all.

This knife, I just let my body spin rapidly, rushing straight over like a spinning top, and my eyes fell on Sang Qinghong's neck.

In half a second, my knife really slashed at Sang Qinghong's neck, but it was blocked by an Emei thorn gauntlet hook in her palm.

With a slight twist of her right wrist, the broken knife locked in the gauntlet flew diagonally out of my hand.

I'll admit that I'm not as good as a human being, and I can't kill her at all.

At this moment, the weapon was taken off, and I became extremely calm.

In fact, when a person sees death as his home, he is not afraid of anything, and completely treats death as if he were eating, playing or sleeping.

"You are really ignorant, every change I set up is not aimed at you. How could I attack you?You are the only male Ding Genmiao in the Xia clan, I will only protect you with all my might, Tianshi, come here, you come here......" Sang Qinghong stretched out her left hand to me, smiled and whispered, like an amiable big sister, facing a naughty and naughty little brother.

Unmoved, I slowly backed away, luring her out of the ninja formation.

The Jade Rakshasa is right behind me, as long as Sang Qinghong loses his left and right arms, he will be killed by the Jade Rakshasa in an instant.

"Come here, I have a lot to say to you, among them, there is the biggest secret of the Xia clan that you want to know, about the 'Divine Water Mirror', about everything that has happened in the past hundred years, about your grandfather and grandfather......" She followed step by step, as if she didn't see through my plan.

After about twenty steps back, I was already close to the cherry blossom forest again.

"Tianshi, do you know?'s 'Divine Appearance Water Mirror' is something that your grandfather has been pursuing all his life, and anyone who covets that treasure on the rivers and lakes only knows one thing, but not the other. You must know that the reason why each treasure is unique in the world is that it is not only for people to watch and enjoy, but more importantly, it has a huge divine power, as long as you find the trick, you can change the world. Your grandfather is a person with lofty ambitions, in the dim and turbid world of warlords and princes fighting a hundred years ago, he has long had insight into the world. He once told me that as long as he obtained the 'Divine Mirror', he would be able to fulfill his great wish, save the world, and achieve an ideal world. Sang Qinghong sighed as she spoke, as if she remembered the painful old past.

At first, I was on Chu Chu's side and went all out to fight against the Japanese illusionist sect, because I was Chinese, and the position I naturally stood on was the side of the Chinese, and I would definitely not merge into the ranks of traitors and lackeys.

Sang Qinghong's words made me a little confused, and when she reached out to me affectionately, I could hardly refuse.

"Who the hell are you?" I subconsciously began to continue to explore her identity, as if only after that identity was clear could I feel at ease.

"I am a friend of the Xia clan, a friend of the Xia clan for eternity, and I will never change. Sang Qinghong's tone became extremely sincere.

The knife is no longer in my hand, and now I am looking forward to the earth-shattering blow of the Jade Rakshasa after it is slain out of the cherry blossom forest. At the very least, someone must be held accountable for Chu Chu's death.

"Come, and I will tell you all things. Sang Qinghong said, stretching out her hands to me and approaching step by step.

With a bang, the fountain in the distance began to spray water, and the water sprayed out from the vase held by the slim beauty in the center of the pool, and after raising five meters, it sprinkled evenly in all directions.

Sang Qinghong looked back in amazement and looked at the pool water like spring rain.

There was one more person by the pool, and it was a jade rakshasa dressed in blood. She had taken the place where Sang Qinghong had sat before, and sat diagonally on the edge of the pool.

All the ghost-faced tricks have lost their control, and they all stand there, unable to advance or retreat.

Jade Rakshasa's approach was beyond my expectations, it seems that she is the one who has observed the situation most thoroughly, and in the shortest possible time, she has seen the weakest point of the Sang Qinghong Illusion Drama Array, and the alien army is prominent, and the soldiers occupy the important places in the formation without blood.

"You lost. I breathed a sigh of relief and took another step back, leaning my back against the trunk.

The illusionist's skills are really amazing, just now, I know that all the cherry blossom trees are conjured by Sang Qinghong's own strength, but the back is against it, and the trunk is hard, no different from the real trunk.

The world of thaumaturgy is vast, and I know that I don't even know the surface of thaumaturgy, and I still have a long way to go.

"Tianshi, there is no absolute right or wrong in the world, do you agree? There are good people among the wicked, and there are evil people among the good people. It's just that doing good or evil is only between people's thoughts. You are standing in the queue of Miao Jiang Gu Alchemists today, thinking that you are relying on the Master of Justice, but have you ever thought that any thaumaturgist who had been in the company of Gu Alchemists before would be expelled from the original sect and become a misdelict spurned by everyone on the rivers and lakes?

In the Central Plains, the reputation of Gu refiners is indeed not good, because everyone is afraid of Miao people's methods of falling into Gu, for fear that one will accidentally be plotted by Gu refiners. Therefore, the big sect of the gate simply closed the country and set up a door rule, strictly prohibiting disciples from being friends with Gu refining masters.

There have been many similar incidents in China's history. In almost every generation of rivers and lakes, there are tragic examples of famous and decent disciples who have been ruined and ruined because of their dealings with the people of the Demon Sect.

Sang Qinghong's words are not unreasonable, if it weren't for meeting Chu Chu, I would never have walked with someone like Blood and Gall Gu Po. In my eyes, Chu Chu is not a Gu refiner, but just a gentle and sensible little sister next door.

"Did you think you were 100% right when you killed Chu Chu?" I retorted loudly.

"Chu Chu killed the 'Nine Lives' person who was analyzed by the soul of Aunt Guan, did she do the right thing?" Sang Qinghong also asked me.

I shook my head and sneered: "Let's go back to the source slowly, the old man with the umbrella couldn't help but say that he assassinated the Blood Gall Gu Po in the elevator, what he did was not the cause of the melee?"

There is no regret medicine to take in the world, if there is, I would rather cut off one arm and exchange one for Chu Chu to save her life and eliminate all regrets.

"If you mention that old man, I have something to say. Their past is all related to Qushuiting Street, and each of them has a deep memory there, so when they die, their souls refuse to stay away, and they all haunt here. Aunt Guan is a good person, among the impermanent, she is a truly benevolent person, so she carries these stubborn souls on herself. The lonely ghosts and wild ghosts are the most pitiful, and it is the appearance of the official aunt that prevents these people from eventually becoming wild ghosts. Why did she do this? only because those souls all died at the hands of the Xia clan. They are unwilling, unwilling to admit defeat, and patrol both sides of the spring on Qushuiting Street all year round, waiting for the opportunity for revenge. If it weren't for Aunt Guan, you wouldn't have survived until now, and you would have been secretly asked for your life hundreds of times by these avengers. If we extrapolate it another 200 or 300 years, then the reincarnation entanglement between people will become infinitely complex, and it will be impossible to make sense of it. Tianshi, come to my side, only I will not harm you, because your surname is Xia, the future leader of the Xia clan. Sang Qinghong quickened his pace, and he arrived in front of me in a few steps.

I tried to dodge again, but I couldn't dodge anymore, and she grabbed my wrist by the splitter.

"Tianshi, come with me and stay away from those Miao people. She whispered.

"Why should I trust you? If you're not of my race, your heart must be different, won't you?" I jerked my arms to get rid of her, but her fingers were hooked and I wouldn't let go.

"You're wrong again, Tianshi, in Asia, except for the Han people, everyone else is a foreign race. Then, think about it carefully, in your eyes, the Yamato nation is a foreign race, and so are the Miao Jiang Gu Refiners. Now, you just need to recognize what you need, and there is no need to think about illusory dogmas such as justice and democracy. Come with me, only I can help you revitalize the Xia clan and become the leader of the thaumaturgical world again. This is the teachings and hopes of the ancestors of the Xia family, and they are all placed on the descendants of future generations to complete. Tianshi, you can't let them down, if you fail, the next generation is surrounded by high technology, and you can't have the patience to listen to these old stories, and there will be no descendants of the Xia family who follow the orders of their ancestors to embark on the road of revitalization-"

From her words, I suddenly realized that Sang Qinghong's thinking mode and ideology are completely different from the "nine lives" in the body of Aunt Guan.

At the moment, with Sang Qinghong's adaptability wisdom and lobbying eloquence, anyone will be moved by her and become a puppet of Japanese illusionists.

Then, she should not be a thaumaturgist of the same grade as the "Nine Lives", and she will never be one of the "Nine Lives", but a "person" who exists alone and is extremely real.

At this point, she still lied to me more or less and cleverly hid her identity.

"You are not an analyzed soul, you have always been real, and it has nothing to do with Aunt Guan. I want to know, what are you entrenched here for?" At this point, my deduction of Sang Qinghong's identity in my mind has been completed, and she is the chief designer and presidential leader of the Japanese thaumaturgists' attack.

"What do I want? What do I want? You really stopped me when you asked. Sang Qinghong ripped the strands of hair that had fallen from side to side, revealing a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar to me.

In the hallucinations, I saw her many times. This is her true face, a peerless female spy of World War II who attaches equal importance to beauty and wisdom.

"What I want is what the Xia clan wants. I am only grateful for the old feelings, so I will do everything possible to come back and lead you to the right path. Sang Qinghong replied.

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