"Chang'e should repent of stealing the elixir, and the blue sea and blue sky are ...... at night"

In the second half of the night, the crescent moon was particularly bright, and the light was like frost on the land, adding a little loneliness to the silent night.

The drunken Wang Chen looked at the moon and sang this poem, with a little indifference in his emotion. Of course, if he had time, he was naturally willing to go up to the Moon Palace to see the mythical goddess of laurel and see what the goddess really looked like. Or talk to her about why she stole the elixir in the first place......

Immortality symbolizes endless lifespan, and endless lifespan represents cold loneliness.

"It's a good poem, it's infectious, but there's one thing you're wrong. Xiaohuan climbed onto the roof at some point, and sighed while lying down like Wang Chen.

"What's wrong?" Wang Chen wiped his eyes, his brain was not quick to react when he was drunk.

"Chang'e didn't regret stealing the elixir, nor did she feel lonely, she was very happy and happy in the Moon Palace. Xiaohuan's voice was very good, but it seemed a little ethereal to Wang Chen's ears, as if this voice was not the sound that should exist in this world at all.

Wang Chen wiped his eyes, then coughed slightly a few times, and his whole body smelled of alcohol......

He looked at Xiaohuan, and suddenly felt that Xiaohuan was very unreal, this unreality is indescribable, obviously she is next to you but you can't touch it.

"Ha, it seems that I am really drunk, this drunken and dreamy wine is really powerful, it can make me hallucinate......" turned over and muttered a few words, and then Wang Chen lay on the roof on all fours and finally fell asleep without any image.

"What a weirdo. Xiaohuan glanced at Wang Chen, and suddenly had a bit of a mischievous mentality. This shopkeeper is a swordsman, and a swordsman often does not leave his sword, what if the sword is gone?

Xiaohuan looked at the wooden sword on Wang Chen's waist and stretched out to touch it.

"Ding......

"What's going on......"

At this time, the wooden sword suddenly trembled, and it turned into powder under Xiaohuan's surprise, and the powder disappeared into an unknown distance with the moonlight and the wind, and Wang Chen no longer had a sword at his waist.

A swordsman without a sword?

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"With this sword, I want to cut off all fate, I hope that my fate will be up to me!" In a daze, Wang Chen finally entered a strange dream, which was all suffocating darkness and had no business.

He knew that this was in his own dream, he hadn't had such a dream for a long, long time, and every time he had such a dream, his kendo would hit a bottleneck, and if he didn't understand the true meaning in the dream, this bottleneck would always be stuck and unable to get out.

Beginners learn swords, as long as you understand all the swords, know how to swing the sword, know how to use the sword to restrain the opponent, know how to use the sword to become a strong man, but when you really enter the house, the meaning of the sword is completely extraordinary.

The sword has become a kind of way, and at the same time it has become a kind of demon, if you take the wrong path, you will fall into the demon and will not be able to enter, and even destroy yourself in the most serious cases.

The reason is very simple, people live in this world will always have a lot of desires, when your strength reaches a certain level, you can get everything you want, including eternal life! But if you indulge in it, your strength will be difficult to improve, and desire will make a person gradually forget his original meaning, and then gradually sink into the desire to forge ahead, and the final road is devastating.

When you really sink and can't extricate yourself, you fall into demons, and when you do, you will encounter a catastrophe and perish.

In the dark, Wang Chen was very calm, he didn't have a sword but he knew that he didn't need a sword, the sword was all around his body.

"My sword eleven should be the sword that cuts fate!"

In fact, Wang Chen didn't have any sword moves anymore, but each of his swords carried a kind of Dao, a kind of Dao that went against the sky.

The bottleneck of Sword Eleven actually existed very early, when Wang Chen crossed into this world, he already had a vague concept of Sword Ten = One, and he felt that he was about to touch the power of this sword, but for some reason, he couldn't break through it for a long time, and he kept stuck......

"But, why, why can't I break through?" Wang Chen questioned himself in the dark, the sword of fate could cut through all fetters and open up a new path for others, but Wang Chen found that he had no way to control it.

He has already gone against the Heavenly Dao, and even forcibly broken through the laws formulated by the Heavenly Dao, but why is it still not working?

"Could it be...... Could it be that I haven't changed anything at all?" Wang Chen lowered his head in the darkness, remembering his scene in the underworld......

Then, suddenly, he realized a heavy problem.

He, it seems, has not changed anything, everyone is walking in the established direction.

Did Sun Monkey change the fate of the monkeys by burning the book of life and death?

No, maybe Sun Monkey burned the book of life and death, everything was predestined.

"So what the hell have I changed?"

"I haven't changed anything......"

"It turns out that Sword Eleven is really not so easy to comprehend, hehe...... Forget it, I'm defeated......" Wang Chen laughed at himself helplessly, his soul was full of decadence......

This failure is uncomfortable.

He was low, low, and even caught up in it and couldn't break through......

It seemed like forever.

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"Wang Chen slept on the roof all night, hasn't he gotten up yet?" The curtain squinted at Wang Chen, who was still sleeping on his back, he understood that Zhang Tianhao and Wang Chen in the guest room had drunk, and Wang Chen had been like this since drinking.

"The shopkeeper doesn't seem to be able to wake up. Xiaohuan looked up at Wang Chen, who was still sleeping sweetly, and smiled, "But the way he sleeps is as cute as a child." ”

“......”

The roller shutter sensed that something was wrong in his heart, but he couldn't say it, and when he was about to carry Wang Chen off the roof and into the guest room, he was stopped by Xiaohuan.

"You'd better not touch him. ”

"Why?"

"I don't know, but I know you'd better not touch him and keep him asleep. ”

"Why should I believe you?" The curtain stared at Xiaohuan, not only was that Zhang Tianhao a little abnormal, but this Xiaohuan was also a little abnormal to him.

Both of them are too mysterious, so mysterious that he panics!

There must be something he didn't notice!

The roller shutter took a wary step back.

"Bearded, don't be too afraid, I guess the shopkeeper is having a dream, and if you wake up his dream, he'll be unhappy, well, it's raining?"

"It's raining?" "Rolling blinds were about to find something to shelter Wang Chen from the rain, when he suddenly found that Wang Chen was surrounded by a strange barrier, and the rain was avoided as if it was alive when it dripped to Wang Chen's side......

"You don't have to be afraid, you're much better than you. Xiaohuan glanced at the curtain, "Okay, why don't you go to work soon?"

"I don't need you to tell me!" Rolling Blind's face flushed slightly, and then he stared at Xiaohuan coldly and turned to leave.

"This is a man who doesn't understand the amorous feelings, and it's better to be a shopkeeper. Xiaohuan continued to look up at Wang Chen, with a little deep meaning in his eyes, "It's a pity, I have to lie down for a long time." ”