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When Chu Zhongkuo returned to the realm of enlightenment, he could cut the river with one sword, but he may not be able to cut the sea with one sword.

Because you can never imagine what mysterious and powerful creatures and powers lurk beneath the deep blue waters.

Just like the red candle man, just like the red candle pavilion.

Even if those beings were always hidden and rarely seen, the waters would not have the calm of a stream.

People will not give up on such a natural place with many treasures.

The sun, moon and stars will not be willing to stay away from the endless sea.

But now it's special.

For although it was noon, the sky was very dark, and it rained before it rained, and there was neither the light of the sun nor the moon, nor the light of the spark.

Without the embellishments of light, the mystery and beauty of the sea seem to have not diminished in the slightest.

In a world that is so blue that it is almost black, wouldn't it be as if the sky and the sea were one?

Like, but no.

There was a wooden boat and a figure forming a dividing line between the sky and the sea.

The waves howled under his seat, and the wind whizzed around him.

Alone, alone.

As a dividing line, he also held a rod in his hand, and a thread was wrapped around the pole, and the line was placed far away, diving to the bottom of the sea, so far that it seemed that there was no end.

He looked like he was fishing.

Because except for those who are dedicated to fishing, they will not have such good patience, just with a boat, a line, you can continue to cycle in the morning, noon and evening, listen to the rolling of the waves, watch the coming and going of the tide, and associate the ups and downs of life.

But he didn't look like he was fishing.

Because there is neither bait nor a sharp blade on that line, it cannot attract or hurt fish.

The wooden boat remained parked on the shore and did not paddle.

As for himself, he didn't have enough strength for a moment, like a bored person passing the time in a boring way.

There are not many people in the world who have this kind of quirk.

There must be one in the area of Chaos Island.

That's naturally the Clothier.

The clothed man, who is known as coming from the end of the world, seems to be really close to the end of the world at the moment, so close that he can easily pluck a piece of cloud from the sky with a small thought.

There are many people who look at the clouds, but there are absolutely few people who pick the clouds.

Most of the time what people lack is not ideas, but the ability, the ability to make up dreams and change reality.

Does Lyric have this ability?

Of course there is, but not infinitely, but finitely.

He still needs to wait, not only for the right time, but also for someone who can swim down the river and swim against the current in that opportunity.

He once thought that there was no such person in the world, and even if there were, he would not meet it.

The twilight of the hero is very understandable.

That kind of twilight is not only aimed at the body, but also for the heart, and even now, although he still doesn't quite understand the meaning of Qin Cang's "heart death is big, body death is small", but it is undeniable that he knows what kind of inhuman pain heart death means.

Back then, he saved the red candle Weng.

But in fact, the Red Candle also saved him.

One is the body that is saved, and the other is the heart that is saved.

Death of body and death of heart is great.

The blood turns into a glacier, and the green silk becomes a gorgeous hair.

This is his understanding, this is his thinking.

Based on Lingyike's own experience, he was fully qualified to instill such a truth in Qin Cang, but he didn't, not because the Tao was different and not conspired with each other, but he knew very well that although Qin Cang was not narrow-minded, unless Qin Cang suffered a major stimulus and changed his hexagram, his perception of life and paranoia about the path could not be reversed by manpower.

Such a person is definitely qualified to become a powerful demon, and he is definitely qualified to give him great expectations!

But...... After all, it was difficult for him to be completely at ease.

Because neither he nor the Red Candle Weng knew that if Qin Cang kept going on so paranoidly, what huge hidden dangers would be buried while gaining strength, and what kind of final chapter would those hidden dangers constitute in the end?

Death, just one word.

That's not terrible.

What is terrifying is the form that this word produces when it merges with reality and the impact behind it.

Spring grows and summer is prosperous, autumn withers and winter disappears.

He has gone through countless seasons of life and death, and he always has a sensitivity to the topic of life and death that others can't reach.

Out of this sensitivity, when he became an ally with Qin Cang and signed a soul contract, he still transformed into a clone, and took advantage of Qin Cang's refining of the Eight Desolation Demon Beads to launch that magic fist.

Also because of this sensitivity, he quickly turned around and left after punching out, and protected Qin Cang outside the door with the Red Candle Weng, until he confirmed that Qin Cang would not make any more mistakes in the refining process, he left the Red Candle Pavilion, came to the beach, sat on the wooden boat, and released the longest fishing line ever.

There is a release, but there is no harvest.

This has been the case for six months.

He fished this time, and he fished all the spring.

He waited and waited for a storm.

The red candle Weng named the medicinal herb he personally refined as the turmoil, and at the request of Qin Cang, he gave Chu Zhongkuo a lot.

Chu Zhongkuo also took advantage of the chaos to cut the chain of gods and demons that the red candle Weng used to trap Qin Cang at that time.

But the meaning of that knife's sneak attack was too strong, and it was better than surprise, and on the whole, it was neither a mess that could make Red Candle's heart palpitate, nor a mess that could make him tremble.

Now the wind has not risen, the waves have not been born, but he has begun to mess up.

Mess up the square inch, mess up the mind, and even mess up the Dao!

It had been a long time since he had felt such a disturbed feeling, so that when it suddenly appeared in his heart, he immediately felt like he had taken out all his frustration on all the living beings in the vicinity.

That's a primal desire, called killing!

The intention is not the killing intent, but the heart is already the killing intent, and the clothed guest simply wants to grab his heart and see what it has suffered.

This crazy thought once surpassed the fear of death, and at the same time that the body of the clothed guest trembled, he was a little eager to try.

However, when he really wanted to put the free palm on his heart, another hand that did not belong to him grabbed his wrist first.

The clothier was stunned.

When he reacted, the first thing he noticed was not the back of his hand, which looked very smooth and white, but the strong force that grabbed his wrist, which was equivalent to controlling most of his mobility.

He tried to urge the spiritual power to break free, but gradually found that every time the power he invested was stronger, the green tendons on the back of the opponent's hand would bulge a point, always suppressing him, and the use was not all spiritual power, mixed with many powers that were not even unfamiliar to him.

Aside from spiritual power, the only power he felt familiar with had not allowed him to settle down and calmly think about how to crack it.

Because, that's magic, enough magic to sweep away the Eight Desolations!

When he sensed the power contained in the palm of this hand, he didn't need to turn around, he didn't need to look back, he already knew the identity of the person who came.

"Fast enough, accurate enough, strong enough!"

Silence is silent.

In an instant, he made three evaluations in a row, all of which were praises.

But the person who came was not complacent at all, let alone arrogant, but slowly let go of the palm that grabbed the wrist of the clothier, and said, "When the time comes, I can be more ruthless!"

The eyelids of the clothed guest jumped, and then he actually laughed back: "You are a demon now, not a qin demon, but a demon who will sweep away the Eight Desolations, and it is understandable to be more vicious." ”

Before boarding the wooden boat, Qin Cang, who had not yet sat down, sneered and said, "If this is a world that only needs kindness and good deeds, who would be willing to do something vicious?"

Hearing this, he stopped his hand movements and asked tentatively, "Do you regret it?"

Ignoring why the good horses turned into four hundred horses in the mouth of the clothed guest, Qin Cang patted the dusty white clothes on his body, sat down, and asked: "There is no if world, how can I have to increase my troubles and regret in vain?"

The clothier nodded and said, "Yes...... If you regret it, you won't be in front of me, and you won't have such a strong magic. ”

After a pause, he asked again, "Having said that, what kind of realm has your cultivation reached now?"

Qin Cang was slightly surprised: "You can't see it?"

The clothed guest looked embarrassed and said: "I should have seen it, but the power in your body is too complicated, and you are a weirdo who almost depends on your mood how much you speak. ”

Qin Cang said: "Sometimes it's a good thing not to be sober, if I can not be sober, I won't have so much psychological burden, and I won't remember the magic fist that your clone blasted at me half a year ago." ”

The clothed guest grinned and said with a smile: "What? Do you want to repeat the old trick again, and return me a sword as soon as you get out of the customs?"

Qin Cang shook his head.

Then the clothed guest wondered, "Then why are you mentioning it?"

"I mention it so that you can focus on your magic fist, not on the murderous intent that appears out of nowhere. ”

The expression of the clothed guest changed slightly: "You can also see this?"

Qin Cang smiled: "How could I not see the means I used myself?"

The clothes rolled his eyes, reached out to help his downward hanging hat, and muttered, "You are really still a very vindictive person in your bones......

The smile on Qin Cang's face was even worse: "But you won't be afraid of me, and you don't need to be afraid of me, because you and I are not enemies, we were not before, we are not now, and we will not be in the future." ”

"It's best not to talk too much. ”

Qin Cang said: "Full is overflowing, I understand this truth, but I understand your way better." ”

The clothed guest coughed, shifted the conversation, and asked, "What did you say to the Red Candle after you left the customs, and what did he say to you?"

Qin Cang said: "I didn't greet him too much, I only gave him a special envelope, there was no letter in it, only the furious sword magic power I left, all the power will explode the moment the envelope is opened." ”

"You're going to him?!"

"Am I going to be that boring?"

"Then you are ......"

"What he left for his good apprentice, after all, there is still a certain grudge between me and her. ”

"What if he doesn't hand it over?"

"He won't. It is difficult for a crazy person to control his curiosity, but after I told him that he should be handed over to his apprentice at least two or three years later, he is curious and suspicious at the same time, even if you go back and tell him that there is only one sword in the letter, he will be suspicious and wait until the time is right to hand it over to his apprentice to reveal the answer. ”

The clothed guest couldn't help but be puzzled: "Why do you have to wait for at least two or three years?"

Qin Cangsen smiled and said, "Because if she comes into contact too early, even if she doesn't die, she is destined to be a waste person in this life." ”

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