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The man who sketches the clouds with one finger is also about to leave.

The clothier didn't stop him.

First, he felt that it was unnecessary, and secondly, with Qin Cang's current strength, if he didn't use more than seventy percent of his strength, it would be impossible to leave the latter, and even if he used more than seventy percent of his strength, unless he had the determination to judge life and death, the possibility of intercepting Qin Cang would not be too great.

Bound by the soul contract, he can't do it recklessly after all.

That punch half a year ago was both a test and a search for answers.

The blood that flowed so soon after the punch was a price he could have managed.

If he wants to expand the scope, the cost will also increase.

No matter what Qin Cang's path is, if the alliance between the two has not been dissolved for a day, there is no need to make a stalemate.

Demoiselle understands this very well.

So Qin Cang walked very directly, and he sent it very simply.

He stirred up the surging waves with the long line that had not caught a single fish for half a year, forming a beautiful and sacred avenue between the sky and the sea.

There is no end in sight to the sea, and there is no end in sight in the way.

But he knew that once Qin Cang walked up, he would definitely go to a region far away from the Demon Gate through this road.

There may not be Qingyun or Sword Pavilion there, but most of them will have what Qin Cang needs.

If you go, you will be safe.

He hoped that Qin Cang would be at peace with what he encountered.

Because he doesn't want to see the chaos in the world yet.

No shirk, no doubts.

Qin Cang walked up leisurely like this, stepping on the sea water with every step, but he always gave people a sense of ethereal walking in the air.

He didn't look back after he walked up, as if he didn't have any nostalgia for everything here.

The clothed guest smiled very openly this time, since Qin Cang still didn't want to take the initiative too much when he left, he didn't mind adding fuel to the fire.

"Hey, Qingyun, you haven't told me what your real name is?"

The voice spread far away, between the sky and the sea, Qin Cang did not stop his steps, still moving forward with his hands behind his back, but after he heard this, he quickly wrapped his voice with spiritual power, and asked in the air: "Didn't you tell me either?"

The clothier seemed to have expected this scene a long time ago, and immediately replied: "It's not that I don't tell you, but I haven't used my real name for so many years, and I myself have forgotten what my original name was, and I only remember a surname." If you don't believe me, I'm helpless. ”

Qin Cang, who had his back to the clothed guest, pulled the corners of his mouth, doubting his faith.

After a moment of silence, Qin Cang quickly said, "Then you can tell me your surname." ”

But the clothed guest said, "I told you a long time ago. ”

"Oh, why am I not impressed?"

"The end of the world, the red candle of the cape. You pronounce this poem so catchily, is it difficult to grasp a word from it?"

Hearing this, Qin Cang pondered and asked tentatively, "Yi?"

The coat was silent, apparently by default.

Qin Cang suddenly laughed, and said in the tone of the Red Candle Weng: "I can't imagine that you, a fisherman, are not only peculiar in your temperament and ability, but also in your surname. ”

The laughter is soft, but it is endless, forming an echo, like a tide between the sky and the sea.

The clothed guest frowned suddenly, not because of Qin Cang's laughter, but because of his movements.

He paced on without the slightest intention of stopping, much less answering the question he had asked.

"Just walked away so generously?"

Qin Cang didn't reply, but as before, he pointed upward.

The green clouds have dispersed, and the white clouds are gone.

The gloomy sky turned into a clear sky, but it was a cloudless clear sky, which looked both vast and monotonous under the reflection of Qin Cang's finger.

Seeing this scene, his first reaction was not an accident, but a guess based on his own feelings: "God, your real name is Qin Tian?"

With his back to the clothed guest, Qin Cang, who was traveling farther and farther, shook his head.

The clothes guest's eyes flickered, and he was about to ask, but Qin Cang had already said loudly: "The blue man is also the sky." ”

"Qin Cang......" Lingyi muttered, suddenly his heart shook, and he was extremely surprised: "You are the disciple of the Qingyun Sword Pavilion Wujian Peak Master Feng Drunken Dust?"

"Why, not like?"

"No, not at all! Although Feng Zuchen's reputation can't reach the transcendent realm depicted in his name, it is impossible for him to take the initiative to enter the Demon Dao, I thought that you should have a lot to do with the Demon Sword Peak Peak Peak Master Cheng Wudao, who would have thought ...... it?"

The words of the clothier were not finished, but Qin Cang knew what the clothier wanted to say, but this time he was no longer going to talk about it according to the idea of the clothier.

"If you have the opportunity, call the Red Candle Weng and come to Wujian Peak, I will serve you tea, of course, if you want to drink three hundred cups like my master, I will also accompany you. ”

The clothed guest looked at Qin Cang's disappearing back and sighed: "Although you are strong, after all, you can't represent all the righteous paths, and correspondingly, I can't represent all the demon paths." You and I alone may be able to turn the conflict into jade silk, but between the righteous and the demons, the battle between the Tao and the Law, how can there be such a harmonious day?!"

Qin Cang didn't say anything more.

for he had gone far enough that the clothed man could neither see nor hear.

He heard the long sigh of the clothed guest, but he could only listen to it, and he couldn't stop it or soothe it.

He could only wander through the realm of illusions, repeating himself, "Maybe." ”

......

Same time.

There are people who are also walking and confused.

The Rakshasa Sect Master, who had attained the power of the Enlightenment Realm, was not as high-spirited as she had imagined before, because the worries and worries in her heart had not decreased, but had increased.

Since Yu Xiejia's defeat, the Yang Demon Gate has collapsed like a mountain and is difficult to clean up, and during the time of Qin Cang's retreat, it has been carved up by the other seven demon gates, except for the ghost demon gate, which still maintains the nominal existence of the Yang Demon Gate because of Shen Yinzhu's relationship, the other sects are simply unscrupulously absorbing the resources and power of the original Yang Demon Gate.

The Rakshasa Demon Gate has a lot of profits, but the problems she needs to deal with are even greater.

The expansion of territory and the growth of power will inevitably require more talents to manage.

However, since the departure of Uncle Zhong, An Shizheng and others, there has been a very tricky fault in the management of the Rakshasa Demon Gate, whether it is the inner door or the outer door.

Even if the nine holy maidens are filled together, they can't fill the vacancy.

As a result, she had to shift her focus to people who had been selectively ignored or even ignored at all.

No matter how smart a person is, when he encounters this kind of thing that has to settle for the next best, he will have a headache.

She was no exception until someone approached her with a proposal.

It's really weird.

He was obviously the culprit in getting rid of An Shizheng and Uncle Zhong, which led to the lack of talents in the Rakshasa Demon Sect, but before leaving, he recommended many people to her, intending to help her fill the vacancy.

Yu Feixian was very surprised, especially when she opened the letter of recommendation that came with the wind and saw the first name marked in the letter, her surprise was like adding firewood, exuberant to the extreme!

Zheng Zhiqiu.

Very elegant name.

But what she doesn't like the most is someone who is deliberately elegant and doesn't have much ink in her chest.

Zheng Zhiqiu is one of the older disciples of this generation of Rakshasa Demon Sect disciples, but he has never been promoted to the inner gate, and he has only won the title of "Outer Gate Great Disciple" after a long time.

She was not impressed by this man, because she had learned from various sources that he was not of great talent.

Qin Cang recommended him, and it was not the seat of the outer sect elder, but the inner door elder.

She really wanted to find him and ask him face to face.

But she understood that when she received such a letter, Qin Cang would probably have left the Turbulent Sea, because he was not a person who liked to be tactful in a roundabout way.

Where did he go?

She didn't know, just as she didn't know if he would reap the value he deserved in the end.

The mountains and rivers are present, and the rakshasa returns.

but not for killing, but for dancing.

Looking forward to meeting the sound of the piano in the distance.

Faintly, it seemed that someone whispered: "Come back." ”

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