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The moon sinks in the west, and in the eastern sky, clusters of white clouds gather together, and there is a faint white light in the clouds, and the sky gradually turns red from hazy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The madman was still trapped in the formation, he was exhausted at the moment, his true qi was almost bottomed out, and he only relied on his will to persevere.

Han Chuang smashed down with a sword, stuck in the body of the madman, and heard him say: "Just grab it!"

The madman stared at him fiercely, and he didn't answer, but just slapped it with a palm, this palm had no speed and no power, and it seemed to be completely unfocused, of course, it was not in Han Chuang's eyes, Han Chuang turned to the side, that is, he dodged the palm wind, stabbed straight with his sword, and attacked the madman's chest.

Seeing this, the madman reluctantly used the peerless body method again, his legs and feet did not bend, his waist did not bend, he moved half a step out of thin air, and the blade of the sword stuck into his body.

However, the danger has not been lifted, and the key to the three-no-three-talent formation is that the three of them cooperate with each other, one enters to seize the opportunity, and the other two follow closely, not giving the opponent any respite.

The madman dodged the sword, suddenly felt his back light up, and said secretly: "Oops." "You don't have to look back to know that two weapons must be coming at him.

The strong wind howled, like a thin needle, stimulating the skin, the madman gritted his teeth, his body swirled, and he really saw a sword attacking him, this knife was a golden wire ring knife, and the sword was an inky Xiaoxiang sword. One black and one white, among the two bright lights, he could only block one of them.

Thinking about it in an instant, there was a result, although the sword was tricky, but it was far less lethal than the knife, the madman swung out a palm, slapped the blade of the knife, and listened to the sound of "dang", the blade was immediately shocked by him, and at the same time, the ink sword was already in the chest.

In the blink of an eye, the madman flashed sideways, giving way to the heart, and the long sword stabbed steadily into his shoulder.

Lotus frowned, pulled out the long sword, just now Chop Yuan only needs to adjust slightly, he can take this person down, but he didn't do it, Lotus stared at Cho Yuan, saw that he looked as usual, and didn't take it as a big deal, just a momentary negligence.

He stabbed the madman in the other shoulder with another sword, for example, a few points faster, and stabbed the madman in the other shoulder, his idea was simple, since he couldn't take his life, at least let him lose his combat effectiveness.

Although the idea is good, but the madman is not without the strength of a battle, as soon as the long sword is drawn from his shoulder, he immediately clicks on the shoulder to stop the bleeding, and then pinches his palm into a claw, and a grappling move meets the long sword.

Listening to the sound of "dang", the long sword was in the palm of the hand, as if it was on metal, and the madman leaned in and grabbed the lotus with two claws.

I only heard the sound of "whirring" twice, and the palm came with a fishy wind, and the pungent smell almost made the lotus vomit.

However, Lotus is a killer after all, the killer's endurance is top-notch, although the fishy wind makes him disgusting, but it is not enough to distract his spirit, in the face of a crisis, he is facing a sword, but the idea of exchanging injuries for injuries is the one.

As soon as the madman saw this sword piercing, his face immediately showed joy, and he did not continue to attack, but met the long sword with both palms. Lotus saw it clearly, and the true qi gathered in this palm was particularly amazing, and he secretly said in his heart: "Isn't it the last bit of true qi? This guy wants to be a trapped beast? ”

So he didn't rush to attack, but turned his long sword horizontally, showed his sword trick, and blocked it in his chest.

Listening to the sound of "dang", there was no imaginary earthquake, Lotus was shocked, and said secretly: "Oops!" It turns out that the madman's move seems to be fierce, but it is not a move to fight for his life, although his true qi is not good, but the control is there, the moment his palms are about to touch the long sword, the true qi is collected, and the sword body is pointed with virtual strength, and then the power of the shock rushes out, fleeing in the direction of the slashing yuan.

He could see that although these three no-three talent arrays were a weapon to trap people, they were not perfect. The perfect formation should be composed of three swordsmen, and now that one swordsman has been added, it seems nondescript.

So if there is any flaw in the formation, it must be on Chop Yuan, and for some reason, the madman feels that Cho Yuan has always struggled a little.

"If he had done his best, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to support it. The madman thought to himself.

Although the idea is good, but the behavior at this time in the hearts of Han Chuang and Lianhua is tantamount to throwing themselves into a net, it is true that Chopping Yuan is a flaw in the formation, if the madman had seen this earlier, when he had just been poisoned, he chose to break through from Chopping Yuan without hesitation, and if he suffered some injuries, he might also get out of trouble;

The Golden Silk Big Ring Knife is a flaw in the three-no-three talent array, but in one-on-one, it is a big killer, and they feel that Chopping Yuan may not be able to take down this person, but it is easy to stop him.

However,

Something surprising to them happened, the madman rushed towards Cho Yuan, but for some reason, Cho Yuan didn't stop him, just stunned and watched him pass by.

It's like a breeze that sweeps through his body, and when it passes, it passes.

Lotus was stunned to watch the back of the madman disappear into the poplar forest, and rushed towards the slash yuan angrily, which couldn't help but be angry, the plan was perfect, and the previous execution was also perfect, but he had a business trip on the doorstep, which was difficult for anyone to accept.

Lotus snatched up in front of Qi Yuan and scolded loudly, "What are you doing?"

Cho Yuan didn't speak, just stared at the lotus with a blank look.

Han Chuang walked over, pulled Lotus's sleeve, signaled him to calm down, and then said to Cho Yuan in a deep voice, "I need an explanation. ”

Chop Yuan hesitated for a moment, and finally a little light appeared in his eyes, but this light was more ashamed.

"He was too fast, I didn't stop. ”

Han Chuang shook his head and said, "It's not that you didn't stop him, but that you let him go." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes fell on Cho Yuan.

Chopping Yuan's body shook, and he said in a low voice, "I want to stop him, but I don't know why-"

"I don't know why I stopped, right!" Lotus said angrily, "Do you know that there is only one chance, and it is difficult to miss it to overcome him, let alone catch him and ask about Miss Lin's whereabouts!"

Lotus is a calm person, sometimes outsiders evaluate him as cold, and it is undoubtedly an incredible thing to make a cold and calm person lose his self-normality.

The stop of Chopping Yuan is such an incredible thing.

Han Chuang frowned, his eyes turned on Cho Yuan, he could read the dazedness from Cho Yuan's limbs, read the surprise and guilt, and even read a faint sadness, he keenly felt that Cho Yuan must have something in his heart, which could not be told or said to people.

Thinking of the mother who buried Yuan here, Han Chuang suddenly felt that everything suddenly became clear.

He walked up to Cho Yuan, looked him in the eye, and asked in a deep voice, "He's your relative, right?"

"What?" Chopping Yuan raised his head suddenly, looking at Han Chuang's eyes full of incredulity.

Han Chuang smiled and said, "It seems that I guessed correctly, that person is indeed your relative." After a pause, he ignored the desire to explain, and then said, "Who is he? Who are you? ”

Lotus also calmed down, recalling Cho Yuan's actions just now and the strange appearance when he entered the oasis, the context of the matter could not be clearer, for a person like Cho Yuan who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, only feelings will make him lose his judgment.

Lotus stood beside Han Chuang, stared at Cho Yuan, and said, "Say it, it's time to tell the truth." ”

Chopping Yuan glanced at the two of them, his gaze turned around on the faces of the others again, and finally fell on Han Chuang, only to hear him sigh and say, "That's right, that person is my father." ”

The first sentence was mediocre, Han Chuang had already guessed, but he didn't guess that person would be the father of Qi Yuan, and the second sentence made Han Chuang completely surprised.

"He's dead. ”

It is not terrible for people to die, but it is terrible that people do not know that they are dead.

The madman was wounded all the way and escaped from the poplar forest, and was relieved to see that no one was chasing him. He slowed down, panting heavily, and his body grew heavier.

Under the double pressure of Yue Rucao and injuries, even his iron body was overwhelmed.

At last he collapsed under a tree, a tree that could not be named, very tall and very large, and there were many very tall and very large trees in the oasis, but this one was so special that whenever the madman was injured, he would return to it as if the tree could relieve his injuries.

He sat in the shadow of the tree, leaning his back against the tree, feeling the bumpiness of his back, but he felt that it was like a woman's smooth skin, and he closed his eyes in intoxication.

"Are you hurt?" a woman's voice rang out.

Just listen to the voice to know that this is a gentle woman, gentle women have a beautiful voice, this voice is no exception, you can't describe it in words, if you have to say it, it's like a gust of wind outside the clouds.

The madman was not sure if anyone else could hear it, he was the only one who had been here, he was the only one who had heard it, it was so ethereal, as if it didn't exist, but it was just an auditory hallucination in the mind.

The madman has no doubt about this, because unlike the ordinary madman, who never admits that he is crazy and does not know that he is crazy, he knows very well that he is crazy.

When did it start? He had forgotten that there was only one line left in the memories of the past, a blurred line, and all the memories melted into the thread, and he knew that he had not lost those important things, but he also understood that it was very difficult to remember them.

The only thing he remembered was the gentle voice, which only came from under this strange tree.

"Yes, I'm hurt. The madman struggled to open his eyes and said with a smile.

In front of the owner of this voice, he did not need to hide his vulnerability, because she already knew that every time she showed her vulnerability, every time she was in pain, he would come under this tree, and the owner of the voice would enlighten him and comfort him.

He knew that the owner of the voice must know what he was, who he was, why he was here, but she never said much, and even protested with silence whenever the conversation touched on it.

At this moment, the madman will also fall into silence, he will think about the past in silence, and then hovering in his mind, there is only a sound of the piano, a gentle piano, gentle like a warm wind, mixed with a shadow of mourning, tugging at his heartstrings.

This is also the reason why he caught Lin Jiangxue and Qin Xiang'er, he caught the shadow of the past from their piano sounds.

And yet all this is an unspeakable secret, except for her, this woman, the owner of this voice. He didn't know who she was, but he was always able to open up to him, which was something extraordinary.

"How did it hurt?" said the woman, her tone like heartache.

The madman laughed, and replied, "It's nothing, a few little ones are plotting against me with poison, if I don't have poison—" Before he could speak, he coughed heavily.

In addition to the shoulder injury, he also suffered a lot of internal injuries, and it is obviously not possible to support such a rescue surrounded by Han Chuang and the three of them, without paying some price.

The woman was silent for a long time, and finally said, "Is the injury serious?"

"It's not heavy. The madman said weakly.

He didn't notice that a light appeared on the tree, enveloping his whole body, and the wound on his shoulder healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, none of which he cared about, all he cared about was the voice.

"It's just that the poison is a little troublesome. He frowned.

He can feel the emptiness of the dantian, this feeling makes him feel uneasy, no martial artist can still maintain his original mental state after losing his kung fu, he can stay calm, it's already good.

The woman said faintly: "Don't worry, it is the poison of the moon like grass, it will not cause any consequences in the future, and the toxin will disappear automatically in twelve hours." ”

The madman grinned and laughed: "That's good, the old man is still waiting for those boys to come to the door." ”

After a while, the woman suddenly spoke, "Why did they use poison against you?"

The madman laughed: "I captured their people." ”

The woman said, "Why are they being arrested?" ”

The madman was silent, as if chewing on the woman's words, and after a long time he spoke, "Because of the voice." ”

The woman said, "What sound?"

The madman said, "The sound of the piano." ”

The woman fell silent, and the madman knew that she must know what was bothering him, but she never said it, and he rarely asked. He knew that even if he asked, she wouldn't say.

But this time, he suddenly asked, "Did you play the piano?"

The woman didn't speak, pretending not to hear anything, but the madman prefers to take it as a tacit acquiescence.

Silence is like a contagious disease, and when one person starts, another person falls into it, and this state goes on for a long time.

The madman suddenly spoke, "Who the hell am I?"

There was no response, and the woman seemed to be gone, but the madman knew that she was still there, and his keen perception told him that the woman was still with him.

He asked, "Why am I here?"

The wind blows the leaves, making a rustling sound, and the sounds are connected like ocean waves.

Han Chuang frowned, his eyes staring at Cho Yuan, even if he had been prepared, he still didn't expect that there would be such a story on Cho Yuan.

It turned out to be Qi Yuan's father who captured Lin Jiangxue, and he was already dead.

"According to you, he didn't know he was dead?" asked Han Chuang.

Chopping Yuan hesitated for a moment and replied, "That's right, he doesn't know. ”

Han Chuang smiled and said, "But why do you know? A person is dead or alive, and even he doesn't know, so how do you know." ”

Chu Yuan lowered his head, and after a while, he spoke: "It was my master who said it." He told me that my mother was buried in the Tears of Karakum and that my father was dead—"

Jin Sanfu interrupted him: "But I can't see that he is a dead man." ”

Everyone also shook their heads together, and Ding Ding even said: "That uncle is obviously still alive, but his face is a little pale." ”

Han Chuang stared at Cho Yuan, hoping that he could explain.

Chopping Yuan said, "Have you ever heard of the living dead?"

Everyone shook their heads again, but Nie Qingqing seemed to have thought of something, and said, "I know about the living dead." ”

Han Chuang said, "You know?"

Nie Qingqing's face turned red, and he said in a low voice: "There are some messy classics hidden in the Evil Moon Sect, which record a lot of strange things, and I also saw them indiscriminately. ”

After a pause, Nie Qingqing frowned, and then said, "That's a piece of writing on a bamboo slip. Do you know what happens when people die?"

Jin Sanfu said: "It is said that there is a city of the dead in the corner of the world, and after death, people will go to the city of the dead to wash away the memories of their previous lives, and then reincarnate. ”

As soon as Wei Hongqiong heard this, she immediately trembled: "I don't want to wash away my memory, I'd rather know who I was in my previous life." ”

Jin Sanfu smiled bitterly and said: "My Miss Wei, this is not up to you, if everyone has the memory of their past life, then the world will not be chaotic?"

Nie Qingqing said: "That's right, this is a natural theorem, and it cannot be disobeyed. After a pause, he continued: "After death, people will go to the city of the dead, if they stay in the world for a long time, their souls will be scattered, but there is a kind of person who can prevent himself from entering reincarnation." ”

Han Chuang said, "Who is it?"

Nie Qingqing said: "That's what I call the living dead." After a pause, he continued: "It is said that only masters above the contemplation stage can become the living dead if they can place their souls on foreign treasures. ”

Jin Sanfu frowned, and said in a low voice: "You mean to say that based on foreign treasures, reforge the human body?"

Nie Qingqing was surprised: "You also know?"

Jin Sanfu said: "Although the Jin family is not strong, its business is all over the East, and it has collected a lot of strange classics. At this point, he smiled innocently, "I don't have any skills, I just like to read these things." ”

Nie Qingqing nodded and said, "That's right, the living dead are guided by strange treasures, plus various other precious materials and secret methods, to refine a person's body, and see their own soul enter it." ”

"Isn't that immortal?" Wei Hongqiong exclaimed.

Most of the reasons why human beings die are because of the decay of their bodies, and if the body is immortal like a treasure, isn't it immortality?

You must know that human cultivation is just to seek immortality, and since there is such a simple method, why bother to cultivate?

Nie Qingqing knew what Wei Hongqiong was thinking, and explained with a smile: "Immortality is not as easy as you think, although the soul is longer than the physical fire, it is not endless, and when the time comes, it will also weaken and dissipate." ”

Wei Hongqiong said: "The living dead can also prolong their lives." ”

Nie Qingqing shook his head and said, "That's not your body. After a pause, he continued: "It's like driving a carriage, a clever coachman can make the carriage like a palm, but after all, it is not his own body, and there is no feeling of blood connection;

Wei Hongqiong shook subconsciously.

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