When the light tears through the darkness, the light will come again.

The light, which had been obscured by the quail's cloak, suddenly reappeared, and the sword, which had looked obscure just now, also became brighter.

Seeing that it does not glow, but at this moment, the light is shining on the sword, blooming with a different kind of light.

Han Chuang finally broke through the shackles of the hundred-knotted quail clothes, and the method he used was extremely simple, as if he only had a sword, but the ears of the above official pavilion could hear that it was more than just a sword.

Rather, it was a myriad of slight, almost undetectable sword momentum mixed together, and one sword was equal to countless swords.

And then—

Just like seeing the sun through the clouds, the clouds disappear and the rain disappears, the light returns to the earth, Shangguan Ting feels that his strength suddenly disappears, and he is almost unstable on his feet.

At this moment, the sword wind roared, and the sharp sword qi hit Shangguan Ting's skin, and he could clearly feel the stinging pain from the skin.

It was not just a pain on the surface, but a sting that was born on the surface but seeped into the heart.

His green jade staff slowed down by half a step, and finally slowed down by half a step.

It was this slow half-step that made him lose the chance to win, and in the blink of an eye, Han Chuang's soft sword had already reached his throat.

Buzzing!

The sword roared still, like a victory greeting, Shangguan Ting couldn't see it, but he could feel the opponent laughing again, not the kind of sarcastic and cold laughter, but a pure victory laugh.

"I lost. Shangguan Ting sighed and finally said this.

He understood what this sentence meant, it not only meant that he had lost, but also that the entire Luoxia Sect had been completely eliminated from the Linglong Festival, and the last match with the Qingzhu Sect would become meaningless, even if they won, it would not happen.

And are they likely to win?

Shangguan Ting smiled bitterly. Perhaps before the appearance of that mysterious treasure, Shangguan Ting still had some hope in his heart, but after the appearance of that Buddha bead, all hope came to naught.

Shangguan Pavilion admits defeat, and the rest of the Luoxia Sect also lost their fighting spirit, and was soon taken down by Jin Sanfu and others, and a hard-blowing battle ended, which also marked that the previous least favored Yunzhou City main team was far ahead in the group belonging to the Chixia Sect.

It can be said that half of their feet have already appeared, and they have not said that they will definitely appear, because in the last game, they will face the powerful opponent of the Naked Sect, Yan Chiyang will definitely go all out, because only by defeating them, the Chixia Sect can enter the Linglong Pagoda, and this is precisely the most important thing for the Chixia Sect.

Night, silent.

There are very few real nights in cities that never sleep, and even fewer silent nights.

But now it was a silent night, as if all entertainment had ceased, and the original noise had disappeared into the silence of the whole city.

Han Chuang believes that at this moment, those teams that have lost twice have no intention of playing around at all, they only hope to win a victory as a decent end, while the teams with two wins hope to get a perfect ending; as for those who win and lose, they will have some apprehension, their fate is uncertain, and no one knows if they can stay in the city that never sleeps when the sun sets tomorrow.

Some will stay, some will go.

But there is no doubt that everyone is carefully preparing for the final match, even Han Chuang is no exception.

The way he prepares for jousting is particularly special – drinking.

As if only alcohol could make him forget about nervousness, in fact, it was exactly that.

Monk Zizhu gave him a pot of wine, but he drank it in a big gulp like a cow chewing a peony, and the monk Zizhu shook his head again and again.

And he didn't care, isn't the wine just for drinking, and how to drink it is my business.

The amber liquid rippled at the bottom of the glass, and a shadow suddenly appeared on the surface of the wine, not Han Chuang's shadow, but a bald monk.

In some cases, when you want to look for him, you can't find him when you break your head, and when you don't want to see him, he will suddenly appear in front of you.

Not being a monk is such a person.

He carried the wine jug in his hand, sat down in the chair opposite Han Chuang with a big grin, and said with a smile: "It's too boring to drink alone, why don't I accompany you." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Han Chuang to agree, he poured a glass of wine from his own wine jug, he raised his wine glass and signaled from afar.

The unmonkable monk in Han Chuang's eyes had changed into three people, he wasn't sure if there were three monks himself, or if he was drunk, but he still raised his wine glass, and collided with the monk's wine glass accurately, making a loud sound, even the Zizhu monk who was busy at the counter couldn't help but cast a puzzled look here.

Of course, it was only for a moment, and after a split second, everything was normal.

Han Chuang raised his head and drank the wine, lit up the empty wine bottle, and said with a smile: "You have appeared again, you have appeared when you shouldn't have appeared, and you can't bring me any surprises." ”

The monk laughed, laughed out of his eyes, and bent over with laughter.

Han Chuang stopped smiling, his expression was serious, and his eyes returned to normal, he stared at the handsome face of the monk with a serious look, as if he wanted to find something hidden from that ruddy face.

But in the end, he gave up, not because he couldn't see any clues, but because he didn't want to peep anymore, any attempt to peep was extremely energy-consuming, and all he had to do now was to conserve his energy.

He closed his eyes.

No matter how small the monk is, it is as if he has seen something funny, or his face itself looks like he is laughing, and laughter has become a kind of nature.

He said lightly: "You don't ask me why I came?"

Han Chuang didn't open his eyes, and said in an indifferent tone, "You'll tell me, won't you?"

Monk Bu laughed again: "Did anyone say that you are a strange person?"

Han Chuang smiled, "Did anyone say that you are a strange monk?"

The monk said with a smile: "There are strange monks in the Beihai Zen Temple, there are many strange ones, and it is normal." He let out a long sigh and said, "Like me, he is the most ordinary one, so ordinary that he has no characteristics. ”

"How could they send the most ordinary person to complete the most important task?" Han Chuang's tone was full of ridicule, "Or did they not pay attention to the demons at all?"

The monk smiled, "No one takes the demon in their eyes," after a pause, "they always keep it in their hearts, it is an indelible nightmare that haunts their hearts." ’

Han Chuang laughed, opened his eyes, stared at Monk Bu, and said, "Can I think that the heart demon has left a nightmare in your hearts before it was born. ”

The smile on the monk's face vanished, his expression became serious, solemn, and even a little confused, and you could see an invisible beast in those black burning eyes, and this beast was roaring incessantly.

Han Chuang didn't speak, but stared at the monk, like a ghost.

Monk Bu sighed and said, "It seems that you really said it, it has not yet been born, and it has planted an indelible nightmare in our hearts. ”

Han Chuang shook his head and said, "Maybe sealing it up is a wrong decision in itself, whether it is or not, karma will arise in people's hearts, so what's the difference between being there and not being?"

This is also something that Han Chuang only thought of when he was just drinking; martial arts cultivation itself is a process of constantly breaking through oneself, and when kung fu is later, what is refined is the heart of martial arts, and the fewer flaws in the soul, the higher the achievement will be in the future, and how to temper the soul to no flaws.

Han Chuang thought to himself, that would need to be tested again and again.

Perhaps the demons themselves are a test brought by nature to human beings, a threat and a help.

Han Chuang stared at the non-monk, and said lightly with the intention of wine: "Maybe the heart demon is not good or bad, if you defeat it, it is your most powerful help, but if you give in, it will really become a demon."

Do not be a monk to listen and be silent.

It was a possibility he had never heard anyone talk about, and it scared him—of course, when a crack appeared in the creed that a man had built for nearly twenty years, it was bound to be the beginning of a mental breakdown.

Whether the demons are good or bad doesn't seem to matter anymore.

Monk Bu sighed and said, "I really wanted to find some words to refute you, but I suddenly found that any language is pale, and I can't tell whether what you say is right or wrong, but I know that sealing the heart demon is the ancestral training of the Beihai Zen Temple, and it is also my task." ”

"I can't let my three years of hard work go to waste, you know?"

With a bang, the flask landed on the table.

It was the Zizhu monk, who appeared at the table like a ghost and put down a pot of wine. He was staring at Han Chuang with a strange look, a little hopeful and a little worried.

But in a split second, he left, as silently as he had arrived.

The monk smiled and said to Han Chuang, "He is a master. ”

Han Chuang knew that the monk didn't want to talk about the topic just now, so he also cooperated: "That's right, he is a master. ”

Monk Bu smiled again and said, "Don't you think it's a strange thing for a master to appear in this inn?"

Han Chuang's gaze wandered over the non-monk, and he said after a while, "Aren't you a master?"

"Hahaha," Monk Bu laughed, "In front of him, how can I be called a master?" He glanced at Monk Zizhu with slanted eyes, the words of the two were not deliberately concealed, and the voices were also normal, he didn't believe that Monk Zizhu hadn't seen it.

Anyone who hears talking about their topic will unconsciously show some reactions that are different from usual, but Monk Zizhu has no such reactions at all, he seems to be extremely normal, still doing his own thing in an orderly manner.

Monk Bu smiled and said to Han Chuang, "Do you see it, he is very special." ”

Han Chuang glanced at Monk Zizhu, and for some reason, at this moment, he actually saw a hint of familiarity in Monk Zizhu, as if they had known each other a long time ago.

However, it was ridiculous, and he was pretty sure he had never seen such a special person.

He turned his head to look at the monk and laughed: "Other people's affairs, especially other people's affairs, what are you doing with this old relationship." The Linglong grand event began, and it was not surprising that all kinds of cows, ghosts, snakes and gods appeared. After a pause, he stared at the monk with a strange smile, "Aren't you too? ”

"You're right, I'm a special person. The monk laughed and raised his glass, "Don't talk about that, cheers." ”

Han Chuang stared into his eyes, those black burning eyes seemed to be radiating light outward.

What kind of light is that?

Han Chuang didn't know, and he didn't know either, he wasn't sure what kind of mark his words would leave in the heart of the monk.

All he knew was—

I just know how to drink.

"!"

He raised his glass and slammed it into the one that was hanging in the air, and with a bang, the wine splashed on the back of his hand, and it was cold.