It was two years ago since Liu Xunxiang last painted, and now he sees that he is about to enter the Tao at the end stage, so Liu Xunxiang wants to see how far he is from the Tao in his heart.

The night is getting darker, Liu Xunxiang doesn't know how much time has passed, he doesn't know what he painted, and he didn't deliberately guide his consciousness to draw anything, all he did was walk on the paper with his own feelings.

"Crazy Taoism, attachment to Taoism, then what is my Taoism......

Gradually, a light ink shadow appeared on this piece of paper, the color of this ink shadow was the darkest at the beginning, and the more it arrived, the lighter the ink color became, and at the end, there was almost no shadow of ink.

After a long time, the pen stopped, Liu Xunxiang slowly opened his eyes, looked at the stroke on the paper, shook his head and smiled, other people's Taoism is so strong, his own Taoism, is this "one".

Putting down the pen, Liu Xunxiang walked to the window a little melancholy, looking at the bright moon in the sky above, and suddenly, a thick surprise flashed in his eyes.

He clearly remembered that when he first painted, it was not the first half of the night, but now the moonlight in the sky has passed the second half of the night!

In other words, it took him almost two hours to draw just this one "one".

But he obviously felt that he had only taken a few breaths....

Liu Xunxiang turned around and picked up the paper again, looking at the ink marks on it, the bright color in her eyes became heavier and heavier.

After a while, Liu Xunxiang took a deep breath, took out dozens of pieces of paper and laid them on the desktop, this time, he had an idea, he wanted to continue painting, and it was not a single person or thing, he wanted to draw many, many times....

Ten years in the world, the period of entering the Tao is approaching, and now he has seen the so-called Tao, so this time he is ready to use the huge number of paintings to push himself to the limit.

With the help of the moment of breaking through the limit, thus, in one fell swoop!

If you don't go crazy, you won't survive.

The pupils in Liu Xunxiang's eyes trembled slightly, even if she failed in the end, but after the limit of this time, she should be able to make herself go further on the road of the distance road.

In this way, as long as the aura is enough in the future, he can find an opportunity to enter the Dao and transform the spirit at any time.

And what he wants to paint today is the person he remembers, since he embarked on the path of cultivation, everyone he has killed so far!

Liu Xunxiang left home at the age of ten, and was attacked and killed on a rainy night when he went to the National Church, during which his hands were always clean and white, without a trace of blood.

His real bloody path was after he was reborn from death....

And the first person he killed was the Huadan Realm monk in the tomb of Wang Panshan, Ma Xiong Mountain.

At that time, Ma Xiong Mountain, the body was first devoured by the remnant spirit, and then suffered a heavy blow by Zhao Datian, after the cemetery collapsed, he fled to the ground for nine deaths, and was destroyed by the monks who came to search here, and his cultivation almost collapsed.

But even so, it was still very laborious for Liu Xunxiang to kill him at that time, and he used almost all means to consume him to death little by little.

Soon, the portrait of Ma Xiongshan appeared on his painting paper, especially the hideousness on Ma Xiongshan's face and the horror in his eyes.

Looking at the portrait of Ma Xiongshan, Liu Xunxiang's face was calm, if it weren't for Ma Xiongshan's greed for the fetus in his body, how could he die in his own hands in the end.

Throwing the portrait of Ma Xiongshan aside, Liu Xunxiang started the second portrait, the man in this portrait is thin, with slightly higher cheekbones, looking like a sharp-eared monkey gill, in the man's hand, he is also holding a small box the size of a palm, and in this small box is a round pill.

This person is the second person Liu Xunxiang stepped into the cultivation realm and killed, the Great Qin Wanxiong Guan Yin Guan soldier, Li Li.

Liu Xunxiang first entered the Yin Pass that day, and was led by a soldier named Zhang Hua to go through the procedures for quasi-riding, but he met this person when receiving the pill, this Li Li was arrogant and domineering because he was backed by Zhang Huai, and after he lost, he tried to sneak attack and kill Liu Xunxiang.

If it weren't for Zhang Hua resisting the fatal blow for him, I'm afraid that Liu Xunxiang would have ushered in his second death after being reborn at that time.

But it is precisely because of Li Li that Liu Xunxiang can understand the sinister nature of this cultivation realm, and it is precisely because of Zhang Hua's death that Liu Xunxiang learned the truth that those who commit crimes against me will be killed in the following days.

Throwing Li Li's portrait aside, Liu Xunxiang's hand did not stop, this third painting is also a young man, this man is Li Li's backer, killing thousands of people to ride Zhang Huai.

Thinking of this Zhang Huai, Liu Xunxiang's heart was full of waves, at that time, Zhang Huai because of Li Li's death, he failed to be promoted to the main horse, so that all this hatred was counted on Liu Xunxiang's head, and when Liu Xunxiang was in retreat, he killed his subordinate maid in the quasi-riding mansion.

And it is this Zhang Huai who taught himself the truth that if you kill someone, you must kill them, otherwise, they will be like poisonous snakes watching around you at any time, and they will spread their resentment on the people around you like mad dogs. fantasy

The corpses of the Quasi-Riding Mansion kept flashing in Liu Xunxiang's mind, and the pen in his hand was getting faster and faster, and with only half a cup of tea, Zhang Huai's portrait had been completely drawn.

Looking at the sinister smile on the corner of Zhang Huai's mouth, Liu Xunxiang let out a slight sigh, jealousy and hatred often make people lose their minds, and once they become crazy, they will not be far from destruction.

Portraits are formed under Liu Xunxiang's pen, and after each painting, he will put it aside, and slowly, there are more and more finished paintings on the side, and in these paintings, there is also a trace of meager murderous aura, these murderous single sheets are very thin, but as more and more paintings are made, this murderous aura becomes more and more heavy.

Faintly, this invisible murderous aura has already begun to have a faint red mist on the painting....

Outside the shop, on Qingyun Street, the wind began to rise, and the leaves rustled by the wind, in this silent night, it was like the laughter of a madman, which was terrifying.

At this time, in the Zhou blacksmith shop across the wall from Liu Xunxiang, Tie Niu subconsciously wrapped the quilt around his body, and in the dark, he could vaguely hear Tie Niu's whisper in his dream: "Dog days, why is it so cold...."

Liu Xunxiang didn't notice this, at this moment, he was completely immersed in the painting, and the only thing he wanted to do now was to draw all the people in his memory one by one.

There were more and more papers piled up next to him, and the murderous aura on the paper became heavier and heavier, Liu Xunxiang's hands became faster and faster, and bloodshot eyes gradually began to appear......

Painting is a hard work that takes a lot of energy, not to mention painting like Liu Xunxiang who doesn't rest for a moment, this state is close to madness.

As more and more characters were painted, Liu Xunxiang felt as if her spiritual sense had jumped out of her body, like a spectator, sitting on the edge of her own memory, silently looking at these pictures that appeared in her mind.

From weak to strong, from an ignorant child back then, to today, a strong Huadan at the city lord level.

He listened to the sloppy old man's flickering, walked out of the town, experienced death, and retrieved his life from the evil cultivators in the Soul Realm, he experienced parting, buried the sloppy old man and the old man surnamed Xin, and embarked on the journey alone.

In Daqin, he was alone, struggling to survive in the fog of Daqin, and entered the Great Qin Killing God Thousand Riders, thinking that he could cultivate well, and when his cultivation was successful, he could go home.

As a result, I didn't expect that killing gods and riding thousands of people is a purgatory that escapes alive, in it, there is no humanity at all, everyone is raised like Gu worms, if you don't eat others today, others will come to eat you tomorrow.

In order to protect himself, or for the slightest kindness that may exist in his heart, he killed Zhang Huai.

Then he was banished to Yangguan by Bai Xingtian, where he got acquainted with the Ping An Dart Bureau, followed them to the rivers and lakes, and fulfilled his childhood dream, but he didn't think that this line of work completely turned his fate upside down.

He meets his childhood enemy, the notorious force that he killed on a rainy night when he was ten years old, the Serpent's Cave.

The cruelty of the snake cave reappeared in his memory for the second time, he saved the Ping An Dart Bureau, but in this world, the immortals are different, and his status as a monk brings him no friendship, but awe.

Yes, after knowing his identity, the Ping An Dart Bureau began to be in awe of him, they couldn't sit together and drink wine and eat meat like before, and that kind of pride in the rivers and lakes became empty under the gap in identity.

After leaving the Ping An Dart Bureau, he found a place to break through, and as a result, he summoned the punishment of heaven, and his fate was determined by heaven, which is the rule of this world, and he committed a foul, and the heavens set things right, wanting to erase him.

In this Heavenly Punishment, he lost his last friend, the Crow.

The gray crow, whose mouth is broken, owed, and not unpleasant, fell into a permanent slumber in order to save him.

Scarred, he met the owner of Nangong City, Nangong Yixuan.

Nangong Yixuan helped him reshape the meridians, in order to let him go down for himself, on this road of rebellion against the sky.

Nangong City said goodbye, he planned to return to Wanxiong Pass, but halfway learned that something had happened to the group of people in the original Ping An Dart Bureau, he was angry and turned around and returned to Nangong City.

For the sake of mortal friends, for the sake of that short time in the rivers and lakes, he did not hesitate to expose his pupilless body and wash Nangong City in blood.

Liu Xunxiang's hand still does not stop, with these memories, one by one vivid characters appear on this white paper, the memories are still passing, the picture is getting faster and faster, and finally, all the scenes are fixed on the grave of his father and mother three years ago, on the night of the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

In his mind, in his eyes, all that was left was that cold tombstone....

Twenty years ago, he left home and knelt in front of his father and mother in the town, at that time he thought that he would not be able to come back, but twenty years later, he came back, he still knelt on the ground, but it was his father and mother who could not come back....

"Ten years of children, ten years of monks, ten years of the world, reincarnation turned out to be a circle ......"

The pen in Liu Xunxiang's hand stopped.

The wind outside the store has also stopped....