Although runes such as reincarnation talismans can save lives, cultivators will not use them easily unless they have to. After all, if you exchange your future for a life, you will really have a bad life in the future. It is precisely because the aftermath of the reincarnation talisman is too great that it will be transmitted from the heavens to this world.

It seems that in the hands of a saint, it is also an incomparably precious reincarnation talisman, and the cultivators of this world have no chance to get it at all. After all, this was painted by a human immortal talisman master who spent a lot of time and energy to draw it by himself, and the entire heaven, and now I am afraid that the rest is no more than five fingers. It is said that the kendo man has one left, but this top saint is suppressed by the Heavenly Dao, even if he wants to use it, the realm will fall again and again, until he falls out of the five realms of immortals.

Although there is no future trouble, it is the same as re-cultivation. But with the pride of a kendo person, it is impossible to allow himself to become a waste, even if only temporarily.

That's why Zhuge Chen respected the top saint who was contemplating the Tao in his own small world and risking a great risk to be among the human immortals. Even if a cultivator is asked to choose now, whether to live in the world as a top saint and enjoy the reverence of the four directions, or whether a person is determined to win the heavens and fight hard, and life and death become unknown, I am afraid that nine out of ten people will choose the former.

There is naturally nothing wrong with being content with the status quo, but a sword cultivator like Zhuge Chen, there is no doubt that he will choose the latter.

Hearing Zhuge Chen's ridicule, although the umbrella holder was already angry, he still chose to laugh it off. What he didn't expect was that the young sword cultivator who was dressed in white and turned into bloody clothes, even if he had reached the point where he had run out of oil and dried up, he would still be able to be at ease. This made him have to think more about whether the other party really had the means to turn the tables.

By the time the Umbrella Man came up with this idea, he could no longer be called an Assassin. The true meaning of these two words lies in not being afraid of death. During the assassination, if you still have the mind to think about how to leave a way back for yourself, the decision will be greatly reduced. It's no wonder that the person behind the compilation of the world's assassin list has repeatedly tried to remove the umbrella holder. If he hadn't wanted to see how long the sick Assassin would have lived, there would have been no place for him in the first ten.

Feeling the slightly heavier force on the hand of the dumb woman supporting him beside him, Zhuge Chen comforted him softly, don't be afraid, it was just what the voice said to the other party. Even when the oil runs out, the lamp runs out, and he doesn't even have the strength to lift the sword. But he can still do it with a sound transmission that almost does not consume a gas engine, but it is not very easy.

He actually thought about being in the market as a mortal, and he was hidden in the city. When you have nothing to do, you go to a teahouse to drink tea, go shopping with an umbrella in the rainy season, and watch the bustling crowd run to your own home.

But he didn't want to fall into such a situation, wasn't he embarrassing himself?

really has no realm, isn't it just a ruffian who can bully him?

"I've been waiting for you for so long, and you still don't do it?" Zhuge Chen smiled brightly, raised his head and looked at the umbrella holder, his qi was unstable, so he couldn't even speak.

However, in the eyes of the umbrella man who is full of soldiers, it is more like luring him to make a move.

The rain stopped and the clouds dispersed. A ray of sunlight sprinkled on Zhuge Chen's body, making him feel warm. Although he was already soaked, the white clothes were uncomfortable, and even the smell of dirt and blood was pungent, which made him almost faint.

But Zhuge Chen just stood there, not moving. It's like a towering mountain, capable of blocking thousands of assassinations.

This empty city plan, Zhuge Chen's performance is just right. And the umbrella holder did cooperate, otherwise he would rush over directly, and the white clothes would not be able to stop him at all. This is the ruthlessness of being an "old Jianghu", fighting to the death, of course, the importance of killing. But other factors cannot be discarded. Whether or not you can maintain your state of mind in the face of pressure is also the standard for measuring the killing power among practitioners. It's just that today's world is too impetuous.

Mortals in the market take savings as the standard, and cultivators take the realm as the standard. Few people will delve into it, and under this, there is still much that can be excavated. It's like the tip of an iceberg, hidden underwater, and only a very small number of people will always be able to understand it.

The umbrella man was obviously a little impatient, and he put his hands behind his back to prevent Zhuge Chen from seeing his gestures. His eyes fell on the broken oil-paper umbrella not far away, and he grinned and his heart ached. After all, in order to build the weapon he had at his disposal, he spent a lot of money. Now that it has been lost, the remaining half will also be exhausted in a short time.

As soon as he thought of this, he was distraught. Fortunately, I was able to ask for credit from the royal family, and I believe that with that person's generosity, he will not be treated badly.

As soon as he thought of this, the umbrella man was no longer afraid, and strode over and said: "In Lao Tzu's life, the foundation of the avenue is broken, and that's it." Kill you to earn blood, and you don't lose when you die!"

At this moment, he had already figured it out, the realm of the Mandate of Heaven, and the peak killing power were enough for him to live happily anywhere outside the Yunmeng Imperial Capital. As long as you don't die yourself, it is a very simple thing to live for 1,800 years. If you can make a lot of money, even if you want to be a rich man, you can be at ease. The premise is that if you kill Zhuge Chen, you can also get out of the way.

The umbrella holder roared and took out the dagger hidden under his wrist, which was originally stabbed at Zhuge Chen's chest, but suddenly changed his path and wanted to take the life of the dumb girl.

Since the mute girl is the weakness of the other party, then he magnifies this weakness. persecuted Zhuge Chen, and had to show flaws. fate

And Zhuge Chen, who was running out of oil and the lamp, did burst out with amazing strength, directly blocking the dumb girl behind him, and then turned his back to meet the dagger that glowed with purple light and was obviously quenched with poison.

"It's so lively, can I get in?" Just as he was about to start, a voice sounded above Zhuge Chen's head, and at the same time, the dagger in the umbrella man's hand seemed to be pierced on the barrier, and it was difficult to advance an inch.

Zhuge Chen breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and looked up to see the down-and-out man who appeared here at some point. Because there was not half of the qi engine left, of course he couldn't find the other party's traces. Otherwise, he would have worked so desperately? He would have brazenly begged the man to help, even if he would suffer from white eyes.

But is it important compared to your own life?

The umbrella holder's eyes were gloomy, looking at the down-and-out man who slowly fell to the ground. He said coldly: "Who are you, if you want to be strong, aren't you afraid of death?"

"Threaten me?" the down-and-out man laughed, "For many years, no one has had the guts to talk to me like that." You are the first one, and your courage is commendable. ”

The down-and-out man makes jokes that only he can understand, as if he really is a mortal who has achieved nothing in the market. But Zhuge Chen knows that the more he looks at a simple person, the more likely he is to be a cultivator with an extremely high realm, perhaps this is a return to the basics.

"Kill!" Before everyone could react, the man with a cold face had already raised his hand and spit out a word. Then thousands of sword qi came from the sky and penetrated into the chest of the umbrella holder.

The bamboo basket is wonderful, and the mouth contains the heavenly constitution.

Zhuge Chen had heard of this wonderful technique, and it was extremely difficult to salvage. People who have this wonderful skill, without exception, stand out in an era. And to be able to use it to the extent that a down-and-out man commands thousands of sword qi and speaks the law, I am afraid that he has already entered the realm of a saint.

Therefore, today's Zhuge Chen will feel more and more that the water in this world is deep, not to mention walking everywhere like a dog, but there are so many in the capitals of the four dynasties. Although there were few saints, there were far more than he imagined.

The down-and-out man didn't look at the body of the umbrella holder, and in the eyes of a saint, the assassin's death was insignificant. He just came to Zhuge Chen's side with a smile, patted the shoulder of the white cloth, and said in a voice that the two of them could hear: "Good job." ”

Zhuge Chen pondered in his heart, why did the down-and-out man say this. Could it be that he improvised and killed the "life" of the umbrella holder?

Just when he was confused, he heard the man continue: "Don't think about it, it was you who saved the dumb girl regardless of your own safety. We cultivators, especially sword cultivators, should be like this, not to mention having the world in mind, but if we can save one person, we will save the next. Although I don't believe in the Buddhist proverb of saving people's lives and winning the seventh-level floating slaughter, I am right, isn't it?"

Zhuge Chen nodded lightly.

"When I was your age, I didn't have such unreasonable killing power. But he is also strong, not afraid of causing trouble, not afraid of death. I can't see the good people suffering, and the wicked people can sit back and relax, so I have done a lot of ridiculous things. It's just that sometimes, I still have to be beaten by the crowd. That's why I think about when my realm can be very high, and I am not afraid of those wicked people who do things ruthlessly. Now the realm is enough, but these things can't be done with the interest. The man reached out and held the wine jug on Zhuge Chen's waist in his hand and drank it directly. He is really casual, he does whatever he wants, and few people are not envious of him. Even if you live in the market now, you are much more comfortable than many cultivators who don't understand the present and just want to climb high and look far away.

"Is this a ridiculous thing?" Zhuge Chen asked rhetorically, "Then what I did was a joke." ”

For this beautiful flattery, the man gladly accepted it.

"Why don't you send her back?" the man squeezed his eyebrows and said to Zhuge Chen.

Zhuge Chen shook his head and refused: "I'm like this, how can I walk a few steps?"

"Then I'll come. The man wiped his hair, put on a posture that he thought was very handsome, and did not forget to turn his head and say to Zhuge Chen: "Go wherever you want, don't go back to my room." We're not all the way, so we should have seen it. A word that shouldn't be said, I hope that when I see you on the top of the mountain in the future, I will still be a young sword cultivator in white clothes. ”

Zhuge Chen smiled and said, "I hope so." ”