The boatman looked at the night sky from afar, his eyes were deep, even through the veil of a hat, he couldn't help but attract people, and said quietly: "You ask me where I am, I have been looking for you for three thousand years, above the nine heavens, six reincarnations, I have searched for everything, but why can't I find your trace, I extradite all beings under the Sun Peak, but why haven't I extradited you, brother, where are you? After the war, where are you going?"

Qingchen looked at the boatman, this is also a person with a story, three thousand empty waiting for one person, asking Jun Sijun if he sees Jun. Maybe his indifference and vicissitudes are slowly grinded in this idiot, these thousands of years of time, his arrogance and courage have been worn out, and only when he sees the person he is waiting for will he release his edge.

The boat man didn't care about the light dust, on the night sky, the stars were like water, the moonlight was like frost, the bitter cold was clear, Chang'e should repent of stealing the elixir, the blue sea and blue sky and night heart.

In this small boat, the density of the aura suddenly increased, and the endless aura surged, atomizing, liquefiing, and the light dust were choked, imagine that the surroundings were all liquefied aura, and every breath was aura liquid, what an excellent cultivation environment this was, but this was of no use to the light dust, how could she practice when she couldn't calm down and exercise, she could only rely on the endless life of the Hongmen Divine Skill to absorb a little more aura, but this was just a drop in the bucket for cultivation.

The boat man waved his hand, and the liquefied aura was directly solidified to form a three-foot white jade table, and countless star powers poured down into two wine glasses, and the moonlight poured into the wine glasses like water. The amber elixir emits a faint halo that echoes the moonlight in the sky.

Qingchen is simply frightened and difficult to control, what kind of means is this, the aura condensing table, the starlight gathering cup, and the Yuehuahui wine. It's simply a man among the gods, a god's means, since he has this kind of means, why don't he help me Hongmen. Thinking of this, Qingchen looked at the boatman, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

The boat man didn't seem to notice the malice in Qingchen's eyes, and said to himself: "But Xiao Dao'er, it's not worth mentioning, if you become a god, you can do it." ”

"Senior, who are you?" Qingchen couldn't hold back, she wanted to know the identity of this mysterious boatman, and asked him why he didn't save his life-saving benefactor Hong Xuangong when he saw death?

"Drink this glass of wine, and I'll tell you. "It's still the kind of understatement that listens to the hateful itchy teeth.

Qingchen also had a black face: "I don't know how to drink." ”

"You don't like to drink, you don't drink the old man and you don't suffer, it's a waste of the old man's divine brew, the moon belongs to yin, you also belong to yin, the heart is blazing and yang, you don't drink the wine that can suppress your injury, little girl, have ambition. The boatman was about to take it, but was stopped by Qingchen, and said with a smile: "Senior, Qingchen was joking just now, don't take it seriously, I'll drink, I'll drink." ”

Raise the wine glass, drink it all, the cool wine syrup melts in the mouth, full of fragrance, Qingchen only felt a cold current rushing in the limbs, just about to speak, from between the mouth and nose, countless gods erupted, turning this small boat into a fairyland.

"Don't speak, waste energy, do your work, concentrate on absorption, suppress the injury. The boatman looked serious, standing behind Qingchen and constantly crossing Jingyuan into Qingchen's body. As everyone knows, a black flame flower on Qingchen's back jumped and fell silent.

Qingchen's face alternated between red and white, and there was already a battle between heaven and man in his body, the cold snap and the injury were tug-of-war, and a wisp of black blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

After a long time, the cold current of the rootless Ping was exhausted, and Qingchen's face returned to pale, but there was a little more blood, and he felt that the injuries in his body were better, and his face was a little more joyful: "Senior......" The words choked.

The boatman's face was as gloomy as water, and there was an indescribable madness and anger: "What's the matter with the Dao wound on your body?"

Qingchen was very confused: "Dao injury, what Dao injury." ”

The boatman roared in a low voice: "The Great Dao is wounded, and the soul is sought for life, and it will sink forever and be destroyed." How can there be a Great Dao wound on your body, what the hell have you done, such a high-level Dao wound has never been seen, even the ancient gods can't heal it. ”

Qingchen's joy gradually disappeared, and his voice became cold: "Aren't you the gods?" said that the ancient gods can't be cured, but in fact, you can't help it, I don't know what the Dao injury is, and I don't know how it came about, but I know that your previous ones were all disguised, right, high gods." ”

The boatman drank the wine in front of him in one gulp, waved his hand to disperse everything he had just created, and laughed wildly: "Yes and what, no, I am a god, yes, so what, the god of medicine died in battle, there are no gods and people in this world who can save you." ”

"Yes, the god of Hongmen saved me. ”

"It's ridiculous, I swept my divine sense just now, your Dao injury and your Hongmen Divine Skill come from the same source, your injury is caused by Hongmen Divine Skill, and I still want Hongmen Divine Skill to save you. ”

Qingchen's face turned pale, and she remembered that it was forbidden martial arts, and the blood-colored figure of the Sunless Peak under that night: "Hongmen Divine Skill, I use my blood and my life to bloom with your divine might." "It's the full moon of blood, it's the full moon of blood that caused this injury, the strength is not good, and the taboo is in vain, is this the price?

Qingchen's face is pale, and the Dao injury is imprinted in the soul, even if he dies, he will be reincarnated with the soul, and the soul is getting weaker and weaker, and finally wears out, and there is no more dancing light dust in the world.

The boat man walked step by step, and every step seemed to be on the heart of Qingchen: "Knock, knock, knock......"

Qingchen kept retreating, and finally retreated to the bow of the boat, there was no way back, her face flushed, every step of the boatman and her heart beat at the same rate, under the deliberate traction of the boatman, the heart beat faster and faster, within a few minutes, Qingchen did not have to wait for the soul to be injured and died.

"Hypocrite, my master saved your life, but you did this to his disciple. ”

The boatman's white hair is flamboyant, his robe is windless, and the hat on his head falls, not as old as he imagined, on the contrary, he is very young, his face is like a crown of jade, the stars in his eyes are disillusioned, the mountains and rivers are ups and downs, his thin lips seem to be smiling, flamboyant and uninhibited, there is an inexplicable evil spirit, and he hated: "I never owe people kindness, why bother saving my life, although Hong Xuangong saved my life, but it was the moment when he hesitated, my right leg was completely ruined, do you know how important the leg is to the assassin?" Shadow Death went crazy, clutching his right leg, but he didn't feel any consciousness, this hatred and hatred were etched in his soul