(PS: Today's first !! two more guarantees!! for the third watch!! the monthly pass !! is still ...... 256 ah !!!)

"How does it feel to have power, life and death?"

In the darkness, a voice rang out.

The voice was so unique that it was impossible to distinguish between men and women, young and old.

But it's not unpleasant, but it has a strange demagogic rhythm.

"As long as you want, I can raise your cultivation to the death of the stars, and when the time comes, no matter who your enemy is, it will be just a matter of a sword. ”

The voice continued.

"Get out!" Su Changan shouted violently and opened his eyes from the bed.

His forehead was instantly covered with dense sweat stains.

He knew very well that it wasn't his hallucinations or nightmares. It was the voice of the monster inside it.

It is a very dangerous thing to attract external force into the body to cast a star soul.

Even if this external force is controlled by Qingluan, once it enters Su Changan's body, there is no room for a mistake.

But unfortunately, when Su Changan felt the movement outside the house, and after Gu Xianjun and Fan Ruyue were injured, his mind was inevitably turbulent. So much so that the external force that was carefully pulled by him went out of control and hit his five chapters and six intestines.

At that time, he was still in the Fanchen Realm, and his internal organs were not much stronger than ordinary people, and under Qingluan's majestic spiritual power, his internal organs were naturally destroyed. At that time, he was in danger, and he was about to die, and although Qingluan on the side was a star, he didn't know anything about the way of healing, and he couldn't do anything about it.

And at that time, the divine blood in Su Chang'an's body that was sealed by Yu Heng before his death finally took action again to completely suppress the injuries in his body because he sensed the crisis of the host.

But this time, unlike in the past, the monster inside him made a deal with him.

He promised Su Changan that he could help him three times.

And three times later, it was when he broke out of the cage and woke up from his body. And in order to express his sincerity, he used his divine power to raise Su Changan's realm to the earth spirit. And Su Changan also coincidentally comprehended his realm between life and death-Tianlan.

Of course, this is by no means the kindness of the true God in his heart, and the three promises are by no means his compassion.

Su Changan is very clear about this.

On that day, the starlight entered the body, and the seal of Yuheng before his death. The divine blood in his body had been almost completely imprisoned. If he hadn't been in the dead for that day, there would have been no way for him to wake up from the bloody death.

The so-called three promises are nothing more than hoping that Su Changan will be happy to accept his power, so that three times can the monster break through the seal.

But every time you let go of your mind, it is by no means as simple as gaining strength, and Su Changan also has a deep understanding of this.

It's like that sword slaughtering hundreds of Fanchen monks, although Su Changan had already had murderous intent towards them before this, but when those flesh and blood were piled up in front of his eyes, he couldn't afford to have the slightest wave in his heart.

This was almost impossible for him before.

He didn't regret killing those students, nor did he want to be merciful and hypocritical after the killing.

It's just that such a heart, such a disregard for life and death, makes him feel scared, even frightened.

He was afraid that after using the divine blood again, he would become more and more numb, and even become a demon who killed people without blinking.

He didn't like that kind of self.

So he secretly told himself that this was the first time and the last time.

Thinking of this, Su Changan stood up and took care of his somewhat sloppy image. Wrapped in the starlight outside the house, he walked out.

Two days have passed since the massacre in Tenarain.

Although the army sent by the Holy Emperor had cleaned up the corpses in Tianlan Courtyard, there was still a faint smell of blood still lingering.

Su Changan couldn't help frowning, he didn't like this taste.

Fan Ruyue was still asleep, even if he entrusted Tong Jingyi, the god in charge of taking care of him, to invite the best doctor in the capital, but it was only enough to hang her life, as for when she woke up, it still depends on Fan Ruyue herself.

Gu Xianjun's body is not in serious trouble, but he still needs to rest in bed for some time.

But Qingluan, thinking of Qingluan, Su Changan's brows furrowed again.

She helped him kill Ma Anyan.

He remembered that he had heard her say that the people of the Star Pavilion were not allowed to meddle in the affairs of the world.

He didn't know what the consequences of such a move would be for her, but one thing was certain, it would not be too good.

Thinking of this, Su Changan couldn't help but sigh again.

He strolled outside.

Chang'an has not snowed for a while, and the weather is gradually warming, and when that time comes, it will be the day when the swordsman crosses the river.

It's always like this, and there are waves of unsettled.

Su Changan always felt anxious and tired.

He walked and walked, and before he knew it, he was at the side of the martial arts arena again.

In the past, the martial arts arena of Tianlanyuan has become dilapidated in the turmoil again and again.

The stone platforms paved with good bluestone turned into rubble of different sizes and scattered all over the ground, and there were some blood stains on them that had not had time to clean up.

And above the stage, there is a man sitting there at this moment.

His hair was disheveled, with a large sword in front of him and a gourd in his hand, and he was pouring himself a drink against the night.

Su Changan was stunned, and after a slight hesitation, he still walked up.

"Thank you. He said.

This is naturally true, with the current situation of Great Wei, the five princes have fallen, and the princelings have the support of the British king, but he can still stand up and help Tianlan. It is reasonable for Su Changan to thank him.

But the swordsman from the Jinglun Academy, or the drinker. Su Changan's thanks seemed to be deaf, he just glanced at Su Changan with slanted eyes. poured another sip of rice wine, and the wine flowed down the stubble at the corner of his mouth.

Su Changan felt that this was a very wasteful thing. He wanted to remind him, but he felt that it was rude, so he did it.

"Hah!"

After a few breaths, Yin Qianyan finally put away the gourd, and he let out a sigh. It was as if he drank not the worst rice wine in the street, but the Jiuqu Qi that was paid tribute to the Holy Emperor.

"Do you want to come?" He glanced at Su Changan again, and felt that this wooden young man was quite interesting, so he handed over the wine gourd in his hand.

"Uh" Su Changan was stunned, he didn't like to drink.

After drinking this thing, my throat was as hot as fire, and my head was dizzy.

But a lot of people like to drink something. For example, his father, Mu Guiyun, and the man in front of him. He has been inadvertently aware of this.

But it is not a good thing to refuse other people's kindness after all, so Su Changan took the gourd after some hesitation.

Face is a very important thing for a swordsman.

Su Changan thought so, so since you want to drink it, you have to pretend to drink it often, otherwise won't you be laughed at?

So, he raised his head in the same way as Yin Qianyan and poured the sip of rice wine into his mouth.

Grunt!

His throat squirmed, and he swallowed the drink.

Then, a hot sensation rose in his lower abdomen, passed through his throat, and reached his scalp.

His face turned a little red at that moment, and his head was a little dizzy from the flames.

But he forced himself to be sober, slapped his head, and pretended to shout "Good wine!" before handing back the gourd in his hand.

Yin Qianyan took the gourd with a smile, then glanced at Su Changan, who seemed to be a little dazed, and said, "Come and sit down." ”

Su Changan was overwhelmed by the strength of wine, and drank such a big mouthful of rice wine in one gulp, at this moment his body was a little swaying in the night wind, and when he heard Yin Qianxian's words, he was naturally very happy, and as soon as he took a step, he sat down next to Yin Qianyan.

"Chang'an is better than Beidi, which is better or worse?" Yin Qianyan looked at the night sky and asked suddenly.

"En?" Su Changan heard this, and thought very seriously for a while, before he said, "Beidi." ”

"Why?" Yin Qianyan seemed to be very surprised by Su Changan's answer, he was a little interested, looked at Su Changan and asked. "I heard that the north is covered with snow all year round, and there is no daylight, and there are demon clans raging. Where can it compare to the blossoming flowers of Chang'an?"

Su Changan's brows furrowed, he felt that what Yin Qianyan said was not unreasonable. Compared with Chang'an, his life was very simple when he was in Changmen, going to school, being scolded, being beaten in the palm of his hand, getting out of school, going home, and sleeping.

Day after day, year after year.

In that small place of Nagato, there were no swords or swords, no streets with people coming and going, no noisy wine shops, and no beautiful girls.

All he needs to think about every day is how to attract Momo's attention in the academy, how to perfunctory Mr. 's homework, and how to avoid Ji Dao's bullying.

This kind of life really doesn't seem to be as wonderful as in Chang'an.

Therefore, he thought about it again before he said: "Chang'an is too complicated. I don't understand. ”

"Is it complicated??," Yin Qianyan asked.

"Yes. Su Chang frowned and nodded. "I don't understand them. Why is it always not enough, always wanting more. As he spoke, he looked around, and a day ago it was covered with corpses, dead by his sword.

"I don't want to kill them. But they kept pushing me. The boy said with some distress.

Yin Qianyan was stunned, there was a kind of light flashing in his dark eyes, and then he reached out and patted the young man's shoulder, and said, "Everyone is different. It's not the same as what you know, you think, and you want. ”

"Some people have to look at Shu. There is always no end to delusions, and a coffin is long covered with hatred. ”

"Some people are content and happy. Bamboo canes and mango shoes are lighter than horses, and a cloud of smoke and rain is in his life. ”

Su Changan was stunned when he heard this, and felt that his statement was very interesting, and he asked again, "Then which one are you?"

The man smiled, raised the gourd in his hand, and said, "I'm neither, I'm half a pot of wine, and I don't know how to worry about the sunset." ”

Then he looked at Su Changan again and asked, "What about you?"

"Me?" Su Changan thought about it very seriously, and after a while, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the man. The corners of his mouth hooked up with a smile that was exactly the same as his.

"I'm neither, I'm wearing gold armor in a hundred battles in the yellow sand, and I won't return Loulan if I don't break it. ”