As long as the two masters were together, one had to say one sentence to the other and keep fighting each other to release excess energy. But now, the two people did not say a word and they just went their own way. Zhou Zishu didn't even put on human skin. He didn't mind anyway since no one recognized his real appearance right now.
He felt as uncomfortable as if he was suffocating inhis chest. After hearing the words of the shaman, it was as if he had given him a severe blow to his chest—to dispose of his martial arts would give him 20% hope of living but he would rather not have this hope, just like and die slowly and calmly.
His martial ability was not just something outside, it was not just a skill, it was the essence of his person.
What did it mean to him to abandon martial arts? He would be like a person without a soul. If he didn't care, he might as well become a fool from the beginning, and live a useless life.
Dawu naturally understood this, so in the end, he just sighed and did not persuade him further
if his last dignity was lost, wouldn't it be worth it? He really wanted to live, but he didn't want to live like an imbecile.
Suddenly, Zhou Zishu couldn't help but sing a soft song: "If are going to be too late, I am afraid that I will not be able to live with the age; the magnolia of the pilgrimage will be the place where Xi Lanzhou stays; The sequence of Qiu Qi; but the sprawling grass and trees are afraid of the twilight of beauty ... "
His voice was a little hoarse, one word at a time, hiding his sadness and anger, but leaving the indescribable anger and arrogance. This innate arrogance came to an end, struggling for thousands of miles in three mountains, six rivers and mountains, the feeling lingered in the chest for too long until it finally broke his throat.
The wind swelled Zhou Zi's wide jacket sleeves, as if to tell him to go with the wind. Wen Kexing raised his head, staring at the back of Zhou Zishu's skeletal frame His long hair like horns was curled like a whip by the wind. He pulled his eyes to the side, and closed them feeling the hot pain.
The cold wind slammed into Zhou Zishu's throat. His tone stopped abruptly, and his waist bent slightly. On his nearly transparent lips, there was only a point between the two lips. The thin and thin line could see a little bleeding.
Wen Kexing suddenly looked up, looking at the general sky that was about to fall, and then a little bit something cool fell on his face-this was the first snow in Dongting.
Why do heroes die? Why do people get old?
Wen Kexing suddenly felt an unspeakable gloom rising in his chest, as if for himself and for others, almost overflowing, his fingers trembled, only feeling the desire to tear the heavens and earth apart. The ddesires of the Eight Wastelands and Six Harmonies, he wanted to question the heaven ... What is creation, and why was he born to be a man, and why must they all be at the mercy of creation?
Gu Xiang looked for a moment, staring blankly at him: "Master ..."
Wen Kexing asked again, "Do you think he is OK?"
Gu Xiang only felt that his eyes seemed to be looking into her heart, and suddenly a strange emotion rose in her chest, thinking, "How is Cao Weining?" She thought about the man seriously and remembered his words to her, "What if in this case you are wrong, if you discovered in the future, I'm afraid you will be sad" thinking. How he erected a long sword hard and faced the old fairies himself looking back at her in a hurry, she remembered this sentence "You take him first, hurry up!"
Gu Xiang suddenly remembered that no one had said to put her before anything like this so she didn’t know why but her eye circles suddenly became red, and then she nodded dumbly, and said, "Big brother Cao is very good, He can speak well and learn ... "
Wen Kexing laughed silently: "Yes, he can say such things as" Spring Sleep, Sleeping, Sleeping and Dying ").
Gu Xiang heard that he seemed to be saying something ironic, so she retorted seriously: "Spring is sleepy, autumn is short, summer is snoring, and people are all sleepy in spring. Is n’t he asleep or awake? I think Brother Cao makes sense. He is even a little bit better than those nerds who say "chrysanthemum fragrant from the bitter cold" with their mouths closed. "
Gu Xiang: "Ah, but Lord Seventh said ..."
Wen Kexing suddenly interrupted her, and said loudly, "If i want to save someone, i will save someone, if i want to kill someone, i will kill someone. I can do whatever you like. Let's see who in the world dares to stop Lao Tzu from going on the road. A sour scholar with a small white face, cannot tell me what to do...Ah Xu, will you come? "
Zhou Zishu laughed and said, "Of course, I'll accompany you"
Wen Kexing's mouth slightly twitched and his brows were raised, revealing an indescribable murderous look, which made his masked face look a little scary, saying, "Okay, Xiang, who are you willing to save? Just save it, I'll accompany you for a big fight."
Cao Weining was very embarrassed at the moment. His body rolled up and down like a mud monkey, his clothes were tattered, and his eyes were swollen, one could not be opened, his hands were tied behind him, his sword left him, and he was pushed all the way stumbling. Feng Xiaofeng roared and screamed from time to time in his ears, but for some reason he was very quiet.
He thought that he was really out of luck. The ancestor of the Qingfeng Sword School said "the sword is in the people, the sword is broken, the righteousness is cut, the demon is cut and the demon is removed". Now that his long sword had been taken, he may regard it as something that doesn't matter if he goes all the way with the demons. Cao Weining always felt that he was not a big man who is weak with martial arts. He had a conscience and he always followed it
What was good and what was evil? Cao Weining's greatest advantage since his inception is that he can decipher it.
The Qingfeng Sect taught him the way of good and evil, but did not teach him the way of fame and fortune. So what if everyone said he was bad, and that he had gone astray and fell to the evil path? Cao Weining thought about it, and felt very uncomfortable.
He didn't feel that he did anything wrong siding with them. No one can hinder him, except ... He felt a little sorry towards Master and senior brother.
Cao Weining chest felt hot and it was painful for him between his breaths. He was a little confused. They threw him into a dark place, and he couldn't see so he closed his eyes, adjusted his breath, and plan to raise his qi first, and then escape—he still intended to escape. It doesn’t matter how others are. He was worried since he left Gu Xiang to look after Zhang Chengling alone. in case she couldn't find Brother Zhou and Brother Wen. Wouldn't it troublesome to meet poisonous scorpions again?
Then Cao Weining's eyes lighted up, the door closing his cell was opened, and a group of people came in. He narrowed his eyes, carefully looked over, and found that the anger in the crowd was targeted at him. He saw his martial brother Mo Huaikong. Cao Weining thought his uncle is going to explode.
Mo Huaikong was already mad—the moment he saw Cao Weining, he yelled violently, shoved his sleeves and pushed Liu Lugong aside he landed on his buttocks. He was not respectful at all, and Red peach was angry, screaming: "Mo Huaikong, what are you doing? Are you crazy?"
Mo Huaikong was also unambiguous, and shouted back in front of everyone: "This is my little brotht. What bad thing did he do that you dare to treat him like this?"
Cao Weining couldn't help but cry out, thinking that although his brother was bad-tempered, he still took his side. But then Mo Huaikong said again, "Before you attack a dog, you have to beware of its master!"
Cao Weining fell silent and burst into tears.
Feng Xiaofeng screamed suddenly, pulled a gauze that had been covering over his slave's eyes, and pointed at Mo Huaikong: "Well, you are such a great sword school, ask your little brother about what he has done? The little demon girl who was with him poisoned Ashan's eyes. I couldn't catch the little demon girl, so I was going to dig out the eyes of this boy named Cao! "
Then he blocked Mo Huaikong's words back. Mo Huaikong looked at Cao Weining with a dark look, and the latter opened his mouth and called aggrievedly: "Brother..."
Mo Huaikong angrily said, "Who is your brother?" He took a step forward, grabbed Cao Weining's collar, and whispered, "They spoke about a demon girl. who is this person with you? Talk!"
Cao Weining opened his mouth and whispered, "That's ... Ah ... Xiang, Ah Xiang is not a bad person, brother, Ah Xiang ... Ah Xiang ..."
Red lady sneered: "Axiang? You sound so sweet."
Yu Qiuyu, who hurried back from the other direction, also interjected calmly: "Young people are bewildered by beauty, and there is nothing wrong with it. As long as you are rehabilitated, you become unreasonable and narrow-minded ..."
Before she finished, Feng Xiaofeng was angry: "I'm going to dig out her eyes!"
Yu Qiuyi gritted his teeth and couldn't wait to trample the dwarf to the ground.
At present, Zhao Jing, Master Tzumu and others were busy handling Shen Zhen funeral and since this group of dragons had no leader, they were even more reckless.
Cao Weining laboriously opened his mouth and said, "Axiang didn't ..."
Mo Huai slapped his face like a pig's head, and said "Where is the little demon girl"
A clear voice said " look at you.old shameless people, if you have the ability, Come catch me! "
Cao Weining exploded in his head—Axiang!
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