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A little cinnabar seems to have become a ray of life and death.

The evening aura that was about to move between the eyebrows was just like a sign before the evening drum of death was ringing.

Ge Shu Yeshuang held the double swords again.

But it still didn't come out of the sheath, and even the previous steps of using the counter-trend to accumulate knife intention were eliminated.

The one who handles the sword can hold a pen, and the one who kills can pick stars.

The catchphrase of the unknown elder has become a famous saying that will benefit him for his whole life.

This is different from pure martial arts scriptures. It comes from the most real life experience. When the experience accumulates to a certain level, it is like a natural breakthrough in the process of practice, and it will naturally sublimate, and then it will become the second level of cultivation and experience of the practitioner.

Life is a lifetime, and the plants and trees are in autumn.

Easy to fold.

However, swords are not easy to break.

Even if it was originally broken copper and iron, it would undergo transformation when it was cast into a weapon.

Craftsmanship transforms the spirit of the weapon.

Where the spirit is, where the heart is, and the experience of craftsmen achieves the sharpness of the weapon itself. In combination with the cultivator's own cultivation experience, one unique skill after another may not be pleasing to the eye but will definitely kill and decisively.

He did not draw his sword because although the death energy was plagued by it, the vague ghost gate showed no sign of opening.

Waving the knife a moment in advance at least means killing one less evil ghost.

He felt it was indebted.

So although his eyes were closed tightly with the hilt, his eyes were quickly closed, and he completely handed over the rights and abilities to predict danger to his ears.

For a moment, his eyes closed really came like eternal night.

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"Xinsu."

Close your eyes and adjust your breathing.

What you see, hear, hear and feel are completely different.

Li Congke, who is deeply trapped in the net, takes the initiative and wanders around the world between the state of mind and the illusion.

The characteristics of the first floor of Juxing Pavilion seem to be a world that is both small and large.

Xiao Zai is always inseparable from bricks and tiles. Occasionally, a few wisps of smoke rise, and there is no sign of seeking immortals and asking for the Tao, leaving only the usual taste of the world.

So where is it big?

Li Congke pointed to his heart, like touching the heart, the star element that just flowed in a small space could not replace the brilliant galaxy in the sky.

He seemed a little stunned, and even more empty.

Even in a world where illusions are more than reality, he is unwilling to disturb others rashly. He wanders by a dead tree and a dry well for a long time. He is really tired of standing, so he makes up his mind and sits on an open space near the dry well.

Before he could finish a while, he planned to lie down and face the heart above more intuitively.

This idea quickly dissipated and existed even more briefly than the flash-like scene.

He saw a figure from afar and walked with a heavy load.

But he could not hear the footsteps that were mainly made of the friction between fabric and sand.

The boy was barefoot and wearing a short shirt with both arms exposed. He was not exposed to the sun on the front, and his body was sweating like rain.

Although the heavy bags are the source of this situation, what reason does the boy have to travel far and away with heavy burdens at night without fear of hard work?

Li Congke knew that the person was not true, but he still had to ask a question.

"Why did the young children walk alone at night when they were sleeping in a deep sleep?" Li Congke spoke when he was only about a meter apart.

The other party kept walking, and only slowly made a low voice.

"The spirits and ghosts can still walk at night, so why can't living people live without blood?"

A very reasonable rhetorical question.

However, Li Congke did not nod and then said: "Having rights does not mean there is a reason."

When he passed by, the boy stopped stepping and said, "Before a person exercises a certain right, if the corresponding legitimate reason is considered first, then at most one thing can only be explained."

"What's up?"

“His rights are not great enough.”

Li Congke stood up suddenly.

The thin boy in front of him was obviously shorter than him, but he didn't feel that he was superior at all, even though he was the most life-rich existence in this world.

"Can you tell me what you are carrying?"

"Yes, but you have to tell me what you saw from heaven first."

"Xinsu."

“What else?”

"Xinsu."

"Of the seven constellations in the east, it is clearly not only that."

"Xinsu."

......

The boy stopped talking.

Suddenly, Li Congke also stopped repeating the word "Xinsu".

The heavy bag rolled to the ground, but the sound made was surprisingly soft. Li Congke leaned over slightly and stared at him carefully, obviously becoming more curious about what was in the bag.

After stopping in place for a while, the boy finally decided to open the bag, but instead of untiing the knot tied on it directly, he used his nails to pierce the weak point in the middle and cut a small hole for only two fingers to penetrate.

In this way, Li Congke couldn't see through and could only wait for the boy to take out his bag.

"Sword Box?"

Perhaps he had seen a lot of things in the world. After seeing the long wooden box mixed with the boy's fingers, Li Congke's mind was the first to appear in his mind, the only sword box.

However, there was no sword energy around, and the boy's expression was absolutely not as excited as the sword Kaifeng.

In the blink of an eye, his fingertips stroked the wooden box three times, and the boy said with a little regret: "A long time ago, it was indeed a sword box."

Li Congke stepped forward and asked, "Why did it happen later?"

The boy glanced at him and said, "Do you remember what you kissed many years ago? Now, do you often want to use it?"

Li Congke understood the boy's meaning, but said: "Who can be ruthless than plants and trees? Feelings must have memories, but it is just memories. I will never dig it out and use it unless I have to do so."

A smile appeared on the corner of the boy's mouth, neither lukewarm nor hot, "There are many unscrupulous things in this world."

"for example?"

"You want to hear?"

"It is always a rare pleasure to listen to people tell stories when they are free."

"Then you better stop listening."

"Why?"

"Because none of the stories I know can make people feel enjoyable."

As this sentence was spoken, the boy's smile gradually solidified.

Li Congke laughed for no reason: "A friend once told me that people who listen to any story often know how to enjoy life better than those who pick on the story. He belongs to the former, so he often laughs, laughs extremely cheerfully, hahahaha, just like this."

"Your imitation...is embarrassing."

As if he had expected the boy to say this, Li Congke said lightly: "This just shows that I am not as cheerful as him, so I need more stories to explain it."

The boy's fingers popped the wooden box and burst out loud, "How come he is like fighting poison with poison."

Li Congke said: "If there is no toxin in the body, will so many people still yearn for liberation?"

The boy nodded and then said something seemingly irrelevant, "The weight of this wooden box is more heavy than when it acts as a sword box. Do you know why?"

Li Congke guessed: "The story is in it?"

The boy reached out and handed the wooden box, as if saying, "You can tell at a glance."

Li Congke really took the wooden box immediately, and with a little force on his thumb, he opened the wooden box along the sealing tangent line. There was nothing in the box, and there was a unique character, which was written in the pre-Qin language.

Li Congke looked at it for a long time before vaguely identifying his shape and shouting softly: "Song."

At that time, the boy suddenly said: "In the past, King Hui of Chu destroyed Chen, which happened to be Ying Huo Shuxin. Duke Jing of Song was worried about it. Si Xing Zi Wei and him had three words and three words. Do you remember?"

Li Congke said: "Ying Huo is a sign of great danger. Zi Wei believes that there are three things that can be moved, one is the prime minister, two is the people, and three is the year. However, Duke Jing believed that the way of being a king was rejected, and that is the three words for the king, and Ying Huo should be moved."

The boy smiled knowingly, "This is the first story, how does it feel?"
To be continued...