Strong Beauty

Wang Lin left the river and walked slowly in the night. The two soldiers behind him looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

In their opinion, Wang Lin had been walking for most of the day, and he stood by the river in a daze. It was already dark, but the man was still paced slowly.

In the night, the lights in Hongcheng were dim, like a city that never sleeps.

Wang Lin walked slowly, his eyes falling into the darkness that was rare in Hongcheng in the distance. There was a large area of ​​buildings shrouded in an extremely depressing aura.

This aura is full of death and resentment.

"It is Hong Nuo, one of the four major prisons in Kyoto!" The sergeant behind Wang Lin looked at him in a low voice.

"Hong Lao..." Wang Lin nodded.

"The detainees in this Hongzhuo are all serious offenders. The guards here are strictly controlled, and there is no entry or exit token, so they cannot enter at all." The sergeant explained.

Wang Lin looked at Hong Lao carefully. He had noticed that there were several powerful demonic auras there. The strength of this demonic aura was not inferior to Mo Lihai at all. After pondering for a while, Wang Lin walked towards the Mo Mansion.

After returning to the Mo Mansion, Wang Lin went straight to Mo Lihai's residence. Mo Lihai was sitting cross-legged. When Wang Lin pushed the door open, he opened his eyes.

"I want to go to Honglao, Brother Mo has a way?"

Mo Lihai was stunned, looked at Wang Lin, and did not ask about the reason, but pondered for a moment, saying, "It's a bit difficult!"

Wang Lin frowned and said, "That's all!"

Mo Lihai smiled slightly and said, "How long do you want to go there?"

"A month!" Wang Lin said.

"Cultivate?" Mo Lihai's eyes narrowed and he said.

Wang Lin looked at Mo Lihai, nodded, and said, "I need to kill. In this Tian Yao City, if there are a large number of killings, it will probably cause some unnecessary trouble." After that, Wang Lin added, "If I succeed, I will be more aware of it when I help you!"

Mo Lihai stood up after hearing this, stared at Wang Lin, and said word by word: "Are you sure?"

Wang Lin did not talk nonsense, waved his right hand, and five killing auras in his fingers roared out instantly, forming five blue dragons, heading straight for Mo Lihai at lightning speed.

Mo Lihai laughed and punched his right hand, but when he saw a burst of sounds breaking through the air, the five gray airs collapsed. But Mo Lihai smiled, his eyes showed a strange light, and he took three steps back.

The dispersed gray air instantly merged and formed five blue dragons again. A strong murderous aura spread from it and almost instantly covered the surroundings. The soldiers in the Mo Mansion were alarmed and rushed here together.

At the same time, these five killing auras roared out. Mo Lihai's eyes flashed and he punched again, but heard a burst of bangs and shattering sounds in the air. Five gray gases were as fast as lightning, and instantly rushed past Mo Lihai's fist and galloped towards his chest.

The killing aura approached in an instant, but was blocked by a silent and sudden appearance of demonic power seven inches in front of Mo Lihai, and was bounced back.

Despite this, the curtain in front of Mo Lihai also shaking violently.

"If this gray gas exceeds thousands, can you still get so easily under your crotch..." Wang Lin said slowly.

Mo Lihai's eyes showed a strange light. It was not the first time he had seen this killing aura. In comparison, this time it was even more powerful. He said decisively: "One month is too long, I can't do it, but there is no problem in seven days. There are tens of thousands of people in Hongzhuo, which is enough for you to practice for seven days! Please wait for me, and I will give you a clear letter within three days!"

Wang Lin nodded and turned around and walked out of the room.

Mo Lihai pondered in the room. After a long time, he murmured to himself: "This Wang Lin should not be underestimated. He used the thirteenth life to exchange for this person's help, but he did the right thing!

Not to mention the power of the palm print, the gray murderous aura alone is extremely extraordinary. This gray air only has five channels, and it has not yet exerted all its power. Its sharpness is sharper than that of some demon swords! This is still second and most importantly, there is a change in this gray air that I cannot understand, which can actually trigger vitality in my body!

If this gray gas really makes thousands of... it is extremely terrible! Wang Lin should not be enemies with him. It is better to maintain the current relationship!" He pondered for a while, immediately walked out of the room, hurriedly left, and walked around for Wang Lin to enter Hongzhuo.

Wang Lin did not go back to the room, but sat cross-legged in the yard. Although it was quiet around him, there was always a faint sound of piano sound in his ears.

Although the sound of this piano is light, it has a unique charm and will not dissipate for a long time.

That night, Wang Lin did not practice, did not breathe, and even thought about the killing immortal technique in his mind. He just sat quietly in the yard, silently watching the stars in the sky, listening to the piano sound in his heart...

His figure pulled out a long shadow under the moonlight. This shadow seemed particularly bleak in this quiet yard.

Only the movie...

A jar of fine wine from the ancient demon city was placed beside Wang Lin. He sometimes picked up the Wen Qin and drank it. The bleakness in the shadow gradually blew and fell into his body. The bleakness decline seemed to melt in the moonlight, pouring on his body, and reflecting on his heart...

"I, Wang Lin, learned Taoism at the age of sixteen. Today, I have long forgotten the years and don't know the specifics..." Wang Lin picked up the wine jar, took a big gulp, and the wine flowed down from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto his clothes.

Wang Lin looked at the stars in the sky, and a trace of loneliness appeared in his eyes.

"Those who practice Taoism go against the will of heaven are destined to be lonely for a lifetime..."

The sound of the piano was silent, but Wang Lin could vaguely hear it. He wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth and murmured: "Only by being lonely for a lifetime can you have a heart to seek the truth... But how many people can truly taste this loneliness, just like this wine, spicy in the mouth, but it turns into a hot stream in the stomach..."

In the stars and moonlight, the lonely shadow is alone in wine, and the piano is smelling...

"I don't know how those monks of thousands of years have survived the loneliness of thousands of years, but I know that if there is no touch in my heart, practicing Taoism is just practicing the way of oneself, not the way of heaven!

If a cultivator who is not kind to heaven and earth, who acts against the heaven and against the heaven, is still unkind. If a cultivator who practices the path of heaven and earth with an unkind heart, how can he be called practice against the heaven and against the heaven and earth? How can he be called "deficient in heaven and against the heaven and against the heaven and the heaven and against the heaven and the heaven and the heaven and the heaven and the heaven and the heaven and the heavens are just doing it!

Since ancient times, those who follow the heavens have been the darlings of heaven and earth. Behind this darlings is the body of an ant! My way is not to follow the heavens, but to move against the heavens and practice against the immortals. What I seek is not only immortality, but more, to get rid of the body of an ant behind it, and to make it contrary to the way!"

Wang Lin drank all the wine in the jar in one mouthful and threw it forward. The wine jar fell to the ground and broke with a bang. Wang Lin touched his eyebrows with his right hand, leaning against the side, and the declining look in his eyes gradually disappeared...

The moonlight slowly became deeper, like sand between fingers, slowly flowing away. When the sun rose, Wang Lin opened his eyes. That night, he was drunk...

Drunk, drunk with piano...

When he woke up, everything about yesterday was buried deep in his heart and sealed in a position that could not be touched.

Three days passed in a flash. Wang Lin had not practiced these three days. Every morning, he would leave the Mo Mansion and sit down by the river. When he was waiting for the pleasure boat to pass by, the short piano sound echoed.

The sad sound of the piano flowed in his mind, passing through the sealed memory, and entering into the depths of his heart.

Hearing the sound of the piano and drinking the wine bought by the sergeant, Wang Lin was immersed in it, and had a unique insight.

The woman in the Huafang had no idea that during these three days, there was a person who listened carefully to her piano sound. She just knew that every time the Huafang passed by, the sadness in her heart would become stronger. This sadness flowed into the strings of the piano along the jade hand and was gently popped out.

During these three days, Wang Lin lived a peaceful life, away from all disputes, away from all killing marks, forgot the danger of Tuosen, forgot the appointment of Mo Lihai, and forgot his expectation for the title. He had the sound of piano and drinks to accompany him, and in three days he experienced a brief baptism of his heart.

He never looked at the front of the woman. He only needed a back and a wisp of piano sound, which was enough...

If Mo Lihai had not handled the matter of entering Hongzhuo, Wang Lin would have been sitting like this and continued the baptism of his heart. He didn't know how long he would sit, maybe until the strings broke and the sound of the piano stopped...

After retracting his mind from the sound of the piano, Wang Lin stood up, glanced at the pleasure boat that was gradually moving away, turned around and left!

The moment he turned around, the woman on the pleasure boat turned around and looked at the river in the distance. There was always darkness in front of her, but this time, the figure of the man leaving appeared in front of her again.

"Mingxuan, what are you looking at?" A plain voice came from the woman.

The sound of the piano suddenly stopped!

The woman turned her head and slowly lowered her jade hands floating on the strings, trembling gently. This sound, for her, represents the heaven and an irresistible fate.

"Your piano sound is so sad, the guest asks you to change it!" The voice was dull, and there was a sense of innocence.

The woman was silent, and with her trembling jade hands, she twitched the strings. The sound of the piano changed, like the spring of March, and a cheerful piano sound popped out of the strings and slowly floated on the pleasure boat and the river.

"Very good, I'll play like this in the future." The voice just now came again...

The cheerful sound of the piano spreads out. Although the sound of the piano is joyful, if you listen carefully, there is no happiness inside, it is clearly a silent cry...

This cry contains sadness and sorrow. If it is described in four words, it can only be a forced smile! As it floats, the laughter and joy in the pleasure boat slowly contrast with it, but the sound of the piano has never been integrated with it.

Behind the forced smile, there was a strong bitterness flowing, and along the sound of the piano, it was hidden very deeply. Mingxuan knew that no one could understand the sadness in the sound of the piano.
Chapter completed!