Renegade Immortal

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

From their point of view, Wang Lin spent most of the day doing nothing but walking around and standing by the river.

It was already dark now, but this man was still pacing slowly and unhurriedly.

In the night, Hongcheng is dimly lit, like a city that never sleeps.

Wang Lin was walking slowly and his eyes fell on a piece of darkness in the distance that was rare in Hongcheng. There was a large building shrouded in an extremely depressing atmosphere.

This breath is full of death and resentment.

"That's Hong Lao, one of the four major prisons in Kyoto!" the sergeant behind Wang Lin followed his gaze and whispered.

"Hong Lao... Wang Lin nodded.

The prisoners in this prison are all felons. The place is heavily guarded and cannot be entered without access tokens. "The sergeant explained.

Wang Lin took a careful look at Hong Lao. He had noticed before that there were several powerful demonic auras there. The demonic aura was no less powerful than Mo Lihai's words. After a while, Wang Lin walked towards Mo Mansion.

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

"I'm going to Hong Lao, is Brother Mo there ()

method? "Mo Li Hai glanced at Wang Lin for a moment, and instead of asking the reason, he pondered for a moment and said, "It's a bit difficult! "

Wang Lin frowned and said, "That's it!" Mo Lihai smiled slightly and said, "How long will you be going there?" "A month!" Wang Lin said.

"Cultivation?" Mo Lihai said with a focused gaze.

Wang Lin looked at Mo Li Hai and nodded and said, "I need to kill. If we kill a lot in this Demon City, I'm afraid it will cause some unnecessary trouble." After saying that, Wang Lin added, "If I succeed, I can help you." We are more sure of the time!" Mo Lihai stood up after hearing this and stared at Wang Lin and said word by word, "Are you sure?" Wang Lin waved his right hand without any nonsense, and five killing auras roared out from between his fingers. The five blue dragons headed straight for Mo Lihai at lightning speed.

Mo Lihai laughed and punched out with his right hand, but when he saw bursts of sound piercing the air, the five gray energy collapsed immediately. But Mo Lihai smiled and took three steps back with a strange look in his eyes.

I saw that the scattered gray energy instantly merged and formed five blue dragons again. A thick murderous aura spread from it and enveloped the surroundings almost instantly. The soldiers in Mo Mansion were alarmed and rushed here.

At the same time, these five rays of killing energy roared out. Mo Lihai's eyes flashed and he punched again, but he heard bursts of banging and cracking sounds in the air. The five rays of gray energy were as fast as lightning and rushed through Mo Lihai's body in an instant. The fist rushed towards his chest.

The killing energy was approaching in an instant, but it was blocked by a sudden and silent curtain of demonic power seven inches in front of Mo Lihai and was bounced back.

Despite this, the demon curtain in front of Mo Lihai shook violently.

"If you are so depressed, how can you still do it so easily..." Wang Lin said slowly.

Mo Lihai's eyes revealed a strange light. This was not the first time he had seen this murderous aura twice. In comparison, this time it was more powerful. He said decisively, "One month is too long for me to do it, but seven days is no problem. There are felons in Hong Prison." Ten thousand people are enough for you to practice for seven days! Just wait for me and I will give you the confirmation within three days!" Wang Lin nodded and walked out of the room.

Mo Lihai stared in the room and pondered for a long time. He murmured to himself, "Wang Lin should not underestimate it. He did the right thing when he exchanged the life of Thirteen for this person's help!"

Not to mention the power of the palm print, the gray murderous aura alone is extremely extraordinary. Only five of these gray auras can shock my demon armor without even exerting its full power. Its sharpness is sharper than some demon swords! This is the second most important thing. There is a change in my understanding of Yuanfa in this gray air that can actually activate the vitality in my body!

It would be extremely terrifying if this gray energy were allowed to form into thousands! It would be better for Wang Lin not to become his enemy and maintain the current relationship! "He thought for a moment, then walked out of the room and hurriedly left to help Wang Lin enter the prison and walk around.

Wang Lin did not go back to his room but sat cross-legged in the courtyard. Although everything was quiet, there was always the faint sound of the piano lingering in his ears.

Although the sound of the piano is faint, it has a unique charm that lasts for a long time.

That night, Wang Lin did not practice, breathe out, or even think about the Immortal Killing Technique in his mind. He just sat quietly in the yard, silently watching the stars in the sky and listening to the music in his heart..." His figure drew a line under the moonlight. The long shadow looked particularly desolate in this quiet courtyard.

"Only a single shadow." A jar of fine wine from the ancient demon city was placed next to Wang Lin. He would occasionally pick up the piano and drink it. The desolation in the shadow gradually spread to the desolation of his body, as if melting into the moonlight, showering on his body and reflecting on his heart. I, Wang Lin, learned Taoism at the age of sixteen, but to this day, I have long forgotten the years and don’t know about the body..." Wang Lin picked up the wine jar and drank a large gulp of wine from the corner of his mouth, dripping on his clothes.

Wang Lin looked at the stars in the sky with a hint of loneliness in his eyes.

"A Taoist who goes against heaven is doomed to be lonely all his life."

The sound of the piano was silent, but Wang Lin could vaguely hear him wiping the wine from the corner of his mouth and murmuring, "You can only have a heart to seek truth by being alone all your life. But how many people can truly taste the taste of loneliness? It's like the spicy taste of this wine in the mouth." But it turned into heat"

Under the starlight and moonlight, a solitary shadow drinks wine and listens to the piano. "I don't know how those ten thousand-year-old monks survived these ten thousand years of loneliness, but I know that if you don't have the slightest touch in your heart, you are just practicing the way you think you are, not the way of heaven!

If a monk who practices the unkindness of heaven and earth and goes against heaven is equally unmoved, he will still be unkind. If he cultivates the way of heaven and earth with an unkind heart, how can he call it a practice that goes against heaven? Where does the word "ni" come from? That's just going with the flow!

Since ancient times, those who obey the sky have been the darlings of heaven and earth. But behind this darling is the body of an ant! My way is not to follow heaven but to go against heaven based on the emotions in my heart. What I seek is not only immortality, but more importantly, getting rid of the ant body behind me. This makes me go against heaven!

Wang Lin drank all the wine in the jar and raised it forward. The jar fell to the ground and banged against it. Wang Lin touched his eyebrows with his right hand and leaned to the side. The fading color in his eyes gradually disappeared. The moonlight slowly became as deep as between the fingers. The sand slowly flowed away. When the sun rose, Wang Lin opened his eyes. He was drunk that night. The moment he woke up, everything from yesterday was buried deep in his heart. It was sealed and untouchable. s position.

Three days passed by in a flash. During these three days, Wang Lin did not practice. He would leave Mo Mansion every morning and sit down by the river. The brief sound of the piano echoed while waiting for the painting boat to pass by.

The sad music flowed through his mind from the sealed memory into the depths of his heart.

Listening to the music and drinking the wine bought by the sergeant, Wang Lin was immersed in it and had some unique insights.

The woman who painted the boat had no idea that there was someone who was listening to her music seriously during these three days. She just knew that every time the boat passed by, the sadness in her heart would become stronger. This sadness flowed down her jade hands and was gently touched by the strings of the piano. pop-up.

In the past three days, Wang Lin lived in peace, far away from all disputes, far away from all traces of murder, forgotten the danger of Tuosen, forgotten Mo Lihai's appointment, and forgot his own expectations for winning the championship. He was surrounded by the music of the piano and accompanied by drinks. It took him three days to experience it. A brief baptism of the heart.

He had never looked at the front of that woman. All he needed was a back view and a wisp of piano music. If Mo Lihai hadn't arranged for her to enter the Hong Prison, Wang Lin would have sat down like this and continued his heartache. He didn't know how long he would sit there, maybe until The strings broke and the sound stopped...

Wang Lin withdrew his mind from the sound of the piano and stood up, glanced at the painting that was gradually going away, and turned around to leave!

The moment he turned around, the woman on the boat turned back to look at the river in the distance. Her eyes were always dark, but this time the man's leaving figure reappeared in front of her eyes.

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

The music suddenly stopped!

The woman turned her head and slowly lowered her jade hand floating on the strings, trembling slightly. This sound represented to her the irresistible fate of God.

"The sound of your piano is too sad. I want you to change it!" There was a hint of refusal in the plain voice.

The woman Shen plucked the strings with her trembling jade hands, and the sound of the piano changed, like a cheerful piano sound popping out of the strings and slowly floating on the "Painted Boat" creek, like a spring in March.

"Very good, just keep playing like this." The cheerful piano sound came out again from just now. Although the piano sound is joyful, if you listen carefully, it is clear that there is happiness in it, it is a kind of silent crying..."

This crying contains sadness and sadness. If I use four words to describe it, it can only be ""

Force a smile! As it floated, the bursts of laughter and laughter in the boat slowly complemented it, but the sound of the piano never merged with it.

Behind that forced smile, there was a strong bitter taste that was hidden along the piano music. The turtle knew that no one could understand the sadness in the piano music.

The sound of the piano gradually drifted into the distance as the painting boat passed, leaving only the ripples raised by the painting boat on the river slowly pushing towards the rivers on both sides.