Fantasy World Transmigration

Chen Ang was holding a tall horse, and looked at the girl holding his rein with a wry smile. Qu Fei looked up at him sullenly, with a trace of resentment in her brows. She pulled Chen Ang's horse and opened her eyes slightly. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but hesitated.

"Hey!" Chen Ang looked at the girl helplessly.

"Aren't you going to take me with you?" Qu Feiyan said sullenly, turning his head to prevent him from seeing the tears in his eyes.

Her voice was a little sobbing, with a hint of stubbornness, Chen Ang knew that if she didn't explain clearly to her, she might turn around and catch up, so he forced a smile and persuaded her.

"Isn't it that I won't come back? In this world, there is no feast that will never end. It's just a time-consuming parting, and it's not like I won't see you forever. Come, let me wipe it for you!" Chen Ang handed over a corner of silk cloth.

Qu Feiyan suddenly grabbed it in his hand, turned his head and let go of the rein in his hand, pinched the silk handkerchief tightly in his hand, suppressed his emotions, and pretended to be calm: "Then you go! Remember to come Find me!"

Chen Ang pondered for a while, smiled wryly, and begged, "You have to collect the medical books I gave you. When you reach a big town, you can find a bookstore to help me publish it all over the world. In the future, those ghosts and snakes will come to you if they have any troubles. You don't have to worry about it, someone will take care of him!"

Seeing that the girl was still gloomy, Chen Ang had no choice but to continue: "The redemption books collected by the three religions and nine schools, you can also help me collect them! The money I left, you can use it to build a big library, and don't stop it." People come to borrow books, and when your library is completed, I will definitely come back to read books!"

The veil that Qu Feiyan was holding tightly was loosened, she turned her head, and she stuck out her tongue at Chen Ang, making a grimace and said, "Got it, send a ghost. You go away!" Come on! I'm just joking with you!"

Chen Ang shook his head with a wry smile, pulled the steed, and disappeared into the afterglow of the evening sun.

Seeing his figure gradually go away, the sound of horseshoes getting farther and farther away, tears burst out of Qu Feiyan's smiling face suddenly, Lan Fenghuang next to him silently leaned over and pressed her into his chest, The suppressed cry gradually spread.

The sun gradually moved westward, leaving only a faint glow on the horizon.

On the official road outside Jiangling City, in an old small pavilion for pedestrians to rest their feet, dozens of people sat on the ground in a group with torches on. Among them, an old man with a strange face slammed the ground and said angrily: "Songshan Mountain The group of dogs sent out can't do little things well? You go ask, did Chen Ang really leave the city at dusk?"

A burly old man with a beard as thick as iron flashed his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Elder Bao, don't panic. He must be on his way. Our gods have laid a net around him. No matter where he goes, he will be killed." Can't escape our palms!"

Another middle-aged woman, with a gloomy face, couldn't deny it: "That man is so powerful, he can defeat both good and evil with his sword, and even among the gods, there are quite a few masters who follow his way, let alone other things. , just that sad crisp breeze is not something easy to deal with, it's better to be careful!"

Elder Bao waved his hand, and said indifferently: "Sanniang is too worried, the leader specially sent a genius doctor Ping to help us, this little trouble is nothing to worry about, so many of us are here, are we afraid that he will not succeed as a junior?"

He said with a sneer: "It's the Wuyue Sword Sect who are so useless that made Zhu Zi famous! When he falls into our hands, Ping Yizhi asked for the prescriptions of Beisu Qingfeng and Sanshi Naoshen Pill, which is a great achievement !"

Nasang Sanniang raised her head,

Looking at him with burning eyes, he said in a deep voice, "Elder Bao, be careful!"

Elder Bao knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, so he quickly shut up and stopped mentioning the Three Corpse Brain Pills. After Dongfang Bubai became the leader, he has been neglecting the teaching affairs and living in seclusion on the Black Wood Cliff. Putting him in the spotlight, if it weren't for Dongfang Bubai's peerless martial arts and Tong Baixiong's loyalists, Elder Bao would have tried to make trouble a long time ago.

The sound of the horse's hooves of 'De Er De Er' approached, and everyone in the pavilion stood up vigilantly and looked to the side of the official road. Elder Bao's eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice: "Our people did not send News, everyone, pay close attention!"

On the official road in the sky, a fine horse was walking slowly forward. A young man with a leisurely expression was holding a long sword, leaning on the saddle, looking at them with half a smile.

The last twilight of the evening light also disappeared into the sky, the sky dimmed instantly, a cluster of flickering lights hung on the horse's back, the tall horse of the god steed saw the murderous people in front of it, stopped, and felt uneasy. Planing the ground. Chen Ang pulled up its rein and tugged it slightly to calm it down.

He smiled and looked at the people in the pavilion. On the official road of Jiangling City, it should be the time for the late returnees from the countryside to rush back to the city. In the dusk, the farmers and passers-by hurried forward. Comfortable and warm scene.

But now, there are only a group of people from the rivers and lakes full of evil spirits standing in the middle of the official road.

Chen Ang is not a person who likes to kill people, but when he saw the Demon Cult dragging the corpses of passers-by who had returned late and abandoned them to the side of the road, he couldn't help but stain his long sword with blood.

Although he is smiling now, there is only a coldness in his eyes.

"Chen Ang, what have you done to our God disciples?" Elder Bao snarled, and suddenly his body rushed out like a black panther. There was no trace of astringency in his agility, his bear-like bulky body , Running in this way brings a great impact to people's vision.

Chen Ang looked at him with his head tilted from a high place, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more inexplicable, he asked slowly: "You guys are here to ambush Chen, are you going to say it's a secret? But you are standing majestically in the middle of the avenue, and you want to say Is it blatant? Sending people to intercept and kill pedestrians passing by, this makes Chen a little puzzled?"

Elder Bao threw himself in front of him, and suddenly laughed, "You mean those pedestrians? That's right, in order to prevent them from leaking the news, I ordered the disciples of the God Sect to deal with them!"

"But those people are just some innocent people! You want to hide, how can they find out? But you are sitting carelessly in the middle of the road, not hiding at all, but killing people for the sake of hiding, this is really unimaginable to me!" Chen Ang's eyes were clear, as if he didn't understand why.

Elder Bao snorted coldly and didn't answer. He just surrounded Chen Ang with a few other people. When Chen Ang saw his spotless clothes and neatly arranged ornaments, he suddenly couldn't help sighing.

"In Chen's eyes, life is an extremely wonderful thing, like a wisp of earth's fragrance in the morning breeze. Even an ordinary person whose name is unknown, his voice should be a flower beside the road, In a place that no one knows, it blooms brilliantly and brightly." Chen Ang ignored their small movements and cast his eyes into the distance.

"Ms. Chen is suffering from a strange disease, which makes it difficult to cry or laugh. Even if I am overjoyed and sad at first, my heart is just peaceful. I always feel that one day, I will be indifferent to all the true feelings, sufferings, and hardships in this world, just like a piece of cake. Plants, trees and rocks, neither happy nor sad, immortal and immortal!"

Chen Ang's face was calm, and he suddenly turned to ask them.

"Have you ever heard the sound of snowflakes falling on the roof?? Can you feel the wonderful vitality of the flower buds slowly opening in the spring breeze? Do you know that the autumn wind often carries seeds, from The fragrance of leaves from the distant mountains?"

"This is a cross-examination from a long-time friend of Chen. Chen also uses it to remind himself to cherish life. Even if his heart is icy cold, he must maintain a trace of sincere kindness! It won't be..."

Chen Ang lowered his head and sneered: "I won't become a person who kills innocent people for the sake of clean clothes!"

Before the words fell, the sword light suddenly rose.

Bao Dachu saw the most soul-stirring sword light in his life. He had seen Ren Woxing's sky-shattering blow, which was fierce and fierce, with unparalleled momentum and unstoppable momentum. He had also seen Dongfang Bubai's strange sword technique, full of ghosts, evil Meaning like seductive.

But these are not as good as Chen Ang's sword.

That kind of life-like brilliance, with a weak but tenacious temperament, seems to be the palest but warmest emotion in the world. This is not a kind of swordsmanship, but a kind of persistence and touch, which comes from the humblest and most great humanity.

Chen Ang's pupils are already azure blue, but they are different from the thousand-year-old ice blue in the past, and have lost the deep-rooted rationality and calmness. Warm and moist like the blue of the sea, calm but full of vitality, a faint but real emotion is contained in his eyes.

For the first time, when Chen Ang turned on the overclocking state, he was more like a person than a god who lived in the nine heavens.

Little by little, the blood dripped from Chen Ang's sword tip and dripped to the ground. Bao Dachu and the others held their throats with difficulty, their eyes filled with bewilderment. Bao Dachu whimpered hoarsely, a little blood oozed out between the fingers of his left hand, his right hand grasped the sky twice feebly, and then hung down feebly.

Chen Ang walked past them. Wherever he said that, all the members of the Devil's Cult retreated one after another. They looked at Chen Ang nervously, and as he approached step by step, the sword in their hands could not be held, and fell to the ground. down.

The corpses of Bao Dachu and the others fell to the ground with a 'bang' at this moment.