Red Heart Survey

Qu Shunhua pointed to the empty seat next to him, and motioned Ye Lan'er to sit down. She smiled generously: "No matter how unpalatable the leftovers are, you can still speak ill of me? My Huangliang platform has collapsed, who will support you?"

Ye Lan'er spat: "Whoever wants to believe this will listen to it."

She looked at Jiang Wang: "It's late to deal with some things, please forgive me, Mr. Jiang."

"We just arrived too." Jiang Wang smiled slightly.

Ye Lan'er took another two steps, and instead of taking the empty seat, she looked at Chu Yuzhi and smiled at him: "I prefer the position where General Chu sits, sitting in the northeast, looking southwest, facing the wind and looking at the clouds. "

"Who can refuse Miss Ye?" Chu Yuzhi smiled, and got up directly with the chair, changed positions with Ye Lan'er, and helped her arrange the chair.

Ye Lan'er thanked her, and then Shi Shiran sat down.

Just on Jiang Wang's right.

Jiang Wang almost smelled a faint fragrance, but it disappeared after a while, which made people feel quite lost.

But he just kept a polite smile and nodded to the newcomer.

Ye Lan'er also smiled and nodded.

As the host of today's banquet, Qu Shunhua looked at Jiang Wang, then Ye Lan'er, and said with a smile, "The rest of us already know each other. I don't think you two need my introduction, do you? Number one in the world, there must be a tacit understanding!"

One of the world's number one inner palace.

The most beautiful woman in the world.

Of course, the No. 1 inner mansion has already gone out, and the No. 1 beauty is only confined to the territory of Chu State for the time being.

At least if Jiang Wang was to judge, he definitely didn't think Ye Lan'er was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Ye Lan'er glared at Qu Shunhua reproachfully: "Mr. Jiang's record of punching and kicking on the Guanhe Terrace is called number one in the world. What kind of number one am I? It makes people laugh when I say it."

Turning his eyes, he looked at Jiang Wang: "Long time no see, Mr. Jiang is even more handsome than before!"

Jiang Wang froze for a moment.

It's not because of Ye Lan'er greeting him.

It's not because Ye Lan'er is too beautiful.

It's the polite words he used...Ye Lan'er used them first!

Fortunately, he reacted immediately and replied first——

"oh?"

It was only after I said this that I realized that I was stupid in replying, and it was not easy for the other party to continue.

In a flash of thought, he remedied it in a joking tone: "Why don't you talk about it?"

The smile on Ye Lan'er's face froze for a moment.

The words of the leader of the Yellow River are very different from his performance on the viewing platform in the past. It's a bit... too greasy,

Especially with that insincere smile, it has the temperament of an old man who has been in the romantic field for a long time.

Zuo Guangshu probably felt ashamed again, and silently looked out the window.

Qu Shunhua still had a good impression of Big Brother Jiang, and felt that Big Brother Jiang was just fascinated by beauty for a while, so he lost his words.

Young people, how normal is it to be obsessed with beauty?

Doesn't Xiao Guangshu often talk incoherently in front of him?

So he flattered his horse and rushed to the rescue: "Brother Jiang's demeanor, can you describe it in just a few words? The defeat on Guanhetai, the fight against the Emperor Yan Luo, and the decisive battle against Huang Sheli, which one is not a famous game?"

She looked at Jiang Wang and said sincerely: "Later, I also learned that Brother Jiang fought against the Four Great Demons by himself and killed all of them. With this legendary record, he is famous as the number one inner palace in Qing history. Can you tell me about this famous game?" speak?"

Jiang Wang has the nerve to brag about himself in front of so many people, this is not the time to show off in private with An An or Zuo Guangshu.

Beijue said in embarrassment: "Well, the hero doesn't mention the bravery in the past, let's look back."

After saying this, he felt a little sincere: "The Inner Palace has already passed. The light of the past can only stay in the past, and cannot shine on the Star Tower."

"Well said!" Chu Yuzhi didn't care about any undercurrents, and said directly: "Don't cover your eyes with floating clouds, brother Jiang's realm, I admire Chu!"

Ye Lan'er thought, this is true. If what Jiang Wang said just now was indeed from the heart, then the leader of the Yellow River in the Inner Mansion would indeed not be his end.

While the few people were talking, five young girls, each holding a very delicate wooden box, came upstairs.

The wooden box was opened, but inside was a set of tableware, including ivory chopsticks, white jade bowls, Ru kiln porcelain plates, phoenix-patterned luminous cups...

Arrange them carefully and serve them in front of the five people seated.

Then they stood behind the five of them, serving as serving maids.

Immediately afterwards, a waiter walked up the stairs slowly, holding a jade basin in the shape of a dragon boat, and approached the table. Before the cover is uncovered, the fragrance is already floating.

But the dishes from Huangliangtai's back kitchen had already been delivered.

So everyone didn't speak, and waited for the cloth.

This dragon boat-shaped jade basin lightly landed in the middle of the round table, and it looked very agile.

The carving work of this jade basin alone is enough to show its value.

The maid standing next to Jiang Wang should be the main waiter at this table, and introduced in a proper voice: "Today's banquet is the Shenglong Banquet. The first dish is called 'Yulong'."

"The Jade Dragon is also known as the Ichthyosaur. It is said to be a dragon species, but it is just a legend. But it is true that it has a lot of spiritual power, and it is also true that it has long beards like dragon beards."

She reached out to lift the jade cover and handed it over to the waiter who brought the food upstairs.

Strange to say, before the cover was removed, the fragrance could already be smelled. At this time, when the lid was lifted, there was no fragrance at all.

Everyone saw a jade dragon fish with long beard and golden scales swimming slowly in the clear fish soup in the jade basin shaped like a dragon boat.

The corners of Jiang Wang's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help cursing, who knows how to be a fish? Bring up a live fish to fool the ghost?

"It's not that the fish is undercooked." The maid next to him seemed to know the guest's mind, and introduced softly: "It's still swimming, it's just the extracted instinct, not its vitality."

After finishing speaking, she picked up a small jade hammer and tapped lightly on the fish's head——

The fish skin with golden scales fell off completely and sank in the bottom of the soup, just like a beauty gently unraveling Luo Shang.

As a result, the tender and white fish meat was exposed to everyone's sight.

The fish skin has already shed, but the jade dragon is still swimming slowly along the previous track.

The maid scooped up a small bowl of fish with a jade spoon and put it in front of Jiang Wang.

"My lord, please use it."

The rest of the maids also scooped up the fish for the guests they were serving.

Regardless of the others, Jiang Wang took a spoonful and put it in his mouth.

It only feels smooth, tender and fragrant, and I can't help but swallow it in one gulp.

It turned out that all the aromas were absorbed by the fish.

So it exploded on the tip of the tongue, and then hit the throat.

Even after the fish has been swallowed, the fragrance of the lips and teeth is still lingering, just like the jade dragon swimming in the jade basin...

The taste of the world!

There was only one thought in Jiang Wang's mind.

No one spoke, everyone silently ate up the fish in the bowl, and waited for the maid to fill another bowl.

The jade dragon in the jade basin of the dragon boat soon only had a skeleton with complete fish bones, but it was still swimming in the soup.

This is the "instinct" it was extracted from, swimming.

Jiang Wang glanced at the Dragon Boat Jade Pot, he wanted to taste the fish soup, but the vegetable maid didn't seem to have any intention of serving it to him...

Just as he was hesitating whether to do it himself, the maid in charge had already taken back the lid and covered the dragon boat jade basin.

It seemed to be unintentional, and it seemed to be a reminder: "This Yulong can't drink soup, because all the impurities are in it. This soup is inferior."

Jiang Wang thought, the low-grade soup might be delicious too.

But the waiter who served the food had already taken the dragon boat jade basin away and went downstairs.

Make people feel lost.

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Some people live in high-rise buildings, while others do not cover their heads.

Some people are full of fragrance and flirtatious, while others are curled up and hugging smelly.

In this world, people are different from each other.

We are born differently, we see differently, we meet differently, and we seek differently.

Life is different.

Fang Heling would often think of those people drinking and laughing.

He actually wanted to be a part of it.

Want to be like them, heroic and indulgent.

But he was never like them.

The so-called "Five Heroes of the Fenglin Forest" is such a ridiculous title to be released to the world.

Not majestic at all, very clumsy.

Even in Fenglin City, one cannot enter the extraordinary level. No monk would take a look.

But among the outer disciples of Fenglin City Daoist Academy, how loud it is.

In the eyes of a person like him who really wanted to enter the city daoyuan, it was simply a legend.

The five most outstanding disciples of the outer sect are like-minded and become brothers in life and death. Walk mountains and rivers together, act chivalrously. Maybe in the future, they will also sword Qingming together.

How he wanted to be a part of it.

He had also imagined the majesty of drawing his sword as promised, traveling thousands of miles, cutting off the enemy's head and then returning. He wants to drink wine and sing songs with his brothers.

But in this life, it is no longer possible.

All the people who changed beyond recognition later were willing to change at first!

Blood.

Blood is such a bright and painful color.

I don't know when it started. Everything he saw was covered in blood.

No, not right.

This world is bloody.

no, no...

You clearly remember when it started...

So why the blur?

Why forget?

Why so cowardly?

Why did you work so hard so hard, but still! yes! so weak!

There was a burst of severe pain at the position of the heart. Like ants crawling, like a knife cutting, like a fire burning.

The non-stop pain made Fang Heling want to fall down, curled up on the ground, hugging herself.

But he just stood silently, expressionless.

In front of him was a high cliff, on which was a pine tree with deep roots.

A man is hanging from a pine tree.

The person's hands were tied together and hung above his head.

The rope was blood-colored, and the other end of the rope was stuck into the branch, as if living together with the branch.

The man's feet were also tied together, and the bloody rope wound several times and converged behind him, like two bloody snakes, straightened suddenly and nailed into the high cliff.

The person is thus fixed in the air. His teeth were clenched, his eyes were wide open, his eyeballs were protruding, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

Here and now, it is actually very silent, only the wind is blowing.

Fang Heling, who was standing silently, stretched his right hand forward, pierced into the chest of the man in front of him, and pinched his heart.

Hatred is supernatural, spreads hatred with hatred, asks heart with heart.

Add pain to pain.

The tormented, pained person in front of him doesn't know that the abuser hurts more than he does.

Of course, even if you know it, it won't help you alleviate anything.

Fang Heling had long been used to this level of pain, silently chewing on the message from this heart.

Most of them are useless, and only one or two sporadic clues can be captured, just like looking for crickets in the grass when I was a child-this is also easier than letting the other party speak.

"Wu Shengjiao Moon Rabbit, is it the rabbit noodles from the previous Twelve Bone Noodles..."

Fang Heling muttered to himself.

His hands were slowly clenched, and the heart was slowly crushed like this.

The eyes of the person who was hung were still wide open, but the divine light had dissipated.

His physical body has been necrotic, his soul may have dissipated like this, or he may have gone to the so-called inanimate world... who knows?

Fang Heling pulled out his hand and flicked it lightly, all the blood stained on his hand splashed out, splashing down the high cliff in a graceful trajectory.

He is not suitable for hating supernatural powers, and he doesn't even have the talent to take off supernatural powers at all.

Bai Gudao's blood for pills has already destroyed his foundation-although his foundation is basically mediocre.

He was in a dying state and was picked up by accident.

He was reshaped after his veins were destroyed.

The blood-red mansion in Wufuhai was built by Wei Li.

His hatred supernatural power is a living implanted body.

He is not suitable.

The first demon has already made a conclusion that he is not suitable.

But what is he suitable for?

He was too mediocre, too useless, too useless.

Even Yan Chunhui, who was at the top of the extraordinary, didn't know what he was suitable for!

Then he can only hold on to the supernatural power of hatred.

This is his only option.

In the name of hatred, it is not a way to become stronger, nor is there any terrible perseverance, let alone the word will.

It's just the only hope in this lingering life.

The only possibility of personal revenge.

So that's all he can do.

This is the only way to go.

Even though every time he uses the hatred supernatural power, he suffers from the supernatural power.

It's as if the magical seed itself has spirituality, and it's unwilling to be controlled by a waste like him.

Despite the price of using this supernatural power, the pain was so painful that he wanted to commit suicide.

He wanted to give up countless times, wanted to collapse on the ground, and wanted to cry bitterly.

But he didn't.

In this world, no one will give him a complete explanation, no one will hold his head and say to him——"Then prove it to me, my son."

No one cared about his tears.

Being strong starts with not being able to be weak anymore.

He no longer lives to prove to anyone.

"No life teaching... no life teaching."

He chewed the term over and over again.

This sect, which has developed in Yong, Jiao, and Luo, first gained momentum, it seems to be during the Zhuang-Yong War.

With the help of the great pain caused by the war, it developed rapidly.

"War, death, resentment..." Fang Heling murmured.

This sect is in the same line as the Tao of the Bone, but they don't believe in the evil god of the bone. Instead, they believe in the inanimate patriarch who is a god, a Taoist, and a leader.

The god is their god, the Taoist is their ideal, and the leader is their leader.

At this point, it is completely different from other cults.

From the Bone Path to the Wushengjiao, that Moon Rabbit must know something...

Fang Heling thought so.

But he is also very clear.

It has only been more than a year since the end of the Zhuang Yong Kingdom War.

This sect was able to develop to its current scale in such a short period of time, and the strength behind it was by no means something he could challenge alone.

Of course, he is not without organization behind him.

Even if the fortune teller died, the evil died, the flesh was cut to death, and the head was beheaded to death, nearly half of the nine human demons were killed or injured.

But these don't shake anything at all.

As long as the boss is still there, the Valley of No Return will still be strong.

But without Huigu's extremely loose organization, it is impossible to provide him with any help.

Everyone in the organization can do whatever the fuck they want to the extreme.

Don't even think about friendship.

Everyone in the organization is selfish, cruel, and unfeeling.

At most, under the will of the boss, try not to kill each other as much as possible.

Only top-down orders can unify some power.

For example, the fortune-telling demon ordered them to destroy Qingyun Pavilion, for example, the fortune-telling demon led them to plan Yu Beidou, for example, each of them had to act under the orders of the boss...

However, among the nine monsters, he ranked ninth.

It is obvious that even if there are new monsters to fill in, his ranking will not be high.

The ranking of monsters only depends on strength, not time.

So why is it still so weak? !

I'm a waste...

I am not trash!

Fang Heling's eyes frenzied for a while, and then quickly calmed down.

Want to borrow the power of no return.

unless……

The tentacles of Wushengjiao explore Chen Guo.

But this group of inanimate believers acted crazily, but their top leaders were very cautious. It seems that there is no idea of ​​further expansion in a short time.

So what to do?

Fang Heling thought silently, turned around and prepared to leave.

His steps stopped.

At this time, there was a person standing in front of him.

I don't know when this man appeared, and I don't know how long he stood behind him.

And he didn't notice it at all.

more importantly--

This man stood there quietly, letting the mountain wind blow away his long hair.

It appeared countless times in his nightmares!

No.

This man is his nightmare itself!

In just an instant, Fang Heling's eyes had turned blood red, and a cold light had already jumped between his fingers!

In the shortest time, he exploded all the power that can be exploded, including what he has mastered and what he has not mastered.

In the era when flying swords were prevalent, there was a kind of swordsmanship named "Can".

What is Remnant Sword Art?

The sky is broken, the land is lacking, and the people are gone.

From fierce to evil.

It is to cut off one part of the soul, two parts of the bone, three parts of the flesh, and four parts of the blood.

Use your body as your furnace, your life as your fire, and cast a broken sword.

This sword is born with holes in the sky, and when it is moved, it swims and splits the earth. It was born to kill, and it will not kill the soul until it kills it.

This is a taboo technique in the flying sword era!

Even a strong man like Yan Chunhui, who has inherited the best swordsmanship, still uses the word "fierce sword" to describe this technique.

Because he worked hard and completed a task that was almost impossible with his strength, he was rewarded with merit.

Yan Chunhui reminded him that "there is no way out".

Fang Heling has been practicing this sword technique for a long time, so he can fully understand this reminder.

This kind of swordsmanship first injures oneself and then injures others.

It is definitely on the wrong path, it is the product of the most narrow and radical period in the Feijian era, and it can even be called the "relict disaster" of the Feijian era.

But does Fang Heling have any choice?

Not all powerful skills can be less talented.

Even if Yan Chun is willing to teach the selfless sword code that stands at the pinnacle of the flying sword era, will he be able to learn it well if he has the talent?

Fang Heling told himself more than once that disabled swordsmanship should not be used easily.

He is very aware of the dangers of this sword technique.

But the moment he saw this man with drooping hair, he had already activated his hatred supernatural power, and pulled out the heart-cutting dagger. His body was like a sheath, and a fierce sword sound resounded!

For the rest of his life, he lived for this person!

Right now, right now.

Zhang Linchuan... Zhang Linchuan... Zhang Linchuan!

When I let you know my hatred!

Fang Heling had never felt such a powerful self, with surging power rushing through his body.

It seems that the world here is also trembling.

The excruciating pain in the heart that prompted the supernatural powers also became a different kind of motivation at this time.

His soul is trembling!

Everything that has been struggled along the way will be burned in this round.

At least for this round...

Zhang Linchuan!

You have to watch me!

Fang Heling's blood-red eyes could only see that one person at this moment.

Then he sees...

The man raised his eyes quietly and cast a look.

Just a look.

It was a calm look that could be called gentle, but it was also detached and indifferent.

He has no dissatisfaction with this world, but this world has nothing to do with him.

It is about such a look.

Like a mountain pressed down.

body, infinitely heavy.

Heart, infinitely heavy.

Fang Heling felt as if he was falling in an infinite abyss.

Fall forever.

There is no place to borrow strength.

There is also no possibility of stopping the fall in sight.

The sharp and ferocious sword sound in the body stopped abruptly.

It is obviously such a powerful force, but it cannot be revived.

The power that was already boiling in his body was also frozen, unable to continue to rush out!

It's ridiculously still in the interval between explosion and annihilation.

The part of soul, bone, flesh, and blood that he had already separated stopped at the step of separation in embarrassment.

One step back, the sword will disappear, how can you be reconciled?

One step forward, the sword can be cast into shape, but it cannot be killed.

Fang Heling clearly felt that his body was blocked by an invisible force. That feeling... It was as if all the pores on his body were blocked, and his skin itself became a prison cell.

His own body thus formed a completely airtight space, trapping all his powers related to the disabled sword technique.

This caused him to be fighting for his life and doing everything... But all his strength couldn't even leave his body.

His people are still rushing forward, but his strongest support is still locked in his body!

Just like a swordsman, he has rushed towards the enemy, ready to decide the final life and death, but his sword is in the sheath and cannot be pulled out!

This is... what kind of power?

What kind of gap is this?

He knew he had been crushed, but he didn't even know how he had been suppressed!

Once the thought of despair is born, it can no longer be stopped and grows infinitely.

He had experienced this kind of despair before.

Is this Zhang Linchuan?

Is this Zhang Linchuan?

Fang Heling remembered in a trance that Wei Quji, the lord of Fenglin City, fell into the sky amidst the violent thunder. And the man illuminated by the thunder light calmly put on the bone mask.

He will never forget that at that time he was inspired by that kind of strength, and admired that kind of cold power...

And it was precisely this kind of ruthless power that blasted out a cloud of thunder and took his father away.

Fallen in front of him countless times... a charred corpse.

Never forget.

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