Red Heart Survey

At first, there were two rays of sword light, twisting like threads in the air.

Almost hidden in the sky, invisible to the common eye.

Suddenly appearing and disappearing, the world wanders.

A moment is like lightning, tearing through the sky thousands of miles away, an instant is like a dragon, vigorous and vigorous!

Crack!

After a cracking sound that ripped apart the sky, the sword light illuminated the heaven and the earth, and finally the figure was divided into two.

The young man held the sword, his eyes eager to try. The old Feijian was at his side, his eyes getting clearer and clearer.

The Southern Territory is vast and there are many strong people. Although it is in a wilderness, there are no human traces left. But the battle between the two top figures in the world, invisible like mosquitoes and flies, and the heaven and earth shaking together, is impossible not to be caught.

But whether it was the State of Chu, the huge city on Tianjue Peak, or Mount Xumi, they all turned a blind eye. Give them plenty of private space,

A person who is forgetful and ignorant, but does all kinds of evil, has no rules and regulations, and has no moral concepts at all. A person with a firm will will definitely repay his kindness and hatred, build a palace in heaven and control Changhe, and wish to benefit the world.

The two have a grudge to block the way, and they have an agreement to fight swords - this agreement is known to the world.

It was normal to fight, and no one could tell what was wrong.

Except Yan Chunhui.

Yan Chunhui, who was very abnormal, didn't think it was normal.

"etc!"

"I remember... we have made peace. I also gave way, took off the name of human demon, and stopped cultivating human demons."

Yan Chunhui tried hard to remember, feeling that he had forgotten something... When would he make a new enemy?

He said confusedly: "I made an agreement with Ye Lingxiao. I will not cause trouble to you again. I have also abided by the agreement. Why are you here today?"

Jiang Wang had already fought once, his blood was still boiling and his sword energy was flying in the air. When he heard these words, his flames suddenly dimmed and he was no longer so fierce: "Is this how he... made an agreement with you? "

Yan Chunhui said: "I promised him not to live in Yun Kingdom in this life, and I also promised him that I would spare your life."

Jiang Wang had a thousand words in his heart, but in the end he just sighed softly: "He still doesn't understand me."

Yan Chunhui now acted like a wise man: "He probably knows you very well, that's why he dared to leave."

Jiang Wang calmed down and said quietly: "I mean, he doesn't understand my strength."

Yan Chunhui looked at him, nodded and said: "Indeed, you have grown up very fast. It is difficult for me to take away your life now. And you can retreat into the sky at any time, even if... the tsunami has not stopped."

Jiang Wang shook his head: "The current Tianhai is also dangerous for me. Because if the Seven Hatreds or the Sinless Heavenly Beings attack me in the Tianhai, it may be difficult for those who want to save me to arrive in time."

"Your ability to offend people is extraordinary." Yan Chunhui's tone was a bit amazed: "But if someone who is transcendent wants to take action against you, it doesn't matter where you hide."

"It's not that I took the initiative to offend them, it's just that when I got here, erasing me has become a choice." Jiang Wang said: "You are right, I am indeed powerless to resist the transcendent ones. But if there are other transcendent ones who want to save Me, it matters where I am.”

Yan Chunhui's eyes suddenly became wary: "You said that if you come to me again, you will only come alone."

"That's true as long as you don't violate the rules." Jiang Wang said calmly: "I keep my promise. I came here with a single sword today."

"You can't kill me now." Yan Chun replied.

Jiang Wangkuan said in a loud voice: "It's okay. All you have to do in life is do your best."

The more Yan Chunhui listened, the less he understood: "Who are you comforting?"

"This way, let's chat while killing." Jiang Wang rushed up with his sword in hand.

The sword energy spontaneously metamorphoses, like a flower, a tree, a dragon, or a tiger, each with its own spirit! There were hundreds of different kinds of sword-qi creatures, and they walked around Yan Chunhui, killing him one after another.

The white-haired figure returning to Yanchun is like the moon in a well, broken and far away in the gradually spreading ripples.

When thousands of sword spirit spirits joined forces to kill him, he was already hanging upside down in the sky.

The two of them ran away and chased each other, avoiding each other several times. The more Yan Chunhui thought about it, the more puzzled he became, and he was a little dazed: "What on earth do you want to do?"

"Then let's chat for a few words first." Jiang Wang couldn't catch up for a while and made his own decision.

Yan Chunhui's white hair was hanging down, and his wrinkles were deep. Standing there, he seemed to be in a state of decline that had not withstood the wind and rain. He also looked languid and lacked energy: "I'm old and my time is running out. I don't want to waste it chatting. Especially I don't want to chat with people who don't respect the elderly."

Jiang Wang rushed over and said, "Then let's fight!"

clang!

Yan Chunhui fled away again, and his body had already escaped the killing force. Only then did the clanging sounds of Chengcha Xinghan and Sauvignon Blanc begin, spinning continuously between heaven and earth.

"You can't kill me," he said.

"Then keep killing."

"How long do you want to kill?"

"Don't worry about it." Jiang Wang pressed forward step by step: "I have a lot of time."

"Are you being reasonable?!"

"I'm talking to you!!"

With a casual sword strike in Duanhun Gorge, Yu Beidou had to carry him and hide in the River of Destiny before narrowly escaping. What's the point?

There is a sea of ​​swords falling from the sky above the Xingyue Plain. The soldiers and generals on both sides are like ants, and human lives are like withered grass. How can there be any truth?

But today Yan Chunhui has been reasoning. "Little friend...why bother?!"

"Don't worry about it."

"I don't want to take care of it...or why don't you come?"

"But I'm already here."

Yan Chun stared back at him, his eyes suddenly clear and cloudy.

The master of Wuhui Valley, who was once full of evil, cultivated and sheltered many demons, and caused harm to the world for thousands of miles and brought disaster to the world for more than a hundred years. Now he looks so stupid and confused, and he is really pitiful for the old, weak, sick and disabled!

It's like an old man who lives a responsible life was bullied into the door by that black-hearted green-skinned gangster.

Look at the old yellow dog whimpering with its tail between its legs in the distance, and the beautiful woman crying in the mud... It's a scene that can't be more routine.

What about robbing women, bullying the old and weak, kicking dogs, shaking egg yolks.

Just like countless times in the story, the helpless old man always has to give in in the end.

"Okay!" Yan Chunhui sighed, his hands slightly lowered, the sword light around his fingers, and he was quite sad like a tiger in a flat land being bullied by a dog: "What do you want to talk about?"

Jiang Wang temporarily stopped his sword and immediately entered the state of chatting: "When I went to Wuhui Valley to visit Senior Yan, who revealed the news to you?"

"Why be so polite? I would rather you not call me senior, just as before!"

"No matter what the positions of both parties are. If you can solve my doubts, I will respect you."

"I can't say this. Others saved me from the water and fire, how can I put him in an unjust position?"

Jiang Wang raised his sword again: "Then let's fight!"

"Qian Chou!" Yan Chunhui shouted.

Jiang Wang was silent for a moment: "So, it was the information that the hero asked him to convey?"

Yan Chunhui shook his head: "I don't know about that."

Jiang Wang looked at him quietly, as if judging the truth of his words.

Yan Chunhui stood there with a slightly demented look, his eyes gradually becoming cloudy.

Jiang Wang quickly asked again: "I know you have a deal with Senior Ye, and he also borrowed a sword from you - what was his reward?"

Yan Chunhui temporarily stopped looking at him and remained somewhat sober: "This is between me and him."

"Is it inconvenient to say?"

"I can't say."

Feeling Yan Chunhui's determination, Jiang Wang let go of this question and said: "I know that when Zong Dezhen fought with Senior Ye, he came to you with a split thought. At that time, you said you forgot - what important information did Senior Ye leave with you?"

This news is probably not important, because at that moment Ye Lingxiao did not know the identity of the First True Dao. But it may also accurately describe something that can piece together Ye Lingxiao's last time.

But Yan Chunhui said, "You know, I am very forgetful. In my life, there are some things that I can remember, and some things that I can never remember."

He thought hard for a while: "When facing Zong Dezhen, I forgot the part that I can never remember."

Jiang Wang exhaled a long breath and pursed his lips: "Mr. Yan, you are very insincere."

Yan Chunhui's white hair on his forehead curled gently: "I have given my greatest sincerity. Jiang Xiaoyou, it is you who don't think so and turn a blind eye to it."

"Then the last question." Jiang Wang cut it off directly: "You once took the fortune-telling demon under your command, and his blood fortune-telling technique must have been dedicated to you. Can I take a look?"

Yan Chunhui raised his eyebrows and looked surprised: "This is a taboo technique that is born from the narrow path of fortune-telling and extremely evil to people's hearts. You, Zhenhe Zhenjun, are also interested in it?"

Jiang Wang did not explain, but only teased: "Hearing the word taboo from Mr. Yan's mouth is really... commonplace. It doesn't seem to be vicious."

The main purpose of his trip was the three questions he asked. Finding something that can trip him up is secondary.

Among these three questions, Yan Chunhui rejected one and forgot one. If he doesn't give him the blood fortune technique, he will really be stuck here and entangled for three to five months. If he can't kill Yan Chunhui, he must prevent Yan Chunhui from doing anything else.

Of course, he has never thought about learning the blood fortune technique.

He didn't even learn Yu Beidou's fortune-telling, so how could he covet blood fortune?

Although he secretly decided to use himself as bait to fight Qihen around the absent Demon Lord. But he couldn't ignore the possibility that Qihen abandoned him and asked for the "Blood Demon Art of Destruction of Emotion and Desire".

Yu Beidou set up a trap in the East China Sea. In theory and in fact, it can be said that he had killed the blood demon and eliminated the "Blood Demon Art of Destruction of Emotion and Desire".

But the "Blood Demon Art of Destruction of Emotion and Desire" has eternal nature and will eventually become clear again under the erosion of time.

This is also the fundamental reason why the eight great magic skills are called eternal and last forever.

Their nature is eternal, and they are immortal.

The "Eternal Desire Demon Skill" was also because the "Seven Hate Demon Skill" took away the eternal nature, so it was possible to be completely wiped out.

The demise of the "Blood Demon Skill of Destruction of Love and Desire" is destined to be temporary. But this time, before the devastating blow designed by Yu Beidou, may be measured in tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years!

In a sense, it can be regarded as the end of the return of the Demon Ancestor.

Hundreds of thousands of years... has already spanned a great era.

The entire modern ancient era is only 103,000 years!

The demon position has been absent for a whole great era, and it should have waited until the human race completely wiped out the demon troubles.

But Yu Beidou at that time must not have been able to calculate that a transcendent demon would be born several years later.

From then on, the possibility was rewritten.

If Qihen could find a way to awaken the "Blood Demon Art of Destruction of Emotions and Desires" from time in advance, it could be considered as unsealing this art from time.

Jiang Wang wanted to see the blood fortune at this moment, in order to learn more about the blood demon and see if he could set up a trap (let Chongxuan win).

He also wanted to use the blood fortune to peek into the fate fortune, to see if he could add to the damage left by Yu Beidou in the past and push the "Blood Demon Art of Destruction of Emotions and Desires" further in time.

The achievements destroyed by the "Blood Demon Art of Destruction of Emotions and Desires" were, after all, the fate fortune left by that old friend. He didn't want Yu Beidou to be in heaven and regret it.

It's best not to disturb him again, and there shouldn't be any disasters like blood sacrifices.

Correspondingly, if the "Blood Demon Art of Killing Passion and Desire" is destined to be difficult to return early, he will become a possibility that Qihen must fight for - a confrontation between him and Qihen at some point in the future will be inevitable.

"I gave it to you and you're leaving?" Yan Chun asked back.

Jiang Wang made a promise: "I will let you rest for a while. Every time I come to see you in the future, I will just chat with you - until the day when I am sure that I can settle the ledger between humans and demons with you."

Yan Chunhui opened his eyes: "Do you want to come see me more often?"

"To be honest, I don't fully believe you changed the route for me. So I have to come and see you from time to time." Jiang Wang was very polite: "Now that I'm involved in this matter, I can't back away from the difficulty or make a fool of myself. If I were to be lax towards you, I would be irresponsible to the world.”

"What is your responsibility in the world?!" Yan Chunhui blew his beard.

Jiang Wang glanced at the distant sky quietly, then looked back: "Maybe it didn't happen before, but when I got here, it will happen."

Yan Chunhui didn't know how to respond to this sentence. He thought for a while: "I can show you the art of blood accounting, but I also have a question and I hope to get your answer."

Jiang Wangdao: "I'm not sure I can give you a satisfactory answer."

Yan Chunhui grinned: "Haha, young man, you can't just take advantage without suffering a loss, especially when facing an old man like me with a bad memory."

Jiang Wang's face was expressionless: "I know you have a bad memory, I hope you don't remember my bad memory."

Yan Chunhui looked at him: "Although I have a bad memory, it's hard to forget the losses I've suffered. Especially the people who have always made me suffer."

"I can only say that I will answer truthfully." Jiang Wang said.

Yan Chunhui simply raised his hand and pulled out a bloody tortoise shell: "What you want is inside."

Jiang Wang reached out and took it, then said: "Excuse me."

Yan Chunhui looked at him calmly: "I still remember the last time you came to see me, it wasn't actually long ago. Why did your strength grow so fast in such a short period of time? So fast that I... some Not so confident.”

Jiang Wang thought about it seriously and then said: "You are the one who blazed a trail in the era of Feijian's demise. In terms of talent, talent, and inheritance, you will not lose to me. But we have one thing that is different -"

He said: "You forgot when I faced Zong Dezhen. When I faced Zong Dezhen, even the [Unknown One], and even [Zhi Ji Zang], I went up."

He didn't feel that he was qualified to give advice to Yan Chunhui, but he was thinking seriously and answered truthfully: "Maybe you don't need to use your sword against Zong Dezhen, but after all, you have had a relationship with the most heroic man in the world. A deal... isn't it?"

"The deal between Ye Lingxiao and I owes nothing to anyone. A person's courage depends on a lot. There are many people around you, and there are many people behind you, but the old man only has himself." Yan Chunhui glanced down: "There is another one. A child to take care of, a dog to keep on my side.”

The swallows are still squirming there, and the yellow dogs are still curling up. This world has never been a symmetrical painting. On the cracked earth, they are forever divided into corners.

But they in the corner...swallows can peel noodles, and yellow dogs can eat people.

Those who cannot enter the painting are the common people.

Jiang Wang followed him: "She is already in so much pain, why do we have to keep her alive? This is torturing her and letting her torture others."

Yan Chunhui said quietly: "You don't understand. You don't have to understand."

Jiang Wangdao: "You said there are many people around me, and there are many people behind me. But when I left Maplewood City, I only knew two people. One was named Ye Qingyu, and the other was named Chong Xuansheng. I only met the one in front of me once, and the one behind me. A person can only have contact with the Taixu Illusion Realm. Selfless swordsmanship is worthy of the reputation of being the best. I don’t know what your previous life was like, and I’m not interested either-"

"But everyone is responsible for what they have done. Our choices constitute our lives."

He put away the bloody tortoise shell: "Mr. Yan, take good care of her. Don't let her do evil."

Just walk away in vain.

Yan Chunhui looked at his back without saying a word. After he walked away, he stayed alone for a while. Then he slowly walked down the bare mountain forest, picked up Yan Zi from the mud, and wiped her carefully a few times to wipe away the dirt on her body.

The big yellow dog had gotten up at some point and was jumping over the cracks in the ground, circling around the two of them: "It's too troublesome...it's too troublesome! What does this Jiang Wang want to do?"

"I have some guesses." Yan Chunhui said calmly: "He deliberately asked me if it was the information Shenxia asked Qian Chou to convey. His answer was hidden in the question - he was trying to confirm Shenxia's information with me. identity."

"Then why don't you tell him?" Old Yellow Dog said bitterly: "Let him go and fight with Shen Xia dog to dog. This will also prevent him from being entangled all the time and delaying your big event!"

Yan Chunhui glanced at him, and it felt quite weird to hear the word dog bite dog from a dog's mouth. "I really don't know the answer," he said.

At this time, the blood stains on Yan Zi were gone, but she was still as beautiful as before. But between the eyebrows and eyes, there is no longer any charm.

Since being driven out of the Valley of No Return, he has been restricted by Yan Chun Hui and has lost the channel to vent his pain, making him increasingly unable to endure it.

She didn't know how many times she escaped and was caught, only to repeat the process again and again.

Why don't you understand that you can't escape?

But life...what else can I do?

She was in Yan Chunhui's arms, looking up at the old man with a somewhat malicious smile: "You are obviously stronger than him, but you have to give in step by step. The way of flying swords is the strongest and sharpest. Is this how you practice the way of forgetting yourself?"

"You don't understand."

Yan Chunhui hugged her and walked in the bare forest. His eyes gradually became turbid, as if he was trapped in some long-lasting nostalgia. He sighed and said: "This is his era."

Who has not been in the prime of life.

Have you not heard of flying swords flying across the sky?

But it's all over.