Renegade Immortal

Scenes of memories flashed through Wang Lin's mind. This process was relatively long. Wang Lin sat in the yard and slowly groped for each experience of successfully refining the killing energy, infinitely slowing down in his mind to find an opportunity to compete.

For a long time, Wang Lin secretly sighed at his experience of refining the killing energy several times. After careful consideration, there were almost no similarities, as if they were all obtained by chance and there was no inevitability.

"It was a bit strange to say that I killed Sima Yan that day... At that time, I took action with anger and actually refined a killing aura... Wang Lin's eyes flashed but immediately dimmed again.

But this doesn't make sense. After all, there were times when the killing energy was refined before, and the mood did not fluctuate. Moreover, there were several killing energy that were refined from the demon soldiers. The specific demon soldiers were unknown. "

Wang Lin pondered for a long time but still couldn't figure it out. His brows gradually furrowed.

This Immortal Killing Technique is one of the key points of my trip to enter the Demon Spirit Sail. The purpose of learning this magical power at the time was to resist Tuo Sen Er.

The strength of Tuosen can only be resisted by having a large number of vitality marks... Now that I have the Blood Soul Pill, these two can more than save my life when combined with each other. However, the Blood Soul Pill is limited after all. My focus is still on this Immortal Killing Technique! "

Wang Linchen has been practicing this Immortal Killing Technique for several years. Refining the first killing energy means that this technique is a small success, but it is too difficult to make it a big success.

"I always feel that there is still a secret in this murderous aura, but it's a pity that I have too little control to test it." Wang Lin raised his right hand and five gray streaks whirled rapidly between his fingers.

"There are only five paths...even including the one on Duan Xixue's body, it's only six paths!"

Wang Lin sighed that he still couldn't figure out the Immortal Killing Technique, but it was quite puzzling as to how the killing energy came out.

He came up with many reasons but each of them had only one thing in common.

"It seems that I need to try a lot and make a lot of deductions before I have a chance to understand the secret of this Immortal Killing Technique!" Wang Lin's eye scarf flashed with cold light, and murderous intent emerged in his eyes.

He pondered for a moment, and with some consciousness, he immediately spread out and swept around to find the two sergeants in charge of his daily life outside the yard behind the rockery.

It can be said that the two of them were afraid of Wang Lin's magical power and did not dare to approach. However, they had to obey the general's orders, so they guarded the courtyard and did not allow anyone to enter and disturb them.

Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness swept past the two sergeants and sent out a spiritual thought.

After a while, the two sergeants walked in from outside the courtyard, stopped three feet in front of Wang Lin, and respectfully said in unison, "See you, General Wang!"

"I want to go out and you two will lead the way!" Yulin said flatly.

The two were startled and quickly agreed.

Wang Lin sent his body forward and walked a few feet away. The two sergeants immediately followed him. One of them hesitated and asked respectfully, "General Wang, do you want to prepare a war horse?"

"No need!" Wang Lin walked around the rockery and left the yard in a flash.

A group of three people left Mo's Mansion. Wang Lin walked ahead. The second Mo's Mansion was located in the east corner of Hongcheng. It was relatively quiet here. He walked forward casually and paced.

Wang Lin couldn't walk fast. He looked around as he walked and gradually passed through the east corner and arrived at the central street of Hongcheng. It was near the river and there were many shops lined with pedestrians. The side was quite lively.

Bursts of roaring sounds slowly reached my ears. Pedestrians were passing by, both male and female. The clothes here were relatively open, especially the women who were brightly dressed and exposed most of their skin, which was quite pleasing to the eye.

What he saw in front of him made Wang Lin's mood change for the past few days ()

As soon as he walked slowly, he was like a few people, and the immortal power in his body was hidden unconsciously, like an endless river slowly drying up.

Along the way, Wang Lin occasionally stopped outside a shop to take a look, enter or leave, but each time his stay was very short.

He was like a passerby walking slowly in this foreign land.

Wang Lin's appearance is not handsome, but as he practices, he has a refined and refined temperament. As a result, among the pedestrians around him, there are some more open-minded women who sometimes pass by and their eyes fall on Wang Lin.

From a distance, Wang Lin, dressed in white, seemed as helpless as a scholar. However, the two sergeants who always followed him were regarded as typical bodyguards in the eyes of everyone.

It's just that there is always an aura that is completely different from this place in Wang Lin's body, which makes him unable to truly integrate into this place. As a result, his figure has a faint trace of it.

Pedestrians around him sometimes saw pairs of men and women passing by, chatting and laughing, looking quite friendly. Compared with them, Wang Lin's figure was lonely...

As he walked among the crowd, the noise around him seemed like another world. The pairs of men and women seemed like another time and space. Everything in front of him had no familiarity or connection with him at all.

An indescribable emotion arose in Wang Lin's heart. He sighed that this street was still very long, but he didn't want to walk on it.

It was getting late, and when he was about to turn around and leave, he heard the sound of a piano in his ears. The sound was very light, as light as the trace of sadness contained in Si Qizhuo. This faint sadness, the light sound of the piano, at this moment, strangely suited Wang Lin. His thoughts stopped him leaving.

Looking for the sound of the piano, Wang Lin walked slowly along the street not far away, but there was a long, light river. This river surrounded Hongcheng and was one of the inland rivers of Tianyao City.

There are several painted boats on the river, and the sound of the piano came from one of them.

Wang Lin stood quietly by the river and listened to the music of the piano. With his eyesight, he saw a woman playing the piano on the boat...

This woman only shows her back

This back view reveals a touch of sadness and loneliness just like the sound of her piano. Not far in front of her sat several young people laughing and drinking with each other. The bursts of laughter were so inconsistent and out of place in the sound of the piano...

Wang Lin watched quietly as the painting teacher's piano music fell into his ears. He slowly savored it and slowly found a familiar feeling. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the peaceful valley on Suzaku Star, the home where he and Li Muwan lived.

During those ordinary days, Wan'er's piano music always accompanied Wang Lin.

There was also a touch of sadness in Wan'er's piano music. At that time, Wang Lin could hear it, but he didn't understand it. The sadness in the piano music was too nihilistic and ethereal.

After Wan'er left, Wang Lin never heard the same sound of the piano again. Today, when he heard the sound of the piano, the sadness in his heart slowly emerged.

Before Li Muwan left, Wang Lin's feelings for her remained at the feeling of emotion and responsibility that he had been waiting for for hundreds of years. This is not love

But after Wan'er left, Wang Lin's scenes with Li Muwan always appeared again and again unknowingly in the rest of his life. Whenever this happens, his heart will feel very painful, as if he has walked into the sad forest.

The sleeping emotions in the forest slowly awakened.

The bitter sadness and blue injury were like a glass of water, filling Wang Lin's heart with waves of indelible contempt. He would always think of the panicked eyes when he first met Wan'er.

The sound of the piano is in his ears, and he knows it is fake, but Wang Lin still seems to be able to feel the martial arts. The most powerful abandoned young man in heaven, the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty, uses force to move the universe, and will kill the god and seal the throne at night. Asking for the devil and proud of the world. The strongest abandoned young man, Great Zhou. Wan'er, who has arrived from the royal family, walks toward him step by step from nothingness to the music of the piano and clings to his arms.

Just like in the valley back then, he and Li Muwan sat together and watched the sunset quietly, "waiting for the sunrise."

It’s always after losing that you want to have it again. It’s always after parting that you want to look back. 2

In the years after Wan'er left, the memories he recalled again and again made the figure of Li Muwan in Wang Lin's heart become thicker and more profound, and it was engraved in his heart and became endless and permanent."

It's getting late, and before night comes, a patch of starlight appears in the sky. In this land of demon spirits, there are too many things that are unimaginable, such as where this starlight and this moonlight come from. It's no longer important. What's important is that in this starlight, with that Qinyin Wang Lin touched his dusty memory.

The starlight in the sky reflected in Wang Lin's eyes, and the music of the piano gradually faded away in his ears, turning into strands of thoughts that condensed in his heart. These thoughts, called the Silence, lingered in his heart for a long time.

The music in his ears became softer and softer. Wang Lin raised his right hand and touched the center of his eyebrows, as if he was touching Li Muwan in the Tianni Pearl. He murmured softly, "Wan'er, we will meet again. This is my promise to you."

As the painter moved away, the woman's back slowly disappeared.

At the moment when she was about to disappear completely, the woman seemed to have noticed something, and she turned around slightly and glanced at the river in the distance. In her eyes, it was generally dark without any light, but in the darkness, she seemed to see a lonely figure with a slow back. Go away slowly.

The woman on the painting boat sighed softly, while her hands strummed the strings of the piano, and a sad music played again echoed on both sides of the river. The lights on the painting boat were bright, but in her eyes, it was always black, no matter day or night.

In the blackness, she played the strings with her delicate hands and heard bursts of laughter in her ears. It seemed as if they were scattered and fragmented by the sound of her piano as soon as they came.

She was sitting on the bow of the boat with no light in her eyes, but at this moment her whole body was like a lotus flower blooming alone in the mud, but no one could understand or care about this bloom.

The sound of the piano is always echoing, but no one is listening seriously...even if there is one, can she see it?