The Bald Monk in the City

Chen Guapi's consciousness slowly awakened from the darkness, and what appeared before his eyes was a strange wooden ceiling.

Chen Guapi looked at the wooden ceiling in front of him, and there seemed to be some dim patterns on it.

But when he tried to study them carefully, he found that he couldn't see them clearly.

Chen Guapi didn't pay attention to these lines anymore, he knew that they were something he didn't control for the time being.

Then he got up from the cold floor.

At this time, he found himself in a rather grand tavern:

This is a typical wooden structure building with relevant oriental characteristics. Chen Guapi thinks this is in line with his aesthetics.

At this moment, Chen Guapi noticed that there were still some people lying in this tavern.

Some were met by Chen Guapi, who were his comrades in the same period.

But for the others, he was a little strange.

Especially Chen Guapi noticed that four people had awakened before him.

Although they didn't stand concentrated, Chen Guapi felt that they should know each other.

And they have a very eye-catching characteristic: they all have no hair.

Especially inside, there is also a female player.

As if perceiving Chen Guapi's gaze, the female player turned her head.

Her eyes seemed calm, and there was no negative emotion to be prying over.

However, Chen Guapi didn't think she had no mood swings, but she hid it perfectly.

Chen Guapi smiled apologetically at her. He felt that it should be quite painful for a woman to lose her hair.

Of course he does not discriminate against each other, but he feels a little strange.

However, Chen Guapi didn't greet the other party because he could feel the awe-inspiring temperament of the other party.

Temperament is difficult to describe in detail. Compared with those simple expressions, Chen Guapi feels that this is some kind of spiritual power of the other party.

At this moment, Chen Guapi heard one of the male players speak:

"Brother Yin, does the master have any explanation?"

He was speaking to another male player who had awakened before, and Chen Guapi noticed that the opponent seemed to be holding a sword in his hand.

In addition, there is a sword on his back.

For some reason, when he saw the sword behind the opponent, Chen Guapi had some indescribable emotions in his heart.

Those ancient, indescribable emotions surged in his chest.

hostility? anger? Hatred?

It is difficult to describe this complex emotion in the language of ordinary things. Chen Guapi has a vague understanding:

He felt that the blood in his body knew this sword...

"Explain what? The master doesn't care about these things..."

After the male player spoke to the opponent, he turned his head and looked at Chen Guapi.

His eyes were similar to those of the female player next to him, and he was also emotionally calm.

But from his eyes, Chen Guapi could feel a sharp, indescribable aura.

Killing intent?

No, Chen Guapi's pupils shrank suddenly.

Even if he had never seen something similar, but at this moment a concept clearly emerged in his mind:

Jianyi!

If there is a sword intent in this world, it is probably what the male player's eyes show.

The male player pointed to himself with the hilt of the sword in his hand, and then said:

"Yin Zhong..."

"How about you?"

"Chen Guapi..."

Chen Guapi looked at Yin Zhong and said calmly...

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"Has it started?"

Taoist Sun stood on the top of the mountain, and his Taoist robe was swaying in the wind.

In fact, Sun Daoren hesitated when the relevant personnel asked for information about his plane guide.

Although Yi Qiu's reward for the extraordinary way in the relevant public secret realm is a pure way of killing.

But this is not related to the inheritance of other civilizations, Sun Taoren knows its origin.

For a cultivator like him, such a road is undoubtedly full of attractiveness.

Taoist Sun knew that at that moment he was moved.

Cultivation is not about extinguishing the seven emotions and six desires. Perhaps the final, indescribable stage of fusion will slowly lose those human desires.

But that is the result presented in the final stage, not the premise it requires.

Just like a saint, anger will also arise.

A Taoist heart is not flawless natural white jade.

It needs to face the test and baptism of various temptations in order to become more resilient.

And blindly forcing it to be placed in an environment without disturbance, it will only slowly be covered in foolish dust.

If it is crystal clear as white jade, how can you worry that dust will give it flaws?

Sun Daoren finally made his own choice, which he thought would not change anything.

In other words, he felt that it was not his Tao.

Although he was full of some confusion about the future path, he had already begun to describe it in his heart.

He had imagined the scene of himself traveling towards the Beihai Mu Cangwu, and he had imagined the scene of himself using magical powers to destroy demons.

But in the vague concepts put together in those pictures, he is not a bloodthirsty person.

It is indeed a great road, but it does not belong to him...

His way also needs him to walk slowly.

"Are you regretting? This is rare..."

Taoist Jing Xiu walked over from the rock, and she looked at Taoist Sun standing on the cliff and pointed stone.

"Regret? You are still as smart as... but you are wrong."

Daoren Sun turned around, and he looked at the daughter of the master Daolu.

At this time, Jing Xiu unexpectedly found that Sun Dao's eyes had some kind of mysterious temperament.

He is like the fairy walking out of the painting, watching the suffering of all living beings.

"One but not two."

"For others, it is ‘skill’, but for me it is ‘fa’..."

"Go for it, and when you can let me draw the sword-I will give you this sword."

Sun Daoren took out a sword from his long sleeves. That sword was obtained from Kunlun Mountain Taoist Temple.

He is not coveting the supreme sharpness of the two swords, but a kind of nostalgia for the past.

"Remember~www.wuxiaspot.com~ this is what you said!"

Taoist Jing Xiu looked at Taoist Sun, and then left.

Sun Daoren looked at her leaving figure and shook his head. The wise are more calculating, but in the end there are some injuries.

Sun Daoren does not doubt that she can reach a relatively advanced level, or even surpass him.

But too smart talent will inevitably make her lose something.

The road to chasing the "Tao" must be complicated and bumpy.

It has never been a path that can lead all beings to the sky...

"However, Uncle Qi, you are afraid that you will miscalculate this time."

Taoist Sun looked at the sky like a mist, and he was still able to observe the fine stars.

But for that macroscopic, about that person's trajectory, I can no longer find it...