The sun is burning.

Cheng Qing Wu finished practicing and ran out again. The maid held the basket, which contained needles, threads, fabrics, etc., and followed her all the way. Cheng Qing Wu was like a cheerful deer, running to the shady tree and sitting on the soft grass.

Above. That white shirt, under the scorching sun, is extremely pale and a bit sad.

"I must use my best ability and hard work to make this piece of clothing." Cheng Qingwu bit her teeth and smiled sweetly.

The maid stood aside and silently wrote it down, thinking: "The 218th time. Miss has said this sentence 218 times."

As expected, Cheng Qingwu was concentrating on making this piece of clothing. The fine thread corners were sewn again and again. She rested her chin and looked at the blue sky and white clouds: "I don't know how big the clothes he wears."

After a pause, Cheng Qingwu's eyes filled with hope: "Is he back?"

The maid lowered her head and said respectfully in a low voice: "Go back to Miss, not yet!"

"What a nuisance." Cheng Qingwu said angrily, "He said he would leave early and come back early."

Cheng Qingwu bit her lip, puffed up with anger, and her eyes turned into bright stars: Xiao Huan, do you think the assassin is very mysterious, very heroic, and very heroic?"

The maid knew that she shouldn't answer. Sure enough, Chengqingwu was full of fantasy and romance. She said to herself: "Think about it, where are the assassins? When doing assassination, they have to throw away all their timidity. Daughter of gold

A promise. He would not hesitate to sacrifice his life to save the lives of the people. In fact, it is very heroic."

"As for them, they are hiding in the darkness. No one can see them. They put their lives aside for the sake of loyalty, filial piety and righteousness. They are truly righteous men through the ages. Maybe they have traveled thousands of miles, maybe they have been guarding the lord for decades, just to be stabbed to death with a sword.

The enemy. The light of a sword can chill the nineteen states."

The maid couldn't help but murmured softly: "That's not an assassin, that's a dead soldier. Little Miss, what Lin Zhou used was not a sword, but a knife."

"What's the difference?" Cheng Qingwu was furious because her romantic fantasy was broken.

The maid didn't dare to say it, but she had practiced, and she knew there was a difference. There was a difference between using a sword and using a sword.

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Since ancient times, poets have been in love with swords and have often praised swords. Swords are romantic and poetic.

Knife, but never. Knife, only green blood and yellow sand, only killing and decisiveness, never romantic, never poetic.

"Too lazy to pay attention to you!"

Cheng Qingwu lazily supported her chin. There was a trace of fascination and a trace of romance in her beautiful face, imagining how heroic, how romantic, and how poetic the assassin hiding in the darkness was.

If Ji Mo were here, he would have told her. Being an assassin may be romantic, sentimental, and poetic, but when you kill with one sword, when the enemy is gutted, when the enemy is decapitated, there is nothing more than blood and death.

Nothing else.

"The wind is rustling and the water is cold, and a strong man will never come back." This is a tragic and heroic description of the assassin.

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Riding on the light dance in fantasy, how tragic is Zuo Wuzhou, "The wind is rustling, the water is cold, the strong man is gone and never comes back", how poetic, how romantic, how sentimental.

Zuo Wuzhou is actually not an assassin.

"Here you go, young lady, Lin Zhou is back."

The guard from another hospital ran over with a pale face and shouted: "He is injured."

"Ah!" Cheng Qingwu's little face turned red and she ran like a carefree butterfly: "I'm going to see him."

He rushed all the way to the small yard, broke into the house, and saw Zuo Wuzhou lying with a pale face. He suddenly said anxiously: "You, what's wrong with you?"

Zuo Wuzhou felt some inexplicable joy, and realized that he had come back just for this moment of pleasure: "I'm fine, I can't die.

The injuries this time were mainly internal injuries. There was nothing visible on the surface. Cheng Qingwu took a few glances and felt relieved: "Are you tired? Are you thirsty? Xiaohuan, ask the kitchen to make a bowl of white wine."

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The young lady gave the order, and the kitchen moved very quickly. She held the porridge in Qingwu's hands, holding the spoon with her crystal fingers. She shyly said, "I'll feed you."

The porridge was very white. Zuo Wuzhou smiled ashamedly at Nie Wen in the corner of the room. He only drank a few mouthfuls of the porridge, his blood boiled, his throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood spilled into the bowl, splashing all over him!

Chengqingwu turned pale, screamed, and dropped the bowl to the ground, smashing it into pieces. She exclaimed and cried: "You, you!"

"You hate it, my clothes are all stained with blood!" Cheng Qingwu complained with tears in her eyes: "Huan, please call the doctor quickly."

It has been more than a month since I returned to Shuangxingcheng's home.

Every day, Cheng Qingwu would take the trouble to come over in person to see him and talk to him. Even though Zuo Wuzhou was not very kind, he didn't like to talk too much nonsense.

Zuo Wuzhou vaguely felt as if he had returned to the days after the Battle of Sanmiao when he was seriously injured and unable to move. During those days, Qingwu would often come to accompany him and beg him to tell stories about assassins.

These days, Zuo Wuzhou always had some strange happiness, an indescribable feeling of happiness. Every time, he was troubled by it - was he mistaken, injured and still happy? He was not a pervert.

It's hard to say whether it's because he is focused on the soul path, or because he has never had this thought. Therefore, Zuo Wuzhou has always had difficulty understanding the sudden changes in emotions, and he has never thought of a certain aspect. Don't doubt that he is really dull in this certain aspect.

It's fatal.

"It's weird, my mood changes so much? Could it be that I have been raped many times, so my mind has been shaken?" This is the explanation he most often thinks of. The closer to death, the weaker the mind. This is

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Say this

In the extra time spent with Qingwu every day, he often repeatedly restrains his emotional changes. He regards this as a kind of tempering. However, the "grinding" that he thinks is tempering does not seem to have much effect.

On the contrary, it has intensified.

No matter how weird and awkward his mood is, it cannot affect his path of soul cultivation.

There are some overlaps in the several mental methods obtained in Jiye Valley. Zuo Wuzhou observed carefully. After practicing according to this method, he noticed that it was not the best mental method. However, it was not very good either.

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Whether it's good or bad, he has no choice. The disadvantage of not having a sect is that it is not only the lack of systematic soul cultivation knowledge, but also the lack of mental methods.

As a result, he only acquired the four elements of water, fire, earth, and wood, but still lacked the metal element. However, at the current speed of improvement, it will still take some time to master all four elements to the extreme.

Therefore, Zuo Wuzhou is not in a hurry for the time being.

It was late at night again. Another ghostly black shadow quietly left the courtyard and burrowed deep into the mountains.

Nie Wen was always there, but he wasn't too serious about practicing, and he didn't need to accompany Qing Wu. He practiced during the day, and didn't need to sneak out to practice at night.

After taking out the remaining thick earth essence, it was only about the size of a fingertip. Zuo Wuzhou practiced the earth soul again and felt very good: "It seems that it won't take too long for the earth soul to reach the ultimate level of Wujun."

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"The mental method is still difficult." Zuo Wuzhou lowered his head and sighed secretly: "I'm afraid the Benxiang Sect doesn't have the Martial Emperor level mental method. Even if it does, it can only be of the three types. In this way, no matter which sect I join, I'm afraid it will be difficult.

It doesn’t matter if you are looking for some of your inner thoughts. In the future, whether you are stealing, robbing or cheating, you must find your inner thoughts.

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There are also high, medium and low-grade mental methods. The better the quality, the more time you save in practice. In this way, of course, good mental methods are the most important. Zuo Wuzhou suddenly expressed his alarm: "I must remember not to be radical, the soul path still needs to be relaxed.

There is a degree.”

"Let's go. This trip to Jiye Valley has brought us a lot of benefits. It's time to sort things out."

The first thing is a cyan storage bag.

Zuo Wuzhou laughed dumbly: "I didn't expect that I actually became a thief once, and stole Mu Longqing's storage bag."

It was definitely an accidental and unintentional move. Mu Longqing hung the storage bag with a big thorn. Unlike Zuo Wuzhou, who placed it close to his body, he couldn't see or feel it. Such a close combat, Zuo Wuzhou easily pulled it.

gone.

Fortunately, he knew how to open the storage bag, adjusted the power of his life soul several times, and finally opened it. It must be said that this cyan storage bag is of higher quality than his black storage bag, and its capacity is larger than the black bag.

It's three times bigger.

He poured out the objects in the cyan storage bag one by one. There were quite a lot of them, and most of them were things he didn't recognize. However, he also knew based on his perception that there were about a dozen items that should be real talismans, and there were some others.

A treasure that I don’t even recognize.

"Hey, is this the Fat Emperor Pill?" Seeing the six pills in a jade box, Zuo Wuzhou felt it carefully. Zuo Wuzhou was 70% sure that this was the Fat Emperor Pill, and he suddenly laughed: "I've broken through the iron shoes."

There is no place to look for, and no effort is wasted to get it. Now, Yaksha has the elixir for his breakthrough."

Even though he has given the Fire of Life Soul to Yasha and is no longer his direct descendant, he has fought side by side for a long time, and since Pengyou promised not to treat Yasha badly at the beginning, he must do this for Yasha no matter what.

arrive.

This is the promise of a true man.

He took another jade bottle. Oh wow, Zuo Wuzhou remembered Nie Wen's description and was pleasantly surprised: "Could this be the Yuan-tonifying liquid with the same effect as Qunyuan Dan?"

Taking out the Golden Locking Shuttle, Zuo Wuzhou rubbed it carefully, sensing the ferocious power contained in it. He secretly opened his mouth and was shocked: "Brother Nie said, it is rumored that the Torrent Shuttle is made of nine hundred and ninety-nine drops of True Soul Grade heavy water.

, the inner elixir of nine hundred and ninety-nine true soul-level soul beasts, as well as several other supreme universes, are refined from the essence of heaven and earth. It is so powerful that it can change the world."

"I don't know what my golden shuttle is made of." Zuo Wuzhou was shocked, and he was discouraged for a moment: "If you can refine such a real talisman and have such power, how can we practice it again?"

What’s the point? No matter how powerful you are, you can’t stop someone from throwing a shuttle over you.”

As everyone knows, the level of these two true talismans, the Flooding Shuttle and the Golden Locking Shuttle, is absolutely beyond imagination. Even if the ancient king were to reincarnate, he might not be able to refine another treasure of this kind. Such a treasure must be regarded as a treasure.

The most powerful power in the world cannot be refined by ordinary people.

The thoughts of discouragement came together, and they quickly disappeared, and they reaffirmed their determination: "I don't care what others think, I follow the path of my soul, and no matter what happens, don't try to shake me. If anyone stops me, I will kill them and leave."

After grabbing the golden shuttle, Zuo Wuzhou was overjoyed for a moment, with a few eyebrows filled with joy: "With this golden shuttle, I will be the killer who will perish with the enemy."
To be continued...