Jiang Wang couldn't explain why he suddenly made the decision to let go of the joy of gathering with Jiang An'an in Yuncheng, let go of the lively and lively beauty, and travel thousands of miles alone...
Come to Xin'an City.
In the Maple Forest Dead Territory and in Jiujiang City, he kept telling himself that revenge requires long-term painful forbearance.
Dong A, Du Ruhui, and Zhuang Gaoxian are at the top of the Zhuang Kingdom, they hold huge power, and their own cultivation is strong. Dealing with them is not something that can be accomplished overnight.
There are countless reasons to prevent him from coming here now.
But there was only one reason why he had to come
Because of hate.
Because of unforgettable hatred.
Hatred was gnawing at his heart every moment, and he could not forgive, let go, or let go.
Zhuang Gaoxian fought for his country, shocking the Western Region and attracting the attention of countless people.
But he only saw Dong A sitting alone in the rear.
Zhuang Gaoxian is a real person in this world, and Du Ruhui has magical powers so close to him, so when will they have no time to take care of Zhuang Guo's deputy prime minister?
Only in a war related to the fate of the country.
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime.
Jiang Wang chose to follow his heart.
He didn't say hello to anyone, didn't tell An An, and didn't tell Ye Qingyu. Not only because he promised Ye Lingxiao not to involve Lingxiao Pavilion.
When it comes to revenge, he is a man of his own.
He bears all the hardship and pain alone.
With the help of Hidden Yi, he could come and go freely in the Wenhua Pavilion. Enough hatred gave him enough patience, and he patiently waited for the opportunity, waiting for the moment when Dong A was alone.
It was the first time that he observed Dong A from this perspective, observing the only teacher he had identified with for so long.
He was waiting for Dong A to handle official business, waiting for Dong A to teach Li Jianqiu, waiting for Dong A to leave Wenhua Pavilion...
Yin Guanshi's concealment should not be seen through. But when he was moving, his flaws would inevitably be revealed. Dong Ah probably discovered him at those times.
It doesn't matter.
When they were alone, Jiang Wang had no intention of hiding.
He didn't want to either. When he killed Dong A, Dong A didn't know why he died or who killed him.
Now, on this New Year's Eve, on this long street in the dark.
After a year, he finally saw Dong Ah again.
The city beneath his feet was a place he had longed for. During countless nights in the city's Taoist courtyard, he had of course imagined that one day he would be successful in spiritual practice. He would be in the court, arranging state affairs, and pastoring outside.
Stay on one side and benefit the people.
Of course, he had also imagined how majestic he looked in Zhuang Guo's official uniform...
Those who are young, frivolous and high-spirited...
Those imaginations are all shattered.
Broken in that messy nightmare.
It’s the innocence that wakes up countless times in the middle of the night and can never go back!
This was his first time coming to Xin'an City, and it was different from anything he had ever imagined.
But this is reality, this is the cruel part of life.
Jiang Wang has already learned to face it.
So he held his sword with a steady hand and a calm expression, staring at Dong Ah quietly.
Dong A still had the same serious look, calm and solemn, as if nothing could move him, and no factors could make him change his attitude.
"Yes. It's been a long time." Dong Ah said.
The clouds were getting heavier and heavier, the moon had already gone away, and in the dark night, there was no starlight.
It's going to rain, Jiang Wang thought.
No other words were needed. Jiang Wang knew why he came, and Dong A knew why he came.
So move forward.
The two people said hello at both ends of the long street. Then they stepped forward at the same time.
The air was broken.
They started running.
The figure was too fast and left behind traces of afterimages.
The steps on the floor tiles made tiny dents.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound was so dense that it seemed like there was only one sound.
The rebounding force and the forward force are constantly superimposed, and before a breath has passed, the two of them have already collided with each other!
Fists to fists, eyes to eyes.
In Dong A's eyes, Jiang Wang saw no emotion, only seriousness.
In Jiang Wang's eyes, Dong A only saw bloody hatred.
The two of them stopped in the center of the long street, and behind them, the floor tiles cracked one by one, and long cracks spread on both sides. Only the place where they stood was still intact.
The true fire of samadhi jumped out and jumped onto Dong'a's fist.
Dong Ah waved his hand casually, and the flames did not go out, but burned half of his fist!
The left hand raised its palm and struck down with a knife, directly cutting off the right arm.
The true fire of Samadhi on this arm is still spreading persistently on the ground.
Dong Ah's broken arm quickly sprouted, expanded, grew, and recovered as before.
As soon as they clashed, both sides used their magical powers!
brush!
A stunning sword light shone.
There is no moon tonight, but it has become a bright moon.
It is not the moon in the sky, but the moon on earth.
The sword light spreads like moonlight, extremely gentle but inescapable!
Jiang Wang had never had this sword before, but when he saw Dong A, this sword naturally emerged in his heart.
The name of this sword is Acacia.
No one does not recognize the moon, and no one does not miss lovesickness.
But Jiang Wang's sword is not a lover's longing for each other, but a hatred that lasts forever. It is as eternal as the bright moon, and will not rest until death!
Countless nights he looked up at the bright moon, but what he saw was Dong Ah's throat.
Hatred grew for countless nights, leaving him without a moment of peace.
Ling He, Zhao Rucheng, Zhao Lang, Wei Yan, Huang Azhan, Tang Dun, Xiao Tiemian... those people in Maple Forest City did not have to die!
For Dong A, whom he had trusted, respected, and admired, this sword represented all his emotions and words.
I have been thinking about killing my master with my disciples for too long!
How much respect I had in the past, I now hate you so much.
This is the " lovesickness " of Sauvignon Blanc.
When he saw this sword, Dong A had already felt all the pain and suffering in Jiang Wang's heart. All of that, without words, was all in this sword.
Jiang Wang not only hated Dong A, but also hated himself. He hated himself for trusting the wrong person, failing to save Maplewood City where he grew up, and causing his hometown to become a dead zone forever.
He hates others and hates himself. These hatreds weigh heavily on Jiang Wang's heart. They make him unable to be happy, unable to express his eyebrows, and he has been depressed all his life!
This is an extremely stunning sword, but it is also an extremely heavy sword.
Facing this sword, Dong Ah flicked his right hand and drew out an iron ruler.
This ruler is upright, solemn, and majestic.
One side is black and the other side is white. The distinction is clear and the boundaries are strict.
This is the two-boundary ruler, which supports the criminal authority of Zhuang State and is a famous instrument of the state.
Determine good and evil, determine right and wrong, distinguish clear from turbid, and determine life and death.
The iron ruler stood upright, like a sharp blade, against the bright moon-like sword light.
And he issued questions and tortured his heart.
Is it appropriate to commit murder on the street?
Is it right to murder an old friend?
Is it appropriate to kill one's master with one's disciples?
One foot was touching the sword, while Dong'a's left hand's five fingers were spread wide and pressed toward the ground.
Throughout the long street, tree buds kept popping out of the ground, smashing into the floor tiles, growing rapidly, and expanding. All the wooden products, carts, shelves scattered on the long street... except for the doors and windows of the houses on both sides that were deliberately avoided, all the trees were everywhere.
They are made of wood and have undergone changes.
Giant trees broke through the ground and thorns danced wildly.
Just for a moment.
The sky and the earth here are like a prison cell, and the color is as green as a cage.
