Fighter of the Destiny

Liang Hongzhuang looked at Su Li with a dead expression on her face and asked, Why?

There was silence and no one could answer the question.

He smiled miserably and said: I thought that the laws of nature would eventually cycle. It's not that there is no retribution, it's just that the time has not come yet, it's just that it's a little late, but there will be a result in the end. I can't think of it. There is no way of heaven at all. Why can people like you live forever? Okay, now I'm about to die, and another one of him appears.

Chen Changsheng lowered his head and did not look at him. The hand holding the dagger trembled slightly.

How did our Liang family offend you? What benefits did the Tianliang Chen family give you? More than ten years ago, you wanted to destroy the entire Liang family!

Liang Hongzhuang's laughter became louder and louder, the blood on her body flowed faster and faster, and her voice became more and more shrill. By the time he said the last sentence, the questioning had turned into a roar. It was the roar of a wounded beast. It was full of anger and unwillingness, despair and pain, and was about to penetrate deeply into the deepest soul of the person who heard it.

Chen Changsheng's head was lowered, his face paler, and his hands were shaking more and more, as if he would be unable to hold the hilt of the sword in the next moment. He didn't want to look at Liang Hongzhuang, who was already looking crazy, and he didn't dare to look at Su Li. Because he was worried that if he took one look at it, he would have uncontrollable regret for what he had done, and would fall into pain and struggle.

Listening to Liang Hongzhuang's sad and indignant questioning, and looking at Chen Changsheng who lowered his head, Su Li remained expressionless - what had happened could never be changed, so regretting it or not was meaningless, and there was no need to review it, even if Yes, that can only happen in his own heart, and he absolutely doesn't bother to explain anything to the world.

He is a person with such a temperament. If it were in the past, no matter how miserable Liang Hongzhuang was, he would have left without changing his expression. Today, he had the same expression, but for some reason, he said a few words before leaving. Or is it because Chen Changsheng's head is too low and the hand holding the sword is too trembling?

When your ancestors of the Liang family were emperors, how many people did they kill in the south and how many families did they destroy?

Su Li looked at Liang Hongzhuang and said expressionlessly: As for destroying your entire Liang family... If I really wanted to do this, how could you still be alive today? How could Prince Liang still be alive?

His mood suddenly became a little irritable. He looked at Chen Changsheng and said in a cold voice: If you don't hurry up and leave, why are you standing there? Imitating loneliness or pretending to be desperate? Don't think that because you saved my life, you are qualified to preach to me. .”

After saying this, he walked towards the barren mountain.

After these days of recuperation, he is still seriously injured, but he can take two steps slowly.

The two hairy deer had eaten their fill of green grass and returned to the field. They looked at Su Li who was walking away and Chen Changsheng who was still standing in the field with his head bowed. They seemed a little confused and didn't know who to follow.

Chen Changsheng raised his head, looked at Liang Hongzhuang, and wanted to say something, but in the end he only said two words: Sorry.

After finally saying these two heavy words, his mood did not become any lighter. He reached out and picked up the reins between the necks of the two deers, and silently chased the lonely figure in front of him.

Beyond the barren mountains is the south.

Liang Hongzhuang could no longer hold on and fell to the ground. Looking at the two people walking away, she shouted in pain: Do you think you can really go back to the south? If you continue to follow him, you will definitely die!

Chen Changsheng did not look back and continued walking in silence with his head lowered.

Su Li walked very slowly, and it didn't take long for him to catch up.

The deer bent its front knees and fell on the ground. He helped Su Li up.

From beginning to end, there was no conversation.

…

…

After walking through this barren mountain and then over two other barren mountains, the hairy deer stopped beside a green grassy slope.

Chen Changsheng got off the deer's back, ran to the side of the road, bent down and started vomiting.

Su Li looked at him and said mockingly: That guy is not dead, so there is nothing to vomit about.

Chen Changsheng waved his hands and wanted to explain a few words, but he couldn't suppress the discomfort in his chest and abdomen and vomited again.

This battle with Liang Hongzhuang was the first time he defeated a star-gathering powerhouse head-on and alone. If this battle were not so ordinary and an understatement, it might be more worthy of its place in history.

But the price he paid was not ordinary, and the battle of cross-border killing was certainly not as lighthearted as it seemed. Under the pressure of Liang Hongzhuang's star field, he was also seriously injured. All the bones in his body seemed to want to crack. His body had been shaking slightly before. It was an emotional problem and his body really couldn't hold it. Living.

But the real injury is not physical, but mental.

He doesn't have Xu Yourong's calculative talent, nor does he have a strong enough natural bloodline. He has just begun to learn the sword of wisdom, and he has to forcefully destroy the sword of wisdom to face the enemy, and the seven swords will be released in one move. This is not what he can bear now. of. A large amount or even a massive amount of information was collected and analyzed, and complex calculations as vast as the sea or even as vast as the starry sky directly squeezed all his energy and caused his sea of ​​consciousness to tremble until it was about to collapse.

All his spiritual consciousness was consumed in those seven swords, and the sea of ​​consciousness became empty.

The body of a practitioner is a ship in the spiritual ocean. His spiritual ocean is now exhausted, and the ship keeps falling in the empty space, never ending. This is a very terrifying process. He felt that everything around him, including the barren hills and grassy slopes, was constantly rotating and changing, and the blue sky seemed to be falling above his head. This made him extremely annoyed, uncomfortable, dizzy, painful, and weak. It's like drinking wine for seven days and nights. The wine is strong or even bad.

This feeling is very painful and uncomfortable, and it is a mental thing that cannot be expelled from the body.

He vomited out all the barbecue and wild fruits he had eaten last night and this morning, and also vomited out the gastric juice. In the end, all that was left was something that looked like water, until nothing could be vomited out. He didn't stop. He began to retching, as if he wanted to vomit until the end of the world, so that he could express his attitude towards the world.

Su Li looked at the young man vomiting beside the road and remained silent.

I don't know how much time passed, but he slowly walked behind Chen Changsheng using the yellow paper umbrella as a staff, slowly raised the yellow paper umbrella, and hit Chen Changsheng on the back of the neck.

With a snap, Chen Changsheng slowly fell down. Before falling, he used his last strength to ensure that he fell backwards and would not be contaminated by the filth he vomited.

But he did not faint. He still kept his eyes open and looked at the sky, feeling extremely painful and weak.

Su Li said indifferently: If you refuse to faint, you may go crazy.

In that blow just now, he used all the power he had secretly accumulated these days. He thought it might not be enough to kill the enemy, but it could be used to save people, but he didn't expect that this young man's body was so tough.

Chen Changsheng opened his mouth like a dying fish and said weakly: Senior, there is a grass on the mountain.

You don't want to write a poem before you die, do you? Su Li said, Don't do this, it will make people uncomfortable.

Chen Changsheng raised his hand with difficulty, pointed at the grass and said, That's a hundred days of drunkenness.

Just like Su Li said, if he continues like this, his sea of ​​consciousness is really likely to break, and he will die directly or become an idiot. And the most important thing is that he is really uncomfortable and in pain now. If he could ensure that his vision was not blurred at this time and could see the white clouds in the blue sky clearly, he would definitely take off the golden needle immediately and knock himself out, but he couldn't do it.

Fortunately, when he fell, he saw a grass that could make him unconscious.

Su Li understood what he meant, picked the grass over, roughly tore it into pieces with his hands, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Chen Changsheng finally closed his eyes, his face still pale and his eyelashes trembling slightly.

Su Li took a few tired breaths, sat down cross-legged, glanced at the deserted and deserted mountains, and placed his right hand on the handle of the umbrella.

After a while, Chen Changsheng suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the sky absently.

Su Li lowered his eyes slightly and said, You still refuse to faint?

Chen Changsheng said tiredly: The medicine doesn't work that fast.

Su Li said: Then shut up, close your eyes, and wait.

Chen Changsheng said with difficulty: But I have something to say to senior.

Su Li was silent for a while, then said expressionlessly: Let go.

Senior...it's better to kill less people in the future.

After saying this, Chen Changsheng felt that he had finally done what he had to do. He relaxed, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

…

…

(Children, celebrating the holidays is a good thing, but you must take good measures to avoid killing anyone. See you tomorrow. I want to try to write more than 4,000 words tomorrow.)