Chapter 1413 Never Forget

Qu Shunhua pointed to the empty seat next to him and motioned for Ye Lan'er to sit down. Luoluo smiled generously: "No matter how unpalatable the leftovers are, how can you still say bad things about me? If my job has collapsed, who will support you?"

Ye Lan'er spat: "Whoever wants to believe this will listen to it."

She looked at Jiang Wang: "I'm late to deal with some things, please forgive me, Mr. Jiang."

"We just arrived." Jiang Wang smiled slightly.

Ye Lan'er took another two steps and did not sit in the empty seat. Instead, he looked at Chu Yuzhi and smiled at him: "I prefer the position where General Chu sits. He sits in the northeast, looks to the southwest, and faces the wind and the clouds. "

"Who can say no to Miss Ye?" Chu Yuzhi smiled casually, stood up with the chair, changed positions with Ye Lan'er, and helped her set up the chair.

Ye Lan'er thanked him, and then Shi Shiran sat down.

Just on the right side of Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang almost smelled a faint scent, but it disappeared after just a moment, which made people feel quite disappointed.

But he just kept a polite smile and nodded to the new diner.

Yelan'er also smiled and nodded.

Qu Shunhua, as the host of today's banquet, looked at Jiang Wang, then at Ye Lan'er, and said with a smile: "The rest of us already know each other. I don't think you two need my introduction, right? They are both. No. 1 in the world, I must be in tune!”

A palace that is the best in the world.

The most beautiful woman in the world.

Of course, the number one inner palace has been moved to the outer building, and the number one beauty is still limited to the territory of Chu State for the time being.

At least if Jiang Wang were to judge, he would definitely not think that Ye Lan'er was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Ye Lan'er glared at Qu Shunhua angrily: "Young Master Jiang's performance on the river viewing platform with one punch and one kick is what can be called the best in the world. How can I be the best in the world? It makes people laugh when I say it."

Turning his eyes, he looked at Jiang Wang: "Long time no see, Young Master Jiang is even more charming than before!"

Jiang Wang was stunned for a moment.

It wasn't because Ye Lan'er was chatting with him.

It's not because Yelan'er is too beautiful.

But the polite words he usually used... were actually used by Ye Lan'er first!

Fortunately, he reacted immediately and replied first——

"oh?"

As soon as he said this, he realized that his reply was stupid, and it would be difficult for the other party to follow his words.

As his mind raced, he made amends in a joking tone: "Why don't you tell me more?"

The smile on Ye Lan'er's face froze for a moment.

The words of the leader of the Yellow River are far different from his performance on the river viewing platform in the past. It's really a bit... too frivolous,

Especially when paired with that insincere smile, he has the air of an old man who has been in the sex scene for a long time.

Zuo Guangshu probably felt embarrassed again and looked out the window silently.

Qu Shunhua still had a good impression of Brother Jiang. He felt that Brother Jiang was just temporarily fascinated by beauty, so he spoke out of proportion.

How normal is it for young people to be obsessed with beauty?

Doesn't Xiao Guangshu often make incoherent remarks in front of him?

So he rushed to the rescue: "Brother Jiang's demeanor can be described in just a few words? The defeat of Xiang Bei on the river viewing platform, the fight against Yama and the emperor, and the decisive battle with the yellow relics, which one is not a famous match?"

She looked at Jiang Wang and said sincerely: "Later I also learned that Brother Jiang fought against four great human demons by himself and killed them all. With this legendary achievement, he became the first imperial palace in Qing Dynasty. Can you tell us about this famous game? Talk about it?”

How dare Jiang Wang brag about himself in front of so many people? This is not the time to show off privately to An An or Zuo Guangshu.

Beijue said awkwardly: "Well, if a hero doesn't mention his bravery in the past, let's look back."

After saying this, he felt somewhat sincerely: "The realm of the inner palace has passed. The light of the past can only stay in the past and cannot illuminate the Star Tower."

"Well said!" Chu Yuzhi didn't care about the undercurrent, and said directly: "Don't let the floating clouds cover your eyes. Brother Jiang's state of mind makes Chu admire him!"

Ye Lan'er thought, this is true. If what Jiang Wang just said was truly true, then the leader of the Yellow River in the Neifu Realm would indeed not be his end.

While a few people were talking, five young girls came up the stairs, each holding a very exquisite wooden box.

The wooden box was opened, and inside was a set of tableware, including ivory chopsticks, white jade bowl, Ru kiln porcelain plate, phoenix pattern luminous cup...

They were carefully arranged and presented in front of the five people who were seated.

Then they stood behind the five people, serving as serving maids, preparing to serve the meal.

Immediately afterwards, a waiter walked slowly up the stairs, holding a dragon boat-shaped jade basin, and approached the table. Even before the lid is lifted, the fragrance is already there.

But the dishes from Huangliangtai's back kitchen have been delivered.

Everyone then said nothing and waited quietly for the dishes to be served.

This dragon boat-shaped jade basin gently landed in the middle of the round table and looked very smart.

The carving of this jade basin alone shows its value.

The maid standing next to Jiang Wang, who should be the main waiter at this table, introduced in a measured voice: "Today's banquet is the Shenglong Banquet. The first dish is called 'Jade Dragon'."

"The Jade Dragon is also known as the Fish Dragon. It is said to be a species of dragon, but it is just a legend. However, it is true that it has great spiritual power, and it is also true that it has long beards like dragon whiskers."

She stretched out her hand to open the jade cover and handed it over to the waiter who came upstairs with the food.

Strangely enough, I could already smell the fragrance before I even took off the lid. When the lid was lifted, there was no scent left.

Everyone then saw a jade dragon fish with long beards and golden scales swimming slowly in the clear fish soup in the dragon boat-shaped jade basin.

Jiang Wang's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart, who can't cook fish? Bringing up a live fish to fool the devil?

"This fish is not uncooked," the maid next to him seemed to know the guest's thoughts and introduced softly: "It is still swimming, but it is the instinct that has been extracted, not its vitality."

After that, she picked up a small jade hammer and tapped the fish head gently-

The fish skin with golden scales actually fell off and sank to the bottom of the soup, just like a beauty taking off her silk clothes.

So the tender and white fish meat was exposed to everyone's sight.

The fish skin had fallen off, but the jade dragon was still swimming slowly along the previous trajectory.

The maid used a jade spoon to scoop a small bowl of fish meat and put it in front of Jiang Wang.

"Please have it, young master."

The other maids also scooped fish meat for the guests they served.

Jiang Wang ignored the others and scooped a spoonful himself and put it in his mouth.

It felt smooth, tender and fragrant, and he couldn't help swallowing it in one gulp.

It turns out that all the fragrance was gathered by the fish meat.

Then it exploded on the tip of the tongue, and then it hit the throat.

Even after the fish meat was swallowed, the fragrance still lingered on the lips and teeth, just like the jade dragon swimming in the jade basin...

The best taste in the world!

Jiang Wang had only this thought in his mind.

No one spoke, everyone silently ate up the fish meat in the bowl, and waited for the maid to serve the next bowl.

The jade dragon in the dragon boat jade basin soon only had a skeleton with complete fish bones, but it was still swimming in the soup.

This was its "instinct" to swim after it was extracted.

Jiang Wang glanced at the dragon boat jade basin. He wanted to taste the fish soup, but the serving maid didn't seem to want to serve it to him...

Just as he was hesitating whether to do it himself, the main maid had already taken back the lid and covered the dragon boat jade basin.

As if unintentionally, or as a reminder, he said: "You can't drink the soup of this jade dragon, because all the impurities are in it. This soup is inferior."

Jiang Wang thought that the inferior soup might be delicious.

But the waiter who served the dishes had already taken the dragon boat jade basin away and went downstairs.

It makes people feel lost.

……

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Some people live in luxurious houses and high buildings, while others have no tiles to cover their heads.

Some people are romantic with fragrance, while others are curled up and stinky.

In this world, people are different.

Different births, different encounters, different requests.

Different lives.

Fang Heling often thinks of the way those people drank and laughed.

He actually wanted to join them.

I wanted to be as heroic and indulgent as them.

But he has never been the same as them.

The so-called "Five Heroes of Maple Forest" is such a ridiculous name in the world.

Not at all impressive, very clumsy.

Even in Maple Forest City, it can't reach the extraordinary level. No cultivator would even look at it.

But among the outer disciples of Maple Forest City Dao Academy, it is so famous.

In the eyes of people like him who really want to enter the City Dao Academy, it is simply a legend.

The five best outer disciples, like-minded, became brothers in life and death. They walked through mountains and rivers together, doing chivalrous deeds. Perhaps in the future, they will also fly the sword to the sky together.

How much he wanted to participate in it.

He also imagined that he would keep his promise and draw his sword, travel thousands of miles, cut off the enemy's head and return. He wanted to drink fine wine and sing with his brothers.

But this life is no longer possible.

All those who later changed beyond recognition, how could they be willing to change in the beginning!

Blood.

Blood is such a bright and painful color.

I don't know when it started. Everything I see in my eyes is covered with blood.

No, that's not right.

It's this world, which is originally bloody.

No, that's not right...

You clearly remember when it started...

So why is it blurred?

Why do you want to forget?

Why are you so cowardly?

Why are you so weak even though you have tried so hard!

There were bursts of severe pain in the heart. It felt like ants were crawling, like knives were cutting, and like fire was burning.

The endless pain made Fang Heling want to fall down, curl up on the ground, and hug himself.

But he just stood there silently, expressionless.

In front of him was a high cliff, and on the cliff there was a strong pine tree with deep roots.

On the pine tree, there was a man hanging.

His hands were tied together and hung over his head.

The rope was blood-colored, and the other end of the rope was pierced into the branches, as if it was symbiotic with the branches.

The man's feet were also tied together, and the blood-colored rope was wrapped around several times and intersected behind him, like two blood snakes, suddenly stretched straight, and nailed into the high cliff.

This man was fixed in the air. His teeth were clenched, his eyes were wide open, his eyeballs were bulging, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

At this time and place, it was actually very silent, with only the wind blowing.

Fang Heling, who stood silently, stretched out his right hand, penetrated the chest of the man in front of him, and pinched his heart.

The power of hatred, passing hatred with hatred, questioning the heart with the heart.

Using pain to intensify pain.

The tortured and painful person in front of him did not know that the abuser was in more pain than him.

Of course, even if he knew, it would not help to alleviate anything.

Fang Heling had long been accustomed to this level of pain, and silently chewed the information from this heart.

Most of them were useless, and only one or two clues could be captured, just like looking for crickets in the bushes when you were a child - this was easier than getting the other party to speak.

"Wushengjiao Yuetu, is it the rabbit face in the twelve bone face before..."

Fang Heling murmured to himself.

His hands slowly clenched, and the heart was slowly crushed.

The eyes of the hanging man were still wide open, but the divine light had dissipated.

His body has died, and his soul may have just dissipated, or he may have gone to the so-called inanimate world... Who knows?

Fang Heling took out his hand and flicked it gently, and all the blood on his hand splashed out, falling on the high cliff in a graceful trajectory.

He is not suitable for the magical power of hatred, and he even does not have the talent to acquire the magical power at all.

The Blood-Returning Pill of the White Bone Path has already destroyed his foundation - even though his foundation is basically mediocre.

He was accidentally picked up in a dying state.

He was rebuilt after his veins were destroyed.

The blood-red mansion in Wufuhai was built by great power.

His magical power of hatred is a living thing implanted into his body.

He's not suitable.

The first demon has already concluded that he is not suitable.

But what is he suitable for?

He was too mediocre, too useless, too much of a loser.

Even Yan Chunhui, who is at the top of the extraordinary world, doesn't know what he is suitable for!

Then he could only hold on to the power of hatred.

This is his only choice.

In the name of hatred, it is not a way to become stronger, nor is it a terrible perseverance, let alone will.

It's just the only hope in this lingering life.

The only hope of personal revenge.

So he can only do this.

This is the only way to go.

Although every time I use the magical power of hatred, I suffer from the magical power.

It was as if the magical seeds themselves had spirituality and were unwilling to be controlled by trash like him.

Although the cost of using this magical power was so painful that he wanted to commit suicide.

He wanted to give up countless times, wanted to collapse on the ground, and wanted to cry.

But he didn't.

In this world, no one will tell him the truth, no one will hold his head and say to him - "Then prove it to me, my son."

No one cared about his tears.

Being strong starts from not being weak anymore.

He no longer lives to prove to anyone.

"The teaching of no life...the teaching of no life."

He chewed the term over and over again.

This sect, which developed in Yong, Jiao, and Luo, first gained momentum during the Zhuang-Yong War.

Taking advantage of the huge pain caused by the war, it developed rapidly.

"War, death, resentment..." Fang Heling murmured.

This sect is almost of the same origin as the White Bones Way, but they do not believe in the White Bones Evil God. Instead, they believe in the inanimate religious ancestor who is a god, a Taoist, and a religious leader.

The God Master is their god, the Tao Master is their ideal, and the Cult Master is their leader.

In this regard, it is completely different from other cults.

From the White Bone Path to the Wusheng Cult, that Moon Rabbit must know something...

Fang Heling thought so.

But he was also very aware.

It has only been more than a year since the war between Zhuang and Yong Kingdom ended.

The sect has been able to develop to its current scale in such a short period of time, and the strength behind it is by no means something he can challenge alone.

Of course, there is no organization behind him.

Even if fortune-telling is dead, all evil is dead, flesh-cutting is dead, beheading is dead, nearly half of the nine human demons are dead or injured.

But this won't shake anything at all.

As long as the boss is still there, Wuhuigu will still be strong.

But Wu Huigu, an extremely loose organization, would not be able to provide him with any help at all.

Everyone in the organization does whatever the fuck they want.

Don't even think about establishing any friendship.

Everyone in the organization is selfish, cold, and heartless.

At most, they try not to kill each other under the will of the boss.

Only top-down orders can unite some forces.

For example, the fortune-teller demon instructs them to destroy Qingyunting, or the fortune-teller demon leads them to plot against Yu Beidou, or each of them must act under the orders of the boss...

However, among the nine human demons, he ranked ninth.

It is obvious that even if new human demons are added, his ranking will not be higher.

The ranking of human demons only depends on strength, not time.

So why is it still so weak? !

I'm a waste...

I'm not a waste!

Fang Heling's eyes were wild for a while, then quickly calmed down.

Want to borrow the power of no return valley.

unless……

The tentacles of Wusheng Cult reached Chen State.

But this group of inanimate cultists act crazy, but their senior leaders are very cautious. It seems that there are no plans to expand any time soon.

So, what to do?

Fang Heling thought silently, turned around and prepared to leave.

His steps paused.

At this time there was a person standing in front of him.

I don’t know when this man appeared, and I don’t know how long he stood behind him.

And he didn't notice it at all.

more importantly--

This man stood there quietly, letting the mountain wind blow his long hair away.

Appeared countless times in his nightmares!

No.

This man is his nightmare itself!

In just an instant, Fang Heling's eyes turned blood red, and a cold light appeared between his fingers!

In the shortest time, he exploded all the power he could, including those he had mastered and those he could not master.

In the era when the art of flying swords was popular, there was a sword art named "Zan".

What is residual swordsmanship?

The sky is broken, the earth is lacking, and people are gone.

The most evil and evil.

It is to separate one part of the soul, two parts of the bone, three parts of the flesh, and four parts of the blood.

Use your body as a furnace and your life as a fire to forge a broken sword.

This sword is born and the sky is missing. When it moves, the earth splits. It is born to kill and will not die until it consumes all the soul and life.

This is a forbidden technique in the flying sword era!

Even a strong man like Yan Chunhui, who has inherited the ultimate swordsmanship, describes this skill as a "ferocious sword".

Because he worked hard to earn merit and completed a task that was almost impossible with his strength, he was rewarded with the reward.

Yan Chunhui reminded him that "there is no way out until there is no way out."

Fang Heling has been practicing this swordsmanship for a long time and can fully understand this reminder.

This swordsmanship first kills oneself and then kills others.

It has definitely gone astray. It is a product of the most intolerant and radical period in the Feijian Era. It can even be called the "legacy" of the Feijian Era.

But does Fang Heling have any choice?

Not all powerful techniques can be developed without focusing on talent.

Even if Yan Chunhui was willing to teach the Selfless Sword Code, which stood at the pinnacle of the Feijian era, would he be able to learn it if he had the talent?

Fang Heling told herself more than once that the residual sword technique should not be used lightly.

He knew very well the dangers of this swordsmanship.

But the moment he saw this man with droopy hair, he had already activated his hatred power and pulled out the heart-cutting dagger. This body was like a sheath, and a fierce sword cry resounded!

He spent the rest of his remaining life just for this person!

Be at this moment, be at this moment.

Zhang Linchuan...Zhang Linchuan...Zhang Linchuan!

Let you know my hatred!

Fang Heling had never felt so powerful before, with surging power flowing through his body.

It seemed as if the whole world was trembling.

The sharp pain in his heart that triggered his supernatural powers became a different kind of motivation at this time.

His soul is trembling!

All the struggles along the way will be burned in this round.

At least for this round...

Zhang Linchuan!

You have to watch me!

In Fang Heling's blood-red eyes, he could only see that one person at this moment.

Then he saw...

The man quietly raised his eyes and cast a look.

Just a look.

It was a calm look that could be called gentle, but it was also distant and indifferent.

He has no dissatisfaction with the world, but the world has nothing to do with him.

It's about this look.

Like a mountain pressing down.

The body is infinitely heavy.

My heart is infinitely heavy.

Fang Heling felt as if he was falling into an infinite abyss.

Falling forever.

There is no place to draw strength from.

There was no possibility of stopping the fall.

The sharp and ferocious sound of the sword in the body suddenly stopped.

It is obviously such a powerful force, but it cannot roar again.

The power that was already boiling in his body was actually frozen and could not continue to rush out!

It's ridiculously still in the interval between explosion and annihilation.

The part of his soul, bones, flesh, and blood that had been separated stopped at the separation step in embarrassment.

If you take one step back, the sword will disappear. How can you be willing to do so?

If you take one step forward, the sword can be cast into shape, but it will not kill you.

Fang Heling clearly felt that his body was blocked by an invisible force. It felt like...as if all the pores on his body were blocked, and his skin itself had become a prison cell.

His own body thus formed a completely airtight space, trapping all his power in the residual sword technique within it.

This resulted in that he was clearly fighting for his life and doing everything he could...but with all his strength, he couldn't even leave his body.

His men are still charging forward, but his strongest support is still locked in his body!

Just like a swordsman, he has rushed towards the enemy, preparing to decide the final life and death, but his sword is in the sheath and cannot be pulled out!

This is... what kind of power?

What kind of gap is this?

He knew that he had been completely defeated, but he didn't even know how he was suppressed!

Once the thoughts of despair arise, they can never be stopped and grow indefinitely.

He had experienced this kind of despair before.

Is this Zhang Linchuan?

Is this Zhang Linchuan?

Fang Heling vaguely remembered that in the violent thunder, Wei Quji, the lord of Maplewood City, fell into the sky. The man illuminated by the lightning calmly put on the bone mask.

He will never forget that at that time he was inspired by that kind of power and admired that kind of cold power...

And it was precisely this cold power that exploded into a ball of lightning and took away his father.

What fell countless times in front of him... was a charred corpse.

Never forget.

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