Chapter 55: Cut Off the Dao Heart Today, and Never Seek the Great Dao Again

Silver sword light lingered around Luo Qingchen's body, and his figure escaped from the mansion. His majestic mind and energy and blood were intertwined, like lightning rushing behind the clouds.

The burly coachman Zhushan accompanied him out of Qingzhou. Zhushan was there when he was proud of the spring breeze, and still there when he was down and out.

But this time, Zhushan may really be gone.

Today, he did not see Zhushan. He just thought that Zhushan was busy with something. When he did not need it, Zhushan could move freely.

Luo Qingchen still remembered that Zhushan had a mistress in Linhua Pavilion in Lin'an Mansion who would visit him every seven days.

He thought that Zhushan was not in the house, maybe he was looking for his concubine to relieve the pressure.

His heart was a little depressed now, and he was focused on killing the dust in his heart, so he didn't notice it. When he realized it, the cold wind in the night was already mixed with a bit of sadness.

With Luo Qingchen's speed, he reached the Qingbo Street intersection in just a short while as he hurried with all his strength.

The sword energy lingered and his speed slowed down. He looked at Qin Qianqiu, who was standing on the chariot at the entrance of the alley, playing with a wine cup, and Wang Qinhe, who was carrying a dragon bone knife.

As if he understood something, Luo Qingchen's eyes trembled and he looked into the distance. He saw a burly body holding a knife, standing in the cold wind, looking at the direction of the long street where he was running. He had already made no sound.

"Sir, Zhushan cannot accompany you back to Qingzhou."

The whining cold wind of the spring night seems to still carry the echoing words.

Luo Qingchen felt his heart sink. The huge Lin'an rolled up endless darkness and swallowed him up, depriving him of the last person close to him in Lin'an.

Anle, dressed in white, stood beside Zhushan, raised his hand, and gently closed Zhushan's eyes.

He seemed to know Luo Qingchen's arrival and looked calmly.

The burly coachman Zhushan also brought a knife to kill him, in order to give Luo Qingchen a chance to leave Lin'an Mansion safely.

From Zhushankou, Anle also learned that Luo Qingchen rejected Qin Qianqiu's request and did not want to kill him.

As for this moment, what would Luo Qingchen's attitude be when he saw Zhu Shan's death?

If Luo Qingchen really fulfills Qin Qianqiu's wish and wants to avenge Zhushan, Anle will naturally not be his opponent at the moment, but when he grows up in the future, he will naturally not hold back.

However, Luo Qingchen did not take action in anger, nor did he reveal his murderous intentions. He walked step by step and came to Zhushan. Looking at the burly Zhushan corpse, a strong sadness gradually filled his eyes.

"I once said that I wanted you to carry me back to Qingzhou in glory, but I didn't do it..."

A long sigh, filled with guilt, exhaustion, self-blame and other emotions, came from Luo Qingchen's mouth.

Anle took a few steps away and gave up his position to Luo Qingchen.

Silent.

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The moonlight shines brightly in the gaps between the trees, and the long street is silent and clear at night.

The cold moonlight accompanied by starlight spread on the streets carrying the cold wind and the smell of blood.

It is quite far from Qingbo Street.

The luxurious carriage is parked quietly.

The horse neighed, and on the roof of the car, two figures stood with cold expressions.

"The coachman failed, and Luo Qingchen is here too. I wonder if Luo Qingchen will take action in anger."

Qin Qianqiu drank the spiritual wine in the cup, and the rich spiritual energy bloomed from his throat along with the wine, but there was no sign of enjoyment on his face.

He didn't care at all about Luo Qingchen's arrival, nor did he care at all about the coachman who had just been forced to die by him.

"Chefu Zhushan has the ability to forge inner elixirs and refine the divine fetal breath, but he was almost crushed."

Although the physical training and god-refining methods practiced by Coachman Zhushan were of the same level, it was a bit surprising for him to be crushed by a larger realm.

In terms of cultivation, Qin Qianqiu's talent is indeed ordinary, not comparable to his cousin Qin Hua'an, the genius of the Qin family who obtained the Little Holy Order by his own strength.

The young man An Le in front of him also crushed Qin Qianqiu.

The frustration brought about by this kind of cultivation genius made Qin Qianqiu feel a little inexplicably annoyed.

Wang Qinhe stood on the roof of the car, the Dragon's Back Sword on his waist emitting a cold light. He did not speak for a long time, and the relaxed and freehand feeling at the beginning had long since disappeared.

The battle in which Anle killed the knife-carrying driver made him wary, and the trump card displayed made him even more horrified.

"The God Refiner is not unworldly, but he can control swords in the air, and even poses a great threat to the internal elixir warriors..."

"This technique reminds me of the description of the secret sword skills left by the Holy Master in the Little Holy Order."

Wang Qinhe said solemnly.

"But, he just got the Little Holy Order yesterday, and today he has already understood the secret method in the Little Holy Order... What kind of talent is this?!"

Wang Qinhe thought carefully, feeling a slight chill in his body and mind.

Is this the terrifying talent of obtaining the Little Holy Order by oneself? !

Wang Qinhe has been studying the secrets of swordsmanship in the Little Holy Order, but he has only scratched the surface of it so far.

A feeling of jealousy and a strong sense of crisis suddenly filled Wang Qinhe's heart.

Maybe soon Anle will be able to challenge him and even defeat him easily.

Such a genius grows so fast!

Qin Qianqiu looked at Wang Qinhe beside him, and could feel the violent fluctuations in his mood. He frowned slightly: "Brother Wang... do I need to get rid of this young man in advance?"

Wang Qinhe's heart was ups and downs. He closed his eyes to calm down. He opened his eyes again and said seriously: "No need."

"I'm looking forward to him challenging me."

A look of surprise suddenly appeared on Qin Qianqiu's face: "Looking at it today, aren't you worried that he will defeat you when he grows up? If he defeats you, he will step on you to climb up the rankings."

Wang Qinhe took off the Dragon Spine Knife, rubbed his palm over the blade covered with dragon scales, and said softly: "Pressure is my motivation to continue to improve. Isn't this the meaning of the Little Saint List?"

"Those who can get the Little Saint Order are definitely not ordinary. Even if they get it with the help of family resources, if their talents are not recognized, the mountain masters will not give them the Little Saint Order."

"Those who get the Little Saint Order are not mediocre!"

"This kind of genius who does not rely on any family resources and climbs the Little Saint List by his own strength..."

"If I can defeat him openly, my will to practice will be greatly tempered, and my martial arts journey will be smooth sailing."

Wang Qinhe's eyes flashed with fighting spirit, and his palm suddenly swept across the blade, as if a low dragon roar exploded in the long street at night.

Qin Qianqiu's face was full of confusion and disdain. In his opinion, it is best to eliminate threatening enemies as soon as possible. There is no use in talking about the moral principles of the rivers and lakes, and it is even more ridiculous to have mutual appreciation among geniuses.

Wang Qinhe was like this, and so was his talented cousin.

Qin Qianqiu narrowed his eyes and looked at the boy who refused his recruitment for the first time, just because the boy gradually made him feel threatened.

In the distance, Anle was dressed in white, with a green mountain and ink pool floating beside him. He seemed to sense the gaze coming towards him, turned his head and looked, his mind drifting with the wind.

Then he saw Qin Qianqiu and Wang Qinhe standing on the roof of the car.

Wang Qinhe grinned when he saw Anle looking at him, his mind was boiling in the Niwan Palace, and the sword energy suddenly burst out from the dragon spine, shining brightly in the dark night.

The dragon spine knife flew out of his hand, like a long dragon, controlled by the sword control technique, and rushed out from the long street, carrying the sword energy, and rushed towards Anle.

"Wang Qinhe, the little saint, say hello."

Wang Qinhe stood on the roof of the car and laughed.

The Dragon Spine Knife slashed with a blade of energy, but it was not murderous, and the target was not Anle, but the ground beside Anle.

This slash was only to establish prestige.

Anle watched calmly, and the ink pool and green mountains hanging around him moved slightly.

However, a hand stretched out, and with a snap of five fingers, the Dragon Spine Knife was grabbed directly, and the majestic and boiling blade energy on it was directly annihilated, and the mental power attached to the blade was also cut off.

In the distance, Wang Qinhe, who was standing on the roof of the car, suddenly had a black face, my knife!

The blade energy raised the wind and waves, and Luo Qingchen faced Zhushan's body expressionlessly, full of guilt.

He didn't even raise his head, but just stretched out his hand to grab the Dragon Spine.

Holding the knife, he turned slowly.

He glanced at Anle: "Although you killed Zhushan, I don't blame you, but your sword is stained with Zhushan's blood. I will not forget it. When you have passed the fifth realm one day, I will come to you in an upright manner and fight to the death."

"Of course, if there is still that opportunity."

Anle heard the words, Qingshan and Mochi fell, put the sword on his waist, and said calmly: "Waiting."

Luo Qingchen smiled, and there was a lot of bitterness in his smile: "Since I accepted the East Sea Cleansing Heart Pearl from Qin Xiangfu to wash away the dust in my heart, I can't see the way forward. In the eyes of many people, I am no longer a genius."

"The dust washed away by external objects can't be washed away completely, leaving only a smelly body."

Luo Qingchen sighed, raised his head, and the cold moonlight shone on his cheeks that were gradually climbing up with the years.

He is no longer the proud young man who walked out of Qingzhou and was full of vigor.

But his eyes were fixed on Qin Qianqiu.

"Young Master Qin, all the gifts from your family have been used by Luo Qingchen for your family over the years, so it can be regarded as repayment."

"The East Sea Purifying Heart Pearl once helped me wash away the dust in my heart of Tao."

"Then I, Luo Qingchen, will cut off my heart of Tao today, and will no longer seek the Great Dao from now on. It doesn't matter if I win or lose, I just want to feel happy in my heart."

After the words fell, Luo Qingchen raised his hand and a ray of sword energy burst out, pouring into his eyebrows.

At this moment, everyone in the long street seemed to hear the sound of something breaking.

The heart of Tao is ethereal, but Luo Qingchen cut it with a sword.

Whether it was cut or not, no one knew.

Luo Qingchen said to cut it, so he cut it, and no one would doubt it.

"The favor has been repaid, so ask for the debt."

Luo Qingchen's face was pale, but he was relaxed.

His hair and robes were flying. He took a step slowly, and his figure went from walking to running, and finally like a cloud and lightning, with a dragon's spine, like a wave in the river in the dark night, carrying murderous intent to slash at Qin Qianqiu.

He swung his knife at the noble son of the Qin family who forced his driver to death but still looked down on him.

The driver was a small person, and his life was like a feather in the eyes of the noble.

But in the hearts of the people who care, the life of a small person can be heavier than a mountain!

The debt of Anle must be settled.

The debt of Qin Qianqiu who forced him, threatened him, and forced his driver to death must also be settled!