Liu Qinghuan was dumbfounded and lay on the ground without daring to move.
With one stab of the knife, the man immediately breathed his last and fell to the ground naked, eyes wide open.
The woman sitting on his waist, holding a bloody dagger in her hand, did not get up, staring blankly ahead and not knowing what she was thinking.
After a long time, she stood up in despair. Her exquisite body was covered with the man's blood. She didn't care, picked up the green clothes on the ground and started to put them on.
Her movements were very slow, her whole body was trembling, and her eyes remained on the dead man.
Suddenly, a wail that seemed to be squeezed out of the throat came out, and the woman hugged her clothes and cried heartbreakingly. The cry was so heartbreaking that it resounded throughout the valley. Just listening to the cry, no one would have imagined that she was there just a moment ago.
How decisive and firm he was when killing people.
Liu Qinghuan sighed secretly. Gratitude, hatred, life and death are unpredictable. It seems that immortal cultivators are no different from ordinary people. As long as they are human, most of them are trapped in desires and cannot extricate themselves.
The woman at the foot of the mountain gradually stopped crying. She wiped the blood on her body with the clothes in her hand, took out another blue dress from the storage bag and put it on. Then with a snap of her fingers, a fireball fell on the man's body, and a raging fire broke out.
Burn by the stream.
The woman's face had returned to calmness. She only glanced at the fire and left quickly without stopping, stepping on the flying sword.
In fact, as long as she used her spiritual consciousness to scan, she would be able to find Liu Qinghuan not far away. But from beginning to end, she was immersed in her own emotions, completely unaware that all this would fall into the eyes of another person.
Liu Qinghuan walked out from behind the tree and came to the stream after the woman left for a long time.
Apart from the burn marks, there is nothing left here.
For the first time, he felt confused.
At a young age, he did not understand the relationship between men and women, and had no experience of the joy (harmony) and love (harmony) between men and women, but he had seen countless deaths.
In his short eleven years of life, Liu Qinghuan had only one belief most of the time, and that was to survive! He had tried his best to do so.
In the beggar's den, people often die silently in the corner. Needless to say, they freeze to death or starve to death. Because they have no money to buy medicine, a simple typhoid fever can kill a beggar. Even Old Man Liu died because of
The rheumatism gradually worsened until it became paralyzed. And if these beggars had relatives or close friends, they could still be buried in a torn mat for safety. Some of the beggars who were alone and helpless would not be discovered until they died.
But dragging it to a mass grave was the end of it.
When I fled later, I saw more deaths. Death from starvation and illness was considered a blessing. There were those who were robbed and killed, humiliated, and even dismembered and eaten. The miserable situation in the world was nothing more than this. I saw other people.
Immortal cultivators, when we meet, either you will kill me, or I will kill you. There is no trace of the appearance of an immortal, they are all trying to survive.
The woman I saw today was in uncontrollable grief after killing someone. Liu Qinghuan was shocked and couldn't help but feel her thoughts.
Before the Qi was introduced into his body, he was a helpless little beggar, struggling to survive in the world; after he accidentally started to practice, he wanted to seek immortality, but he never thought that there would be dangers on the road to immortality.
What situation did you encounter?
Maybe one day he will kill someone, or be killed.
There is a saying in "Zuowang Book of Immortality": After birth and death, the cycle of endless kalpas is reversed. How can it be like this? It also says: If you abandon things, your body will not be tired, and if you do nothing, your heart will be at ease. Day by day, you will be peaceful and simple, and you will be tired by dust.
Thin.
Liu Qinghuan stood quietly by the stream and suddenly had an epiphany. The spiritual power in his body began to circulate on its own, flowing rapidly through his meridians. When he woke up from the epiphany, he was surprised to find that his spiritual power had increased a lot, reaching three levels.
At the peak of the level, with only the last trace of confinement left, one can break through to the fourth level of Qi training and reach the middle of the Qi training period.
At this time, there is no time to think about it. We can't stay here any longer. Who knows if the woman will come back. If she finds out that he lives here, she will definitely think of him seeing everything. Her cultivation level is definitely higher than him.
, He is a swordsman and I am a fish and meat. He does not want to let his life and death fall into the hands of others.
Returning to the cave, Liu Qinghuan looked at the place where he had lived for two years, and finally put out the stove fire and put the alchemy furnace and the soup inside into the storage bag.
All his things were put away in storage bags, and now there was only a set of half-used bedding left, but there was no need to take them away anymore.
When he came outside the cave, he sealed the cave with big rocks and also sealed the gap in the roof of the cave. Liu Qinghuan stopped in front of the cave and patted the big tree next to him. How many times the sun rose and the moon set, he sat under this tree and focused on
Cultivation. Now that I have left, I don’t know if there will be a chance to come back.
After sighing with emotion, he didn't stop any longer, carried his spiritual energy to his feet, and headed out of the mountain.
Liu Qinghuan looked for the direction of Tongda City and drove all the way. This was different from the past. Two years ago, he escaped to the Hengwu Mountains against all odds, just to avoid dying in natural disasters and man-made disasters. He never thought that one day he would leave the mountain.
He is already a practicing person.
Because he used spiritual energy on his feet to travel, it only took three days for Liu Qinghuan to approach Tongda City. Apart from meditating to restore his spiritual energy, he did not stop at all.
As the name implies, Tongda City is located at the intersection of north, south, and east, extending in all directions. It is the largest city in Dayue Kingdom except Dayue Capital, the capital.
Along the way, Liu Qinghuan had learned from others that the war had ended three months ago, and the Dayue Kingdom was defeated. The Dayue royal family was killed, and those who were not killed were also imprisoned. Now the whole territory of Dayue is
Occupied by Chu Yue Kingdom.
According to Liu Qinghuan's guess, it was not the defeat of the Dayue Kingdom, but the defeat of the Qingyu Sect behind the Dayue Kingdom. Although the several Qingyu Sect disciples he met were all extremely powerful, for some unknown reason, the Qingyu Sect still lost.
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However, who is the emperor and who is the boss is far less important to ordinary people than the job in their hands. As long as they can survive, ordinary people do not care whether the person in charge is named Wang or Li. If it is a foreign race, they will fight for it.
After all. But the people of Dayue Kingdom and the people of Chuyue Kingdom are of the same race, and they have close interactions with each other on weekdays. There is no barrier between them, and naturally there is no deep hatred.
And the new rulers will not massacre the people of other countries, because these people of other countries will soon become their own people.
So the people have slowly returned to normal order at this time. Along the way Liu Qinghuan walked, the severe drought scene more than two years ago has long disappeared. Those people who starved to death among the green mountains and green waters have turned into the dust of history and been forgotten by history.
Only the arrow marks and knife marks remaining on the tall walls of Tongda City still tell the story of the recent war.
In front of the tall city gate, people entering the city lined up in a long queue. Liu Qinghuan lined up behind an old farmer carrying a large basket of mountain goods, and slowly moved forward with the queue.