Chen Guapi's consciousness slowly woke up from the darkness, and what appeared in front of him was a somewhat unfamiliar wooden ceiling.
Chen Guapi looked at the wooden ceiling in front of him, which seemed to have some dark lines.
But when he tried to study them carefully, he found that he couldn't see them clearly at all.
Chen Guapi didn't pay attention to these lines anymore. He knew that they were things that he had no control over for the time being.
Then he got up from the cold floor.
At this time, he found himself in a rather grand tavern:
This is a typical wooden structure building with oriental characteristics. Chen Guapi feels that this is in line with his aesthetics.
At this time, Chen Guapi noticed that there were still some people lying in the tavern.
Some of them were known to Chen Guapi, who were his comrades in the same period.
But the other few were a bit unfamiliar to him.
Especially Chen Guapi noticed that four people had woken up before him.
Although they were not standing together, Chen Guapi felt that they should know each other.
And they have a very eye-catching feature: they all have no hair.
Especially when there is a female player inside.
As if aware of Chen Guapi's gaze, the female player turned her head.
Her eyes looked very calm, with no negative emotions of being spied on.
However, Chen Guapi did not think that she had no emotional fluctuations, but that she hid them perfectly.
Chen Guapi smiled apologetically at her. He felt that it would be quite painful for a woman to lose her hair.
Of course, he didn't discriminate against the other party, but he felt a little strange.
However, Chen Guapi did not say hello to the other party because he could sense a certain awe-inspiring temperament from the other party.
Temperament is difficult to describe in detail. Compared with those simple expressions, Chen Guapi feels that it is some kind of spiritual power of the other party.
At this time, Chen Guapi heard one of the male players speak:
"Senior Brother Yin, does the master have any explanation?"
He was talking to another male player who had woken up before. Chen Guapi noticed that the other player seemed to be holding a sword in his hand.
In addition, there is a sword on his back.
For some reason, when he saw the sword behind the opponent's back, Chen Guapi had some indescribable emotions in his heart.
Those ancient, indescribable emotions surged in his chest.
Hostility? Anger? Hatred?
It is difficult to describe such complex emotions with ordinary words. Chen Guapi had a vague understanding:
He felt that the blood in his body knew this sword...
"What do you want to tell me? Master doesn't care about these things..."
After the male player said something to the other party, he turned to look at Chen Guapi.
His eyes were somewhat similar to the female player next to him, they were also emotionless and calm.
But from his eyes, Chen Guapi could feel some kind of sharp, indescribable aura.
Killing intent?
No, Chen Guapi's pupils suddenly contracted.
Even though he had never seen anything similar, a concept clearly emerged in his mind at this moment:
Sword intent!
If sword intent really exists in this world, it is probably what appears in the eyes of the male player.
The male player pointed at himself with the hilt of his shuriken, and then said:
"Yin Zhong..."
"And you?"
"Chen Guapi..."
Chen Guapi looked at Yin Zhong, his expression returned to calm and said...
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"Has it started yet?"
Taoist Sun stood on the top of the mountain, his Taoist robes swaying in the wind.
In fact, when the relevant personnel asked him for information about the plane leader, Sun Daoren hesitated.
Although the extraordinary rewards given by Yi Qiu in the relevant public secret realms are pure killing methods.
But this is not a related inheritance of other civilizations. Sun Taoist knows its origin.
For a cultivator like him, such a great avenue is undoubtedly attractive enough.
Sun Daoren knew that at that moment his heart was moved.
Cultivating the Tao is not about annihilating the seven emotions and six desires. Perhaps in the final, indescribable stage of merging the Tao, those human desires will slowly be lost.
But that is the result presented in the final stage, not the prerequisite it requires.
Just like a saint, he will also be angry.
A Taoist heart is not a flawless natural white jade.
It needs to face the test and baptism of various temptations in order to become more tenacious.
But if you insist on placing it in an environment without distractions, it will only slowly become covered with the dust of ignorance.
If it is as crystal clear as white jade, how can we worry about dust giving it flaws?
Sun Daoren finally made his own choice, and he thought it would not change anything.
In other words, he felt that it was not his way.
Although he was full of confusion about the future path, he had already begun to describe it in his mind.
He had imagined himself swimming towards Mu Cangwu in Beihai, and he had imagined himself using his magical powers to destroy demons.
But in the vague concept pieced together by those pictures, he was not a murderous person.
It was indeed a great avenue, but it did not belong to him...
His path still requires him to walk slowly on his own.
"Are you regretting it? This is rare..."
Taoist Jingxiu walked over from the rocks. She looked at Taoist Sun standing on the sharp rocks on the cliff and said this.
"Regret? You are still as smart as...but you are wrong."
Taoist Sun turned around and looked at the daughter of his master.
At this time, Jingxiu unexpectedly discovered that there was some kind of mysterious temperament in Sun Dao's eyes.
He is like the immortal who walked out of the painting, looking at the suffering of all living beings.
"It can be one but cannot be two."
"That is a 'skill' to others, but it is a 'dharma' to me..."
"Go and explore, and when you can let me draw the sword - I will give you this sword."
Taoist Sun took out a sword from his long sleeve. The sword was obtained by Taoist Sun from the Taoist Temple in Kunlun Mountain.
He is not coveting the supreme sharpness of the two swords combined into one, but rather some kind of nostalgia for the past.
"Remember, this is what you said!"
Taoist Jingxiu looked at Taoist Sun, and then left.
Sun Daoren looked at her leaving figure and shook his head. There are many clever people who have many calculations, but in the end they have some flaws.
Sun Daoren did not doubt that she could reach a higher level and even surpass him.
However, having too much intelligence will inevitably make her lose something.
The road to pursuing the "Tao" is bound to be complicated and bumpy.
It has never been a road that can lead all sentient beings to the sky...
"However, Uncle Qi, I'm afraid you may have miscalculated this time."
Sun Daoren looked at the sky that seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, but he could still observe the tiny stars.
But as for the macro, about the trajectory of that person, I can no longer find it...