Chapter five hundred and ninety-first youth forgetting the river
Chapter 591: Young Man Wangchuan
It's very heavy, so heavy that his shoulders are a little deformed. He will be responsible for his woman for the rest of his life. Therefore, he must live well and work hard to improve his cultivation. He hopes that when the crisis comes one day, he can
There is enough strength to protect them from wind and rain.
Outside, a light rain falls, and inside the house, there is a green lotus that has just bloomed, competing with the flowers, with buds in the buds, and finally blooming! The brightly colored bath drops are breathtakingly beautiful.
"Brother Luo Chen, it hurts... 嘤嘤嘤..."
What a beautiful sound, a mysterious symphony, like an oriole singing in the green, or like a hand-clapping snare drum. It is also mixed with thick and low noises, and various musical notes are intertwined to create such a beautiful and fairy sound.
It’s no exaggeration to say that it’s amazing. This sound can cure depression and accelerate blood circulation, making people’s blood boil after listening to it.
For a long time, for a long time, until the sun sets in the early morning and the willow trees set at dusk, until the stars and moon hang in the sky, and the insects and birds sing incessantly.
The rolling floods like the sea are overwhelming, reaching into the sky and covering the soft peaks. Until the oxen plows, the fields are almost worse. Only the oxen are left mooing, looking back at the plows they have plowed, and smiling.
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On the messy double bed, Luo Chen gently pulled the corner of the quilt and wrapped the nephrite. This was his own person. From now on, it only belonged to him.
It's early morning again. What a beautiful sunrise. After the rain, all the dust in the air has been washed away. Take a deep breath. It's so cool and refreshing. Luo Chen takes a sip from between his teeth.
Cool air.
嘤嘤嘤……
When the child woke up, he was shy, his little head was buried in the quilt and he didn't dare to raise his head. This was really embarrassing.
"Are you hungry?" Luo Chen came to the window, pulled off a corner of the quilt, exposed the little head buried under the quilt, and looked at himself.
Last night's expedition was too exhausting, even Luo Chen was a little tired.
"I want to eat steamed dumplings." Ye Rou's voice was as thin as the sound of a mosquito, and she looked at Luo Chen with a pleading look.
"Okay." Luo Chen smiled and patted Ye Rou's little head. He opened the door, fetched a basin of water from the well in the other courtyard, heated it to thirty or forty degrees with his soul power, and held it in his arms.
Ye Rou played in the water together in the room and rubbed each other's backs.
Afterwards, Luo Chen took Ye Rou out of the room and went to the back kitchen. Luo Chen started making steamed dumplings himself.
We had a beautiful breakfast. It was raining lightly. It was a good time to go on a boat trip. We could watch the yellow leaves of the weeping willows falling, the fish rippling in the water, the silhouette of the Hong Kong in the autumn wind, and her shy eyebrows.
The autumn wind was bleak, and there was a slight coolness in the air. Luo Chen took off his windbreaker, draped it in front of Ye Rou, held her and sat on the bedside, and followed the boat to the west.
What a beautiful world for two people, but the peace was eventually broken. When the boat swam to the other side, people could be seen coming and going on the Sichuan Bridge, and a one-armed boy blocked the way of Luo Chen and the others.
"Luo Chen?" The young man spoke, the sword intent lingering around him, and Luo Chen's skin was painfully stabbed.
The young man is about 16 or 78 years old. The young man has a white head. There is a sword box suspended behind his back. Only a scabbard is exposed, but no sword is visible!
"Why?" Luo Chen said, with a solemn look on his face. The young man who appeared in front of him was very strong, giving people a sharpness that could not be competed with. The sword was only far away from his heart.
"I came here to defeat you under the orders of Master Li." The young man opened his mouth, breathed out sword energy, and slashed at Luo Chen. He did it without any rules, and he did it as he was told, without giving Luo Chen the slightest chance to refuse.
"A genius from the Zhenwu Branch Academy?" He squeezed out the sword energy with his bare hands. Luo Chen did not dare to be careless and signaled Ye Rou to retreat later.
The young man nodded, rolled up the sword case behind his empty sleeves, threw out a scabbard, held it tightly, and challenged Luo Chen with the scabbard.
"You are no match for me, retreat." Luo Chen said and glanced at the one-armed boy.
Today he came to accompany Ye Rou on a tour of the river. The appearance of the young man has disturbed his elegance. Although the young man is very strong, if there is really a winner, Luo Chen will definitely fight with all his strength. When the time comes, the young man will
Certain death!
Traveling in late autumn, Luo Chen was in a very good mood and did not want to be stained with blood.
The young man said that he came to defeat him in the name of Master Li and expressed his determination. In this battle, he could only win but not lose.
At Wanfo Mountain, Luo Chen once said that if he wanted to enter the Zhenwu Branch, he must first find someone among his peers who could suppress him. I have to say that the old guy was really fast.
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To have found such a strong opponent for him so quickly shows that Tianlan Zhenwu Branch Academy is terrifying and full of evildoers.
Unfortunately, this is not enough.
"My peers, I have never been defeated!" the young man said, with arrogant self-confidence. He pulled out the sword and stuck it on the ground, intending to fight Luo Chen with the scabbard. How arrogant!
At the same time, in a boat in the Chuanhe River, the girl suddenly played the piano, her beautiful eyes passed through the gauze curtain, looking up at the two young men confronting each other. Inadvertently, the girl's eyes swept back and stayed on Ye Rou for a moment, deeply
Her beautiful eyes frowned slightly.
"Wangchuan." Next to the girl, accompanied by an old man in black robe, recognized the one-armed boy.
"Is that the young Wangchuan? Unfortunately...he is a cripple."
The girl spoke, and one sentence represented her rejection.
The black-robed old man is sweating violently and is disabled? The young man Wangchuan was born with a sword, and he cut off his right arm in order to master the left-hand sword. His talent is amazing, and he will definitely enter the soul king realm in the future. Once he enters the king realm, he can receive a baptism of the great path of heaven and earth.
It is not a problem to regenerate the arm, but it is disabled? Where should I start talking about this?
Wangchuan is one of the top ten monsters of Tianlan Zhenwu Branch Academy. He is a talented monster with an ever-changing left-handed sword. He has killed a strong man in the late stage of the Nine-Star Soul Fighting Realm! This time, Tianlan Zhenwu Branch Academy is qualified to participate in the Zhenwu Branch Competition.
A seed-level player! He was so strong that he was confused.
If you don’t care about your talent, you are qualified to enter the main campus of Zhenwu Academy! Disabled? Pfft~
"Miss, do you think Wangchuan will lose in this battle?" The old man in black robe shook his head.
"He will die." Xue Ziyi opened his mouth and replied.
The old man in black robe was speechless. He could not refute. It was not that he recognized it, but that he did not dare to refute. He was just a servant and was not qualified to refute at all. In fact, he did not think highly of Luo Chen. The young Wangchuan was too famous and was once divided into
The academy is known as one of the strongest soul masters under the half-step soul king realm! This shows how powerful he is!
On the other hand, Luo Chen, although he is also brilliant, has reached the middle stage of Nine-Star Fighting Soul Realm at this young age, and can be called a monster of a generation, but compared with Wangchuan, he is still not as good as Wangchuan.
"Do you think Wangchuan will win?" Xue Ziyi asked, and the old man in black robe prostrated.
With ten fingers clasping the sound, the strings jingled up and down, and as soon as the song fell, Xue Ziyi said lightly: "How many years have I been protecting the Tao?"
Hei was afraid that the old man did not dare to hide anything, and said: "For forty-seven years, I have been given the favor of Miss, and I have been with you for seven years."
Xue Ziyi nodded: "Do you dare to make a bet with me?"
"This... old slave doesn't dare."
"Don't rush to say you don't dare. You think Wangchuan will win, but I think that after this battle, Wangchuan will die if he loses. If you win, I will remove your slave mark and grant you freedom. If you lose, I will add your slave mark."
Thirty years, do you dare?"
The old man in black robe was silent and said in a hoarse voice: "Old slave, I don't dare."
"Are you worried that I will break my promise then?" Xue Ziyi raised her eyes slightly and saw through the mind of the old man in black robe. She plucked the string with her ten fingers, and with a crisp sound, the slave seal blessing the old man in black robe collapsed.
The old man in black robe had a look of dementia in his eyes, and looked at the girl in front of him with a look of disbelief: "Miss, you..."
"Do you dare to gamble now?" Xue Ziyi looked straight ahead calmly, as if she had just untied a dog leash, it didn't matter to her, it was so ordinary from beginning to end.
The old man in black robe was silent. After the slave mark came into contact, he held his head high and the slave mark disappeared. He suddenly felt that he was no longer a dog, but a living person.
I think from the moment he was given the slave mark, he had already prepared himself to be a slave for the rest of his life. He never thought that one day, he would be a new man.
"Old slave, I thank you for your kindness." The old man in black robe burst into tears and knelt down on the ground.
"How can I say thank you?" Xue Ziyi glanced at the black-robed old man from the corner of his eye and said, "I'm just temporarily unblocking you. Do you really think Wangchuan can beat him?"
Hearing this, the old man in black robe felt his heart inexplicably. Before he could speak, he heard Xue Ziyi continue: "When I chose you as my protector, I said that it would only take ten years. Ten
Years later, I will give you your freedom, and now it is the seventh year. There are still three years. After three years, you will be truly free. Now I ask you again, do you still dare to bet?
If Wangchuan wins, you can leave now; if Wangchuan loses, thirty years will be added to the original three years left."
Xue Ziyi chuckled, flicked his fingers, and a slave mark condensed out: "If you don't dare, I will make you a slave, and you will still be free after three years."
The old man in black robe hesitated. This was a big gamble for him. He wanted to refuse, but he couldn't bring himself to re-impose the slave seal.
After finally gaining freedom, he did not want to be enslaved again because he was not sure whether Xue Ziyi's previous words were true or false.
After three years, would she really let him go? He didn't quite believe it, and he wanted to turn around and leave. Anyway, the slave seal had been lifted, and he no longer had to obey her orders.
However, he quickly gave up this idea. The girl's background was too terrifying. Once she did this, she would be hunted endlessly in the future. He did not dare to bear that kind of anger, and he could not bear it.
Moreover, in the past seven years, he has never seen through this young lady, let alone learned her true strength. It is terrifying to think about it. He is afraid that the boat will capsize in the gutter.
This slave seal was sealed by the most powerful member of the Xue family himself. Who knows if there is any spiritual imprint in it. Once the rebellious heart is revealed, the death may be very miserable.
"Has the decision been made?" Xue Ziyi asked.
"I bet that Wangchuan will win. If I lose, I am willing to bear the mark of slavery for another thirty years." The old man in black robe gritted his teeth and said. (To be continued)