Fox Road Travel Notes

Lord Canghai said coldly: "After escaping from the army, you wandered around the world."

"Later, with my fists and kicks, I created a huge space in Jinling City."

"With thousands of gangsters under his command, he roamed the banks of the Qinhuai River, relying on the money from Yanhualiuxiang, and his mouth was full of oil. After all, he can be regarded as a charlatan."

"Jin'ao Island, have you heard of it?"

"Ah? Xia Ke Island? Are you——Cang Haijun?"

Liang Qiuju's lips trembled, and his face turned white and blue.

Cang Haijun nodded slightly: "Now that everything has been explained clearly, let's get started!"

Liang Qiuju was dumbfounded, sitting there in a daze.

Mr. Canghai didn't rush him, and drank one bowl after another calmly.

Seeing that the wine jar was empty, Chen Zican quickly went to the table next to him and brought a jar over.

At this time, Liangqiu Ju seemed to have come back to his senses.

He nodded numbly and said slowly: "Okay, then I will take three moves from you."

"It's just that I have a few final words to say!"

Cang Haijun used Zhenwu Xuan Ice Qi again to freeze the water in the wine, poured a bowl, and nodded: "You tell me."

Liang Qiuju took a deep breath and whispered: "Liang's parents died when he was young, and he was fostered in his maternal grandfather's house. He had little supervision, did not understand the principles, acted in many wanton ways, and was not tolerated by the village..."

"Later, I heard that the book writer told the story of Zhou Chu in the Jin Dynasty, and then I decided to change my past mistakes and serve the country and join the army."

"In my four years in Liaodong, I, Liang, have always sacrificed my life and fought bravely to be the first."

"From an ordinary soldier to a guerrilla general step by step, I have earned every bit of military success with my life."

When he said this, his voice became louder and louder, and his body stood tall and straight, as if he had regained his domineering military aura.

"The only blame is that I have a hard-to-change bad habit and used alcohol to make me angry."

"Just for a few quarrels, I accidentally missed and killed Commander Ma!"

"But, that was indeed not Liang's intention! Over the years, I feel guilty every day!"

He smiled bitterly: "It is natural and right to kill someone and pay for your life. There is nothing to say about it."

"Under the stove hole in the back kitchen are buried my savings over the past few years."

"Not much, just a few hundred taels of silver."

"If I die today, please leave twenty taels to Widow Chen for the working expenses of the store."

"The rest, including my head, will be handed over to Commander Ma's descendants."

"Send it to Commander Ma's grave. It's Liang's fault. Kowtow to him and apologize!"

Monk Tong said in surprise: "Liang Qiuju, I have heard of your name, Xiao Mengchang of Qinhuai, in the past few years."

"You said you have accumulated hundreds of taels of silver over the years? Why don't I believe it?"

Liang Qiuju smiled miserably: "These hundreds of taels of silver are all my earnings from selling noodles. They are clean."

"When I escaped from Jinling that year, I indeed took thousands of taels of silver notes with me."

"But on the way, someone robbed her."

"When I was living here, I was penniless and seriously injured..."

After hearing this, even Cang Haijun couldn't help but feel moved.

They had seen Liang Qiuju's ability with their own eyes, and it was incredible that someone actually robbed him.

Monk Tong opened his mouth to ask, but Liang Qiuju obviously didn't want to mention it again.

He stood up without making any gestures, and in a flash, he had already retreated three feet away.

That burly figure, at this moment, was like a feather being blown up by the breeze.

He clenched his fists, the joints on his body crackled, and said in a deep voice: "I heard that every generation of Canghai Jun who appears in the world is the most outstanding person in the world. Come on."

"This yard is spacious enough. The most peaceful life Liang has ever lived is here!"

"If I can die here and be buried here today, what more can I ask for?"

Cang Haijun said nothing, drank the wine he was holding in one gulp, and slowly put down the wine bowl.

The wine bowl leaves your lips and lands on the table.

A series of movements that look relaxed and soothing, but give people the feeling of——

Suddenly, time disappeared.

Not a complete stop.

Because the wine bowl continues to fall.

Go on, whereabouts...

It's not a normal flow either.

Because, except for the wine bowl, the hand holding the wine bowl.

All around, even the air is frozen..."

All the sounds in heaven and earth disappeared.

Chen Zican couldn't feel that he was still breathing or heartbeating.

There is only the flow of consciousness and the mutual generation of thoughts, just like the epiphyllum in the dark night. Suddenly, the flowers bloom and fall.

A few bright yellow persimmon petals fell from the treetops.

But he suddenly fell into the quagmire of time, floating quietly in front of his eyes, as if someone had drawn it in the air..."

In the flash of lightning, a word jumped into his mind: Nirvana, this is Nirvana!

Neither birth nor death, neither emptiness nor existence.

All worldly laws, all worldly arts, all worldly things...

At this point, everything will disappear!

Liang Qiuju's eyes widened with a fierce expression.

There was no wind in the yard, but his beard and hair were flying, and his clothes were rustling.

An aura of overwhelming strength suddenly spread to all directions...

At this moment, whether it was Chen Zican, Wang Heming, or even Tong Monk, fierce men who had climbed out of the pile of corpses time and time again, they all felt that they seemed to be in an ancient battlefield of brutal killings...

What he faced was the invincible fierce god Chi You who drove away hundreds of thousands of monsters and had a bronze head and an iron forehead!

Time disappears.

Chen Zican had no way of estimating how long this paragraph was.

In the realm of annihilation, there is no difference between a moment and eternity.

"Snapped--"

The wine bowl finally landed on the table.

A few crystal clear wine beads splashed up, sparkling in the sun.

The sound may be very light, but it is like a thunder in the silent night.

The whole world was shattered and awakened...

The noisy sounds from the outside world were heard. Monk Tong's surprised expression quickly magnified. He stretched out his hand like lightning, grabbed Wang Heming beside him, and stood up upside down——

Chen Zican's heart began to beat suddenly.

Blood rushes into the brain, making a loud "bang" sound on the eardrums, like waves hitting a rock.

In front of me, the flying persimmon petals shattered silently.

The entire world seemed to be moving at a speed that was dizzying.

The wine bowl fell, and time and space shattered.

Liangqiu's huge momentum was like a flood that broke a bank, being pulled by the Qi mechanism and suddenly launched into action.

A big fist.

Carrying wind and thunder, carrying a scream, it spanned a distance of three feet.

Suddenly, Cang Haijun appeared in front of him.

The avenue is unified.

This punch eliminates any fancy, "one" is the intention of the punch, and "one" is also the heart.

Go forward.

A battle of life and death.

Consistently...

The strong wind hit my face, making my face hurt.

Chen Zican squinted his eyes and saw the petals shattering first.

Then, tables, stools, wine jars, sea bowls... were shattered one by one.

In front of the fist intention of "One", everything ceases to exist, and only the only goal remains.

Cang Haijun's right palm had been raised to his chest at some unknown time.

He pressed lightly.

The roar rolling up on the ground, the debris shooting in the air, and the exclamations coming and going all around, everything slowed down and became quiet.

Destruction again!

Chen Zican opened his eyes desperately, trying to see this strange scene clearly.

The dust that filled his eyes was still in the air, like a piece of frosted glass.

Isolate him from the world of both sides in the decisive battle.

Liang Qiuju shouted loudly, and his clothes burst into countless small holes.

That punch cut through the thorns and never came back.

He vaguely saw Cang Haijun's palm lightly pressing on Liang Renqiu's fist with bulging veins.