Cultivate with an African God

Wen Xingze felt that his thoughts were like a mess, and he couldn't stop cutting them no matter what.

He saw black mist rising from the ground, but his mind was in a trance, his limbs were stiff, and he didn't want to react.He was even soberly aware that the confusion at the moment was just the opponent's method, but he was still too lazy to resist.Because he is also very clear that those emotions are real and belong to him.

The pain embedded into his body like a gossamer, and those hatred, humiliation, shame, and confusion gnawed at his soul like insects and ants.

The world became dark, and there was no beast garden, it was empty everywhere, and there were only some chaotic shadows in the darkness.

Many voices rang in his ears, it was him who only wanted to be "No. [-]", he who was defeated by Zhong Zijin, and he who was repeatedly judged by the masters as unsuitable for holding a sword.

Lots and lots of voices.

He raised his head suddenly, and those wandering shadows all had heads, and they all had different expressions—the ones who were indifferent, jealous, unwilling, and helpless, but they all had their own faces.

Those looks were so strange and so ugly.

Wen Xingze clenched the sword in his hand and swung it almost chaotically.Those shadows were floating around, and they couldn't be cut through no matter what, but every sword he swung seemed to feed back to himself with the same power. Wen Xingze walked in the darkness, stumbling, and he felt the blood surging in his body Along with the pain of being devoured by his mind, he kept hearing those distorted voices gradually converging into one sentence.

——Life is like this, it is better to die.

Those shadows gradually condensed and formed the appearance of a person, Zhong Zijin.

Zhong Zijin, who was kneeling in front of him, seemed to be slaughtered.

In fact, Wen Xingze had already grasped the sword, and the strength was still in his hands. He didn't know whether he wanted to kill someone or kill himself.

But he finally stopped.

There are still thousands of murmurs in his mind, but amidst the suffocating pain, he sees a glimmer of clarity.

In fact, find 1 reasons to blame others. After all, it is yourself who has not done well.Whether it's to vent his anger or escape, that's what he clearly knows he doesn't want.

He knows what he doesn't want, what is good and what is bad, and what he likes.

Zhong Zijin has never understood his mental journey, Zhong Zijin's mind has always been on his sword, he has always been proud of himself, even if he is sad, he is also worried about swordsmanship, he will not understand Wen Xingze's humiliation, unwillingness and even despair.Even if he says hate now, Zhong Zijin may be sad and confused, but he will never be able to understand his feelings.So what's the point of his feelings?

Zhong Zijin has been holding his sword in his hand all the time. He has the persistence of a very stupid sword repairman. That sword can only be said to be okay, and it is by no means a good sword worthy of him. He also insists on using it. He was not allowed to do anything again, but he never let go even though his body was covered in bruises.

Wen Xingze understands why the elders like Zhong Zijin, he also likes that Zhong Zijin, and hopes that he will always be that kind of Zhong Zijin - it doesn't matter if he doesn't understand his own feelings, it doesn't matter if he thinks about the trivial things of his life and shelters him from the wind and rain .

After he learned to take responsibility, he learned not to vent his anger on others anymore. His growth was forced and full of resentment, but it was growth after all. Time smoothed all his pride and edges and made him a grown-up Now such a person.

He has no regrets, and he never complains now.

In those deep darkness, he closed his eyes.There are still many disgusting things wandering in his heart and mind, and many memories that he is not willing to touch are pierced into his body like a knife.But for the first time in this suffocating, negativity-filled darkness, he held the sword so firmly.Outside was a dark world full of wandering ghosts, and when he closed his eyes, he also fell into darkness.But in the endless night, there is still a little light.

It was the cold light of the blade.

There was no light in the darkness, but the blade of the sword reflected his heart.

He could feel the coldness of the sword, and his chaotic thoughts melted on his sword like falling snow, wiping them away.He slashed out with a sword, and his movements were a little slow—because every movement of his attack was also fed back to his body, adding pain to his body, but his sword was still firm and steady.

Under that cold light, those black shadows were torn apart one after another.

He split his heart barrier!

In the throbbing pain, Wen Xingze finally saw the night, the woods, the white tiger, and Zhong Zijin who was sweating profusely while leaning on his sword.

And even though he was in a mental block just now, his sword energy is still guarding around Zhong Zijin, not allowing anyone to attack.

"To spy on other people's past, your Excellency is probably someone from the valley." Wen Xingze looked at Baihu, "It's just that you can see the experience, but you may not be able to find out the heart."

That was a terrible opponent. He trapped him in the heart barrier without hurting him. Now even if he broke free, his heart was still full of chaos. The past and nightmares kept flashing in his mind, disturbing him almost unable to normal Thinking, his heart seemed to be crushed into a rough rag, and then pierced by Wan Jian.Compared with this ubiquitous pain and uncontrollable annoyance, the zhenqi that was blocked every inch is nothing at this moment.

Wen Xingze lowered his head slightly, and in those thoughts about death and the past, he slowly condensed his true energy on the edge of his sword, which was slowly dragged by him on the ground, with traces like meteors: "— - How could I hate him." When he said that, there was still a sigh-like ending.

The zhenqi in the world slowly gathered, condensed from the edge of Wen Xingze's sword to the body of the sword, and the handle of the sword to his hand. The orifices of his body were opened one by one, waiting for fusion.

Baihu recognized this posture, it was the appearance of a person about to meet a breakthrough, but he was not afraid at all.He seemed to have a plan in his mind, and even congealed his skills to attack Zhong Zijin.

In fact, soul formation is the period when spirit and soul unite. It should not be easily formed in front of others, because once it is interrupted, no matter whether it is seriously injured or died, it is a trivial matter. The demons invaded, and they lost themselves from then on, and their consciousness was swallowed by the demons.

This person let him move, and planned to attack Zhong Zijin, which was to force him to die!

However, no matter how clear Wen Xingze was, his movements did not stop.

His cultivation has long been able to form a soul, but he has been unwilling before—he is still hesitating in his heart whether he should turn into a Taoist cultivator. Before the soul and soul are connected and the aura is converted to his spiritual world, he still has a chance to turn into a Taoist cultivator. Daoxiu, if you want to change your path after you die, it will be difficult and dangerous.

He didn't have the heart and talent to be a swordsman, but he never knew where to turn his heart.

Wen Xingze pointed his sword at the white tiger, and countless true qi poured into his body. Countless memories of youth and present, time in Dongdao and adventurous years, filled his mind and overturned his heart.

Baihu's hands had gathered true energy, and he pushed towards Zhong Zijin, as if he was afraid that he would lose his mind and force him to divert his attention.

Wen Xingze was clear about his plan - this person actually didn't intend to hinder it!

Wen Xingze understands that the reason why he doesn't hinder is that he doesn't look down on himself at all. Breaking through is like hanging on a steel wire. The other party expects to disturb his mind when he breaks through halfway - it's better to ruin his life than to defeat him People are happy.

He knew everything in his heart, but he still stubbornly made this choice, as if he knew that it was better to ask someone to find Zhong Zijin alone than to ask someone to find him, or even hand it over to Mu Xinghe—he was sure and had a plan. Using flares to lure the other party to pay attention to oneself and divert the target, but also carries all kinds of risks. This series of actions is far inferior to acting with everyone.

He really doesn't look like a sword cultivator, but he grew up in the Yingzhou Sword Sect, and he still learned something about a sword cultivator—the aggressiveness of a sword cultivator, the recklessness of a sword cultivator, and the recklessness of a sword cultivator.

When necessary, he would rather put all his eggs in one basket and only believe in himself.

True Qi surged up, accompanied by his memories and his various emotions.

However, when the true energy was about to enter, there was a voice in my mind - that sounded like a white tiger's voice, cold and like watching a play, and also like Zhong Zijin's voice, confused and sincerely at a loss of.It was mixed with You Shaobei's voice and the voice of the master of Cangjiange Pavilion.

"I have no talent, and I can't even say that I like it. I will always stay in the stage of death after becoming a swordsman. How can I walk with them?"

Wen Xingze's whole body was originally filled with qi and blood, and the aura and true qi were converging in his body, but now his whole body was suddenly icy cold.

Everything is stiff, as if frozen.

Wen Xingze is willing to admit that he has no talent, and that he once hated Zhong Zijin, but he has been avoiding one thing unconsciously.

He doesn't like swords.

——He didn't dare to admit it, he didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that he didn't have the slightest love for swords, swordsmanship, and kendo.

Every sword cultivator he saw had an almost obsessive love for swords. Even Brother Xia who betrayed the Yingzhou Sword Sect, all he wanted was to comprehend a higher level of swordsmanship. One body, in the eyes of the heart, but a sword.All you want in life is nothing more than a sword.

But Wen Xingze is not. Not only is he not fanatical, but he also has no way to make up his mind to be with the sword for the rest of his life. He can't do it.

Without that kind of love, how can we go on such a long and lonely road of seeking?

The people of Yingzhou Sword Sect are very good, they are enthusiastic and pure, and they always walk towards the way of swordsmanship. Their swords entrust their blood, expectations, happiness and even pain, and entrust their lives.But for Wen Xingze, his kendo just started with his reluctance to admit defeat, and now that many years have passed, it is just a habit and a responsibility.

Such a him, why would he want to be by their side so self-righteously?

He does not love swords, nor does he love sorcery.Everything about him may just be that he knows what to do and he wants to do it.It is responsibility, it is self-awareness, but there is no love.

If he understands it, how will he face the elders who have placed his expectations on him, the younger generations who have admired him, and the partners who have walked with him all the way?

What Wen Xingze was afraid of was not lack of talent, nor lack of future.

Instead, he was afraid that he was not qualified to stand beside the people he loved.

He has been so reluctantly along the way, trembling and trying his best, but he is still afraid of tarnishing their swordsmanship.

The sea and the bright moon of the Yingzhou School, the unceasing sound of the swords of the Yingzhou School from morning to night, the long journey of the Yingzhou School to try the sword, the Yingzhou School's sword is still unsteady but proud of being a sword repairman Brothers of the Yingzhou School who can only tell stories about swordsmen, senior masters of the Yingzhou School who speak mysterious words all day long and whose eyes shine when they see a good sword, those big and small of the Yingzhou School Jian Chi, who sleeps with a sword in his arms every night, is obviously out of place in it, but he has been unwilling to leave.

Even saying that he is responsible is false, the world is so big, how can there be anything that must be done by him, Wen Xingze?

It was Wen Xingze who didn't want to leave those people. He probably knew in his heart that he didn't belong to them.

How greedy he is, he has nothing and wants everything, even if he puts in ten thousand efforts, what's the point?

Why do you still have to go on like this?Why pretend someone needs him?

Those guilts, embarrassments, unwillingness, despair, and humiliation seemed to surge up layer by layer, trying to overwhelm him.

The complicated emotions strangled his heart like black vines, making him almost breathless.

Then Wen Xingze heard Zhong Zijin's voice.

"Brother, go back...you don't need to decide your life for me when you can't make a choice," Zhong Zijin's voice was not as clear as before, with a lot of exhaustion and ten thousand weakness, but still firm , seriously, "I still have hope. You do too. Mu Xinghe should be fine—you go find him!"

The tide receded, leaving only a slight sound, and then everything gradually died down.

The surging true energy in his body also returned to his meridians.

For Zhong Zijin, his words are comfort and sacrifice.However, for Wen Xingze's state of mind at the time, wouldn't that not be driving away?Zhong Zijin would rather die than need him, or does he think that Mu Xinghe is more reliable now than himself who grew up with him?

Wen Xingze took a deep look at Zhong Zijin, then turned around.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

For the first time, he felt that the true energy was so cold, and the blood was surging in his heart.

Zhong Zijin leaned on his sword and stood up with difficulty. His panting sound was unexpectedly clear in this cold night, as if passing through the cold air and cold skin, and wanted to penetrate to the bottom of his heart.His hand holding the sword was already trembling, but he still stubbornly lifted it up. It was so difficult for him to move, and his breath was so weak, but he still insisted on not wanting to fall down. His brother left.

Wen Xingze has already walked out.He didn't say anything.

He walked into the vast night step by step, and his figure was like the vastness of night.

Baihu still looked at Wen Xingze.Wen Xingze's realm has not yet collapsed. If a person's breakthrough failed due to the impression of his state of mind, his realm should have collapsed and his true qi was disordered, but this person did not. There may be only one possibility. He has already been deeply rooted in demons.

It just so happens that provoking the demons is what people in the valley are best at. Even if Wen Xingze breaks through the barriers in his heart, he has planted the seeds of malice in his heart. Otherwise, how could he be so easily affected?

So Bai Hu smiled and said: "Of course you can leave, your junior brother was killed by me, where can you go back?"

When Baihu said the word "kill", Wen Xingze turned his head suddenly, and at that moment, even at night, he could see how his pupils constricted.

Then the white tiger saw two sword lights, the sea tide and the bright moon were entrusted in the sword lights, and they came towards him together with the momentum and the determination to never turn back.

He resisted subconsciously, and the sword light was broken by him, but at the same time it turned into countless blue sword blades, falling down one after another!

——That is completely the power of the soul-forming stage!

It was as if a string had broken in Baihu's mind - he understood a lot of things, that kid was already in the final stage of death, but he had been hiding it in some way, delaying time, telling him to relax his guard!

Originally at this moment, he still had a chance to resist, but in his astonishment, a sharp knife pierced his chest from his back.

That is also the sword of the Yingzhou School.

He opened his eyes wide, never expecting this to happen.

Zhong Zijin had completely lost his strength, staggered a few steps, and fell to the ground, his sword was still stuck on Baihu's body, but he didn't try to grab his sword anymore, but asked Wen Xingze in a daze: "...is that true? ?”

After that sword strike, Wen Xingze lost the pretense of all realms, his true energy rapidly weakened, and was constantly oscillating. He slowly leaned on a tree, sat down, and then pulled Zhong Zijin to his side with difficulty and slowly. around.

He patted Zhong Zijin on the head: "It's all true."

Zhong Zijin couldn't hold on any longer and lost consciousness.

Wen Xingze looked at the sky, and sighed: "...But the other things, what you thought before, are also true." Maybe Zhong Zijin couldn't hear it, or maybe he wouldn't understand it.

Wen Xingze still had enough energy, even though he seemed to be trapped in a sea of ​​swords and flames due to the backlash of his true energy and the turbulence of his heart, he still tried his best to support his will, guarding Zhong Zijin, and looking at the sky.

It's all true.It is true that I hate Zhong Zijin, feel humiliated, unwilling, and sad because of Zhong Zijin, but at this moment, he wants to protect Zhong Zijin, wants to take on the future of the Yingzhou faction, and wants to go on together no matter how reluctantly. .

Wen Xingze is not a good swordsman after all, a good swordsman should go straight and make a decision with one sword.However, Wen Xingze thought a lot, and his methods were not inferior to Daoxiu's. Facing an enemy whose strength was higher than his own, he had to use some twists and turns to win.That signal sign was not only for Zhong Zijin and Qinglong, but also for Mu Xinghe and others—to tell them to come here, to rescue them, or to kill them, everything can be done very quickly.

In fact, he has already been able to enter the final stage, but he has been unable to make a decision in his heart. When he came, he knew that Zhong Zijin might be more dangerous than good, and if he encountered an enemy, he would definitely not be able to find a chance to break through.He knew that Mu Xinghe had a secret method of concealing his true energy, he had learned it from him, and quickly learned and used it.

He understands that even if he is in the soul-forming stage, he has no chance of winning against the white tiger. Most of the time, the right time, the right place and the right people are needed to defeat the strong with the weak. If not, he will create it himself. Jiepo pretended to be disheartened and left, just to allow Baihu to think about the situation for a while, and to show a little gap, allowing him to use that move of the Yingzhou School's Absolute Sword.

He only has one chance, and he can only create one.

Absolute Sword Power is a move that gambles on one's life, and it is also a gamble on one's life that he looks for an opportunity in this moment.

In the last sword, Zhong Zijin understood what he meant, and Wen Xingze also understood what Zhong Zijin meant. No matter what he said or whether there was a gap, in fact, as long as they looked at each other, they could understand each other's next move. As opponents, they won the battle. The most hearty opponent, as a partner, is also the most tacit partner who can communicate without words.

They are swords that were released at the same time, the same style, the bright moon sinks into the west sea.The original Wen Xingze didn't know this trick, but Zhong Zijin knew it back then, so he must also know it.He said that he has grown up and doesn't compete, but he is still competitive in his heart, and he doesn't want to lose.Whether it's losing to Zhong Zijin, losing to himself, or even losing to fate, he doesn't want to.

Wen Xingze raised his hand slightly, in the moonless night, there was still a very dim light passing through his fingers.After all, he chose the path of sword cultivation. He knew that Zhong Zijin might cover him for the rest of his life like the shadow of the big tree behind him, but he also wanted to be like the big tree, covering Zhong Zijin, covering that and him. He was out of tune with the Yingzhou Sword School that he loved so deeply.

until the end of life.

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Thank you for the sweet landmines from Ayi’s family~ Long time no see -3-