Chengqingwu danced in the black current, as if a black dragon was circling. Ai Ai, the steward, kept shouting: "Miss, my aunt, please don't use the boat to test the sword again. You still ran out secretly, wait until you come back, sir."

I will teach you a lesson."

Cheng Qingwu said angrily: "Cheng Qing Wu is in charge, Heiliu is not a sword, but a sword."

"It's obviously a sword." The steward muttered, "Even Heiliu's master, Lin Zhou, said it was a sword."

"I am the master of Heiliu, it is obviously a sword." Chengqingwu was full of energy and suddenly blinked: "I'll ask him!"

Running all the way over, Chengqingwu, who was dressed in a green skirt, looked as exquisite and beautiful as an elf, and crept into the house. Seeing Zuo Wuzhou sleeping deeply, there was a hint of slyness in her eyes: "When the steward didn't allow me to see his injuries, I

I just want to see it."

Lifting up the quilt gently, Cheng Qingwu was stunned. What she saw was a dense mass of scars. New and old wounds were intertwined with each other, making it extremely ferocious. The manager Cheng Qing didn't want her to see it, but he just didn't want to scare her.

Suddenly she let out a low cry, and there was some excitement in her eyes: "Who is he? With so many injuries, could he be a soldier? It doesn't look like that." She was afraid of harming her and vented like this, so she held her chin and said,

Blush!, "Maybe the state is not strong, otherwise how could it leave so many injuries."

Cheng Qingwu doesn't like to stay at home, but her father and mother don't allow her to run around and want her to be a good little lady, so she doesn't want to. She has heard many rumors and legends about soul monks, and they always make her feel...

Excited, she wanted to go out and explore like a real soul monk.

What she likes to do most is to listen to others tell the legendary stories of soul monks. She is determined to be a strange woman like Hong Xi and a great soul monk like Song Xihu.

"I am an assassin" was a faint voice. Zuo Wuzhou smiled, but for some reason, he just said the word "assassin".

Cheng Qingwu jumped up and patted her chest: "I was scared to death."

Suddenly he paused, his eyes shone, he was so excited that he jumped for joy: "You are an assassin, an assassin! I finally know the real assassin. Do you know, I have always felt that assassins are the most powerful. Just like this poem."

My favorite

"Crossing the sea drunk with a pot. Traveling in the rivers and lakes in life. The king of Kyushu, accompanying the hero on his journey. How many people are happy? Wear swords and swords. We have grudges. The woods are gone, and the huts are cold. The dynasties change, no matter where they are.

For the capital, he whips famous horses and drives long chariots."

"Are you thirsty? I'll pour you a glass of wine."

Zuo Wuzhou had no choice but: "I don't drink.

Cheng Qingwu turned a deaf ear and hurriedly ran to get some wine and came back: "How can there be an assassin who doesn't drink?"

"Okay, okay. Let me tell you." Zuo Wuzhou really regretted that he shouldn't have claimed to be an assassin if he had known earlier. But now he has invited Cheng Qingwu, and Jie Tian is pestering him to do it.

He tells the story of the assassin.

With only a few experiences as an assassin, coupled with Wu Jun's vision, it was easy to pretend to be an assassin. It was inevitable, and he was helpless, so Zuo Wuzhou had to make up Tianfang Night Pool every time.

Who would have thought that the story he made up would actually spread among the people a few years later and be turned into a book called "The Assassin's Biography". That's a digression.

While Cheng Qingwu was away, Zuo Wuzhou simply thought about the past.

Perhaps it was because he was lying down unable to move, but the more he thought about it, the more he understood it. Thinking about it carefully, there was no need to mention the Dongzong matter, he was indeed wrong about that matter.

However, when he thought about it more, he couldn't help but frown: "Come to think of it, some fights are actually not worth fighting. It's pointless. If it's a worthless fight, it's pointless. There's no point in lying down injured like me.

, a year and a half later, but it also delayed my normal cultivation."

Every day, when I think back calmly, I always have some insights and realizations. In the past, I was still a little angry. Some battles are necessary, and of course we have to fight. But some, but there are also no.

.

"With few against many." Zuo Wuzhou thought thoughtfully: "In Sanmiao City, I acted too violently and aroused public anger. There is nothing to be afraid of with few against many, but we still have to see if it is worth it."

"If I hadn't been too violent and killed too much, I think many people wouldn't have turned hostile." He realized something. He pondered: "Although I'm not afraid of them, this kind of thing is still a bit pointless. It seems that

, my past behavior was still a bit extreme."

"Teacher from the Soul Academy said that when things go to extremes, they will turn into opposites. I think this is the truth."

"In the past, I only thought that people in the world are either friends or enemies. In fact, there may be another kind of people." In the past, my thinking was still a bit too simple and clear. In this world, there are no black and white people and things.

"It's like Gu Yiyi. He is the husband of Chongyun Kingdom, and Chongyun Kingdom is determined to kill me.

Could it be that I am angry at Brother Gu because of this? There is absolutely no such reason. In this case, from my standpoint, I am white, the heavy clouds are black, and Brother Gu is caught in the middle, neither black nor white. Wouldn’t it be gray.”

Zuo Wuzhou was suddenly relieved.

Zuo Wuzhou laughed at himself: "I used to distinguish everything too clearly, either love or hate, friends or enemies. If I continue to think like this, if there is no battle between three and one, there will be four and nine. There will be no love.

There is also Dongcheng, Liuxi City and Liubeicheng.

He is only twenty-three years old. Even though he has seen a lot of the world and is mature in mind, his experience and experiences are not enough. Young people are naturally impulsive and passionate. How can he be as good as those who have lived for hundreds of years?

Compare.

This principle alone has made him ponder and comprehend it for a long time.

It should be noted that many twenty-three-year-old people still have the same minds as children and cannot withstand small blows and setbacks.

However, he has suffered many setbacks and painful blows in his life, and he has used them as training and motivation to fall down and get up many times. He has killed countless people, even if he recited the multiplication formula backwards.

In the Battle of Sanmiao, many people may think that Zuo Wuzhou was defeated.

However, from Zuo Wuzhou's point of view, he won this battle. He had already won by surviving, and he also gained many of the most important insights in life. It made his mind more mature and sophisticated, and made his will

Under tempering, it becomes even more refined.

These cannot be filled by cultivation.

This battle is the second most important battle in Zuo Wuzhou's life. Second only to the surrender battle in terms of importance!

Zuo Wuzhou had three battles in his life. The first battle lasted for ten years with the Fengwei Sect. The battle with his own tenacity could be said to be the most dangerous battle. It formed his most important character during the most important period of his life.

Unyielding fighting spirit and fighting spirit.

Joining the army to fight allowed him to truly embark on the path of soul cultivation, sharpen his will and character, and establish his soul cultivation style.

The Battle of Sanmiao was the most important turning point, pulling him back from the extremely dangerous tightrope and making him realize many truths.
Chapter completed!