Feng Yi's whole body suddenly shook violently, and he didn't know where a current of heat came from, hot and strong, running wildly along his meridians. This feeling was completely different from the first time the system instilled the Shenzhao Gong.

In an instant, Feng Yi felt extremely hot, as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest. This feeling really fits the saying "you can neither live nor die".

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling saw that Feng Yi, who was originally as elegant as a god, suddenly became painful and his face turned red as blood. There seemed to be flames flowing under his skin, and they could feel a heat even from a distance of several feet.

The two looked at each other and were about to go forward to check when they suddenly saw Feng Yi's body suddenly turned from a solid entity into nothingness, slowly dissipating in front of their eyes, without a trace.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling were stunned and stood there with their mouths open, speechless.

After a long while, the two finally came to their senses!

Unbelievable!

It was simply incredible! Not only was Feng Yi unaware of this incident, but it also caused a radical change in the perception of the Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty! They even suspected that Feng Yi was really a god, and the one who met them was just a phantom, who now gave them some instructions and then returned to heaven.

Once they had this idea, their confidence became even stronger as they looked at the secret of immortality in their hands.

Even the gods said that they had realized a little mystery from the secret of longevity, and that they had realized it thoroughly...

Kou Zhong thought, could this be destiny? In this chaotic world, who else can be the supreme ruler? Xu Ziling wondered if he would have the chance to ascend to heaven.

…

Feng Yi felt as if he was on fire because of this sudden infusion of true energy. Then he felt as if he was flying up, falling into clouds and mist, and finally lost consciousness.

I don't know how much time had passed, but the sound of a huqin rang in my ears.

Feng Yi opened his eyes, and what came into view was a solitary lamp, a person, a desk, and a pot of wine on the desk.

Feng Yi's eyes turned from hazy to focused.

But the man was thin, dressed in a blue shirt, with gray hair and beard, and a square scarf on his head. He looked haggard, with his eyes closed. He held a zither in his left hand and a bow in his right hand.

His clothes were washed so much that they looked pale from green. The sound of his piano was sad and desolate, and he looked haggard.

But Feng Yi saw that he had a clear, elegant and gloomy demeanor, and the bowstring of his huqin was like a sword.

A sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

Although he looked gloomy and lonely, he was also filled with a sense of coldness and solemnity.

Moreover, his fingers were so nimble and agile when they bent and stretched, as if they were about to fly out of his palm, but between each movement, he was extremely steady.

If such a person wields a sword, it will be as fast as lightning and as quick as the wind.

As soon as Feng Yi had this feeling, a sense of crisis suddenly surged in his heart. This was a master. He immediately adjusted his internal energy and checked his body.

After all, the dog system has a saying that it will never do something more than three times, which made Feng Yi wonder if he would be beaten back to his original form again.

Fortunately, Feng Yi's internal energy circulation was still unobstructed, and it was no different from the Tianlong world. When he touched his body, there was no defect.

What happened? Is my memory wrong?

I have never been to the Tang Dynasty? Just as the thought came to my mind, a cold wind blew in, and the candlelight flickered, making a rustling sound.

Feng Yi looked up and saw that it was a boat awning, which meant that he was on a boat.

Could it be that I have traveled through time again?

Feng Yi asked directly: "Where is this?"

"Xiangjiang River."

The old man's tone was bitter, monotonous and deep, and there was no pause in the playing of the erhu in his hand.

Feng Yi's body trembled, as expected.

He didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

He is in the Tang Dynasty world, near Yangzhou.

This Xiangjiang River is in Hunan. What other explanation could there be except that it was a journey through time again? Outside the window, raindrops the size of soybeans fell from the sky. Between heaven and earth, there was a vast expanse of space. Feng Yi felt that his mind was empty. The old man's bowstring moved back and forth, and the sound of the zither became more and more sad.

Feng Yi felt that he was quite sad. He seemed to possess the power that others yearned for, but he couldn't even decide where to go, let alone live the life he wanted.

To be fair, Feng Yi's fate was such that he didn't deserve any sympathy at all.

After all, everything he has is given by the system.

This definitely does not mean that the Shenzhaogong and Xuedaojing internal forces that were once instilled in him by the system have been wasted. Everything that came after was the result of his own hard work.

It’s like Feng Yi makes a person who has nothing become the richest person in the world and makes him do things according to your wishes.

But he relied on this money to marry the beauty he loved and gained social status. Even the emperor of a country dared not speak disrespectfully to him, and no one in the world could ignore him.

But he felt that he had grown too independent and should change the way he lived his life.

If he returns the money to you, we'll be even and you can let him go solo.

I'm afraid this is something no one can accept.

Feng Yi would never accept it! Because with his ability, it was impossible for him to become the richest man in the world when he had nothing.

Feng Yi is now as determined as a rock, and he is a top figure in the world. Naturally, he has his own ideas, but now he is a little discouraged.

It's too difficult! No matter how many ideas he has or how hard he tries, the system is always the boss.

If Feng Yi was still the office worker who struggled for three meals a day in his previous life, he might not have such worries.

Because it is impossible for people to ignore everything and do whatever they want.

But now Feng Yi, with his magical skills and wealth, can do whatever he wants! If he still bows down for a few pieces of silver like before, wouldn't his martial arts training be in vain? But the fact is that in the system, he is still a younger brother.

The more Feng Yi thought about it, the sadder he became. At this moment, the old man finished playing a song. The sound of the erhu was lingering and lingering, and the rain became lighter, dripping.

The old man stood up and walked out of the cabin.

Feng Yi let out a long breath and walked out. Looking into the distance, he saw the morning rain falling and the mist was hazy.

Neither of them spoke, both were in a daze.

The two figures were looming in the rain and fog.

Feng Yi suddenly laughed, thinking of a covered boat, a solitary lamp, a pot of muddy wine, and being helpless. There was really no other way to describe it except loneliness. He sighed and said, "The old man is a master of the zither. This scene is really in line with the phrase "sad and beautiful". May I ask your name?"

"You're too kind!" The old man sighed and said casually, "Why do we have to know each other before we meet?" His figure floated, and he was already several feet away, landing on the river bank.

The sound of the erhu began to sound again, singing: "Sigh, the Yang family, who are loyal, support and protect the Song Dynasty..." The voice was drawn out and the sound was very desolate.

The old man suddenly left. Feng Yi was a little puzzled and asked, "Did you save me, old man?"

The old man said, "No!" He played the erhu and walked away. Even though he was a long way away, the singing could still be heard from afar.

Feng Yi stared at the man as if he had never seen him before. It was so weird!

Feng Yi said again: "Boatman!"

"Hey!" The boatman responded loudly, "What do you want, sir?"

"How did I get on this ship?"

"You were drifting down the river, and it was that old man who fished you out."

Feng Yi watched the old man's lonely figure slowly disappear into the twilight, echoing the mournful sound of the piano, desolate and sad.

He saved himself, from beginning to end, without any questions or concern, as if he had done nothing and just left quietly.

This innate and unpretentious eccentricity has its own awe-inspiring power.

The cabin is lonely.

Alone and alone.

Feng Yi felt as if he had swallowed a large glass of ice water in June. He felt a chill that penetrated his bones from head to toe, an incredibly cold feeling.

A feeling of despair and loneliness filled my body.

Feng Yi suddenly felt that the meaning of his existence did not lie in his passion, nor in upholding justice, distinguishing right from wrong, and acting according to his heart.

I can only become an executioner who kills for the sake of killing.

Because now he has nothing except his martial arts.

What you think is not important at all.

The so-called martial arts masters and powerful immortals are nothing but playthings in front of the system.

He couldn't get away with it at all.

The saying "three times the limit" is simply because it is stronger than yourself.

It can abandon him to this world without asking for his will, making him unable to see the people close to him.

Then he is better than others, so why should he ask for their opinions?

From now on, I, Feng Yi, will be a walking corpse who goes wherever I want, plays wherever I want, and kills wherever I want. Perhaps this is the happiness that I should enjoy.

Fuck justice, right and wrong.

I will kill whoever I want to kill! Anyone who is more capable than me, just kill me and end it all! Feng Yi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly looked up at the setting sun. His eyes seemed to have been captured by the shining golden light, and they half-closed their eyes. He said, "Let's go crazy together and die!"

He flicked his sleeves and left the boat.

…

early morning.

In Hengyang city, the spring rain had just passed and few shops were open for business, but there were already quite a few people in Huiyan Tower.

Although Yanlou is the largest and best restaurant in the city, there shouldn't be so many people here so early in the morning.

This is because the retirement ceremony of Liu Zhengfeng, the third master of Hengshan School, is about to be held in Hengshan City.

The neighboring city of Hengyang is also very bustling, so Huiyan Tower's business is already very good early in the morning.

Of course, the guests are also different. There are eight tables in the hall on the second floor, and four of them are already occupied. They are all people from the martial arts world, and all of them are famous figures in the martial arts world today and have extraordinary martial arts skills.

It seems that something earth-shattering is about to happen in this world.

In fact, the incident was earth-shattering enough.

Two men and a woman were sitting at a table.

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A man wearing a gray robe, with broad shoulders and a thin waist, pale face and blood all over his body, looked to be in his twenties, with long and strong fingers, such hands were very suitable for holding a sword.

He also had a sword hanging from his waist.

The man sitting opposite him was wearing gorgeous and expensive clothes, which looked very expensive. He also had a knife hanging on his waist.

But the strangest thing is that there is a nun next to the two of them.

The nun was beautiful and radiant, with traces of tears on her face. I felt so sorry for her.

Because the young man covered in blood was Linghu Chong, the first disciple of Huashan Sect. Not to mention that his mentor was the leader of Huashan Sect, Yue Buqun, the "Gentleman Sword", who was famous in the martial arts world.

Even he himself is unmatched among the younger generation in the entire martial arts world. Even the older generation of masters know the name Linghu Chong, which shows how extraordinary he is.

And this man in brocade clothes is none other than Tian Boguang, the "Walker of Thousands of Miles Alone" who is well-known in the martial arts world!

Although he is a rapist and a licentious thief, his sharp sword skills and light Kung Fu make many upright heroes helpless.

As for this nun, she is Yilin, a disciple of Beiyue Hengshan School.

She had come with her master to attend Liu Zhengfeng's hand-washing meeting, but was abducted by Tian Boguang. Linghu Chong bravely stepped forward and fought with Tian Boguang, but although he ruined Tian Boguang's plan, he also got himself covered in scars, and failed to rescue Yi Lin. He had to follow her to Huiyan Tower and confront Tian Boguang again.

There was a tall and mighty monk sitting at another table. His table was full of chicken, duck, fish and meat. He was drinking from big bowls. It was obvious at first glance that he was a wine-drinking and meat-loving monk. He was Yilin's father, Monk Bujie.

It is so ridiculous for a monk to give birth to a nun.

Of course, what is even more ridiculous is that the nun’s mother was also a nun, and the monk father did not know that the little nun was his daughter, and he enjoyed watching the fun.

There were several Taoists sitting at the other table. They were from the Taishan Sect, including the younger brothers and disciples of the Sect Leader, Taoist Tianmen.

In the far corner, there were an old man and a young man sitting. The old man looked to be over sixty years old and was very thin. The young woman was a girl who looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old. She was very pretty, with fair skin and lively eyes.

These are the guardian elder Qu Yang and his granddaughter Qu Feiyan of the Sun Moon Sect.

But no one else knows the identities of these people except himself, so they can only watch the fun here.

At this time, Linghu Chong said, "Brother Tian, ​​although your Qinggong is unrivaled in the world, if you encounter bad luck, no matter how high your Qinggong is, you can't escape it."

Tian Boguang glanced at Yilin, shook his head and said, "I, Tian Boguang, walk alone and roam the world. How can I care so much? As for this little nun, we have already met her, so let her stay here with me."

This was the first time that Tian Boguang had revealed his name in front of everyone. As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a clang. A young man at the next Taoist table drew his sword and rushed to Tian Boguang, shouting, "Are you Tian Boguang?"

This young man was none other than Chi Baicheng, a disciple of Tianmen Zhenren, the leader of Taishan Sect.

Let alone Chi Baicheng, with Tian Boguang's martial arts, there are few people in this world who are worthy of fear, not even the Taoist priest of Tianmen.

Tian Boguang chuckled and said disdainfully, "What?"

Chi Baicheng was about to thrust his sword out, but suddenly his hand paused.

Because right now.

"Thump, thump, thump."

There was the sound of a person walking up the stairs.

Everyone frowned, even Tian Boguang, who was ready to send Chi Baicheng to heaven as soon as he drew his sword, looked towards the stairs.

At this critical juncture, a fight is about to break out, so no one dares to ignore it.

It was because they all felt vaguely that this man's footsteps were stepping on their own heartbeats, as if if he stepped a little harder, he would be able to burst their hearts.

So everyone is very curious.

I saw a young man coming up the stairs, about twenty years old, with broad shoulders and a thin waist, sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. He was wearing a long green gown that was cut very close to his body and was wrinkled.

The white jade crown on his head looked very valuable, and his hair was messy and fluffy. A strand of scattered white hair fell to his ear, giving people an inexplicably evil feeling.

Everyone saw that he was dressed like a young man from a wealthy family, but his unkempt appearance made him look like a gangster.

He walked to an empty table and sat down, calling out, "Waiter, bring us some good wine, chicken, duck, fish and meat."

Linghu Chong laughed and said, "So this brother is also a fellow traveler!"

Feng Yi turned around, and the moment their eyes met, Linghu Chong felt his heart go empty. Feng Yi glanced at everyone in the hall, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he smiled, "You all came quite early?"

He was already one of the rare handsome men in the world, and with his extraordinary martial arts skills and long experience in the martial arts world, the aura that he possessed was an indescribable charm to women.

Yilin's face immediately turned red, her heart beat fast, and she didn't dare to look at him.

Qu Feiyan also felt that he was so kind and natural, just like the current season, making people feel very comfortable. Seeing Yi Lin lower her head, she also giggled.

But Yilin's pretty face turned red, and Tian Boguang was stunned.

Linghu Chong thought to himself, this silly girl dares to act like a little girl, don't you know that there is a hungry wolf eyeing you, a little sheep? Linghu Chong said: "It is fate that we meet, I will treat you with this half jar of girl's red wine!" After saying that, he threw the jar of wine in front of him to Feng Yi.

Feng Yi's face is that of a young man, but it is definitely not an ordinary young man's face. As for how it is different from that of ordinary people, Linghu Chong couldn't tell for a moment.

He just felt that this person had some kind of extraordinary temperament. How many vicissitudes of life were hidden in that deep gaze? How many vicissitudes of life did that flowing white hair represent?

What was even more gratifying was that the man easily caught the jar of wine he had handed over, without spilling a single drop of the wine. Linghu Chong exclaimed in praise, "Great skill!"

Feng Yi held the jar with both hands and drank it up.

He was now filled with sorrow and sadness. Only when he drank in big gulps and felt the burning sensation rushing through his throat and into his lungs did he feel like a real person.

What happens to you is not an illusion or delusion.

So he kept drinking it in one breath.

Everyone saw that his neck was tilted back with his arms wide open. Tian Boguang thought to himself that any move would kill him in an instant, so there was nothing to worry about and he was just overthinking it.

Feng Yi drank the half jar of Nv'erhong in one go, his eyes wide open, his body leaning on the table, muttering, "What a fucking pleasure!"

Everyone thought: "So this is a drunkard!"

Only Linghu Chong felt that it was very appropriate and said with a smile: "Brother, you have a good alcohol tolerance. How should I address you?"

"Why do we have to know each other before we meet?" Feng Yi said with sleepy eyes.

Tian Boguang laughed and said, "What a wonderful meeting. Why do we have to know each other before? Judging from your drinking capacity, you are a real man. I, Tian Boguang, offer you a bowl of wine."

Feng Yi glanced drunkenly and said, "If you can drink well, you are a man?"

Tian Boguang was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether he should draw his sword and kill this ungrateful drunkard. With a gleam in his eyes, he said, "Do you think I am not worthy of toasting you?"

Feng Yi said vaguely: "You'd better not toast me. Eat more, and I'll eat some too, so that I don't kill you and affect your appetite. You still feel that you've lost out and die with your eyes open. Isn't that the greatest pain in life?" He laughed wildly, slapped the table, and shouted: "Waiter, where's my wine!"

"Bang!" Tian Boguang's face also changed color. He slammed his palm on the table and sneered: "A lot of people want to kill me? You try it!"

Feng Yi suddenly waved his sleeves, and everyone heard a light sound, as if pearls fell and jade shattered. Tian Boguang's body shrank under the table like a puddle of mud.

Everyone couldn't help but be surprised.

Yi Lin and Qu Feiyan screamed in surprise. Before they finished screaming, Feng Yi leaned over the table and muttered, "I tried it, what happened..." He seemed to have not moved at all and had actually started snoring.

Tian Boguang felt that all the bones in his body were broken, and the most terrifying thing was that his internal organs seemed to be placed in an ice cellar. He knew that he was not going to survive.

But he never expected that there could be someone in this world with such high martial arts skills!

How could he meet him again? Linghu Chong and Chi Baicheng were extremely surprised. They went forward to take a look and saw that Tian Boguang was barely breathing and his face was as pale as paper. Linghu Chong checked and found that not only was his body icy cold, but his body was also as soft as cotton, and his limbs seemed to have been shattered.

He did not die immediately. His hair, eyebrows and beard were all covered with a layer of frost, which was spreading rapidly. Tian Boguang's body was soon covered with a layer of frost.

Similar cold and powerful skills like the ability to turn water into ice are not uncommon in the martial arts world, and are not unheard of. It is not too rare.

But to beat a master like Tian Boguang like this with just one blow really tests one's skills.

Naturally, everyone is wondering, who is this drunkard?

Where did you come from?

Did the famous Tian Boguang just die like this? From beginning to end, the man who made the move did not move his buttocks, let alone look at him. Such a style of behavior is simply a madman! Even Qu Yang, the elder of the Sun and Moon Sect, immediately flashed a name in his mind: "Dongfang Bubai!"

certainly……

(End of this chapter)