"If you are greedy, then the calamity of greed will arise. If you are obsessed with lust, then the calamity of love will come. A cultivator cultivates his mind, and everything he goes through is for the purpose of transcendence. If he cannot see through the mundane world, he cannot comprehend the way to immortality."
The elegant man spoke very carefully. Judging from his appearance, he had almost nothing to do with the heavenly tribulation, but Chen Luo sensed a familiar aura from him. This aura was exactly what he encountered when he rushed into the tribulation cloud and snatched the lightning pattern from it.
"The lightning pattern that was stolen back then, couldn't it be his?"
"Have you chosen yet?"
The elegant man's gaze fell on Chen Luo again, and the seven small balls that had flown out of his hands before also floated in front of Chen Luo.
Seven small balls, seven colors.
Represents seven kinds of disasters.
“Just choose.”
Chen Luo raised his hand, ready to choose the first ball representing "joy". When his palm was about to touch the ball, he stopped again. His mind involuntarily recalled the scene he saw in the tomb when he borrowed Brother Changqing's cushion.
The hatred of forging swords.
There is also a sword technique that represents "hate".
"It."
The palm passed over the first six balls and landed on the last ball representing hatred.
This scene surprised the elegant man, and he couldn't help but look up at Chen Luo. After seeing that there was no change in his expression, he waved his hand to put away the remaining six balls, and then said with a smile.
"Then start with 'hate'."
He raised his hand and wrote a big word "hate" on the table with the brush in his hand.
The small ball representing "hate" suddenly flew out of his hand and landed on the calligraphy and painting. The two merged together, and the surrounding scene gradually blurred. A feeling of rising clear air came over him, and when Chen Luo focused his eyes again, he found that he had appeared in the clouds, and his body had become translucent.
Seven auras of different colors flew out from his body, one of which merged with the flying word "hate" and turned into a chess piece that fell into the hands of the elegant man.
"No regrets in making a move."
Then he raised his hand, grabbed the chess piece and dropped it.
There was a severe drought that year.
A meteor streaked across the sky and fell into the southwest.
Chen Luo looked over, and a strange feeling came over him. He subconsciously raised his hand and found that he also had an extra chess piece in his hand, a brand new "white chess piece", which contained no "hatred", only his "Tao".
'It's your turn.'
The elegant man looked at Chen Luo.
A square table had appeared in the area between the two of them at some point. The tabletop was blank, with a black chess piece in the middle, and four words next to it.
'A disaster has fallen from the sky.'
Chen Luo thought for a moment, picked up the white chess piece and placed it next to the black chess piece.
'This is not your fate.'
Different words appeared next to the white pieces.
The official road under the setting sun was particularly desolate, and the old carriage was moving slowly. Chen Hen woke up from his deep sleep, and he felt dizzy and a little painful at the back of his head, as if he had been hit by a club. His body was constantly shaking, and the sound of the wooden wheels creaking could be heard from time to time.
"Brother, are you awake?"
A surprised voice came to my ears, and a strange girl came into my sight. The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with concern written all over her face, a few strands of black hair falling down, and a look of surprise hiding an unconcealable tiredness.
"water"
Chen Hen originally wanted to ask for some other information, but when the words came to his lips, they turned into just one word.
The body's instinct.
This body is extremely weak, so weak that it has difficulty even speaking.
The girl immediately picked up the kettle beside her and carefully fed him a mouthful. The cold liquid slid down his throat, which slightly relieved the symptoms, but his body was still extremely weak and he couldn't even complete the simple action of sitting up.
"The Peace Inn is just ahead. We'll stay there tonight."
A man's voice came from outside, and the curtain was lifted, revealing the face of a middle-aged man. When he saw the two people in the car, his eyes stayed for a moment, especially when he looked at the sister, he stayed a little longer.
"Uncle Zhao, didn't we agree to stay in Changlefang?"
When she saw the man's face, the girl's expression changed slightly, but quickly disappeared.
"It's dangerous to travel at night. It's better to stay at the inn first and then continue on the journey after dawn tomorrow."
The middle-aged man spoke words of advice, but his tone was unquestionable.
"Besides, you have seen the young master's condition. If we continue to delay, I am afraid he will not be able to hold on."
The girl wanted to say something else, but after hearing these words, she could only sigh and choose to agree.
The carriage continued to move forward.
The girl's face was full of worry. Chen Hen wanted to say something to her, but he was too weak and fell asleep again. He didn't know how long it had been before he was awakened by thirst.
He found himself lying in a strange inn.
Both the girl and the driver disappeared.
Chen Hen struggled to get up, and an unprecedented feeling of weakness surged into his heart.
His body felt like it was filled with lead, and it was difficult to even move. With just a few simple movements, his body felt like it was being pricked by needles, and it was burning with pain. Just raising his hand exhausted all his strength, and at this moment, he heard the sound of two people talking outside.
He remembered these two voices.
The female voice was the girl who had rescued him before, and was the sister of this body. The other person was the coachman who had driven the carriage before, and was also the butler.
"Miss, I'm sorry."
"Uncle Zhao, I really didn't expect that even you would betray our Chen family."
".I have family too."
After a moment of silence, neither of them spoke again.
Bang!
The body that was struggling to move bumped into the teapot on the table. The shaking teapot fell, rolled off the table, and hit the ground with a crisp sound. Broken porcelain pieces flew everywhere, and the scattered tea flowed all over the floor.
squeak!
The door was pushed open, and the girl and the butler rushed in at the same time. The girl's face was full of anxiety, and the butler's face was full of disgust.
"Brother! How did you get up? Are you okay?"
The girl hurriedly picked up Chen Hen who had rolled down to the side of the table leg.
"If there's nothing else, I'll go back and rest first. We have to travel tomorrow morning." The butler glanced at the two of them and then retreated without any intention of helping.
The girl took great effort to help Chen Hen back to the bed, then picked up the medicine gourd on her body and fed Chen Hen another mouthful. This time Chen Hen drank it. The gourd contained medicine, and the cold and sweet medicine could relieve his symptoms.
"I'm fine."
Chen Hen spoke with difficulty. He recalled his previous experiences and the great changes that had taken place in his family.
He is the eldest son of the Chen family. His father is a famous martial artist. His sister is Chen Yuan, who is two years older than him. He also has a gentle and virtuous mother. His family is happy and he doesn't have to worry about his life.
Until three months ago.
My father's junior fellow apprentice Ma Kun fled to our home. Out of chivalry, my father Chen Zhenghe took Ma Kun in and even helped him find a doctor.
Originally, there was nothing wrong with all this. It was very common to rescue people in emergencies, not to mention that the person being rescued was a fellow disciple.
But no one expected that Ma Kun's troubles were far beyond imagination. He had an affair with the Demon Sect's master's wife and stole the Demon Sect's treasure, the Demon Relic, which attracted the entire Demon Sect's masters to hunt him down. After escaping to the Chen family, Ma Kun stayed there for only one night and left without saying goodbye the next day. Within two days, the news spread everywhere.
The southwestern hero Chen Zhenghe stole the magic relics and the magic scriptures from Ma Kun.
No one believed the rumor at first, until Ma Kun personally showed up to explain the matter. Then the Chen family, which had originally stayed out of the matter, was immediately drawn into the vortex.
People in the underworld never care about evidence when they do things. They will take action as long as they have suspicion.
One night three days ago, a master of the Demonic Sect invaded the Chen family.
That night, the blood moon was high in the sky.
The brother and sister escaped only because of their mother's desperate protection. During the escape, Chen Hen was hit by the heart-eating palm of a black-hearted old man, which led to his current fate.
".You should have a good rest. If you have any problems, remember to call me. Don't try to be stubborn on your own."
I heard my sister Chen Yuan's concerned voice.
Chen Hen nodded woodenly. He had already figured out the current situation. He stared at the roof woodenly, his mind was empty, and he vaguely felt as if he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember what it was.
I fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up again, it was already the next afternoon. I was still in the shaking carriage, but the difference was that the person driving was different.
Chen Yuan was sitting in the front driving the carriage. Her movements were very clumsy and it was obvious that she had just learned them not long ago. This elder sister who had only learned the arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting since childhood took on the responsibility of taking care of her younger brother Chen Hen. Chen Hen struggled to sit up, his body still burning with pain and his whole body limp. The palm of the black-hearted old man cut off his meridians, making him extremely weak.
"woke up?"
Hearing the noise behind, Chen Yuan hurriedly stopped the carriage, took the gourd from her waist and fed Chen Hen another sip of medicine.
"Where is this place? Where is Zhao Kun?"
After drinking the medicine, the soreness and weakness dissipated a lot. Although he couldn't move freely, he could speak. Chen Hen looked at his sister Chen Yuan's scarred hands and felt full of self-blame. These rough jobs were originally done by him, but unfortunately he was severely injured. Now, let alone driving, he couldn't even move freely.
"This is Beiyue Country. Uncle Zhao has some things to do at home, so I'll go back first."
Chen Yuan said this briefly and then passed on the topic. After comforting her little brother, she returned to the front seat and continued driving.
Chen Hen lay in the middle of the carriage, feeling uneasy.
Heaven.
The elegant man raised his hand again, and another ray of calamity appeared in his hand, forming a black vortex around the black chess piece. A ray of "hate and desire" flew out of Chen Luo's body again, and the aura merged with the black chess piece, and the vortex disappeared.
With a 'click' sound, the chess piece fell on it again.
Second son.
Hatred is hard to dispel. (End of this chapter)
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