Chapter 26
The Shen family's heirloom "Breaking Wind Art" is an evil martial art that cultivates ruthlessness and indifference, and all things in the world should be slaughtered.
The process of cultivation was extremely dangerous. Shen Cheng scraped away all worldly matters and eliminated all distracting thoughts. He had no resentment or hatred, no sadness or joy. Only then did he achieve the tenth level of accomplishment and look down upon the world.
Lu Shenxing carefully filtered the words of the system in his mind twice. It would be better to just call it the Jueqing Sword Technique or the Wuqing Sword Technique. Why call it the Pofeng Jue in a pretentious way? Otherwise, he would not have understood it only now.
"Why didn't you tell me this at the beginning?" Lu Shenxing felt depressed. If he had known this earlier, he would never have wasted his time.
As if knowing what Lu Shenxing was thinking, the system's voice rang out, "Ding, Mr. Lu, the mission world you chose yourself has been recorded and archived and cannot be deleted."
The implication is that even if you choose a pile of shit, you have to hold your nose and eat it.
That's the rules of the game.
Inexplicably feeling like he'd been tricked, Lu Shenxing's thoughts were in a mess. He looked up and asked Hua Bo, "How can I forget about love?"
Hua Bo stroked his beard and said, "Dust beads."
He added, "There are only two in the world. As far as I know, one was given to Princess Shangyue by the Emperor many years ago, and the remaining one is in the hands of the abbot of Taihe Temple."
Youlong Fort has the most meticulous intelligence network in the world. Lu Shenxing called the head of the Chifeng Hall who was in charge of this matter, and soon learned all the movements related to the Taihe Temple.
Just two days ago, the host died in an accident and the Dust Bead disappeared.
Death is a common occurrence these days, but it is unusual that it happens at this critical moment.
The atmosphere in the hall was heavy. Lu Shenxing leaned against the back of his chair, his profile hard and cold, and he exuded a gloomy aura. A sense of frustration arose spontaneously and gathered in his heart.
"I remembered something that happened a long time ago." Hua Bo took a sip of tea. "When I was young, I was playful and eavesdropped on the conversation between my master and several of my uncles. I heard someone, Shen Liu."
"Later, while traveling, I met the young master of Qiyi Pavilion, who was well-informed about worldly affairs. From him, I learned that Chen Liu was once the world's number one assassin, arrogant and cold-blooded. He had slain many souls. One day, someone found him dead by the river. His internal energy had been completely drained, leaving him a crippled man. Everyone in the martial arts world believed it was a vendetta."
"Once he was dead, those people took revenge and complained, venting their anger and humiliating his corpse." Hua Bo paused before saying, "I used to be puzzled as to who could have defeated him. Now I think it was worldly things and himself that put him to death."
Lu Shenxing swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth, "Even if I lose all my martial arts skills, I can't save him," and fell silent.
If you lose your martial arts skills, you will have to rely on fate to survive.
The people in Youlong Castle seem to be on the same boat, sharing honor and disgrace, but the loyalty of most of them is based on Shen Cheng's unrivaled skills.
Shen Cheng has killed too many people. If he becomes a disabled person, who knows how many people will rush to drink his blood, eat his flesh, and gnaw on his bones.
"Will the meridians really burst while the martial arts are being abolished?" Lu Shenxing still asked.
"It's inevitable." Hua Bo sighed, "Eleven, come back to the valley with me. The Valley Master and Ningxiang miss you very much."
"No." Lu Shenxing waved his hand, declining the kindness. He couldn't go anywhere now and could only stay here. He had been busy for more than three years, but in the end it was all in vain.
Hua Bo talked for a while, but seeing that Lu Shenxing had made up his mind, he shook his head and let it go.
Dark clouds rolled in, and the rain curtain poured down from the sky
Lu Shenxing squatted under the eaves, and the strong wind and rain came at him without mercy. He wiped the rain off his face and felt that he was just like the cup on the table.
The target was about to die before the mission was completed. It seemed that all his good luck was taken away by the dog.
Somehow, Lu Shenxing's mind flashed with the face of his Third Aunt. The Third Aunt's purpose in harming him was because of Shen Cheng. Then Shen Cheng silenced her in order to turn something into a secret...
Lu Shenxing suddenly stood up, his eyes frightening. A warm body pressed against his back. He pressed his hands on his waist and asked sternly, "Do you know?"
It was a random sentence, but Shen Cheng understood it. He remained calm and nodded, saying, "Life and death are determined by fate. We cannot force it."
The rain was getting heavier, and the sound of raindrops on the bluestone road was crisp. Lu Shenxing still listened to every word in his ears, and his face looked extremely ugly.
"There are too many temptations and too much suffering in this world." Shen Cheng's eyes flashed with tenderness, "Don't be afraid, I won't leave you alone."
Fuck! Lu Shenxing's mind was full of this word. He knew Shen Cheng was serious.
"222, I give up this volume."
"Ding, there's still 5% left to complete the task. Are you sure, Mr. Lu?"
"Just ignore me."
The corners of Lu Shenxing's lips curled up quickly. It was just a little bit short, so he might as well take a gamble.
What is that 5%? Lu Shenxing thought as he turned around, the wound on his forehead exposed to Shen Cheng's eyes. When he reacted, the person in front of him already had an expression of unbearable pain.
Lu Shenxing immediately adopted the method he used to appease his son Haha, patting Shen Cheng's head over and over again.
"Go put on your shoes, change your clothes, wash up, and eat."
The slanting rain soaked through his white inner clothes. Shen Cheng didn't move, his eyes were red.
Lu Shenxing pulled Shen Cheng back to the house, but those thoughts did not disappear with the cold.
After a series of deaths, there was no trace of anyone else in Cuizhu Garden except Lu Shenxing and Shen Cheng. The traces of Hua Bo's visit were still there. Shen Cheng noticed it, and he had a gloomy face and said nothing.
Lu Shenxing took off his wet clothes, and Shen Cheng went over to comb his hair with a comb.
"The other floating dust bead is in your hand." Lu Shenxing spoke suddenly, his tone affirmative.
"It's destroyed." The comb made a very soft sound from top to bottom. Shen Cheng's eyes turned cold. "There is no more dust in the world."
Lu Shenxing's lips trembled and he said in a sarcastic tone, "If you don't want to live, don't drag me with you!"
He put his lips close to the cheek of the person in his arms and pressed it hard. Shen Cheng lowered his eyelids, and a dark color surged in his eyes. He hated and even feared that kind of boring life, so he would rather destroy the Dust Pearl with his own hands and choose death than give up the warmth he had now.
His life and death is decided by him, and no one can take away his memory.
Lu Shenxing stepped back, his scalp aching. He changed his clothes and went to the kitchen to get something to eat.
Shen Cheng, who stayed where he was, took off a few strands of hair from the comb teeth, put them in his palm, arranged them, and put them away.
At night, Lu Shenxing reached out to touch something beside him in a daze, but found nothing. He woke up immediately and was startled by the dark shadow in front of the bed when he turned his head.
"Why don't you sleep?"
Shen Cheng brought the plate over, his voice clear of sleepiness, "Osmanthus sugar cake."
Quickly getting up, Lu Shenxing fumbled to light the lamp, and the room became brighter, bringing Shen Cheng's pale face and blood all over his body into his sight.
Shen Cheng pursed his lips, "Chicken blood."
"...Did the chicken offend you?" Lu Shenxing stopped checking.
Shen Cheng pinched a piece and handed it to Lu Shenxing's mouth, saying indifferently, "Noisy."
His nose was filled with fishy smell. Lu Shenxing opened his mouth and started eating. He was not surprised. If he continued like this, not only the chicken, but even the people would be covered in blood.
The plate was empty, Lu Shenxing was full, and Shen Cheng's lips curled up with satisfaction.
After falling asleep again, Shen Cheng leaned his head on Lu Shenxing's shoulder and whispered affectionately, "Ji Ji..."
Lu Shenxing irritably lifted the quilt and wrapped Shen Cheng in it, "You woke it up, go play with it."
In the blink of an eye, it was already late autumn. Shen Cheng no longer went out and often stayed close to Lu Shenxing, like a young cub who lacked a sense of security.
Lu Shenxing was no longer anxious and became calm.
If he wants to change Shen Cheng's fate, it is impossible for the other party to be neither sad nor happy, which is a contradiction in itself.
The only way to avoid it is to become a walking corpse, but Shen Cheng has had enough of that kind of life.
So even if he had the Floating Dust Pearl, Shen Cheng would forget about love and everything would return to the starting point, but he would still die in the sea of fire.
It's death anyway, it's an impossible task.
Then wait for death. Lu Shenxing crossed his legs and watched the sunset. Shen Cheng was looking at him. Dusk was approaching.
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