Chapter 440 The Destruction of the Past

Perhaps because of being too devoted, Lin Qian finally fell to the same level as the demon god. Even though she was drunk, her hands and feet were still moving, as if she was still dancing in her dreams. Her behavior was very strange and her style was extremely perverse. Yin'er was worried when she watched from the side, and she hated the sword score to the core. She blamed her for being forced to make Lin Qian obsessed with it. Occai occasionally walked to her side and smiled to her ears and said: Your Highness, the Demon God, didn't discipline her son well for this sword score, did you think Lin Qian also neglect you for this sword score? She was so shocked that Yin'er still felt dissatisfied. Yes, for a few days, Qian seemed to be studying sword techniques except drinking, and she really put reality aside, not as if she was pretending, as if she really forgot his past, including himself...

In fact, it is not a good thing to be transferred to interest. At least, Qian can forget the ruthless anti-Jin alliance while drunk and lost his memory... Yin'er understood that the reason why Qian used the fine wine named Sanliangtu and a sword named rotten iron in his hand to commemorate his former name Lin Qian must be because Qian knew that the Allies would not look back. No matter what the cause of the whole incident, whether the two sides had misunderstandings, after this great change, those beautiful days and pure ideals were finally declared to be gone forever. From then on, whether Qian was the leader of the Demon Sect or not, it would have nothing to do with the Allies.

Yin'er sighed: The Demon City, the Cave of Cunning Rabbit, and the Cliff Three Battles, the Allied forces invaded the rebellion, and the two armies outside the Nongyunjing faced each other, Qian was the culprit. Both sides were very wrong. Even if Qian wanted to go back, he would not have the confidence to go back - not to mention that the Allied forces did so badly, it was impossible for individuals to take the initiative to go back! Yin'er thought that since that alliance would rather believe the words of villains, and would rather blame them without distinction, even if she forced herself to go back, she asked herself that she had no level to lead them!

What should I do if I leave the alliance, or be abandoned by the alliance? I don’t give up? Don’t regret it? I can’t bear it? I don’t accept it? I might as well be shameless. The anti-Jin, responsibility and mission are all taught by Master Yunlan. The various things in front of me and the paths I will go in the future, and the master has never taught me, which does not mean that I can’t do it! Qian can throw away his burden, sense of responsibility and even conscience, but he can’t lose his stubbornness. Yin'er can also throw away everything, and he is determined not to turn back, and he has given up his old friendship with ruthlessness. "Let me let tomorrow and kill yesterday..." Yin'er decided to make up that after tonight, living in Qianling Peak seclusion is no longer an ideal, but a close place. The only thing she and Qian are about to do next, the goal she and Qian are about to achieve.

In fact, Lin Meicai's several guidance has reduced Yin'er's guilt a lot. In the past few days, in order to avoid being possessed by the devil, Yin'er has not tried to break the sword score. He was bored in his spare time, Yin'er could only look at Lin Qian's face and imagine how to spend a future with him without war, mission, and burden. These are all things Yin'er never thought about before, including men farming and women weaving, pastoral landscapes, wind, flowers, snow and moon, all the leisurely and leisurely life. Yin'er's great ideals and ambitions were all thrown out of the sky. He no longer studied how to dance with swords and guns, but instead focused on thinking about how to become a gentle woman and live the most ordinary and ordinary life with Qian. Perhaps all of them were influenced by the Demon Sect, Yin'er's whole heart became more and more rebellious.

I have to replace the golden swords and iron horses with returning home. In fact, there is really no one who belongs to a purely mission or a life that is not suitable for. In the days of seclusion, Qian and Yin'er will not be unacceptable or unable to live. If you live like that, you should have new opportunities, which may be the same richness. As long as you get used to it, it will be fine.

Just as Yin'er was thinking about it, Qian woke up from drunkenness. When it was a ugliness, the wind and clouds were in chaos. Qian was in a daze. Looking out the windows, all the scenery was visible. Clouds came out, clouds gathered, clouds rolled, clouds fought, arrogant, ferocious, crazy, distorted, everything that belonged to him Lin Qian was in it. How could he not feel familiar? Those moves that were difficult to distinguish between reality and reality swung through the sight and were fleeting. Qian couldn't help but want to grab them. Yin'er was stunned and was stopped by Lin Meicai. He heard her say, "Drunk moves to draw cloud feet."

Yin'er was shocked, yes, the old scene was repeated again, why didn't you think of it before? This set of swordsmanship was created by the demon god after working hard for countless days and nights, under a situation where "drunk and die, drunk again after death". I'm afraid only those who are drunk and dreaming can experience the wonderfulness!

At this moment, Qian is probably in a state of auditory hallucination and vision - the farther away from reality, the closer it is to dreams. Since the knife mark is in the dream, only drunk people can see clearly!

Broken copper and iron, chasing the clouds, moving with the clouds, following the clouds, fighting with the clouds, Lin Meicai and Yin'er were both focused and watched with concentration. After a long time, they didn't know whether everything in front of them was a cloud or a knife! They only knew that those soul-stirring magnificence and turmoil were no longer exclusive to the thick cloud well, but were completely squandered in the sword of the Lin Qian...

"His knife, how many people in the world..." Lin Meicai was stunned and was amazed. I don't know if it was too much to be impressed or dissatisfied.

The ups and downs, fighting each other, the surging and boiling of the deep cloud well lasted for less than two hours in total. As soon as the hour of Mao approached, the war suddenly ceased. In several windows, almost at the same time, the clouds scattered, the clouds scattered, the clouds retracted, the clouds returned, light, ethereal, natural, orderly, from the most chaotic in the prosperous times to the steady state in peace, it took a moment, just like the first half of the tail move, the movement was extremely fast and the effect was thorough...

If the first move of the entire sword score describes how clouds emerge, then the twenty-three moves in the middle are all about the clouds. As each cluster of thick clouds has experienced occupation and arrears, the entire sword score reaches the most chaotic and convolution at the end of the twenty-fourth move, and it is not until the first half of the tail move that it begins to truly gather - only half of the stunning move, which makes the 23 moves of clouds dizzy. Because all the glory ends for it in an instant, but it does not decline, but reaches an unpredictable "orderly".

In other words, each move of the Wanyun Fighting Technique actually includes one advance and one retreat of the two forces: the first cluster of thick clouds are retreating, and the next cluster of thick clouds are invading. Therefore, the twenty-three moves of the Cloud Fight can be connected to the adjacent ones, but cannot be separated by them; and the positions they compete for, because each cluster of clouds is evenly matched, so the opportunities are equal and each cluster has a share, so there will be no repetition or omissions!

Yin'er had long been pointed out by Qiandao's moves: the 23 moves in the middle are really exquisite, each move is invaded and invaded. But unlike these 23 moves, the first move is not withdrawn and the tail moves are not invaded, so Lin Meicai encountered an embarrassing situation of airflow and moves: if you skip the tail move, you will definitely die of hostility, and if you try the tail move, you will definitely suffer a loss in the move!

Since the tail move has no image of invasion, it should be the "orderly" presented by the Denyunjing. Therefore, after Yun Returns, there is also a process that is worth using the last half of the tail move to describe, tolerate and cover. If you can make up for this last half of the move, Lin Meicai can really fight smoothly one by one when he shoots the knife. No matter how many masters fight, they don't care about it!

So, how can we stop this glory in the most brilliant moment without exerting any external force? How can we make thousands of thick clouds disappear naturally after the clouds return without causing chaos in the light of light? So how can we make these thick clouds actually exist, but they seem to be completely collected without leaving any trace!?

The power of the Creator is really wonderful. These thick clouds are the invincible martial arts masters in the world. In an instant, all the clouds hidden in front of Qian's eyes, as if they were returning by themselves, or as if they were blown by the wind. All the beautiful scenery was swallowed up in an instant. Isn't this process even more beautiful and magnificent! I don't know if it was a wonderful hand, or if it was a dream at night, or if it became a habit, Lin Qian obviously understood how to set up this last half move! This last half move is called the disillusionment of the cloud!

Lin Qian's broken copper and iron in his hand suddenly with Chaoyun in the deep clouds. The half move that passed in front of Lin Meicai and Yin'er seemed to be hidden at the same time as the clouds, and the turbulent times were wiped out with one knife! In an instant, the sky turned from dark to bright, and the darkness that had been rampant for less than a moment, all of them were defeated by strong light. The energy of the dawn seemed to be absorbed by broken copper and iron, and it was reflected from the knife surface and turned into the thick clouds. The thrilling light was dazzling and urging, making the eternal world fade!

All fade, waiting for the light to move again, re-dye, everything is left to the master! Under the intimidation of this sword, which chaotic cloud dares to plan to fight again? I am afraid that I will not even dare to cause trouble!

Once you exchange your eyelashes and open your eyes, the clouds are actually still floating in the air, as light as fog, as if they are interested, if they are unintentional, they have just returned to the cave, but they seem to have just come out of the cave. Inadvertently, they naturally completed the last half of the move. The wonderful transition was just right. It was already dawn, and the clusters of heroes in the thick cloud well will maintain a peaceful state for the whole day until the next night when the war is in chaos.

Clouds come out of the mountains, and they will never retreat, and they will never move forward; clouds will divide, and they will reincarnate, and they will never stop; clouds will retreat, and they will never invade, and they will disappear by themselves—

In fact, this sword technique is constantly abolishing itself, so others cannot destroy it! Only it can destroy itself! And while destroying itself, killing!

"What a disillusionment in the cloud, so that's it!" Lin Meicai was already dumbfounded, and learned his last half-wielding artistic conception. He was excited for a moment, and the marriage knife in his hand fell to the ground without any stability.

"It's like the struggle between you and me in the world. After singing, the other side will appear. Unfortunately, no one will get the best position in the last place, and everyone will die in silence." Yin'er murmured to herself.

In my spare time, I am having fun watching Lin Meicai practice knife and is like a fish in water.

Yin'er said to Qian in a low voice: "I have completed the sword technique, but I have helped Lin Meicai become the world's number one master..."

"Whenever she really threatens me, then, our couple will join forces to break her again." Qian smiled and responded, with the satisfaction of establishing this trick in his tone.

"What a proud boy." Yin'er was stunned and smiled.

"You have helped me fulfill the wish of His Royal Highness the Demon God. I will reciprocate and give you some rewards." Lin Meicai is really real. After practicing, she thought of repaying her kindness without smearing her sweat.

"Okay!" Yin'er stood up without waiting for Qian to refuse and said, "Lin Meicai must not be allowed to pick up the best in the world." She always has to get her unique skills back.

"What about my mental method of not breathing?" Lin Meicai asked. Yin'er was overjoyed: "Okay, that's great! I've wanted to learn it for a long time!"

Yin'er thought Lin Meicai would take out a thick stack of mental methods to understand them. Unexpectedly, she nodded and said in a serious tone: "Then... run around the Demon Sect."

Yin'er sweats all over...

"You have to run around the Magic Sect every day, first practice this basic skill for ten years, and then develop the habit of holding your breath and hibernating, and sleep more often in normal times..."

"I...I...I...I won't learn anymore..." Yin'er wanted to cry.

"By the way, Miss Lin, I want to ask you how to hold the broken copper and iron?" Qian asked, "So far, I have not been completely adapted to broken copper and iron."

Lin Meicai nodded: "With excessive force, you can't adapt to things that are not very heavy. But you have to learn how to control your strength, just like you used to control the fighting spirit in the knife of the bitter hatred. You can learn hard and practice freely. Just like me, my mind is not breathing, so I still don't breathe? These things have no great reason, and practice can make perfect. Freezing for three feet is not a day."

Qian felt thoughtful: "Miss Lin said yes."

When his life was completely pushed back, when he entered a new world and faced a new future, he had to be proficient in new things, practice made perfect...

I've always been excited, but I can't freeze three feet.

He sighed and knew that there was only one way to wait for him. He and Yin'er, who were carrying too many sins and infamous, would definitely not play any good role even if they went back to the alliance at this moment. Instead, they would definitely cause trouble. It would still not disturb, not delay, and not pay attention.

What's more, putting aside all the high-sounding reasons, what's wrong with being a demon king? With Yin'er, you can live a peaceful and secluded life without any conflict with the status of the King of the Demon Sect, and you won't feel that the life of Yiyun Yehe is boring.

Within a few days, as if after several centuries, in addition to cooperating with swordsmanship, Qian Yinlin Meicai learned from each other and made trouble for each other. After getting familiar with it, she was happy. Sometimes she also collaborated on new swordsmanship. Many moves were full of the magnificence of the sword, the magic of the sword of the sword of the sword of the sword of the river, and the eagerness of the sword of the river of the river. The effect was relaxed and relaxed, and the front and back moves were tangled with each other, and the shadows were folded in the actual moves, which were unfathomable, and even more than the Wanyun Fighting of the Demon God. The three of them had similar ambitions, complementary personalities, and had a happy conversation in martial arts. They abandoned their former grudges and became friends instead. This encounter was really hard to come by.

In this empty path, Xiyin's sword still exists, but the Yinhen Killing Sword is gone. It turns into broken copper and iron, stays in Qian's hands, accompanying his future journey. Yin'er calmly thought, this kind of life is not bad, and the days of seclusion have actually begun...

Sometimes we dare not overthrow the past because we are afraid that after overthrow, we will be busy and in vain. Everything we have achieved through hard work is futile. Alas, we still care about what we do. In the years of life, it is impossible for everything to have great significance. It is better to be a waste, but a hundred years later, it is not a waste.

After seven days and nights of rest, Qian and Lin Meicai's injuries were all cured. When he walked out of the empty path, the six oxen of the Demon Sect led all the people to wait on the side of the waterfall. When he saw the three of them coming, he paid homage to him. The scene was magnificent and joyful. Who would have come to Zhugeqian? He was determined to ask on behalf of the crowd: "Your Highness, but you are willing to be our king, and from now on, you will rule our Qianxi Demon Sect and restore the glory of Your Highness during the Demon God?"

Qian smiled and nodded: "Since you wish to be a minister, I am willing to be the king."

"Okay, my Demon Sect doesn't mind that you were once the leader of the Anti-Jin Alliance. Once you join the Demon Sect, you will be our Demon King!" Lin Meicai said.

"Long live the Demon King!" The demons cheered and Yin'er's face trembled. This kind of noise that was echoed and responded should belong to Lin Qian, but it shouldn't be such a group of demons. It's ridiculous. This is a dream. Yin'er looked at them contradictoryly, and was both happy and worried: In this way, there was no room for him. Shengnan cut off the retreat...

Qian held her hand tightly and said softly, "Ying'er, this life is not ridiculous." She turned her head and looked at him. He smiled calmly: "The Anti-Jin League no longer has us. Those that do not belong to us have been lost. Why don't you accept it happily and a new tomorrow."

At that moment, he knew that he had really given up everything. In order to marry the Jin princess in front of him, he no longer became the ally king of the Anti-Jin Alliance. Allies and Lin family troops were handed over to Tianjiao and Lin Mo. He had cut off the relationship that should have been cut off, and he had also let go of what he should have been put down. On the night of the breakup, he had already announced that the world would not even dare to love her.

Not bad, just for love.

In fact, what he said to have reached this point is not for Yin'er, but an excuse he did not want to make her feel guilty. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have been tolerated to this point, but because the road he chose now is full of variables, he felt unprecedentedly exciting. Every step next is worth looking forward to: Yin'er, for you, never turn! Let you and me, endless...

Once again, he did the same.

Alternate day and night.

Through the bamboo forest, a yellow lamp could be vaguely seen, passing through the hazy fog, as if the ancients lived.

In the past, it was suddenly pulled closer and pushed away again, just like this weak light.

Qianling Peak, there were still fireworks in Taoyuan Village at the foot of the mountain that night, as gorgeous as when he left seven days ago.

But that night was the change of ownership of the Anti-Jin Alliance, and tonight, the change of ownership of the Demon Sect.

That's how it came, the ordinary he had pursued...
Chapter completed!