Gou is passive in high martial arts

Chapter 52
This magical spirit treasure is called Wu Huadu.

Taken from the meaning of looking at flowers in the fog, it can cover up the appearance and aura, and the lower third ranks can't see the flaws at all, and if the middle third ranks don't have insight-like magical powers, they can't easily see through.

It can be said that it solved Chen Kuang's urgent need.

He could almost predict that after he landed, there would be wanted warrants everywhere.

After all, this time, he offended Zhou Guo, the Three Tribulations Sect, the Xuan Shen Dao Sect and a Martial Saint at the same time, a total of four major forces.

The higher echelons of the secular court and practitioners must have received the relevant news at this moment.

If Chen Kuang walked out in such a swaggering manner, he would have to return to the dungeon in less than half a day.

Now that I have this miraculous spirit treasure, I have saved a lot of effort.

As for Chu Wenruo's mother and daughter, he was not particularly worried.

With Qingcuo, a top secret agent who has been undercover for ten years without revealing any flaws, it must be much easier to cover up his whereabouts.

Chen Kuang thought of this, and took out a small wooden sign that Qingcuo gave him at that time.

This wooden sign is one inch square, very miniature.

There is a word "positive" written on it.

At that time, Qingcuo told him that if he met someone who claimed to be a "land official" on the road, he was one of his own and he could seek help.

This shows that Huo Hengxuan has cultivated a secret and unknown force in addition to the Huo Family Army.

If you want to contact and meet, I'm afraid you will have to use them later.

Chen Kuang put away the wooden sign, put it and the relic on the small table, quickly changed his clothes, leaned sideways on the cabin, and sat on the mattress.

He didn't intend to hold on anymore, but when he heard the sound of bamboo wormwood stirring the surface of the river outside, and the faint scent of sandalwood lingering in his nose, his eyelids finally started to fight.

Only then did Chen Kuang realize that it had been nine full days since he woke up from time travel, almost without sleep.

On this boundless river of death, there are no enemies to disturb.

He was finally able to put down his guard and fell asleep.

In the dream, it was the nightmare of childhood.

Around the year when Chen Kuang first entered junior high school, his poor family situation finally improved. Because his father started some small businesses and managed them well, the family demolished the old house and built a new one.

However, the house was clearly built on the land of his own land, but was reported by the neighbors as illegal.

The person who came didn't say anything, and directed the bulldozer to knock down the wall of his house.

At that time, my father was away in a border town to discuss business, and my mother tried to argue without success, but was ridiculed by the whistleblower for being poor all her life and doomed not to live in a good house.

The eyes of this weak woman all her life turned red in an instant, and she rushed up to protect the wet concrete wall.

A loud bang.

Chen Kuang, who had just returned home from school, witnessed his mother being crushed to death between the wall and the bulldozer.

Chen Kuang picked up the shovel on the side, broke the heads of several onlookers, and was then detained.

My father stayed up late for three days, took planes and buses back and forth, was physically and mentally exhausted, and finally died suddenly and silently in a taxi.

When Chen Kuang came out of the detention center, he was unaccompanied and was expelled from school because of his criminal record.

His only and deepest memory turned out to be the dinner that day, which was tomato scrambled eggs.

Poverty and injustice were once Chen Kuang's nightmare.

It was also the reason why he had such empathy with the original body that he didn't mind the remaining knot in his heart.

"Fortunately...it's not anymore."

Chen Kuang opened his eyes in a daze, took a long breath, turned over and sat up neatly, throwing away the emotions in the dream.

Before he died, he had killed his enemy's family - when they immigrated abroad and lived a chic life.

The nightmare that had been haunting him for more than ten years since he was young, was completely over after he ate the tomato scrambled eggs made in front of the enemy's corpse.

"what?"

Chen Kuang inspected himself in surprise, and found that after this comfortable sleep, he actually broke through another orifice.

The second orifice has been opened.

Now there is only one last trick left, and he can try to hit the innate realm!

"Fetal breath method" is always in C!
Chen Kuang just felt refreshed. According to this speed, if he can survive for a few hundred years, it is not impossible to directly break through the saint.

It's a pity... There are always people who don't want him to be a dog!
Chen Kuang dressed neatly, opened the curtain of the cabin, it was still gloomy outside.

I don't know how long the dead boat has been driving on the river, but the sky has started to rain thinly and densely.

The fog is thicker, only the lamp that illuminates the surroundings has a hallucinatory warmth.

The coir raincoat fisherman who was still standing at the bow saw him come out, and turned a fish eye under his hat.

"Did you sleep well?"

Chen Kuang smiled and said, "Not bad, thank you brother for your hospitality."

Wensi still looked at him, his fish eyes rolled around, and he seemed to say curiously:

"Before I came to this river, there was a miracle. People who crossed the river for the first time would often dream of their appearance when they died, as if they were dying."

"Therefore, I feel that I have a kinship with this river, and it has given me my name."

"Did Junior Brother dream about anything?"

Chen Kuang was taken aback for a moment, it turned out to be like this...

He said, how could he still dream about what happened at that time.

"The dream is a dream, but it's not what I looked like when I died."

Not the appearance of this body when it died, but the appearance of his previous death.

Chen Kuang was thoughtful.

Doesn't that mean that perhaps this body will not die?
Or, is it simply that it is impossible to foresee how he will die?
"Junior Brother is indeed not very human."

Wensi muttered, and then said: "If you think there is something missing, just think about it in your heart, and it will naturally appear."

Chen Kuang raised his eyebrows. It seems that this boat, brother, is also a rare treasure.

He thought for a while, and sat on the stern of the boat with his long gum piano in his arms.

In fact, that music score has long been lost, but he remembers the contents clearly, but these years, the original body has hardly been touched again.

Because ever since he was framed for showing off, Yuanshen understood that these outstanding things were actually not suitable for him, so he almost sealed up the score and would only practice secretly when his hands were itchy.

Chen Kuang took a deep breath and plucked the strings.

"Zheng-"

The sound of the piano floated on the surface of the river, and the lingering sound curled up.

Set the storm.

Chen Kuang closed his eyes, regained his familiar melody, and calmed his mind.

……

Two days later.

The big river is surging, the wind and rain are like darkness.

A small boat swayed from side to side in the waves, and a blindfolded luthier in white sat at the stern, with long and slender fingers with well-articulated joints. When he plucked the strings with his hands, the melancholy sound of the piano sounded suddenly.

"Zheng-"

On the river, the sound of the piano swayed.

In an instant, with the small boat as the center, a strange ripple spread out, and the invisible force, like a giant hand, instantly smoothed the waves on the river.

Chen Kuang opened his eyes and left the mysterious realm, his eyes were pleasantly surprised.

Become!

At this moment, a voice of applause suddenly came.

"Daoist Friendship Song!"

Chen Kuang raised his head, only to see that the thick fog suddenly dissipated, and a tall ship appeared in front of him, with a few practitioners standing on it, their eyes were amazed.

Among them was a young girl, wearing a goose yellow dress, with black hair and snow skin, bright and pretty, her dark eyes stared at Chen Kuang's face without blinking.

Chen Kuang was taken aback for a moment, and vaguely felt that she looked a little familiar...

(End of this chapter)