One Piece's Flow is Like Fire

On the top of Mount Emei, the black palace floats eerily in the air, and the black body perfectly blends with the night. Even if the day comes, it is impossible for mortals to see its image in the eyes. No one knows when it started to appear there. A long time is enough for people to forget many things, and forgetting can be said to be the best way to protect oneself. Knowing how to forget can heal wounds, and knowing how to forget can make the pursuit of the pursuit never stop. It is rare to be confused, but it is better to forget in the end.

Forget him, or forget her, maybe forget them, the injury at that time, the pain in the present, the injury that cannot be forgotten, the pain that cannot be lost, look back at night, if the memory is empty, do you still remember him or Has she forgotten me.

If you don't remember, will you not remember, if you don't remember, is it forgotten? Maybe it's just like people often say, don't speak, don't speak, don't forget.

Zhang Yang was lying in the palace. He knew that he had forgotten a lot of things. The faint pain in his heart made him keep curling up. On his chest, there was a little red flowing green leaf. Below the green leaf was a tattoo of a white tiger. Difficulty reaching out and groping on the tattoo, looking at the walls around the room with scattered eyes, the same black as the eyes, that is the color of a dream, a black dream.

A black palace, a black night, but black has never been the main color of the palace. In the center of the palace, Zhang Yang looked at his eldest apprentice calmly. The fiery red color wrapped his body, like a scorching sun. The black silence around him could not contaminate him in any way. In this palace, he was the sun that never went west.

Chapter 780 Question me?

"He will bleed your blood and put the sword in your heart." Zhang Yang said softly.

Heibeu Laodao is straight and his hands are naturally hanging down. He knows that the master does not ask for his opinion now, but he feels that he may have something to say, so he said: "Master, one is like this, are the two still like this? ?"

"Are you questioning me?" Zhang Yang's tone suddenly increased.

"Don't dare." The constant 'squeaking' sound around him made Old Daoist White Beard dare not take any action. Looking at the voids that kept appearing around him, he understood that it was the reason why the space was constantly being cut by Zhang Yang's condensed eyes.When the sound around him stopped, he said cautiously: "Master, Gu Juan's words should still be listened to."

Zhang Yang stared at the old man with a white beard, and after a long time, he said, "Hei Yang, what others say may be wrong, but he... do you think he will be wrong?"

"I don't know if he is wrong or not, but he lost, and he lost completely." Heiyang Laodao raised his head that had been lowered, and said, "A weak person who has failed has no qualifications to be trusted. "

"Haha." Zhang Yang chuckled a few times, carrying his hands on his back, his eyes crossed the palace and looked at the endless night sky.

"We won, but they are not weaker than us. The tigers torn apart by the wolves can still be proud of the qualifications, and the thousands of stars adorned by the night sky can still not take away the color of the bright moon."

"Their failure is that they believe too much in human beings. Only people will know that the most untrustworthy person in this world is people who are just like themselves."

"It's been so long that I can't even remember who they are, but who really knows that we will succeed that time, and it's my lifelong dream to knock them out of the dust, but after the completion of the matter, Who knows the emptiness in my heart."

Hei Yang did not speak. As Zhang Yang's eldest disciple, he has always been most trusted by Zhang Yang, and he is also most familiar with his master. Whenever Zhang Yang wants to make an important decision, he always talks a lot.The final decision cannot be made by others, and no one dares to make the final decision for him.As a qualified listener, Hei Yang narrowed his eyes cooperatively.

Maybe it was because he was very satisfied with the attitude of his disciples, or maybe because he didn't say something unpleasant, Zhang Yang continued: "It feels really good to look down from a high place, at least that's what I thought before."

"For that feeling, I threw them all off the stage and replaced them with my own curtain. However, only now did I understand that he would let the world go up and down, and I would just watch it indifferently. That's..."

"It would be great if life was just a passerby. But now it's too late. The cage I carved by myself has finally imprisoned myself."

"People often say that the heaven and the earth are ruthless, if the world is really ruthless, then how do all things grow, spring flowers, rain and dew, colorful, and how do they appear. How do you know about the pain in my heart, cultivate the Tao, cultivate ruthlessness? Ruthless, why do you have to do it? Longevity."

"How about now?" Seeing the teacher fell silent, Hei Yang couldn't help but interrupt: "What attitude should we take towards that child?"

"You don't have to have an attitude."

Seeing Zhang Yang turn around, Hei Yang knew that it was time to leave. He turned around, and just after taking a few steps, Zhang Yang's voice came from behind.

"Perhaps, it might be a good idea to let him and the fourth learn how to roll around in the red dust."

Hei Yang didn't look back, but still sighed in his heart. It seemed that Master still didn't make a decision. He made a promise, spread his legs, and walked out slowly.

People, when you are older, your memory is poor, but there are more and more things in your memory. Some people and some things, you never dare to forget. Yesterday's yellow flowers can still be brilliant today?But yesterday's scorching sun still illuminates the earth today.Those who do not know are fearless, how can they be ignorant and have no desires?No request?Just like the bluestone on the side of the mountain, it is slowly polished by wind and rain until it becomes that tiny grain of sand, which is free and misty with the wind and between heaven and earth, but if you think about it carefully, it is only the freedom of the wind. You can’t follow the wind without yourself. What’s the point of life? To be so contradictory, yesterday's him, today's me, thousands of reincarnations, because of this.There are pursuits, goals, struggles, successes and failures, cheers, laughter, tears, and tears.Contradictory life, the contradictions are so colorful, the pursuit of peace is just another desire.

In the palace, there are many rooms, but they are all without any decoration. When Heiyang walked out the door, his eyes were dark, he came outside the palace, looked up at the sky, looked at the few stars in the sky, and then looked back at the palace. , I meditate in my heart, hoping that this eternal black will not become the last color

Youzhou is located on the frontier of Dajin. In the early autumn, a slight coolness emerges, and the merchants and soldiers are bustling.The situation in Beijing was turbulent, and the troops were fighting against each other, but it did not affect the prosperity of this state.

In the northwest of Youzhou, next to Wuyuan Mountain, the Mengshui River that runs through the entire Youzhou circles by.

And at this moment, in the middle of the Mengshui River, which was rushing down on the side of Wuyuan Mountain, a continuous whirlpool several feet deep suddenly appeared, which was very impressive.

Through the turbid river surface, if you look down carefully, you can see a young man about seventeen or eighteen years old standing at the bottom of the river, hitting the rushing river water, as if he is about to penetrate the river. .

Shocking!

Mengshui River has always been known for its turbulent river water. Although the water flow at the bottom of the river is a little slow, but because it is the bottom of the river, the surrounding river water is oppressed.

If it is an ordinary person, standing in the bottom of the river, I am afraid that it will not be stable to stand, but I saw that the young man's feet were deep in the bottom of the river, his body was bulging with blue veins, and he punched and punched the river.

The strength of the boy's fist was astonishing. The river water that was originally flowing downstream was knocked back several feet away by him, forming a gap of several feet, and the river water above it poured down, forming a vortex spectacle on the river surface!

It's just that after all, he was at the bottom of the river and couldn't breathe, but the young man still spent half a column of incense at the bottom of the river. Obviously, his water ability is much better!

After half a column of incense, the young man seemed to have reached his limit. He jumped up hard, rushed out of the river, and took a deep breath of air. Although his face had turned blue due to holding his breath for a long time, he showed unspeakable joy.

"The realm of practicing tendons is really extraordinary! Haha!" The young man smiled up, took a deep breath again, and sank to the bottom of the river.

There are thousands of martial arts in the world, but in the final analysis, these martial arts cultivate the human body itself, muscles, bones and organs, and strengthen the blood of people step by step.And if the human body is cultivated to the limit, qi and blood are won, and they are hidden in the internal organs, there is a chance to penetrate the meridians of the whole body, open up the bridge between heaven and earth, generate true qi, and become a master master!

Chapter 781

Although the exercises are different and the levels are different, before cultivating the body and deriving true qi, it is generally divided into four realms: gathering strength, training tendons, forging bones, and melodious internal organs.And the young man is in the realm of practicing tendons.

At this time, it was in the afternoon, the sun was getting close, the young man practiced boxing at the bottom of the river, went out to take a breath, and went back and forth dozens of times until the sun slanted westward, and the practice ended.

The teenager who had finished his cultivation was not in a hurry to leave the river, but dived deep into the bottom of the river, retrieved the snakeskin pocket he had hidden at the bottom of the river, and then swam upstream like a fish.

Mengshui passes around the north of Wanyuan Mountain, with cliffs on both sides, known as Guiku Gorge.In addition, the current is more than double the turbulence of the river behind the Wanyuan Mountain. Even the most experienced fisherman, the fisherman, did not dare to go deep into the Mengshui River in the north of the Wanyuan Mountain.

However, the young man was obviously very familiar with this place. He went deep into the river, avoiding the rocks and silt washed up by the upper stream, and from time to time he exposed the river surface to take a breath. Only when there was only a glimpse of the sun, did he reach the place he finally wanted to go. .

Looking at the position, the young man took a deep breath. This breath was longer than the breath he had stored during boxing. A fierce man plunged into the dark vortex under the side wall of the river and disappeared.

That whirlpool was actually an underground river channel!

After about a stick of incense, the boy finally emerged from the vortex again, and was caught in the empty snakeskin pocket that had been hanging around his waist, with a few more purple-gold tails in it. small fish.

If the knowledgeable fishermen on the Mengshui River saw these small purple-gold fish, they would definitely cry out, because these small fish are the most exotic fish in the Mengshui River, the Mengluo fish!