Red Heart Survey

   Chapter 680

  Jiang Wang couldn’t tell why he suddenly made the decision, letting go of the joy of being together with Jiang An’an in Yuncheng, letting go of the lively and lively beauty, and rushing to thousands of miles alone...

  Come to this Xin'an City.

  In the dead zone of Fenglin, in Jiujiang City, he kept admonishing himself that revenge requires long-term painful tolerance.

  Dong A, Du Ruhui, and Zhuang Gaoxian, they are at the highest level of the Zhuang State, and they hold huge powers. They have a strong self-cultivation base, and it is not something that can be done overnight.

  There are countless reasons to prevent him from coming here now.

   But there is only one reason that makes him have to come--

  Because of hate.

  Because of unforgettable hatred.

  Hate is gnawing at his heart all the time, he can't forgive, can't let go, can't let go.

  Zhuang Gaoxian fought against the country, shocked the West and attracted the attention of countless people.

  He only saw Dong A sitting alone in the back.

  Zhuang Gaoxian is a real person in the world, and Du Ruhui has supernatural powers within reach. When will they have no time to take care of the dignified deputy minister of Zhuang Guo?

  Only in a war related to the fortune of the country.

  Such an opportunity is rare in a lifetime.

  Jiang Wang chose to follow his heart.

  He did not greet anyone, did not tell An An, nor did he tell Ye Qingyu. Not only because he had promised Ye Lingxiao that he would not involve Lingxiao Pavilion.

  He is alone in the matter of revenge.

  He bears all the difficulties and pains alone.

  With the help of hidden clothes, he comes and goes freely in the Wenhua Pavilion. Enough hatred gave him enough patience. He patiently waited for the opportunity and waited for the moment when Dong A was alone.

  He observes Dong A from this angle for the first time, observing the only teacher he has identified with for so long.

  He waited for Dong A to handle official duties, waiting for Dong A to teach Li Jianqiu, waiting for Dong A to leave Wenhua Pavilion...

   Yin Guan’s hidden clothes should not be seen through. But in the process of moving, he will inevitably show flaws. Dong A probably discovered him at those times.

It's ok.

When facing alone, Jiang Wang didn't intend to hide.

  He didn't want to. When he killed Dong A, Dong A still didn't know why he died or who killed him.

  Now, on this New Year’s Eve, on this long street in the dark night.

  After a year, he finally sees Dong A again.

  The city at his feet is the place he has longed for. In the countless nights in the Chengdaoyuan, he certainly had imagined that one day he would be successful in cultivation, while inside, he would be in the court, sorting out the affairs of the country, and outside, he would guard the side and benefit the people.

  Of course he had imagined how majestic he was wearing the official uniform of Zhuang Guo...

  Those young and frivolous, high-spirited...

  Those imaginations are all broken.

  Broken in that scattered nightmare.

   is the innocence who wakes up at midnight countless times and can never go back!

  This is his first time in Xin'an City, which is different from any scene he has ever imagined.

  But this is reality, this is the cruel part of life.

   Jiang Wang has already learned to face it.

  So he held his sword, his hands were steady, his expression was calm, and he stared at Dong A quietly.

  Dong A still looks unsmiling, Shen Yi, serious, as if nothing can move him, and there are no factors that can make him change his attitude.

   "Yes. It's been a long time." Dong A said.

  The clouds are getting heavier and heavier, the moon has already run away, and the dark night is so dark that there is no starlight.

It is going to rain. Jiang Wang thought.

  No other words are necessary. Jiang Wang knew why he came, and Dong A knew why he came.

  So go ahead.

  Two people greeted each other at both ends of the long street. Then move forward at the same time and move forward at the same time.

  The air was broken.

  They started to run.

  The figure is too fast to bring out the afterimage of the debut.

  Step on the floor tiles, stepping on tiny pits.

  Boom! Bang! Bang!

  The continuous ringing sounded so dense as if there was only one sound.

  The strength of the rebound and the strength of the advance are constantly superimposed, and the two have already collided together before the breath time has passed!

  Fist to fist, eyes staring into the eyes.

  In Dong A's eyes, Jiang Wang didn't see any emotions, only seriousness.

  In Jiang Wang's eyes, Dong A only saw **** hatred.

  The two settled in the center of Long Street, and from behind them, the floor tiles cracked one by one, and long ground cracks spread on both sides. Only the place where they stood is still intact.

  The real fire of Samadhi jumped out and jumped to Dong A's fist.

  Dong A waved his hand, but the flame did not go out, instead he had already burnt half of his fist!

  The palm of the left hand is erected into a knife, and the right arm is directly cut off.

  The real fire of Samadhi on this arm still spread persistently on the ground.

  And Dong A’s broken arm quickly gave birth to granulation, swelled, grew, and recovered.

  As soon as the confrontation, both sides have used their magical powers!

brush!

  A stunning sword shines.

  There is no moon tonight, but it has become a bright moon.

   is not the moon in the sky, but the moon in the world.

  Sword light shines into moonlight, incredibly soft but unavoidable!

  Before this, Jiang Wang had never had this sword. When he saw Dong A, this sword naturally emerged in his heart.

  This sword is named Acacia.

  No one does not know the moon, no one but lovesickness.

   But Jiang Wang’s sword is not about lovesickness, but hatred that lasts indefinitely. Eternity is like a bright moon, until you die!

  For countless nights, he looked up at the bright moon, but what he saw was Dong A’s throat.

  Hate grows for countless nights, so that he can't get a moment of peace.

  Linghe, Zhao Rucheng, Zhao Lang, Wei Yan, Huang Azhan, Tang Dun, Xiao Tiemian... Those people in Fenglin City shouldn't have to die!

   Trusted him. Dong A, who has respected and admired, this sword is all his emotions and all his words.

  Taking a disciple to kill the teacher, I thought about it for too long!

  How much respect I once had, how much I hate later.

  This is the "lovesickness" of the sword of Sauvignon Blanc.

  When he saw this sword, Dong A had already felt all the pain in Jiang Wang's heart. All without words, all in this sword.

   Jiang Wang not only hates Dong A, but also hates himself. He hated himself for believing in the wrong person, and failed to save the Fenglin City where he grew up in Sri Lanka, making his hometown a dead place forever.

  Hate people, hate yourself. These hatreds weighed heavily on Jiang Wang's heart. Let him not be happy, not to stretch his eyebrows, to accumulate forever!

  This is an extremely stunning sword, but it is also an extremely heavy sword.

  Facing this sword, Dong A wiped his right hand and drew out an iron ruler.

  This ruler is upright, solemn and majestic.

  One side is black and one side is white. There are clear distinctions and strict boundaries.

  This is a two-dimensional ruler, which is supported by the criminal authority of Zhuang State, and is a famous weapon of the country.

   Determine good and evil, clarify right and wrong, distinguish turbidity, and judge life and death.

  The iron ruler was erected, like a sharp blade, against the sword light like a bright moon.

  And send out questions, torture the heart.

  Assault on the street, should it?

  Murder the deceased, should it?

  Take the apprentice to kill the teacher, should it?

  One foot to the sword, and Dong A's left hand with five fingers wide open, pressing towards the ground.

  In the whole long street, there are tree buds burrowing out of the ground, breaking floor tiles, and growing and swelling rapidly. All the wooden products scattered on the long street, carts, shelves...except for the doors and windows of the houses on both sides that were deliberately avoided, all wooden products have undergone abnormal changes.

  The giant tree breaks the ground, and the thorns dance wildly.

  Only a moment.

  This square is like a cage, the sky and the earth become a prison cell.

  (End of this chapter)