Chapter 52: The Nightmare of Young People, a song will determine the storm

Author: The South Wind is Not End

Chapter 52: The Nightmare of Young People, a song will determine the storm

This magical spiritual treasure is called Fog Flower Satin.

Taking the meaning of looking at flowers in the fog, it can cover up its appearance and breath. There is no flaw in the lower third grade. If the middle third grade does not have insightful magical powers, it cannot be easily seen through.

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

He could almost expect that after he got ashore, there would be a lot of wanted orders.

After all, this time he offended the Zhou Kingdom at the same time, the Three Tribulation Sect, the Xuanshen Dao Sect and a Martial Saint, and four major forces.

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

If Chen Kuang just walked out with such a swagger, he would be afraid that he would have to go back to the prison again in less than half a day.

Now that you have this magical spiritual treasure, you have saved a lot of effort.

And Chu Wenruo and his daughter were not particularly worried.

With Qingcuo, a top agent who has not revealed any flaws for ten years, it must be much easier than him to cover up his whereabouts.

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

This wooden brand is square inch and very mini.

The word "典" is written on it.

At that time, Qingcuo told him that if he met someone who called himself a "Tu Zhengguan" on the road, he would be his own people and could seek help.

This shows that in addition to the open force of the Huo family army, Huo Hengxuan also secretly cultivated a secret unknown force.

If you want to contact us, I am afraid you will have to use them later.

Chen Kuang put away the wooden sign, placed it and the relics on a small table, quickly changed into clothes, leaned against the cabin, and sat on the mattress.

He didn't plan to hold on any longer. He listened to the sound of bamboo wormwood stirring the river surface outside, and the faint smell of sandalwood lingered in the tip of his nose, and his eyelids finally started fighting.

At this time, Chen Kuang realized that it had been nine days since he woke up from time travel, almost sleepless.

On this endless river of death, there is no more trouble for the enemy.

He was finally able to let go of his guard and fall asleep.

In the dream, it is the nightmare of youth.

Around the year Chen Kuang first went to junior high school, his poor family finally improved. Because his father had done some small business and managed it properly, his family demolished the old house and built a new house.

However, even though it was a house that was reasonably built within the scope of its own land, it was reported to be illegal by its fellow villagers and neighbors.

The person who came said nothing, directed the bulldozer to knock down the wall of his house.

My father was in the border town to discuss business at the time, but my mother tried to make a decision but failed. Instead, the whistleblower was ridiculed for his life and was destined to not live in a good house.

This woman who had been weak all her life instantly turned red and rushed forward to protect the wall that had not dried up.

There was 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 beside him, broke the heads of several onlookers, and was then detained.

My father stayed up late for three days, took a plane one after another, and came back from the bus, exhausted, and finally died suddenly in the taxi.

When Chen Kuang came out of the detention center, he had no relatives and was dropped out of school because of the case.

His only deepest memory was the supper that day, scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Poverty and injustice were Chen Kuang’s nightmare.

It is also the reason why he empathizes with the original body so much that he doesn't mind the remaining knot.

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

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

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

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

“Huh?”

Chen Kuang explored himself in surprise and found that after a comfortable sleep, he actually broke through another trick.

The second acupoint has been opened.

Now that he only has the last trick, he can try to reach the innate realm!

"Feal Breathing Method" has always been in C!

Chen Kuang only felt refreshed. At this speed, it would be impossible for him to survive for hundreds of years, directly breaking through to the saint.

Unfortunately... there are always people who don’t want him to be ill!

Chen Kuang was dressed neatly and lifted the curtains in the cabin. The outside was still gloomy.

I don’t know how long the boat had been driving on the river, but the sky began to float with fine raindrops.

The fog was even thicker, and only the lamp that illuminated the surroundings had a trace of hallucination.

The fisherman, who was still standing at the bow of the boat, saw him coming out and turned a fish's eyes under his hat.

"Did you sleep well?"

Chen Kuang smiled and said, "It's not bad, thank you for the hospitality of your senior brother."

Asking him still looked at him, his eyes rumbling around, and he said curiously:

"There was a magical place in this river before I came. People who crossed the river for the first time would often dream of their death like they were dying, as if they were asking about death."

"So, I feel that I have gotten into this river and given it my name."

"Did your junior brother dream about something?"

Chen Kuang was stunned, so that's what it was...

He said, why did he still dream about what happened at that time?

"I dreamed of it, but it was not what I was when I died."

It was not the way this body looked when he died, but the way he looked when he died in his previous life.

Chen Kuangruo thought about something.

Doesn’t that mean that perhaps this body will not die?

Or maybe, just simply unable to foresee how he would die?

"My junior brother is indeed not a very human."

He asked to death and muttered, then said, "If you think there is something missing, you will think about it in your heart and it will naturally appear."

Chen Kuang raised his eyebrows. It seemed that the senior brother's boat was also a rare treasure.

He thought about it and sat at the stern with Long Jingqin in his arms.

The music score has actually been lost for a long time, but he remembers the contents clearly, but over the years, the original body has hardly touched again.

Since he was framed by the limelight, the original body has understood that these outstanding things are actually not suitable for him. He almost sealed the music score and only practiced secretly when his hands were itchy in private.

Chen Kuang took a deep breath and plucked the strings.

"Zheng——"

The sound of the piano floats above the river, and the lingering sound is lingering.

Determine the storm.

Chen Kuang closed his eyes, picked up the familiar melody of his body again, and calmed his mood.

...

Two days later.

The river is surging, and the wind and rain are dull.

A small boat was shaking left and right in the waves. A blindfolded white pianist sat at the stern. His slender fingers were clearly tied, his hands plucked the strings, and the melodious sound of the pianist suddenly started.

"Zheng——"

On the river, the sound of the piano opened.

In an instant, with the boat as the center, a strange ripples spread outward, and the invisible power was like a giant hand, instantly soothing the waves on the river surface.

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

It's done!

And at this moment, a cheering voice suddenly came.

"Friends of Daoism!"

Chen Kuang raised his head and saw the thick fog suddenly dissipated. A tall building boat appeared in front of him. Several practitioners stood on it, with stunning eyes.

Among them is a girl wearing a goose yellow dress, black hair and snow-skinned, bright and pretty, her black eyes staring at Chen Kuang's face without blinking.

Chen Kuang was stunned and vaguely felt that she was a little familiar...

(End of this chapter)
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