Wang Lin left the river and walked slowly in the night. The two soldiers behind him looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes.
From their point of view, this Wang Lin had spent most of the day either strolling around or standing beside the river in a daze.
The sky was already dark, but this person was still walking at a leisurely pace.
In the night, Hong City was brightly lit as if it was a city that never slept.
Wang Lin walked slowly and his gaze fell on a patch of darkness in the distance that was rarely seen in Hong City. There was a large building that was enveloped in an extremely oppressive aura.
This aura was filled with death and resentment.
The soldier behind Wang Lin followed his gaze and said in a low voice, "That's one of the four major prisons in the capital, the Hong Lao Prison!"
"The Hong Lao Prison …" Wang Lin nodded.
"The Hong Lao Prison only imprisons serious criminals. This place is heavily guarded, and without an entry token, it's impossible to enter."
"The sergeant explained.
Wang Lin carefully looked at the Hong Lao Prison. He had already sensed several powerful demonic auras there. The strength of this demonic aura was no weaker than Mo Lihai's. After pondering for a while, Wang Lin walked toward the Mo Residence.
After returning to the Mo Residence, Wang Lin went straight to Mo Lihai's residence. Mo Lihai was sitting cross-legged in meditation. When Wang Lin pushed open the door and entered, he opened his eyes.
"I want to go to Hong Lao Prison. Brother Mo, do you have a way?"
Mo Lihai was startled. He looked at Wang Lin but didn't ask for the reason. Instead, he pondered for a while and said, "It's a bit difficult!"
Wang Lin frowned and said, "Forget it then!"
Mo Lihai smiled and said, "How long will you be there?"
"One month!" Wang Lin said.
"Cultivate?" Mo Lihai's eyes narrowed.
Wang Lin looked at Mo Lihai and nodded. "I need to kill. If I kill a lot in Sky Demon City, I'm afraid it will cause some unnecessary trouble."
After saying that, Wang Lin added, "If I succeed, I will have a greater chance of helping you!"
Mo Lihai stood up, stared at Wang Lin, and said, word for word, "Are you sure?"
Wang Lin didn't waste any time. He waved his right hand and five strands of slaughter energy flew out. They formed five dragons that charged at Mo Lihai like lightning.
Mo Lihai laughed and punched with his right hand. The sound of of of the air could be heard, and the five strands of slaughter energy of of of of of thunder.
However, the smile on Mo Lihai's face froze. His eyes revealed a strange light as he took three steps back.
The grey Qi that was dispersed instantly merged back together, forming the five azure dragons. A dense killing intent gushed forth from them, instantly enveloping the surroundings. The soldiers of the Mo Clan were all alarmed as they hurried over to the Mo Clan.
At the same time, the five strands of slaughter qi whistled through the air. Mo Lihai's eyes flickered and he punched out again. But with a series of shattering sounds, the five strands of gray qi moved as fast as lightning, passing through Mo Lihai's fist and heading straight for his chest.
The Slaughter Qi closed in on Mo Lihai in an instant, but it was suddenly blocked by a screen of demonic power seven inches away from his body, and was bounced back.
Even so, the demonic barrier in front of Mo Lihai shook violently.
"If the amount of grey energy exceeded several thousand strands, would you still be able to withstand it so easily …" Wang Lin slowly said.
A strange light shone in Mo Lihai's eyes. This wasn't the first time he had seen this slaughter energy. Compared to the two times he had seen it, the might of this slaughter energy was much stronger. He decisively said, "One month is too long, I can't do it, but seven days is not a problem. There are over ten thousand criminals in Hong Lao, it's enough for you to cultivate for seven days!
Wait for me, I'll give you an answer in three days! "
Wang Lin nodded his head, turned around and left the room.
Mo Lihai's eyes flickered with contemplation. After a long time, he mumbled to himself, "This Wang Lin really can't be underestimated. Sacrificing Shi San's life to exchange for this person's help was the right decision!
"Not to mention the power of the palm, just the grey killing energy is extraordinary. There are only five strands of it, and it hasn't even unleashed its full power, but it can shake my Demon armor. It's sharpness is even sharper than some Demon swords!
"That's not even the most important thing. The most important thing is that there are some changes within the grey energy that I can't understand. It can actually stimulate the life force in my body!
"If I can really allow this grey energy to form thousands of strands … it will be extremely terrifying!
"This Wang Lin, it's best if I don't make an enemy out of him. It's best to maintain our current relationship!" After a moment of contemplation, he hurried out of the room to help Wang Lin enter Hong Lao.
Wang Lin didn't return to his room. Instead, he sat cross-legged in the courtyard. Everything was quiet, but the faint sound of zither music lingered in his ears.
Although the zither music was faint, it had a unique charm that lingered for a long time.
This night, Wang Lin didn't cultivate, he didn't cultivate, and he didn't even think about the Celestial Slaughter Art. He just quietly sat in the courtyard, silently looked at the starlight in the sky, and listened to … the zither music in his heart … His figure created a long shadow under the moonlight. This shadow was especially bleak in this quiet courtyard.
Only the shadow was lonely … A jug of Ancient Demon City wine was placed beside Wang Lin. He would occasionally pick up the jug and drink. The bleakness in the shadow gradually spread to his body. The bleakness seemed to have merged with the moonlight and reflected in his heart … "I, Wang Lin, started cultivating at the age of 16. I have long forgotten about time, so I don't know the specifics …" Wang Lin picked up the jug and drank a big gulp. The wine flowed down from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto his clothes.
Wang Lin looked at the starlight in the sky and revealed a trace of loneliness.
"Cultivators go against the heavens and are destined to be lonely for life …"
The zither music was silent, but Wang Lin could vaguely hear it. He wiped away the wine from the corner of his mouth and muttered, "Only by living a life of loneliness can one have the heart to pursue dao … But how many people can truly taste this feeling of loneliness? Just like this wine; when it enters the mouth, it is spicy, but when it enters the stomach, it turns into a warm stream … Under the moonlight, a lonely figure drinking wine, listening to the zither …" I don't know how those tens of thousands of years old cultivators survived those tens of thousands of years of loneliness, but I do know that if there is nothing moving in one's heart, then cultivating is merely cultivating one's own dao and not the heavens' dao!
"The heavens are heartless, and cultivators who go against the heavens are heartless if their heart is also heartless. Using a heartless heart to cultivate the heartless dao of the heavens, how can it be called cultivating against the heavens? Where is the word 'defying'?
"That is just following the heavens!
"Since ancient times, those who follow the heavens are favored by the heavens, but behind these favored by the heavens is the body of an ant!
"My dao is not following the heavens, but using the emotion in my heart to go against the heavens and cultivate against the immortals. What I seek is not only longevity, but also to get rid of the body of an ant behind me. This is called defying the heavens!"
Wang Lin drank all the wine in the jar in one gulp and threw it forward. The wine jar fell to the ground and shattered. Wang Lin touched the center of his brows with his right hand and leaned to the side. The sadness in his eyes gradually disappeared … The moonlight slowly deepened, like the sand between the fingers, slowly flowing away. When the sun rose, Wang Lin opened his eyes. Tonight, he was drunk, drunk from the wine, drunk from the zither … The moment he woke up, everything that happened yesterday was buried deep in his heart, sealed in a place that couldn't be touched.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye. During these three days, Wang Lin didn't cultivate. Every morning, he would leave the Mo Residence and sit beside the river.
When he waited for the boat to pass by, the sound of the zither would echo for a short period of time.
That sorrowful zither music flowed through his mind, passing through the sealed memories and entering the depths of his heart.
Listening to the zither music and drinking the wine bought by the soldiers, Wang Lin immersed himself in it and gained a different kind of enlightenment.
The woman on the boat had no idea that during these three days, there was a person seriously listening to her zither music. She only knew that every time the boat passed by, the sadness in her heart would grow stronger. That sadness flowed through her jade-like hands and flowed into the zither strings and was gently plucked out.
During these three days, Wang Lin lived very peacefully. He was far away from all the disputes, far away from all the killing. He forgot about the danger Tuo Sen was in, forgot about his promise with Mo Lihai, and forgot about his own hopes of reaching Ascendant. He was surrounded by the zither music and accompanied by wine. During these three days, he experienced a short baptism in his heart.
He never looked at the woman's face. All he needed was her back and a strand of zither music, and that was enough … If it wasn't for Mo Lihai settling the matter of entering Hong Lao, Wang Lin would have continued sitting like this and continued the baptism of his heart. He didn't know how long he would have sat there. Perhaps he would have sat there until the zither strings snapped, until the zither music stopped … After withdrawing his mind from the zither music, Wang Lin stood up and looked at the boat that was gradually disappearing into the distance. Then, he turned around and left!
The moment he turned around, the woman on the boat turned her head back and looked at the river in the distance. Her vision was still dark, but this time, the figure of the man who was leaving appeared before her eyes again.
"Ming Xuan, what are you looking at?" A calm voice came from beside the woman.
The zither music stopped abruptly!
The woman turned around and slowly lowered her head. Her jade-like hands, which were floating above the zither strings, trembled slightly.
To her, this voice represented the heavens and an irresistible fate.
"Your zither music is too sad. The guest wants you to change it!" The voice was calm, but it contained a tone that could not be refused.
The woman was silent. Her jade-like hands trembled as she plucked the zither strings. The zither music changed, and it was as if it was spring. A cheerful zither music came out from the zither strings and slowly floated above the boat and the river.
"Very good. Continue playing like this in the future."
The voice from earlier rang out once again … The cheerful zither music spread out. Although the zither music was joyous, if one listened carefully, they would find that it was not happiness at all. It was clearly a kind of silent weeping … This weeping contained sorrow and hurt. If one were to use four words to describe it, it could only be … a forced smile!
As it floated in the air, the sounds of laughter in the pleasure boat slowly resonated with it. However, the sound of the zither did not fuse with the pleasure boat.
Behind the forced smile was a thick bitterness that was deeply hidden by the zither music. Ming Xuan knew that no one could understand the sorrow in the zither music.
The zither music moved with the boat and gradually floated into the distance, leaving only the ripples on the river that were slowly pushed to the two sides of the river … Is everyone satisfied with the two children today?
Do you still hear the zither music echoing in your ears … If you are satisfied, please reward your ears with a monthly ticket.