Chapter 89: Lost Yourself

The winter in the mountain city is like this. It is cloudy and rainy all day, and there is no sun. A fresh city is caged in this rain and fog, losing its luster and heart-wounding.

Liu Ping'an subconsciously wrapped his thin coat and walked alone in the rain and fog. The cold wind poured into his collar and made him trembling.

I thought, how is this possible? Is there something wrong with his health? So he called "Liu Qiankun" but did not respond.

"What's wrong?" He couldn't help muttering to himself...

A lonely figure in the distance gradually became clear. A young and handsome man in white appeared in front of Liu Ping'an. He stopped Liu Ping's way.

At this moment, Liu Ping'an saw more clearly the person who blocked the way. He was cold, arrogant and lonely, and a strong murderous intention came towards him.

"West Gate Blows Snow!"

The voice is so cold, arrogant and normal.

Liu Ping'an had an idea and suddenly said, "Are you using a sword?"

Ximen said with a blank face, "I am a sword."

Liu Ping'an smiled and said, "Do you know where the essence of the sword is?"

Ximen said with a blank face, "Say it."

Liu Ping'an's face was full and said, "I heard my brother Dugu beg for defeat, which lies in his heart."

Ximen said with a blank face, "Heart?"

Liu Ping'an looked up at the sky and said, "Only with a righteous heart can reach the peak of swordsmanship. Unintentional people are not enough to talk about swords at all. How can people with not have a righteous heart become sanctified?"

The pupil of Ximen blowing snow has changed slightly.

Liu Ping'an stared at him and said, "Are you uncertain about whether you can reach the peak of kendo?"

Ximen Fuxue was silent for a long time and suddenly asked, "Have you also learned swords?"

Liu Ping'an said calmly, "My brother said that learning is endless, and swordsmanship is endless, but don't stick to swordsmanship. That's just a means. The sword has become a spirit. He is him, and the sword spirit is the sword spirit.

Ximen said with a blank face: " Since he learns swords, he should know that as long as people who learn swords have swords in their hearts, they don't have to have other hearts."

Liu Ping'an stopped talking and said everything.

The end of the road is the end of the world, and the end of the words is unknown. Different paths do not conspire with each other.

He has a clear understanding of martial arts and kendo. His Tao is humane and humane. He is unprecedented. He is still exploring and perfecting.

Ximen Fuxue wants to know, where is Dugu's defeat? Liu Ping'an told him truthfully that in the end, Ximen Chuixue nodded to him, with a smile on his eternal face, and then quietly left. His figure was not lonely, lonely, but arrogant.

He knew that his goal had arrived, and his brother finally found a good opponent, and he didn't have to face such a terrible opponent. He felt that he was too smart. If you are too smart, there will be problems.

At this moment, he has lost his heart and lost himself. The road of the strong can only be better and rapid progress if he constantly challenges the unknown and is stronger than himself.

He did not think too much about these problems. His purpose of coming to this mountain city was very simple, that is, to eradicate the subordinate forces of the Warriors' Association and make such an episode, which did not have much impact on him. However, he still made a small change before this action plan.

This city has a subordinate force of the Martial Arts Association. The city's largest force, Wangyue Gate, Liu Ping'an can easily find the Wangyue Gate. He did not appear a few times. After stepping on it well, he sneaked into the Wangyue Gate that night.

This is an endless night, without a trace of light, and evil seeds are most likely to be born in this environment.

At this moment, Liu Ping'an is no longer a warrior but a killer or assassin. To be precise, he is a tyrant. Every time he makes a move, fast, fierce, accurate, and vivid lives disappear in his hands.

He has fallen into a strange mentality, and his temperament has also changed greatly. A ghostly person shuttles through the Moon Gate. There are no gorgeous combat skills and no powerful scenes. Everything is still so quiet. The people at the Moon Gate have gone seven or eight.

Looking at the fresh life disappearing in his hand, he actually had a little pleasure in his heart, and killing was also a kind of enjoyment? Is it artistic to kill people? The vast majority of those who died died peacefully. They don't know how they died. Although a few powerful warriors reacted, the pre-death expression was not panicked, but incomprehensible.

The death method of these people made Liu Ping'an feel happy and also brought a sense of accomplishment. He shook his head to drive away this idea in his heart. He was disgusted but had such a little joy.

He sneaked to the last place where there were still living people, which was also the most crowded place.

In a blink of an eye, he came to the last place of the Moon Gate, where there were many women, children, old people, and most of whom were ordinary people who had never practiced. At this moment, his eyes were blood red, his face was not as elegant and calm as usual, and there was more murderous, and his body was full of killing. His last conscience is about to disappear...

A baby's cry pulled him back from hell!

Liu Ping'an's expression was full of struggle and making painful choices in his heart. There was also the suzerain of Wangyue Gate in this place. This man must die. He quietly floated to a luxurious three-story house. At the moment he was about to enter the house, a loud shout.

"Who is coming?"

A strong martial arts spirit came towards him, flashing the attack like a ghost. A handsome middle-aged man also jumped out of the window of the house and said something to the house.

"Child's mother, take good care of the child, don't avenge me, remember."

Liu Ping'an was stunned, and his murderous intention couldn't help but decrease a little. At this time, the middle-aged man also saw Liu Ping'an, and his eyes flashed with fear, and then said to Liu Ping'an calmly, "Let go of those innocent people." After saying that, he refused on the spot.

Before he died, he looked at the room with nostalgia and died calmly. "Does he believe me?" Liu Ping'an couldn't help but hesitate.

He didn't think too much about this issue, but he was still a little curious and entered the room.

In her eyes was a half-aged middle-aged woman with a little frightened face and protected a five or six-year-old boy. The child couldn't see what was going on outside and kept asking his mother.

"Dad, is he all right? Mother, why are you shaking? Did the thief get away by his father?

Hearing such words, Liu Ping'an left here like a ghost. His heart was very confused, and his eyes were a little trance.

Perhaps, try to accept everything around you with an inclusive heart and try to treat everything with peace of mind. You always feel that you are losing the most real one and find the most real. Is it right to try to insist on doing one thing? He fell into confusion again, and chaos occupied his brain.

Liu Ping'an has always believed in his faith. Even if others say that he is a "thief" or a "disaster", he still watches the "light" in his heart and still firmly believes that most people in the world are good.

At this moment, he needs to vent. What does he need? Of course he wants to do something,

"The fist of catharsis!"

Fight towards the sky, although nothing can change now? Who can say clearly about the future?

Liu Ping'an thinks that he can always get lost. Although he is occasionally lost, although he is occasionally lost for some important sad things, he always ends up with the return of being lost. So he was proud of his loss and happy for his return, so that he was really lost at this time...