Chapter 83

When he was sure, he looked from a distance. The door hadn't opened yet.

He came too early. Qin'an hasn't got up yet. After all, Hong Jiang involuntarily came here early. It's not too bright.

Today, I am alone and clothed, abandoning the world.

Of course, all this is for the continuation of life, in order to really live!

No matter how strong a martial artist is, he can't escape accidents and deadlines.

And he looks good. Hong Jiang has come to an end!

He fought for most of his life, but he didn't expect to die for ten thousand years.

At this moment, his heart calmed down and seemed to forget his previous glory and sadness. Walk slowly, stand at the door and wait quietly.

"Ha, ah." Qin An yawned. He ate more last night, so he is a little lazy to move now.

"Hey, another quiet day!" after Qin An got up, he thought about the piano he had just made last night and couldn't wait to play it.

His zither skill is brilliant, ancient and modern, and he doesn't know what use it is.

It's just playing around. First, it can't make him stronger in this high martial world. Second, it can't trade for business.

In general, or chicken ribs!

A pile of waste attributes all ran to him.

After the Wanbao auction the day before yesterday, Gallo didn't look for him again. It seems that the painting is not good enough and people can't see it.

There's no way. He's tried his best. It's good if the other party doesn't bother him. Do you still want some money?

That's really a little whimsical.

Thinking that business is bad anyway, it's OK to open the door later.

Inside Qin'an, draw out a piano.

This is the best wood he collected. The carving is extremely smooth. The sandalwood red wood looks very elegant and has some luster.

There is a faint fluorescence on the string, which is tiansilk, a good material.

It is reasonable to say that only the western regions have the best products, but with the collection effect of "shaking ancient and modern", he found ordinary materials in deep mountains and forests, and then sublimated into this.

Weng

A voice sounded, the mood outside the door was low, and Hong Jiang, with a frown, suddenly contracted his pupils. The voice seemed to touch him somewhere and tremble all over.

Then, the sound like the sound of nature sounded, which could be heard in some places around.

"Where's master Qin playing the piano?" some shopkeepers around couldn't help but brighten their eyes. They haven't heard such music.

Like, the artistic conception of high mountains and flowing water is integrated into the sea, a tranquility and perfect integration into the troubled times.

It seems that all battles are like a game of chess, in which everyone plays a trivial piece.

For a time, there were many mixed feelings.

Hong Jiang even burst into tears. He remembered his glory. He defeated the thirteen Outlands. The battles in each domain were his great achievements.

Of course, there is sadness.

Under these brilliant achievements, they are piled up with thick bones.

War, always stepping under the corpse, holding the supreme glory, remembering the dead people.

He suddenly felt that it was meaningless. What did he get?

Just a glory, but countless innocent mortals died because of the struggle.

If a martial arts practitioner dies fighting, the dead party can only be regarded as too weak.

Because I decided to embark on the road of cultivation, I have to bear the consequences.

I should have thought about it long ago, so even if I die, it won't hurt. After all, it's your own decision.

But war is different. It is a struggle between sects and forces. In such a war, the dead are all martial arts practitioners who voluntarily become stronger and kill.

But what about him? Fight in Outland for the so-called peace.

For the sake of peace, we have to fill it up with force, but most of the innocent mortals do not want to participate.

But under the influence of the war, they are unwilling to turn into white bones.

Is this honor really of great significance? Is this cruel glory really what he wants?

Such a quiet Prelude brought him into deep thought, and the war behind reminded him of the past.

Lord Qin, are you reminding him of the past? Hong thought deeply and thought of this possibility.

After all, this unparalleled strong person always doesn't want to say it clearly, and gives advice in various intriguing special ways.

Is it difficult, Lord Qin, to instruct him?

Hong called it an excitement in his heart, but then he didn't dare to do it again and thought about it carefully.

What does this mean? Is it hard to say that he asked for all this?

If he doesn't fight everywhere, he won't provoke the strong of the ghost family, and naturally he won't end up like this.

He feels wrong now, but he doesn't regret it. If people regret what they have done, they can only fall into endless chagrin.

Suddenly, the sound stopped suddenly. Master Huang, who was listening with his eyes closed by the door of the next store, suddenly loosened his hammer and hit his feet. He immediately shouted in pain.

"Damn, damn, I'm so absorbed. But the shopkeeper Qin is really talented!" master Huang covered the soles of his feet and blew a few praises.

This man is a little mysterious. He is obviously a mortal without the breath of cultivation, but he lives unharmed in the shop where ghosts are suppressed.

He is always the same as ordinary people, which adds a bit of strangeness to him.

Hong Jiang stood in front of the door and wiped a handful of dried tears.

Creak... The door opened.

Qin An stretched his waist and came out without tying his pants.

Hong Jiang stared at the young man in front of him. He looked young, with some handsome face and very ordinary black hair.

Moreover, the clothes are also very simple, giving people a feeling of mystery and ordinary.

"Who are you!" Qin An was startled. He just opened his eyes and saw such a white haired old man with a broken beard, which was a little seeping.

The face of the other party seems to be that of a middle-aged man, but the wrinkles and white hair look a lot older and a little strange.

"Sir, help..." Hong Jiang just wanted to say, sir, help.

But then he thought that the other party was so simple in clothes that he must be a low-key strong man. If he moved out of the old compliment at this time, it might only make people disgusted!

In this case, it's better to change your mouth and cooperate.

Only a fool can tear down the stage of such a powerful person. Smart people can see through it without saying it. Cooperate.

"Shopkeeper Qin, I don't know if there's anything else for sale?" Hong Jiang suddenly smiled, a little stiff.

Qin An frowned. Although this man is a little strange, he should be a customer, that is God!

"It's a guest, disrespectful. This way, please." Qin An stretched out his hand and smiled.