Outside Maplewood City, which was like a ghost town, Fang Qiang was silent for a long time.
He finally understood why Jiang Wang brought him here.
She was tearing open her scars and exposing her bloody pain for him to see. He wanted him to understand that he was not the only one who had experienced desperate situations in the world.
He once stared into the abyss, but someone else was in the abyss.
When he stopped and sank into self-destruction.
Someone still chose to move forward.
For a very long time, his master had been his god, his faith, and his pillar of support.
When the battle ended in a hurry, his master, who had tested the sword in the world and was invincible in Dongzhen, died in front of him.
His god had fallen, and his sky had collapsed.
He was also a high-spirited young sword cultivator, but he could not recover from the setback and was decadent until today.
He went to some places and experienced some people and things, but he could not be moved or understood. He always faced everything dejectedly. He did not have any expectations for this world and muddled through.
"Life is meaningless." "It's useless no matter how hard you try."
These words were his catchphrase. It was his ravings and also his demonic barrier.
Meeting Jiang Wang was a coincidence. At first, he was too lazy to move, so he chose to stay in the mining area.
He admitted that the battle to protect Qingyang Town had ignited a long-lost excitement in him. He admitted that Hu Shuanzi's death had shown him what it meant to work hard in vain but willingly. He admitted that the little boy who wanted to eat eggs had made him suddenly willing to take on a little responsibility.
He admitted that Jiang Wang was a very hardworking cultivator and a very excellent young man.
But those feelings could only last for a short moment.
He always felt that. The reason why Jiang Wang could work so hard was that he did not realize where the boundaries of life were. Hard work is a meaningless thing. The reason why Jiang Wang could be so persistent was that he had not seen real despair.
He envied that kind of young man's mind, but that was all.
However …
The large area in front of him that was half in the Netherworld clearly told him that he was not the only one who encountered despair in this world.
This was Jiang Wang's hometown. He was born here, grew up here, and lived here.
It could be said that Jiang Wang's previous life was buried here. Yet, even with such a heavy burden on his shoulders, he still walked forward with his back straight and his chest held high.
Speaking of the word "despair".
Jiang Wang was facing a rising country. It was a huge force that had two Ascendant Gods and the King of Dong Zhen.
Back then, Jiang Wang was only a seventeen-year-old young man. His lifespan was limited, and his cultivation was limited. He had no master teacher or heritage to speak of … Who could possibly see hope in him?
However, Jiang Wang never gave up. He traveled tens of thousands of li by himself, leaving his home to wander the world. One man and one sword, trudging all the way until now.
What if he moved forward?
He had mastered the top sword techniques of the Flying Sword Era. He had an unparalleled Flying Sword. Before his master died, he had sealed everything he had learned in his life into his Sea of Consciousness.
During those days where he tested the swords all over the world, his master had brought him to see thousands of mountains and rivers, and he had seen countless strange techniques. It could be said that his master had spared no effort in cultivating his vision and improving his outlook.
Compared with Jiang Wang, he had so much. He clearly had more possibilities …
But he chose to give up!
Standing in front of the ghost realm in the human world, he seemed to hear his master's voice again. It was the voice that he didn't dare to recall, but it appeared in his dreams again and again.
"Only my way of the sword, there is no retreat. In heaven and earth, only I am invincible! Move forward, remember your name! "
How did he answer at that time? How could he forget it later?
"Hehe, I cut through the path of life and death with one sword. Who in the human world is worthy of me turning back? Master, watch carefully. In less than a hundred years, I will be at the top! "
Was it because that god-like man was too powerful, or because his dream was crazy and his sword heart was fragile?
Unconsciously, Move forward had tears streaming down his face!
When he was guarding Qingyang Town, he wanted to stand up. When Hu Shuanzi died, he was willing to show his talent. When the little boy said that he wanted to eat eggs, his flying sword was whistling!
But what was it that made him stop when he took a step forward, and hesitate when he moved forward?
He turned around without warning and suddenly bowed deeply to Jiang Wang. "Jiang Wang, I want to thank you. At the same time, I want to thank you with sincerity and despicableness. You made me see myself clearly. You made me see how I have always avoided and retreated. When you stand in front of me, my soul feels ashamed. You are like a mirror that reflects my weakness. "
Jiang Wang didn't avoid him. He only looked at him and said, "So have you thought about your future?"
Move forward straightened and then lay down. Like a tree that had been cut down, he lay upright in front of the Life Memorial Tablet. "Let me sleep here. Maybe I will have an answer when I wake up."
Jiang Wang didn't ask why. He knew that Move forward had sunk for so long. He needed a period of privacy to reflect, sort out the past, and then set out again.
He only nodded and then turned around without consulting anyone.
This was the old territory of Maplewood City. It was also called the "Maplewood Ghost Region" by people. Normally, no one would come here. If Move forward slept here, he wouldn't be easily disturbed.
And it just so happened that he also had a place he wanted to go.
The two closest cities to the "Maplewood Ghost Region" were three mountains and one was Wangjiang. One was southeast of Maplewood City, and the other was southwest.
Jiang Wang had been to Tri-Mountain City and Wangjiang City. He had some friends in Tri-Mountain City and some enemies in Wangjiang City.
But whether it was friends or enemies, they probably didn't know that he was still alive.
No matter how glorious he was in Qi, this was the Western Region. Most people only cared about those famous top experts, and rarely cared about the geniuses limited to a certain place.
After all, geniuses didn't always grow up.
Leaving the Life Soul Stele covered in ugly engravings, and Xiang Xian, who was already in a deep sleep, Jiang Wang headed southwest alone.
He didn't choose to go to Three Mountains City to see his old friends, but the reason he went to Wangjiang wasn't because of enemies.
His inner palace had been completed long ago, but he didn't inscribe instant Dao techniques. He had created the Eight Tones Flame Sparrow and the Explosive Flame Sparrow himself. They didn't need to occupy this position and could be used in battle in time. It wasn't that easy to obtain an A-grade mid-grade Dao technique that matched his Inner Palace cultivation.
Jiang Wang's plan was to use Dao techniques with potential and expend a lot of energy to deduce them on the Dao Development Platform.
In Wangjiang City, there was a Dao technique that left a deep impression on him. It was called the Rotten Wood Art.
In the battle of the Three Cities Dao Discussion, a young man called Fu Baosong from Wangjiang City's Dao Academy relied on this technique to fight Lin Zhengren.
This Dao technique was only a B-grade superior-grade Dao technique, but it broke Lin Zhengren's A-grade inferior-grade Green Python Twist in battle. It undoubtedly had outstanding potential.
Jiang Wang was actually interested in this Dao technique at that time. Later, he even asked the Dao Academy's instructor when he could learn this Rotten Wood Art. However, he was told that this Dao technique was the unique secret technique of Wangjiang City's Dao Academy's dean. Thus, he could only give up.
But now, Jiang Wang was no longer a member of the Dao Academy.
He didn't need to follow the Dao Academy's rules, and he only hated Zhuang Ting.
Thus, he wanted to try asking for it.
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