Because at this moment, your heart is also entangled between good and evil, hovering at the crossroads of life, losing your purpose and direction.

Although you are nominally the apprentice of Hongmen Lightning Knife Hong Hui and a decent disciple of a famous family in the rivers and lakes, you are secretly involved with the Dijing Palace and do things for the Dijing Palace.

You are undergoing a torture of conscience.

In fact, there is no accurate answer to whether what we use to judge whether what a person does is righteous or evil.

It mainly depends on what you are doing and what you are fighting for when you are doing something.

It's like it's the same thing why you were born in this world, and it's very difficult to find out.

But if you give up on life because of this, of course, it's a very stupid thing, just like you give up the world because you're disappointed in yourself.

Hearing this, Jing Zhaomei's piano sound suddenly stopped, stood up from the protective barrier of the Star Coffin, and shouted loudly into the endless darkness of the Death Forest: "Who? Who are you?

There was silence all around, and the cold rain was silent.

Jing Zhaomei hugged the qin, stunned.

I don't know where the cold wind blew from, and suddenly blew the enchantment of the glass-like coffin of stars around Jing Zhaomei's body, and blew Jing Zhaomei's long hair.

When the wind passed, I saw a man walking out of the depths of the forest of death with his hands on his hands.

Although he walked slowly and lightly, his steps were firm.

The heavy rain that fell from the sky did not touch a drop on him.

His body was also protected by an invisible barrier.

Then, a bolt of lightning swung its long tail and suddenly streaked over the forest of death, from one side of the forest to the other.

With the light of the lightning, Jing Zhaomei saw the appearance of the person who came out.

A crescent-white linen robe, swaying slightly to a certain rhythm as he walked, looked a little dazzling in the obscure and bleak forest of death.

Although his body was moving, although he was slowly walking towards Jing Zhaomei, his body did not move, and his steps did not move.

His whole person seemed to float over slowly.

What a weird body, what a weird light skill, what a weird person.

However, what really surprised Jing Zhaomei was his face.

It was a face that was not handsome, but full of fortitude and determination, especially the long scar on his face that ran from his right forehead to his left chin.

The scar has even become his personal signature.

As long as they see this obvious scar, everyone in the rivers and lakes will unconsciously think of a person, Shang Tiandao, Shang Tiandao of the Hidden Sword Pavilion on Sword Island.

Seeing the sudden appearance of this person, Jing Zhaomei was suddenly startled, sandwiched the guqin under his right rib, and looked at the visitor: You are Shang Tiandao?

Shang Tiandao's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he stood there with his hands in his hands, but his eyes fell on the body of the outstanding man who was already dying in the coffin of the stars, and said slowly:

Shang Tiandao is just a name, my true identity is a friend of this little girl who was sealed in this coffin of stars by you, that's all.

Jing Zhaomei suddenly slammed the guqin sandwiched under the right rib on the ground, and at the end of the guqin that was erected there on his right hand, he snorted coldly in his nose and said:

What friends, what righteousness, in my opinion, are all hypocrisy, and even believing in one's parents and brothers is a very funny thing.

The reason why I want to seal her in this coffin of stars is because she worked so hard for the immortal phoenix, and she didn't understand the pain of grief and anger when betrayed by the most trusted person.

Rather than let her be deceived and used like this, it is better for me to give her a ride first, so that I can be a smart person in the next life.

Shang Tiandao looked at the leader who was sealed in the coffin of the stars, and his face suddenly trembled slightly, as if he had seen a familiar face in his memory.

However, he remained silent, looked at Jing Zhaomei and said: Actually, you are wrong, not what you did wrong, but what you think wrong.

The reason why you don't trust your friends, you don't trust your brothers, it's because you have ambitions. That's why your master, Hong Hui, was so harsh on you from the beginning.

And the palace master of Ogi Mirror Palace, who you once considered a good brother and good friend, will be so ruthless and unrighteous to you, am I right?

Jing Zhaomei's heart seemed to be right, looking at Shang Tiandao, he was suddenly startled, and said: You ...... How do you know these things?

Shang Tiandao said in a deep voice: It was your heart that told me. Although you Jing Zhaomei can be called the first wise person in the rivers and lakes in recent years, you can take a fancy to other people's hearts, but you can't see your own.

Jing Zhaomei suddenly stroked the strings, let out a low ding-dong, and sneered: "Hmph, my heart? My heart was already dead five years ago when I knew the true face of my master Hong Hui.

Speaking of this, he sat down slowly, just sat there, sat in the enchantment of the glass-covered coffin of stars that had reappeared, hummed the guqin on his lap, and said slowly:

I have long heard of the prestige of Shang Tiandao on Burial Sword Island, and I have even heard that Shang Tiandao has stayed in the Hidden Sword Pavilion on Burial Sword Island and has become a figure close to a god.

However, whether this rumor is true or false, hmph, now, let me personally confirm it by the sound of my Qingsi Yinqin Jing Zhaomei.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the rhythm of the guqin in his arms suddenly became compact and intense, like a river after a rain because of the surging tide of the river, violently hitting the embankment.

Just when the sound of the qin reached its climax, the strings of the guqin in Jing Zhaomei's arms suddenly stretched out, like seven ropes flying out.

The flying strings broke through the protective barrier of the coffin of the stars, broke through the unstoppable storm in the forest of death, and stabbed towards Shang Tiandao.

Now, this is not just seven simple strings, but a deadly weapon, a murderous arrow, and if any one of them is hit, there is a danger of being pierced through the heart.

The strings were like cursed demon snakes, stretching out their long fangs and claws, stabbing towards Shang Tian's sword.

Shang Tiandao was as calm as ever, the crescent-white robe was blown by the whistling wind brought by the strings when they flew, and where the robe passed, it dodged the fatal blow of the strings.

The seven strings that flew out were nailed to the tall and stout Leng Feng tree behind him.

However, before he could catch his breath, seven more strings came from under Jing Zhaomei's hand.

And these seven strings flew from another guqin.

And the owner of this guqin is also that Jing Zhaomei.

At this moment, two Jing Zhao Mei appeared in this Death Forest, and just the moment the strings flew out, two Jing Zhao Mei actually appeared in this Death Forest.

The two Jing Zhaomei were holding a guqin in their arms.

The two of them were gently stroking the qin, and then, with a stroke of their fingers, seven strings flew out, using completely different moves.