Vol 2 Chapter 47:

Chu Yunshu stretched out his hand slowly, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably, not knowing whether it was joy or something else.
Such tremors seemed to be followed by heartbeats, Chu Yunshu couldn't help holding his breath, and those scarlet eyes turned out to be as pure as a baby.
The joy of purity to the extreme, without the desire for impurity.
Just when the fingers were about to reach the hair, the calm devil in his eyes surged again.
Chu Shuangfeng's fingers penetrated his chest, crushing the sharp pain of the golden core connected to the soul, and was abandoned by the family that he used to protect with his life...
"I want the entire Chu family to disappear from the Anyang Middle Realm."
"I want every Chu family to die in pain and despair."
"I want to take the Chu family as a memorial to my enlightenment, and the Chu family will not be destroyed without asking the avenue."
There were blood and tears in Chu Yunshu's eyes. He and Chu Wuqing were enemies in their lives, they could only be enemies!
The son of the patriarch, the core clansman, and the peerless genius of the Chu family, no matter what identity he was, Chu Wuqing was completely opposed to him.
The filthy blood of the Chu family is flowing in his body. His words and deeds are the hallmarks of the Chu family. He is someone he can't touch for the rest of his life. If you don't kill him, you can't transform your spirits. If you don't kill him, you can't become enlightened.
But...why, why, I still want to stretch out my hand, why even the nun can do it, but I can't.
It seemed that an invisible sharp sword pierced Chu Yunshu's chest. This sting was not an ordinary pain of flesh and blood, but a hurt that pierced directly into the soul, and even his Daoji trembled.
Hatred and are intertwined, one is flame and the other is sea, but they are incompatible with each other.
His world has been filled with hatred, no room for anything else, no room for feelings.
Sunlight shining into will not bring salvation, but will only engulf the evil spirits in hell.
Chu Yunshu gathered up to the sky with his only mind, and the hand that wanted to touch Chu Wuqing was chopped off with his arm.
Although the cultivator can repair his body as long as he doesn't hurt the vital points, he still needs to pay a huge price, but Chu Yunshu's cut was extremely decisive.
It seems that only in this way can we cut off those false ideas, those unrealistic...
Chu Yunshu's devilish energy disappeared, and the whole person recovered Yueming and Qingqing, and his eyes on Chu Wuqing were as cold as ever.
The blood stains on the hollow sleeve tube did not affect his temperament at all. On the contrary, it set off his immortal and dusty temperament more and more solitary and decisive.
The shattered xylophone appeared in front of him, pieced together, this time there were no slender jade-white fingers slowly flicking the strings.
But the xylophone automatically played a mysterious and mysterious music.
Chu Yun let out some movement, causing fluctuations in spiritual power in the air, and a trace of demonic energy vented, making Xuanshan immediately notice!
When Xuanshan grabbed it with his right hand, Chu Wuqing was caught behind him, completely under shelter.
The solemnity appeared in Xuanshan's eyes, what a cultivation level this is, so close to Chu Wuqing, he didn't even notice it.
Could it be that the magic repair power from outside has entered the realm of cultivation?
"I don't care who you are. When you enter the small world, you can't think of going under my nose without any harm."
Hanging Mountain pointed to the void, "Thousands of mountains and valleys."
As soon as his words came out, as if an invisible law appeared from him, even the earth was trembling.
Countless rolling peaks came out in the air, like a miniature of a small world, letting the coercion of all things surrender fill a radius of ten miles.
Except for Chu Wuqing, who was protected by Xuanshan, everyone and everything trembled.
Even the peaks in the small mountain gate came to life in a trance, with a soul, exuding an air of surrender, surrendering to the true mountain peak.
"Suppression."
As soon as this statement came out, the phantom of the mountain peaks in the sky moved towards Chu Yunshu's place and suddenly pressed down.
This pressure, the air of extinction is overwhelming, and no creature can escape.
The author has something to say: Ah, the hotel called QAQ at 4 o'clock on the plane at 6 o'clock this morning, and then was blown wildly by the 10° cold wind in West Lake, frozen into popsicles, my feet cramped... Woo woo
There are only 1,000 words today, I have tried my best_(:з」∠)_.
Tomorrow QAQ will go to Suzhou... I won't go out this afternoon, let's write code words as much as possible to make up for today's shortness.