Flying Thunder God of Douluo Continent

Chapter 161 Returning on a Snowy Night ([-])
Cao Bailu first escaped from the enemy's siege by using the Flying Thunder God technique, but due to the frequent use of soul power, Cao Bailu's soul power reserve has already bottomed out.

However, Cao Bailu continued to move forward.

With the momentum of the sword coming out of the box, he rushed towards the man wearing glasses leaning on the sword.

The man obviously didn't expect Cao Bailu to attack him back, but after thinking about it, even if an auxiliary system soul master attacked in front of him, so what?

Even if he has a weird attack method, so what?
Six soul rings surrounded his body behind him, and at the same time, at this moment, the first and fourth soul rings were lit up.

In addition to a few extremely lethal wind blades, a swirling wind vortex that can interfere with vision appeared in the midair. This wind vortex seemed to attack Cao Bailu consciously!

Cao Bailu's eyes are sharp, and he dodged in mid-air with his nimble movements, but he was at the end of his strength.

Under the triple effects of the wind wall, wind blade and wind vortex, Cao Bailu's movable space is gradually decreasing.

If he doesn't take corresponding countermeasures, then he may have to explain here today.

However, Cao Bailu still marched towards the enemy with a fearless gaze and a straight-forward momentum.

Soul power has bottomed out.

Success or failure is here.

Cao Bailu took a breath of sword intent, held the saber loose, and flew forward.

He squeezed the Immortal Dao Jue with his fingers, took a mouthful of autumn water from the autumn water lake, and hung his body upside down for more than a few feet!
The man with the eyes obviously didn't expect this to happen, and was about to think about countermeasures.

However, at this moment, Cao Bailu moved again.

Life and death fight, this trip, either he dies, or the enemy dies.

The Art of Flying Thunder God, instant cast.

Cao Bailu had already appeared behind the enemy.

The sword intent is full, and the sword energy is full.

Dao Song will drink blood.

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"Senior Nian, one last question," Oscar said slowly, looking into Nian Pingsheng's eyes.

On a snowy day, beside the tea stove in the house, the two had been talking for a long time.

"Please tell me," Nian Pingsheng was naturally willing to tell everything without saying anything.

"I want to ask Senior Nian,"

Oscar took a deep breath before saying, "If."

"is it possible,"

"The soul of a foreign land can live in the homeland,"

This sentence, to be honest, is quite convoluted.

It's a very cloudy question.

Since it is already a soul in a foreign land, how can it be a homeland?
This is bizarre in itself.

However, Nian Pingsheng didn't care about it, but began to think carefully about this issue.

After a long time, fine sweat even appeared on the cheeks.

"I can't answer that question,"

Nian Pingsheng said regretfully.

"It's all right," Oscar said with a little regret, "I just had a whim, and it's not a big problem."

Nian Pingsheng would not be stingy with any words to praise Cao Bailu's proud student in front of him.

Even if this person almost killed Cao Bailu, although Nian Pingsheng didn't know this.

Oscar is obviously a master of the different scholarly paths of the various factions, and he cannot even be called a Confucian scholar.

In him, there is the Confucianism and elegance of a Confucian scholar, the decisiveness and ruthlessness of a Legalist scholar, and the exhaustive strategy of a political strategist.

Of course, there are many more.

The most important thing is that he can combine all these originally contradictory and even contradictory knowledges, so that these knowledges look like a whole.

This is the most rare.

In fact, for a split second, Nian thought that it was not Oscar that he was chatting with, but the boy named Cao Bailu.

"Senior," Oscar took a sip of warm tea and said with a smile, "It's getting late, so I'll take my leave first, and I hope we can contact you more in the future."

After all, he stood up straight and prepared to leave.

As the master, Nian Pingsheng naturally wanted to give it away.

"No need to give it away, Senior Nian,"

However, it was logically blocked.

It was snowing heavily, and Oscar lifted his long hair, as if everything was the same as before.

When Cao Bailu was still there, he also wondered, as a teacher, what would be the use of the knowledge he taught?Can it be replaced by the power of a soul master?Can it be exchanged for the capital of survival?

Cao Bailu answered him like this at the time.

"Knowledge may not make your life better,"

"But maybe at some point in the future, you'll thank yourself for working so hard in the past,"

Oscar didn't understand at the time.

To be honest, I don't really understand it now.

He lit a pipe, and what was inside was Xixuan Zhengzong's burning heart.

"Snow day..."

Oscar looked up at the sky, and smiled absently.

"Should have been a good season for the dead,"

If there were no accidents, he would have already trampled the land of Xiliang under his feet.

"Is not it?"

His leaving figure was dragged very long by the wind and snow.

Very lonely.

He probably understands the feeling of not having a hometown.

After he entered Xixuan, he was no longer Oscar, even if he didn't want to admit it.

So, what is Xixuan to him?What is Douluo Dalu to him?
No one could give him an answer.

Maybe Cao Bailu could, but it was impossible for him to tell Oscar.

Oscar finally understood why Cao Bailu liked being alone by the moonlight so much.

Because he gradually began to like it.

There is a saying well.

The hometown cannot accommodate the flesh, so there is a foreign land and a distant place.

There is no room for the soul in a foreign land, so there is a hometown and moonlight.

Is he Oscar?

Yes.

Then is he Oscar who was born and raised in Douluo Continent?

Yes, no.

This is the saddest part.

Look.

Snow country scenery, flying goose feathers.

On the thick snowy road, several continuous footprints were stepped on by those who left.

Oscar is traveling.

He was alone in the snow.

Like a lone god.

(End of this chapter)