[Thunderbolt Tobacco City] Ren Pingsheng, Nine Layers of Smoke and Snow

The author has something to say: The most difficult thing is that we all know the ending, but how to explain the ending is really hypocritical.However, I finally figured out Wuhou's emotional changes towards Master, and I didn't get knocked down by that downfall, and the latrine opened, and the latrine opened~~~

And I don’t know if I have hinted clearly, the heartbeat that Dan Gong claimed to hear in the dream in the last chapter is actually Master!It's Master!It's Master!The master who hugged him to eat, drink and play since he was a child! !It's just that because of well-known reasons, Dan Gong placed it on Bie's head ==||||

Tantai Wuzhu dragged Shuang Yueke out of the prison, and rushed to Poyantai.

Because Shuang Yueke kept cursing and yelling all day long, complaining and annoyed all day long, she had already been acupointed on the Ya acupoint. Although it was not fatal, it would eventually hinder the circulation of blood vessels. Tai Wuzhu was restrained and staggered, his hairpins and temples were chaotic, and he was extremely sad.

Suddenly there is purple light approaching, the dragon howls chasing the sky, and a person comes with splendid clothes, dragging clouds and jade.

Tantai Wuzhu didn't expect that Bing Wang didn't wait, but met an acquaintance here, pushed Shuang Yueke a step away, sealed the acupoint with air, and then covered his face with a fan, his face full of helplessness.

"Mr. Zhu, goodbye to Shulou West Wind. See you for a long time."

"I don't want Long Shou to remember mere things."

"Meng Zhujun bestowed a work, and sometimes I often appreciate algae, how can I forget it? I saw the bamboo lord's dragon and phoenix posture, and it turned out that the hairpin was in the temple. It's a lot of disrespect in the past, please take care of this room." Zilongying Jingmang The skyrocketed, and the battle began instantly.

"Hey, each is their own master." Tantai Wuzhu held his fan behind him, with his plain sleeves fluttering, a pole of bamboo crossed out, and he raised his wrist lightly, showing off his beauty.

In an instant, the dragon swallowed the sun and fell to the sky with its tail, and the scattered leaves of green bamboos lifted the clouds.

The green front sweeps across, Tantai Wuzhu collects a clear and pure aura, the murderous wind is contained in the outstanding fairy posture, and the illusion of bamboo shadows shaking and falling, and the faint breeze supporting the wind.

After pushing and dismantling more than a dozen moves, Long Su secretly thought that this person's sword style is refined and strange, exquisite and smooth, with a sense of painting, which is very similar to the style of the palace, but the moves have obviously undergone precipitation, and there is no hindrance in advancing and retreating, and they can be retracted freely. wonderful.He knew right away: If he unleashes his moves slowly, it won't take more than a hundred rounds, and it will be difficult to catch the opponent.He originally intended to fight quickly, so he used the opportunity of the two swords to slash each other and each retreated to motivate his inner yuan, and cut through the heavy sword formation in the air. For a while, the heavy clouds rolled over him, spreading like a cover, and the muffled thunder clattered, Implied infinite oppression.

Shuang Yueyue is the biggest bargaining chip in Yandu at the moment, and Tantai Wuzhu naturally cannot afford to lose. Seeing this scene, she tossed the bamboo sword, calmed down, opened her narrow, long and cold eyes again, and raised her hand to catch it. With a wave, the bamboo leaves fluttered and swept across, straight into the sky, it was a gesture of care.

Shuang Yueke couldn't speak, but saw the purple electricity and blue light fighting each other, the wind and clouds were surging, the earth was cracking and the mountains were avalanche, nothing could resist.

Shaoyan escaped from the chaotic and incomprehensible battle situation, and rushed towards her. She looked intently, and saw that it was Long Su, with a happy expression on his face.

But just when Long Su was about to hold her back, a row of green bamboo broke through the ground with a few swishes, separating the two of them.Long Su turned around to dodge, but he didn't know that there were more thin bamboos slanting out, one after another, each stick was pierced like a sharp arrow, forcing him to dodge and turn all the way, Li Binglou Princess walked slowly drifting away.

Bamboo is the toughest, if it is broken, it will become stronger, and if it is bent, it will straighten again.He also hides in the formation of Qimen Dunjia, and if he breaks in rashly, his life is in danger.Tantai No Bamboo occupies a high place, leaning on the green bamboo, looking at it with a fan, it is just waiting for work with ease.

Long Su felt impatient, and with a move of "Purple Dragon Rolling Raging Waves", he broke through the bamboo and left, the lightning burned out, and the ground was in a mess, and those broken bamboo stumps were very sharp, they were waved by others, rushing towards him, A steady stream of people is being held back.

The two fought at one place, and the fight was full of pen and ink, but suddenly they heard that the smoke was full of green people, and their voices shook the sky.Both of them are smart people, and they felt that there was a change in their hearts, so they gave up together and looked away.

Even if there is chaos outside, the soft red ten feet away is still full of crimson mantles and warm smoke.

Gong Wuhou combed her hair in front of the mirror, picked up the long hair with a comb, and combed it strand by strand. She didn't notice that Zhu Han was scratching his ears and cheeks with his rich silver-appliquéd cloak, sweating profusely.

Zhu Han was very worried. He came to Yandu when he was young, and it was hard to see him even when it was snowing. He could only imagine himself being frozen into a lump of ice lumps. How to deal with this mess?I was so frightened that I couldn't stop jumping like I was standing on burning coals.

"Don't panic, the place where the smoke tower is located is the king's vein of the smoke capital, and it won't be here until the whole smoke is buried in the snow. Besides, the curse of freezing will last for a long time, and it may take a long time before it will come up." Gong Wu Then he said slowly.

Seeing that Zhu Han stopped combing his hair, he didn't continue to move, and sat in front of the mirror, looking at the shadow, he almost fainted. "My lord! I'm so impatient, why are you still so leisurely? Master Nishinomiya has already sent someone to urge you twice!"

"However, it would be nice to really bury all the smoke. Don't you think that smoke is the root of all evil?"

Zhu Han was so frightened by the crazy words that his face turned pale: "Young master!"

"Zhu Han..." Gong Wuhou suddenly changed his expression subtly, "Do you hate Yandu?"

Zhu Han was frozen by this sudden question, as if he had touched some crease in his heart, a ignorant throbbing pain spread.

hate it?Zhu's family was not a citizen of Yandu. He was not born many years ago, and his family fled because of the turmoil in the martial arts. He happened to meet a Yandu man whom his father had treated, and followed that person to Yandu, and settled outside the world ever since.My father always said that after being a doctor for half his life, only Yandu has the best local atmosphere, and the potency of the medicinal herbs grown is much better than that of other places in the misery, so Yandu gave him the impression that he was not disgusted, but a very spiritual place. It seems that jade can be dug out from any hill, and pearls can be picked from any river.

Like it?Of course it's not worth it.I thought they lived in Taoyuan, but I didn't expect that Yandu would also fight, and my father died because of this, and I couldn't even find the bones.His heart was sore and painful, and the ordinary years of more than ten years had turned into a bucket of cold ice poured on his head. Apart from shrinking into a ball and trembling, he really had no power to fight back against this fate.

So this question was thrown to him, and he didn't know how to answer it.He was full of sadness and grievance, and tears were about to come out of his eyes again.

When he came to a corner, he instinctively went to find the only person who could give him companionship.

But when he raised his head, he saw that his master was also looking at him. His eyes were complicated and complicated, like a riddle that he would never expect to be able to guess, but his eyes were peaceful, and there was even a little bit of pity in his eyes, as if They are two lonely travelers in the world who share the same disease and pity each other. They have traveled asceticly and met so far.

The two people who get along day and night seem to know each other at this moment, and Zhu Han suddenly feels an unknown joy.

Finally, he shook his head firmly: "I don't hate it. Because Zhu Han has a son here."

Poyantai was originally a scenic spot in the city of tobacco, and the magnificent scenery of "ten scenes in a moment" has always been a repertoire for entertaining distinguished guests in Yanlou.When Zhenyue was frozen and the smoke disappeared, there were only bare mountains and rocks left, and the mountains were full of scars.However, the people in the flustered Yanlou had no time to take care of it, and Gu Ye was vast. The steepness of this strange peak became a barrier for them to avoid the severe cold, but it was also their cage: once they climbed to the top, there was no way out except to ascend to the sky and leave the ground.I don't know how the Grandmaster and the others forced the Ice King back?

Xigong Diaoying sits in the center and assigns the Anting branch to guide the crowd. At the same time, he is worried that his junior brother has not moved for a long time, the whereabouts of the great master is still unknown, and he has nowhere to go... There is no trace on his face. He didn't reveal it, but in fact, his soul was anxious, and it became difficult to breathe.When the overall situation here in Poyantai was decided, he thought about it, and then wanted to run towards Ruanhong Shizhang.

Just after taking two steps, I suddenly heard the sound of a flute.Everything was in a state of turmoil and restlessness just now, and it was only when it became quiet that it was noticed.The sound of the flute is mournful, sharp and piercing, implying a deep internal force, shocking the whole area.So Zhenwu was furious, Teng Liu danced, everything was gone, and everything was frozen.

He followed the sound and looked back, it was Xuanming.

And not far in front of the Ice King, a plain-colored figure was distorted in the blowing snow all over the sky.

The blood all over his body froze instantly.

Although he lost all his skills, his eyesight is still there, he can clearly see every movement of that person, when Kunwu rises, his wrists are twirling, and when the Qingfeng is gone, the essence of the five elements sweeps the ground, and the sky and thunder return to the sky , the ice curse was immediately frustrated, and the wild white and new green were bounded by this, stalemate on the horizon.

The people around him saw that his expression was different, and followed his line of sight.

Then more people saw the back figure who was almost fighting against the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

"...It's the great master..." Someone murmured.

It's like waiting for the dawn for a long time.Everyone started whispering and sighing in amazement, and immediately, everyone was vying to see this miracle.

Xigong Diaoying almost came out of her body, and suddenly accelerated and ran down the mountain.

Halfway through the journey, a person suddenly appeared diagonally, stretched out an arm, and blocked him by the waist.

He was no match for that man, but he still stared straight down the mountain, like a fish strayed into a net in the deep sea, hoping to break free from those who blocked his way.

"So what if you go like this!" the man snapped.

Nishinomiya Diaoying lost his strength and looked at him in confusion.

Gong Wuhou took out Zhu Han who was behind him and threw it to him: "This kid insists on following me, so please help me watch for a while." After speaking, she turned around holding the sword and left.

Xigong Diaoying's heart was in a mess, and she cried out: "No queen!"

Gong Wuhou turned her head to look at him, her expression was indifferent and unfathomable, Xigong Diaoying was not sure at all.

"Can't Xigong believe that there is no queen?" He said with sarcasm.

——Naturally, I can't believe it, the two of them fought yesterday.Xigong Diaoying's eyes were cold and cold, and he naturally thought of the scene of the Great Master's horrific fame and fame when he was in retreat.But the only difference is that now he has completely lost the ability to stop it.

Gong Wuhou didn't intend to wait for him to admit or deny it, so she went straight down the mountain.

For the first time, Nishinomiya Diaoying felt that he had never really understood this junior.Of course, he doesn't think that Wuhou at this time has let go of his hatred and obsession, and he doesn't think there is any sufficient reason for him to give up this good opportunity, even if the end is that everyone is buried here, and even throws Zhu Han to himself, he He also didn't think that this servant boy could be used to restrain Dan Gong.He calculated the weight on the steelyard in Wuhou's heart one by one, and everything was so clear, but he couldn't see the bottom of everything.The minds of the two of them are completely different from each other.

He looked at the only dazzling red in the clear corner of the frosty sky, and all he could see clearly was that determined figure and gorgeous brocade clothes, rising and falling on the cold stone steps, causing waves and ripples, step by step, if stepping on On the drumbeat of a piece of music and dance, step on the song and walk.

Only Gong Wuhou knew how difficult every step he took was.When he woke up from sleep, it seemed as if he had passed away, his whole body was smooth, his veins flowed smoothly, his qi circulated in the sky, and he also benefited from another level of kung fu for no reason.But at this time, his feet were sunken like muddy feet, and he had exhausted his strength just walking steadily all the way.It seems that what he has walked is not a road, but all the worries and heaviness from birth to this point.

The master of all his nightmares has come into his sight.The silver line of frost and snow was just a few steps away in front of him, steadfastly moving forward amidst the urgent urging sound of the flute, sometimes stopped for a moment by the shock of the bang and lightning, and then rushed forward intensified under the command of the flute sound.

A Kunwu handle steadily resists and delays all catastrophes. The blue edge is like a rainbow, and the blood is not exhausted. It winds down along the blade of the sword.Even if Yunyuan is annexed, it will take time to mellow before it can be truly used by oneself. Now forcibly borrowing the power of Nine Heavens Yingyuan to restrain the prestige of Mingming Jixue, even a generation of grandmasters can only use blood to borrow energy and use energy to act Yuan.

Taking action at this time would not be more difficult than executing a butterfly.

However, looking at that figure from a distance, he felt that all his thoughts were beginning to falter, and his whole body was full of flaws.

His life seems to have entered a strange circle, and after he walked again and again, he walked back to the same fork in the road at the foot of Luofu Mountain that night, forcing him to choose one of the two, left or right.What is even more unfortunate is that this time there is no Nishinomiya Diaoying to help him choose.

He is occupying the most powerful reason in the world, but he has to force himself to admit again and again: facing the only person in the world that he can't let go, when things come to an end, he can't get angry or let go hand, the reason is extremely ridiculous - there is no reason at all.

Be it the present moment or the snow dance on the Yulong Terrace, the ancient mausoleum stands upright with smoke and swords, just like a gathering of celestial lights in Kunshan, watertight.Looking around the mountains and looking at all eyes, he occupies all the time and people's attention, and in the center of this mighty stage, he is forced to get involved in the palace without a queen, betting.

He is probably the best gambler in the world. Every time, he bets all the chips he won before, buys and leaves, waits for the start, and gambles all the way without losing a single loss.

The current outcome is too disparate: he is sitting on a mountain and river, and no one of him can escape the gift of Yandu, even his life.

Helpless, willing to gamble and admit defeat, Gong Wuhou has no choice but to lose to him and turn to bully the weak.

Xuanming clan is also betting, Guling Shiyan has retreated a lot today, fought for a long time, and forcibly circulated Yunyuan to fight against him, it is already showing signs of decline, just a little later, a little later...

He saw the blood-red blade piercing his body.

That's the ruthlessness and precision that only cold-blooded animals can have. I don't know how many people's blood has been stained on this blade, so that the swordsman can kill him with a backhand blow even with his back turned, without even feeling any extra pain.

Just a little bit.He hasn't met the person he wants to see, just a little bit.

The flute of the ice sculpture paused, and then slid out a vibrato.

Then the jubilant sound waves that were higher than the other mountains filled the mountains, quickly covering up all the movements in this square inch.

Gong Wuhou twisted her wrist lightly, and drew back her long sword, Guling Shiyan was also returning to her sheath, so the two swords blossomed side by side.

Zhu Hong's sword moves lightly, and Gong Wuhou has always carefully crafted every movement. Even when she draws the sword, she dances like flowers and blossoms. In addition, the sword body is adorned with jade and pearls, which is even more radiant and bright.

Baidai Kunwu is a heavy ancient sword, and was passed by people with ease, the wind is not startled, the dust can't rise, keeping a low profile, trying to argue without words.Simplified actions that can no longer be simple, but can dominate everything.

The two are teachers and apprentices, looking at each other silently.It's nothing more than the master's chances of winning, waiting for a victory that came as promised; it's nothing more than the apprentice once again following the master's will to perfectly perform this rivalry, classic repertoire, familiar by heart, what else can I say?

Guling Shiyan's pupils seemed to have a wind crossing the five mountains, and he looked at Gong Wuhou without blinking.

The first impression Gong Wuhou had of him was about these eyes. When she first saw them when she was young, she felt that these eyebrows were so exquisite and beautiful, but when she looked deeper, she saw that the eyes were sharp, like knives and cones. Terribly frightened, I hid behind my senior brother in a panic. After 20 years of hard work, he gradually lost sight of that sharpness, and these eyes became more and more like jade raised in water, with a moist and lustrous halo like snow crystals and ice souls floating in them, but it was, after a long time, forgetting the emotion.

When he unconsciously let go of the hostility and resistance all over his body, and simply looked into those eyes, he saw such a clear figure of the palace without queen.

It turned out to be the case.

It's like spotting snow on a red furnace, suddenly supernatural powers, open mind, flying fairy in the daytime.Looking back on the years and years, the entanglements involved are really just like the master said, it is full of "little girl mood", naughty children playing around, making people laugh and generous.

In fact, Guling Shiyan's fate has long been in his hands.

He lowered his eyes and smiled. In his smile, it was the end of a thousand sails, the dispersal of the mist, and the enlightenment of the willows and flowers.

But in Gu Ling's eyes, this smile is too obscure, its depth is hard to guess, it's like a Buddha sighing while holding a flower.It's just that the brilliance gathered in Gong Wuhou's eyes again, he will never admit his mistake, it is still so straightforward to distinguish between life and death, life and death, a little cinnabar, ten years of fire.His master and his disciples always end badly.

Gong Wuhou put the sword aside, pulled a strip of snow satin from the top of her jacket casually, walked over, and took a hand as cold as the passing smoke of the ancient mausoleum, wrapped up the wound on the wrist, layer by layer, and tied it tightly. prison.

What a doomed injustice in previous lives, obsession with reincarnation of a hundred generations.

Xigong Diaoying breathed a long sigh of relief, covered in cold sweat, the wind blew, the freezing air invaded his body, he shivered violently, almost couldn't stand up, Zhu Han quickly supported him.

Looking from a distance, the two master and apprentice are quietly looking at each other across a short distance, as if seeing each other for the first time in life.

What flows slowly between the four eyes meets is just looking at each other without words, or it is a boundless bet.

He has no way of knowing.

The snow gradually receded, leaving thousands of jade shavings, which were still floating freely, and became the only sound he could perceive amidst the crowd, and it was also the only remaining connection between him and those two people at this moment.

Smoke is like haze, flowers are like illusion, life is like nightmare, death is like sleep.

All kinds of past are buried under their feet.

There is still a game to be won and lost, and there is still a puzzle to be solved, and it must be evenly matched, and it will not be a match until the smoke is cold and red.