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

The author has something to say: Fifth Aunt, I am sorry for you!I was obviously caught by the wind emblem, but I have been stuck on your date with the master. I have no choice but to send your two nephews to the rescue, and ran out crying.

Because I don't like the setting for a rainy day in the original work!So I used the money paid by the master to beat the horse hanging and built a new location.After the filming is over, we can still travel.

Hey, this time it's finally Nishinomiya's turn to write poems. Although I wanted him to adopt the style of His Majesty Cao Pi, but it didn't work out. The main reason is that the author's level is limited. !

And, it's too sweet! !You two stop! !I can't stand it! ! !Hurry up and abuse me back! ! !

The Shuojian Pavilion stands out from a towering strange rock and faces a wide open space. Based on this, it has a good view when watching and discussing swords, so it is named "Shuojian Pavilion".The sound of the Lingling spring can be clearly heard at the foot of the south side, and the rocks in the shade are staggered, with sharp edges and corners, which imitates the shape of the emperor's sword in "Zhuangzi" and "Speaking of Swords" "circling around the Bohai Sea and carrying Changshan". .Looking up and looking around, there are densely planted pines, bamboos, maples and maples, the first sun sets, and the scenery of the four seasons dances in spring and autumn.

But at this time, there is more smoke and willows supporting the wind, creating chaos.

Liu Fengcui sat in the Sword Talking Pavilion, frowning habitually, watching Zhiliu and Feiliu team up against Gongwuhou under the pavilion.Bursts of cyclones rushed around, blowing his crane cloak and flying freely, rich in immortal bones.

After a vicious fight with the Demon Buddha, the two were seriously injured, and they basically recovered within ten days of treatment.The one who treated them was Gong Wuhou's servant boy, who was wandering around with Jingping Feiliu that day, when he walked around to the Shuojian Pavilion, he happened to see Zhu Hongyan rising and silver flowers reflecting the sun, the servant boy couldn't move, he was stunned It was by citing scriptures and slobbering to praise his master to the sky, which attracted Fei Liu to be so competitive that he broke in with his sword.The two fought for dozens of rounds, and it was hard to tell which was the best. Fei Liu called the two senior brothers who had found here for help, claiming that "the highest profound meaning of Daozhen's lineage is the sword formation".Liu Fengcui listened to Fei Liu's voice calling, mourning everywhere, disfigured and suffering from headaches, so she pushed Zhi Liu to deal with it.

"Looking at the stretched postures of the two senior brothers in Daomen, and the smooth flow of energy, they should be recovering from their injuries. You can let go of the heart that has been hanging around for so long, senior." Xigong Hanging slowly climbed up to the gazebo with his sleeves wrapped around his sleeves, and joined Liu Fengcui Watch side by side.

Liu Fengcui stood up holding the fan, and bowed straightly: "Fei Liu is the most frivolous and aggressive, if he is rude, I beg the master to forgive me."

Xigong Diaoying hurriedly returned the gift: "You are too polite, how dare Xigong Diaoying do it. I think it will be beneficial to the recovery of the two sick bodies like this. My junior brother is purely a martial idiot. It doesn't make sense, but I still have to ask seniors to forgive him for being rude and slow in the past few days."

While talking, Zhu Han served tea, and the two sat together, drinking tea and watching the sword.

This competition was just to let the two patients relax their meridians and activate their meridians, and strengthen their bodies, so Gong Wuhou deliberately restrained her sharpness, but Liu Fengcui still let Liu Fengcui see that the soft and light fur can only be polished if it is carefully polished. Some fluent sword moves and finesse have changed, because they said: "I have seen Yandu Dangong martial arts, and I can already stand alone in the world, and I am convinced. But I heard what the master said before, Yandu has never cared about world affairs, this time I am lucky to have a helping hand , is also an opportunity.”

Nishinomiya Diaoying responded eloquently: "Senior, the word 'chance' is very clever. Indeed, earlier, this junior was greatly favored by Senior Yinzi. This time, I was ordered by my master to 'prepare for a rainy day' to take care of the manor's chores. On the way, I happened to meet the Demon Buddha. Serious trouble. Although the city of smoke is so small, although it is powerless to resist the catastrophe of the world, Nishi Gong Diaoying still understands the truth of repaying kindness. Although the junior brother is invincible, fortunately he rescued the two. It just so happens that the servant boy of the junior brother is quite knowledgeable in medicine , this is a beautiful thing.”

These days, there is no reason to do bad things, but there is always an excuse to do good things.

Nishigong Diaoying carried Chi Yinzi out, she was not afraid of you to investigate, she was justified, but Zhu Han could only laugh with a guilty conscience after hearing this.That day when they brought the two Taoist priests back, Xigong Diaoying pushed him out with an elegant smile on his face: "It just so happens that this child is the only son of a famous doctor in Yandu, and the injuries of the two Taoist priests can be safely entrusted to him." Let’s do it.” He broke out in a cold sweat: Although his father is really good at rejuvenation, his skills are really worthy of his ancestors, basically at the level of being able to cure a cold into tuberculosis.But Xigong's left hand was resting on his vest, it was so powerful that he couldn't shirk it, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and open it.The journey was difficult and tortuous, and the two of them were given needles and drugs by him, and they had a lot of tricks.

Liu Fengcui heard him speak modestly and elegantly, his voice is smooth, and he is dressed in light clothes, but he has inherited the ancient and exquisite uniform system, Sufu Zhuying, Peiyu general, looking at him has the style of a national scholar.Occasionally, when Songtao passed by, there was a faint fragrance of medicine, and the person under the unique loose robe of Yandu looked thinner, but not weak.I don't know why, but it's a word that makes people want to believe it.He thought about it for a while, and felt that the overall situation was settled, there was no need to grow branches and vines, and he should go back to Liuyunjian first, so he nodded slightly and said: "I know that life and death are one, but Yandu is really a great kindness to my three brothers. Dare to say thank you, I have been bothering you for a few days, and I am also concerned about the outside world, I will return today, and I will help Sanliu in the future, even if I die."

Xigong Diaoying did not pretend to try to persuade her to stay, she generously agreed: "Senior thinks of the world, and Xigong Diaoying admires him very much, so I should send him off."

Over there, the sword debate is in full swing, Fei Liu and Zhi Liu are reluctant to form an formation, but they cooperate seamlessly, one shouts and the other responds, the willow wind flutters under the sword, huddles in front of them, and Liu Feng's emerald green long hair is also blown lightly Lightly fluttering: This situation makes people dare not recall how Zhiliu and Feiliu were going to die at any time that day.

Seeing his expression moved, Xi Gong Diaoying couldn't help sighing: "Although the Taoist sect emphasizes forgetting each other, but the seniors are also brothers and teachers, and the brotherhood of the same sect is more intimate than ordinary families."

Liu Fengcui said modestly: "Three willows are not talented, but I am lucky to see two jades." Then he said seriously, "The three of us are inseparable, how can we sing in front of a dead body..."

As soon as this conversation started, the two of them unknowingly began to write a long story, with small words and big righteousness, and daily trivial matters, it was like mountains and rivers, and they hated seeing each other late.

"... For a senior brother, the most painful thing is that the junior brother is disobedient; the most painful thing is that there are two disobedient junior brothers."

"According to the humble opinion of the juniors, the most painful thing for seniors is that even though there is only one junior, they can't beat them."

Hearing this, he was startled, fell into deep thought, and finally nodded in agreement.

Although "Prepare for a Rainy Day" is known as a place where Yandu retreats, its scale is vast, and there is no trace of the abjection and panic that should be experienced when fleeing. The ancient trees are deeply hidden, the buildings are half exposed, the courtyard is deep, and the curtains are light.Xigong Diaoying and Gong Wuhou lived separately in the east and west pavilions of Huae Xianghui Building.At night, the cool breeze enters the house, and the moon is approaching like frost. The two gather in the study.

Xigong Diaoying casually flipped through a few pages of "The Legend of Gongyang", there was a sentence without a sentence, but saw that Gong Wu's writing on each page was like a snake, with a well-thought-out plan, a calm expression, and no words, he looked very casual The underworld god who alters life and death in the world.

Ever since the battle of the Ice King, Wuhou seemed to be a different person, the original resentment that was hysterical and wanted to break free anytime and anywhere was all relieved by him.He saw him silent or facing the enemy, with a smile on his lips, he heard him talking to himself, every word and every word, he saw him looking at himself, generally cold, but he couldn't feel where the intense emotions had gone.In the study room, the red wax is lit obliquely, the candlelight is erratic, and the stove is lit with the warm incense of tea, a puff of white smoke rises straight up, and all the light and shadow seem to be sucked into those eyes at last—it used to be a kind of cold and hot, but now it is exhausted. Hidden, gathered into a point deep in the pupil.Nishinomiya Diaoying suddenly felt that this kind of childlessness frightened him. This person who grew up with him and was as important as life, he no longer expected to understand.

The room was so quiet that only the rustling of pages could be heard.Suddenly a page of paper "swished" to Nishinomiya Diaoying's desk like some kind of strange hidden weapon. He reacted very quickly and received it with a touch of his left hand.

"How? Even if those two people's martial arts are ordinary, I can still write down Liu Tiansanqing's sword moves and positions intact." The next formula can be used to judge the best offensive and defensive trend, and then solve a complete sword manual.

Xigong Diaoying scanned the two lines, and said with a faint smile, "After all, the master's number one favorite student."

Gong Wuhou didn't take it seriously, just dipped the pen in the ink: "The first disciple of the Great Master is right in front of you, don't dare to make mistakes."

So all kinds of worries were crowded in his chest, Nishinomiya Diaoying suddenly felt a little discouraged, and said with a smile: "It's just a door wall." He struggled for a while, and finally let himself be weak, "From the age of two to Yandu, Master see The look in your eyes never fell on me once."

Gong Wuhou kept writing, and there seemed to be a book of swords flying in her mind, the sword light interlaced, and a set of moves flowed to the tip of the pen.In his eyes, the essence of martial arts acquired by a school with painstaking efforts is nothing more than a pile of building blocks.He wrote faster and faster, and the sword array in his mind gradually formed.Although it was purely on paper, the murderous intent between the lines became so three-dimensional in his consciousness, prompting his hostile instincts to rush through his veins, his heartbeat became more and more rapid, his fascination was difficult to control, and his inner breath gradually became chaotic. .

Suddenly, the hand holding the pen was grabbed by the wrist.

Nishinomiya Diaoying often has a fever at night, so the palms of his palms are extra hot. Now that he caught him, it felt like being touched by a branding iron, which made the muscles of his whole body tremble under a burst of heat and cold.

However, Xigong Diaoying's voice was as usual, and he only said: "I know that you are a once-in-a-century martial arts genius, junior brother, but copying the sword manual is too exhausting, you don't need to be in a hurry."

His voice is light, but as clear as the golden wind passing through the cold forest.

Gong Wuhou calmed down a bit: "But isn't Xigong waiting to use Liu Tianzhen to deal with Du Wuyu's death seal?"

Xigong Diaoying let go of his hand: "Du Wuyu has been restrained by Yan for so long, and he won't come to the door for a while. I was worried that Zhongyuan Zhengdao would notice the change of the Four Wonders and it would be bad for Yan, but thanks Thanks to my junior brother, Yandu will not be their primary target at the moment. Even if there are still doubts, Daozhen Sanhui, who is now gaining momentum, will sell us this favor. Invincible and foreign aggression, Yandu has a lot of time to recover gas."

Gong Wuhou put the pen in the washbasin and brushed it carelessly: "If you say it takes a lot of energy, how can you compare with Xi Gongyou. The great master intends to let you go out to relax, but he is still planning to seize the sword manual along the way." He frowned, Can't help but blurt out and ask, "What is Nishinomiya doing so much for?"

Nishinomiya Diaoying was a little taken aback by this question.He slowly walked back to his desk, and slowly closed the books that were spread out, his blue eyes were as deep as looking at the sea. "I have been reading history books since I was a child. Those five tyrants and seven heroes are wonderful, but there are still many small countries that are also ups and downs in the impermanence of the world. They have their own etiquette, gods they worship, and traditions handed down from generation to generation. The classics, you know, are like a little smoke. However, because they are too weak, like this candle, maybe a strong enemy will be annihilated with a casual breath. And in the historical records of those victors , Those small countries may be just a line of lifeless words. After a hundred years, the books are the same, the cars are the same track, and nothing will be left behind. So since I was a child, I was very afraid that smoke would one day be like these small countries. This martial arts, This world is too cruel. Those who gain power for a while may be razed tomorrow, and gradually no one mentions their existence, but in fact, there must have been peerless masters there, such as Shizun, such as you, but, because of you Born in Yandu, not in the orthodoxy of the Central Plains, there are too many people like me who easily closed this book, all of which are passing clouds, leaving no traces. I am not reconciled. Master is certainly not reconciled So Yandu must unify the four realms, so that we have more chances to survive. Maybe one day, we can also hold a bargaining chip to check and balance the Central Plains—as long as we can check and balance..." He said a lot in one breath, and he was emotionally excited. After a moment of exhaustion, he stopped, then took a deep breath, revealed a self-deprecating smile, and slowly turned and walked out.

Gong Wuhou kept looking at the wisps of ink in the brush wash, and after a long silence, she raised her head to catch up with the figure from behind, but there was only a piece of sleeve left hanging lifelessly by her side.

He threw the pen away irritably.

It's ridiculous that he still wanted to pay off those debts by relying on the Battle of Binglou, but now it seems that he has owed others his whole life for no reason.

In the afternoon of this day, Zhu Han was so sleepy that he lay on his stomach outside and snored loudly.Gong Wuhou was still pondering Liu Tiansan Qingbian's sword manual, occasionally disturbed and distracted by this voice, suddenly a heavy tiredness came to his head.Knowing that he had been concentrating on his mind for too long, day and night, he was afraid that it would be too much work and he would waste his time, so he put aside the pen and paper, and walked slowly to the vermilion lacquered railing.

But seeing the sunny and sunny, but because of the change of the weather, it is not so cruel, and the green trees in the courtyard are lush and green, and there are red, pink, and white roses, like brocade embroidery, Climb up and bloom like the sea.When the wind blows, the shadows of the flowers are scattered, revealing the person lying in the green grass.

With a thought in her mind, Gong Wuhou turned around and floated to his side without making a sound.

It is rare for Nishigong Diaoying not to wear a crown, a bunch of maroon hair is randomly scattered around the slender neck to the front of the front.The blooming roses are like smiles, they seem to be secretly looking at this unapproachable, clear face, even the eyebrows seem to soften their angles.Falling red in arrays, a few petals were hitting his plain clothes, and the soft stamens became more and more colorful.

The air is full of sweet fragrance and intoxicating, but the air is clean and harmonious, turning into an indescribable faint smell - it turned out to be on the boulder on the side, the remaining cup was not exhausted, and the fragrance of the wine should be tea There is no doubt about wine.

Gong Wuhou also imitated his appearance and lay down on a field of flowers and leaves.

Xigong Diaoying slept very lightly, and woke up immediately if there was no movement at all.

But I saw the dark red around him radiating like a waterfall, flowing wantonly, the light gold cloak that I put on casually, as thin as a cicada's wing, revealing the vermilion single gown with golden threads and phoenix inside, the flames flickered under the sun, and the shadows of smoke floated brightly , Just like the clouds and clouds in the evening.The wide sleeves are heavy and folded with silk, and the cool breeze comes in and out, trembling like phoenix feathers restrained during a rest.The side face that was turning slightly towards him was like jade makeup, with a slightly sleepy look.Under the ever so delicate eyebrows, the eyes are like lacquer, a little cinnabar like blood drops hanging down the protruding corners of the eyes, it is unspeakably melancholy, the whole person is like a peony after light rain.

Time has blurred the rhythm.A gust of wind happened to pass through his ears, and he brushed a strand of long hair that blew by his face, and sighed softly: "I read the book, and fell asleep before I knew it..."

A few pages of the half-turned "Gongyang Biography" beside him had been creased, and he was about to sit up to pick up the book, but someone pulled his sleeves.

"If you have good wine, how can you not order it?"

"what?"

"Hey, count the fallen flowers on you and me, the more people will win, they must compose poems to celebrate, and the fewer people, of course they will be punished with a glass of wine."

Without waiting to protest, Gong Wuhou sat up and shook her feather robe lightly, picked up a handful and counted, no more, no less, a total of ten pieces.

Nishinomiya Diaoying was helpless, she also sat up and lowered her head to count the scattered petals that fell from her skirt, there were actually ten petals, and she breathed a sigh of relief as if she had escaped from death: "It's the same."

Gong Wuhou smiled slyly, poked her thin fingers into his cold and smooth temples - and finally picked out another petal.

A little bit of bright red seemed to have frozen at his fingertips.

He also looked a little disappointed: "Oh, I'm willing to admit defeat. I drink it myself, and I happen to be learning about Nishinomiya's wonderful words."

Nishinomiya Diaoying clearly felt that she was being calculated.

There was a faint smile in front of his eyes, and the clear wine trickled down his ears. It was really "to the flowers, a small cup of drinking".

Gong Wuhou held the cup in her mouth, looked up, and drank it all in one gulp.In the field of vision, there are dense shoots and pavilions like covers, flowing light dances lightly, and the free flying flowers are as light as a dream. In a farther place, there is half of the clear sky like washing, and a wisp of cloud drifts back and forth.Those flowers and leaves rushing to the sky are like someone's memories, hard to reach, and want to cross in vain.

Those were the best times.

Pianpian, my young master, is as ingenious as a god, and beside him, he is charming and charming:

"Yi Yilan has no heart, and the moon is bright and bright.

Old memories don't make dreams, walk in the courtyard in clothes.

Raise your eyes to look at the flowers and broken jade, and look back at the shadow of the wild goose.

Why is it because of the sudden wind and frost, the snow is waiting for the spring scene. "

After finishing the random reading, Xigong Diaoying was embarrassed, lamenting that she was so poor and so boring that she lay down again and fell asleep with her eyes closed.