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

The night sky covers every soul with an almost benevolent inky blue.The stars flicker more and more panicked in this indifference where they can't find their belongings.Mingtang couldn't withstand the shaking of the prison car, and light and shadows continued on the windows on both sides. His left hand was Lu Li, and his right hand was Unrest.

Gong Wuhou raised her right hand, no matter how much blood was stained on it, her fair hand could not be taken away. The whole little finger was dyed a strange and deformed deep purple, which made one wonder if the Creator had made some mistake.However, as the masterpiece of Yandu master who pursued flawless jade all his life, how can there be mistakes or even flaws lacking in beauty in Gong Wuhou's body.The thumbnail cut off the fingertip forcefully, and thick black blood gushed out instantly.He closed his eyes and silently recited a formula to prevent the wound from congealing.The car was burning with the beautiful incense of tea, which covered up the ominous smell well. The big red Ropa, who was as elegant as the fine clothes on his body, accepted the impregnation of these liquids silently, dyed it colorless black, and did not Any reminder of the upcoming slaughter for this large group of speeding escorts.Like another soul residing in the body slowly waking up, the inner strength of true qi placed deep in the dantian gradually filled the body's bone meridians again.

——It was just thrown into the Heartless Building again.The life of Yandu Dan Palace has always been paved with blood by Buddhas blocking and killing Buddhas.This is what the great master really taught him, and it is also the place where he feels the most fulfilled, how can he not make good use of it.They master and apprentice know each other too well: one can count even himself in order to achieve the goal;Even Gong Wuhou himself once gave up resistance when faced with Ken Qiangu's killing, and fought against the grand master who came to rescue him and Ken Qiangu.He has always been taught by the great master, and the demonic nature of "using everyone to the end" is already comparable to that of his peers, and it is not bad.

The color of blood gradually turned to a bright red with that hard-to-describe fishy-sweet smell.

Although once again, he had to follow his master's plan and use one trick to confirm his status as "just a pawn to be used", so that Yandu can have both people and goods.

But he couldn't help it, because—

——Because he won't let himself go.

Guling Shiyan sits in the darkness of Lengchuang fame.

The sky is about to dawn, but it is also the darkest moment.But he didn't light the lamp, because it was really unnecessary, because the prospect couldn't be clearer—Gong Wuhou would definitely get away and come back, no matter what he encountered or what he paid, as long as the person he had to kill in his life was still sitting here.

The Good Fortune Ball has already been obtained, without any effort, when Gong Wuhou comes back, Grandmaster Yandu is only one step away from his yin and yang and four seasons.

But what puzzled him was that the only thing that greeted this glorious victory was the silent confrontation between the master and the apprentice who sat withered in the cold window fame.

"Diaoying, are you complaining about being a teacher?"

"Dang Ying dare not..."

If you really have a grudge, it's against yourself.

He can't do anything.Not even having the qualifications to replace the king with one's own body.

This is the great master imitating the old story of Qin Shihuang's seizure of Chu land, making a contract face to face and tearing it up on the back, but those who can do this and retreat, all the smoke is up and down, only Gong Wuhou who came out of the Wuqing Building.

The only thing he can do is to support him on this road.That was the only bit of brotherhood he could give to his younger brother, and it was also a sign that the head of Yandu stood on the same side as the grand master, and he had to bear the charge of being together.Not even entitled to remain silent.

For what kind of madness, the two of them need to rely on such blatant mutual killing to go on together.He felt more and more that he couldn't add speculation and associations to what had happened and what was about to happen, otherwise it would be like a wave of cold pool being stirred up, it would be unbearable, and in the end it would only end up in broken mountains and rivers, full of absurdity.

"Xiangying just doesn't want it, Master will regret it in the future." He slowly got up, leaving the cold window as if carrying a heavy shackle, "Xiaoying resigns."

After taking a lot of steps, he didn't know where to go—he, who had lost his martial arts and was crippled, didn't even have the ability to meet his junior brother.

He didn't know what else to do.

If the dragging and stumbling between the three of them can finally be resolved, please hurry up, he is afraid that he will not be able to bear it.

There is no limit to hatred in the misty smoke and snow, deep gratitude and deep resentment, heavy feelings and easy hurts.

Zhu Han held Zhu Hong in his arms and followed Liangshou Palace along a small narrow path.Looking at the tall trees in the middle of the calendar, the sky that is like ink is cut to pieces.From time to time in the wild trails, pheasants fly and foxes walk away, and the wind blows everywhere.

"Shougong, is it here?"

"Aren't your little servants questioning me, Lord Shougong? Didn't the poem that Xigong recited when he sent Dangong off? 'Wake up at the Yanghua to divide the lapel', and use 'Why wake up from the wine tonight? Here, the allusion of Yangliuan and Xiaofengwanyue'! 'Jiuxing' is to remind Dan Gong to find a way to force out Hua Gong San, and 'Xiaofengwanyue' is to imply the time for him to escape, what time is it now?"

Zhu Han looked up at the sky, and the western sky was the waning moon like a hook, and the clear light was sad and unobstructed: "It's about five o'clock!"

"That's right, we took a shortcut and caught up! Can you see where is ahead?"

Zhu Han probed his head again to identify it, and he saw that the area of ​​the long river was calm and meandering, and the outline of a long pavilion stood vaguely on the bank. "It's returning to Grass Garden!"

Liang Shougong fanned the silk palace fan triumphantly: "Isn't the time and place right?" Turning around again, he commanded Anting Yimai, who was standing by Wu Yaya in a majestic way, "Take The eyes are bright! As long as you see the Dan Palace, you don’t have to bother with the people who are against the sea and worship the sails, and give priority to escorting people back to the palace!"

Everyone in the business department responded in unison: "Yes——!"

Liang Shougong waved two big white sleeves exaggeratedly: "Slow down!! Do you want to startle the snake and kill Dan Gong?!"

Everyone lowered their heads in unison.

"Hmph! They are all unreliable guys."

Zhu Han unconsciously hugged Zhu Hong a little tighter, and at the same time wiped away the sweat silently in his heart: No matter how you look at it, the most unreliable person is you, Shou Gong... Sigh, if it wasn't for Master Nishinomiya who was seriously injured and lost all physical strength Missing, Bamboo Palace happened to be absent, and Grandmaster would sit in the smoke tower forever, and never dare to disturb him, otherwise how could such a big matter of taking care of the young master be entrusted to you. "Shougong... It's been a while, why is there still no movement?... Shall we get closer?"

Liang Shougong knocked him on the head with a fan: "It's really stupid to say you are stupid! The covenant between Yandu and Nihai Chongfan clearly stated that when Dan Gong left the border of Yandu, Yandu would not have any rights. Excuse me, Nihai Chongfan is responsible for the life and death of Dangong. So if Dangong wants to run away, he can only stay outside Yandu, so as to separate himself from Yandu. We are already on the border of Yandu. If you cross this river, it is Yandu deliberately intercepting people and breaking the covenant, this is a big deal, how can Nihai Chongfan get it?"

"But..." Zhu Han worriedly stood on tiptoe and looked up.

"Don't say 'but' or 'but'! As long as Dangong crosses this river, he will be a member of my Yandu. If Nihai Chongfan comes to snatch it, he will be the enemy of the whole Yandu. Don’t dare to venture in alone!”

Zhu Han was extremely dissatisfied with his statement: "What do you mean by 'crossing this river and you will be a person from Yandu', the young master has always been the noble king of Yandu."

Liang Shougong smiled "hehe": "If it weren't for such a condition, how could you say that Dong Nihai Chongfan would give the Yuansheng Fortune Ball first? The knowledge here is great! I don't expect you to be able to do it in a short time. I understand..."

While speaking, the darkness on the other side of the boundary river finally roared like a sleeping giant being attacked by surprise.In the deathly night, it suddenly turned red like flames, and thousands of trees bloomed in the blink of an eye.But when you get closer, you will find that it is not the bunch of flowers and stamens scattered by the auspicious goddess, but countless red butterflies flying.The torches of the long convoy were burning in the sky, but they were extinguished after the creatures with wings and clouds swept across the border.

The formation paused, the horses raised their horses, and Nihai Chongfan's congregation could only raise their heads to look at the vision in a daze in astonishment, their hearts tightened for a moment, and they forgot to beat.

Another two pauses, nothing happened...?

As if he couldn't bear to let people down, countless looking up heads fell off and fell like ears of corn cut off by a sickle, and the red water column shot up into the sky.

"Ah——!!!" Finally, the living crowd erupted into a howl like a ghost crying.

In the bloodshot sight, the red shadow drifted silently, flying lightly, that is the flower heart that invited the demon butterflies all over the sky.Butterfly wings are ruthless, each piece is a life-threatening blade, seemingly inadvertently waiting on the route that these rats want to escape, the dazzling wings vibrate at a frequency that cannot be tracked by the naked eye, making the sound of beasts grinding their teeth.

In the wilderness under the luminous night, butterflies are red, blood is red, and people are also red. People are screaming and boiling to the extreme. The dismembered body and soul were tossed and submerged in this sea of ​​blood.

Hong Ying whirled up and down a few times, and the red tide receded quickly behind him, gradually leaving only the sound of cold liquid flowing over decaying grass, quietly flowing.

One lucky guy used all his courage and strength to jump across this dead land.He escaped the initial butterfly storm, and miraculously only got a few skin wounds in the red killing wind. At this moment, he was crawling and staggering among the broken limbs and bones that could no longer see his original appearance.

However, at the end of what he believed to be his way of life, it was the red-clothed ghost who walked up from which floor of the underworld that was casting a dark shadow on his forehead.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

What a beautiful person stood before him?The brocade robe must be dyed red with human blood to be so unbelievably gorgeous, even the darkness before dawn cannot be concealed.Like a face carved out of ivory, with a light jade-like light, but not a trace of blood—is it all condensed into the cinnabar mole under the corner of the eye?Or did it flow into the lips that were slightly raised towards him?At the same time, a white hand pierced through several layers of red | sleeves and stretched out towards him. The knuckles were plump and slightly curved into a beautiful shape. The clothes were covered with agates and rubies. Then it sparkled, like dewdrops condensing on a big peony in the morning.This is simply the divine envoy that guides all sentient beings to the kingdom of heaven as written in the doctrine.

With some impulsive impulse, he forgot what a terrifying space he was in, and he was still trembling all over and begged: "Please, please don't kill me!"

Before he finished speaking, countless red butterflies exploded from his sleeves like fireworks in the east wind, quickly extinguishing him.Eyes, ears, mouth, nose, every acupoint was filled with thick smoke, deprived of breath, countless blades were cutting his limbs, finally, the last butterfly was blown off from the fingertips, flapping With gorgeous scales flying all the way, blocking the last light that he was allowed to have in this world.

"Are you the only one left?"

The slightly hoarse voice caused the black sin peacock to look away from the unknown object that was airtightly attached by the butterfly and slowly fell down.

"I knew that Yandu gathered a group of shameless people, but after all my efforts, did I still get tricked by the grand master?"

Gong Wuhou's eyes are as dark as two balls of black mercury, only the mist is faint. "It's not that Nihai Chongfan made a mistake, but that he didn't have the ability to understand the 'Eye of Blood and Tears'. Is it just the understanding of martial arts and the interpretation of the enemy's moves in front of the battle? - and the control of oneself without dead ends, Whether it is the forward and reverse application of meridian blood flow, the movement of acupoints and joints, or the mobilization of muscles and bones, they are all accurate to the millimeter. Therefore, any external force or poison|medicine exerted on this body, as long as If I want, I can disintegrate and transfer at will." It is the so-called eyes of blood and tears, nothing outside the heart, and he has reached this state many years ago.

Su Shou Xu Hui, smiling all over Nishang, "You want to hold the 'Eye of Blood and Tears' in your hands, but it's a pity that you don't have enough strength."

Talking is useless.

The black shadow suddenly stirred up ripples in the air, and the black sin peacock disappeared from sight within a breath.

Gong Wuhou withdrew a step, weighed his heart a little, and started to defend the posture, and saw a blue light cut through the black void by sharp teeth, and it was in front of him.

The slender eyebrows narrowed, and the body instinctively twisted and avoided it.The black peacock's thick robe bulges like a friend, like a vortex that wants to suck and swallow people.The two were so close that they could feel each other's cold breath.

Ben Xijun's pointed armor folded in one direction, like an eagle's claw, and then slashed towards Gong Wuhou's slender and graceful neck.

But it was empty.

At the critical moment, Gong Wu spun lightly with his back foot, and his lowered body followed an incredible turning curve, spinning behind his opponent like a flying swallow, and raised his hand in a volleying state, facing the empty door wide open. With a black back and two fingers in front of each other, he slammed out the sword formula, hitting the heart directly.

If Zhu Jian was in hand at this time, I am afraid that Bian Xijun was not dead but also seriously injured.It's a pity that he returned the sword with anger, and his sword was slowed by an inch.Bian Xijun quickly withdrew the stance he had just thrown into the air, and raised his hands together. During the push, his left hand seemed to pull out a four-sided mace from the palm of his right hand, facing the sharp edge of the red light. Dirty and turbulent, Xuanzhu and long robes, intertwined in a criss-cross pattern, light clothes in mink and fur, follow the wind in an endless stream.

Although that finger was offset, the offensive and defensive positions have been changed.Gong Wuhou's extremely slender snow wrist, lined by wide sleeves, looks like a swimming dragon, and it twists and turns, trapping the hand holding the mace. Time can't use force, seeing Gong Wuhou flipped his left hand, and the second sword came again.

At this moment, Youyou's armor showed a little light, and in the crisis, he concentrated his whole body's strength to meet him.

Gong Wuhou smiled treacherously, and the sword fingers that were feigning an attack suddenly turned into palms, and there was a loud bang, and the two were separated by several feet.

Gong Wuhou's figure flutters with the spirit of the wind, graceful and clear, as she flies, her long dark hair is flying gracefully and gracefully, her pose is unsurpassed, her bright red sleeves are like a dancer's flapping a fan, with fine strands of golden strands dazzling.For a moment of wrong flash, I saw the red butterfly pulling away from the afterimage of the sword light and forcing her face away, as if driven by a god, as if ordered by the emperor.

The Black Sin Peacock didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, and once again stomped its feet to borrow strength, and turned back to avoid the slaughter of those elves.And the moment it landed, the black-winged cloak was still dancing, and the strange armor drew an arc and swung down like a whip, "Heiran Hibiscus!"

At the moment of the explosion, the demon butterfly retreated, the red shadow also flashed, and there was no one in the shaking place.

Bian Xijun lost strength in his left hand, and the Liufu seal ring he used to use was heavy and unstoppable at the moment. He dragged it back a few steps, and his sharp eyes scanned the surroundings.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a gust of air pressure descended from the sky.Looking up, it was Gong Wuhou who descended through the clouds, falling like a needle.He wanted to avoid it, but he couldn't move an inch.

The troops of the Yandu Brigade are still guarding in the dense forest, overlooking the roaring mountains and rivers on the other side of the river, billowing thick clouds, rolling like waves, the vermilion fire burning inside, and blue smoke billowing.

Zhu Han looked at the red light covering the sky, and the thunder light was reflected under the cold clouds, and his heart also fluctuated. "Why don't you come..."

Liang Shougong shook his fan, followed by his body: "Dan Gong is like this, once fighting with others, he is unwilling to leave regardless of the outcome, especially when he is angry. After so many years, there is no change."

Zhu Han was so worried: "Is there something wrong?"

"What could be the matter?! Dangong martial arts has reached the level of uncanny craftsmanship. If not, how could the grand master come up with a way to exchange hostages in a false way? Just wait obediently!"

Just as he was talking, the red light suddenly went out as if there was no way to continue.

Everyone was taken aback—it's over?

Just as he was at a loss, the thick black smoke ignited, accompanied by the sound of roaring giant wings, a huge black peacock gathered the shock and fear of all witnesses, and floated up.

Zhu Han was so frightened that he was out of his wits, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Liang Shougong's sleeve: "Shougong Shougong! What is that? Why can't I feel the young master's sword energy? Shall we go and see?"

Liang Shougong himself had no idea, and was devastated: "Ah? Ah? How do I know? The great master clearly ordered us not to go out of bounds! What, what should I do?" He patted himself on the head, "Ah! Hurry up and let me send out a cigarette Please go back and have a look!"

Gong Wuhou looked at the blood gushing out of her mouth in disbelief.

The purple-red liquid exuded a faint medicinal fragrance that puzzled him.

He tried his best to endure the urge and pain of crying blood.It seems that the limbs that have been dismantled directly from the torso are gradually becoming rigid, trying to bend into an unreasonable shape.

lead machine...

The sudden awakening shocked him so much that he couldn't even concentrate on controlling the spread of poisonous poison in his body.

A sachet fell out of the trembling sleeve.

However, the purple-black liquid quickly stained the ordinary fabric, and the original color could not be seen in a blink of an eye.Overlapping shadows came close to his eyes, he staggered and took a step backwards, and finally couldn't support himself and fell to his knees.

At the other end, the black sin peacock is walking towards it, leading a huge strange bird. "It's so stupid, do you really think that we don't keep any back tricks? If your body is gone, you don't have to suffer from this severe poison, but you don't accept your fate. I advise you to give up struggling and go back with me honestly. This poison won't kill you for a while. If you don't resist anymore, the poison will enter your heart, and even the gods will be hard to save!"

No... Impossible... It is impossible for Zhu Han to treat me like this...

Gong Wuhou couldn't listen to a single word, but was absorbed in thinking about what went wrong, even ignoring the pain of the poisonous pain.

Shadows enveloped him, and the black-feathered peacock groaned into the air.

After a while, he fell into the arms of a person.

With a particularly slender figure and a clear atmosphere, such a familiar aura makes people unable to remember who it is for a while.He wanted to say something, but coughed a few times, and the plain collar was suddenly stained with a large reddish brown.As the pale yellow turned and turned, he only had time to see clearly a pair of green eyes, and he was furious.

Why him...why always him...

What went wrong...

Is it really wrong?

But no matter how you calculate it, a sneak attack according to this plan is the fastest and cheapest way to obtain the Orb of Yuansheng Creativity.Otherwise, if the plan is planned step by step according to the general positional warfare, it will not only take a lot of time, but also lose perhaps more than a hundred times the number of troops.

This was the purpose of his painstaking efforts to refine the "Eye of Blood and Tears", wasn't it?

No?

In the palm of his palm was a finely crafted ball, a layer of blue light floated harmoniously, the stars swirled, the sun and the moon shone, just like the sky that was about to be bright outside the window.

The atrium is quiet, the furnace is cold and the smoke is quiet, Qingjiao swallows a few times, red and silent, it is the forbidden area of ​​Lengchuang Immortal Mansion.

Is it really wrong?

Spiritual thoughts are still in the misty, Guling Shiyan slowly puts on the crown, raises the sword, takes advantage of the moon and stars to hide, and wears the crown and leaves the seat.

This night has been too long.