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

The author has something to say: Yingying, I went to the interview today, and I was in a mess... Everything was fine, but when I was asked "what are you doing at home for half a year", I didn't know how to answer for a moment! !It can’t be said that I watched the puppet show at home, fell in love with Dangong, then fell in love with Nishinomiya, then fell in love with the great master, and then became a fan of Yandu and started writing fanfics, right? ? ?In the end, I messed around with something... wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooThen I got out of the office building in a daze, and suddenly missed my senior brother so much! !Brother, I miss you so much! !beep beep...

Yes, yes, I created the usage of the life seal of Meng Shisheng again, which can be used to manipulate dead people for my own use.

Although it was the first time she walked here, when she stepped on this empty corridor and heard the approaching and distant muffled sound of the neat blue bricks under her feet, she seemed to have stepped into the memory again.The Tao is more than ten feet wide, but the depth is unknown.Flames hung high on the two walls, and the brick walls were smoked black, like faces with stern and selfless faces.The orange flames burn opposite each other, one yin and one yang, bright and dark at times, but because of the entanglement of too damp and cold gloomy atmosphere, there is nowhere to shine. From time to time, it bursts out like a throbbing pain, and the sparks scatter everywhere, just like the thick grass in the wilderness of the motherland. Firefly.Today and yesterday?Is it Yefeiye?The indescribable atmosphere, if born from ghosts, or from gods.When it finally turned around and passed through a narrow gate, the Golden Palace suddenly opened, and suddenly it was magnificent, facing the stars above and all the people below.At a glance, she fixed on the woman in Chinese clothes sitting on the jade throne under the light of the mysterious totem in the center, so noble and proud, full of movements.Once upon a time, this was also the power that was close at hand and within easy reach of her.In the later period of the past, the province is empty.

"It's a bereaved dog from a small barbarian country. It's really rude. You don't kneel down in front of the God?" Suddenly, a condescending and indistinguishable voice came from the two queues.Looking back from the obsession, it was a red-haired man with the contempt she had become accustomed to in his eyes.

She has gone through vicissitudes of life and has long been fearless in life and death. Of course, she doesn't care about this level of provocation. No matter from which angle you look at it, her eyes full of resentment are unscrupulously looking at the superior. : "Yuehan is not a believer in Nihai Chongfan, it's just that someone asked me to pass on a message, and I reluctantly made this trip."

The man wanted to say something, but was stopped by a person standing behind him.

She continued: "Mr. Dongjing asked me to tell you that beforehand he didn't know that Guling Shiyanlian's 'Ximai Double Volume' had also taught Gong Wuhou the secret of 'Ximai Double Volume', so that although the plan was carefully prepared, , was still taken advantage of by Yan. As for the Central Plains Wulin's intervention, it was unexpected. As expected by God, he can't be seen in person at present, so I apologize. But sooner or later, Yandu will be torn apart, please return Heavenly Mandate waits for the right time."

"I said a long time ago that a guy like him is unreliable at all. Maybe he was helping Yandu make a wedding dress from the beginning to the end! It was a waste of time and effort to cooperate with him. In the end, he not only fetched water from the bamboo basket, but also ruined his life. He was severely wounded and retreated, and the disciples were killed and injured countless times, how can he be taken advantage of by saying 'not knowing'!" The red-haired man couldn't help it.

"More than that!" The white-haired old man with a messy bun hit the ground heavily, his old throat buzzing, "Nihai Chongfan has not really entered the world, but he suffered such a big defeat. The horse stumbled and the morale of the army was shaken. As far as the holy religion is concerned, it is nothing less than a heavy blow. How to revive the glory of the holy religion is a top priority!"

The thick and heavy discussion was interrupted by the ghost crying and chirping that seemed to come from the other side. After being surprised, I searched for the source of the sound, and saw a boy who looked like a boy wrapped tightly in a fur coat and was in pain. Shaking his head and stamping his feet anxiously, screaming strangely in his mouth, combined with the flickering of the high-hanging candlelight and the shadowy shadows all over the ground, he looked really creepy.

Strangely, no one stopped.On the contrary, the two stern and aggressive people just now stopped talking.

Only the veteran who has lived in Nihai Chongfan for a long time understands the close relationship between the evil heart disease seal and the oracle. Fu Qubing's sudden outburst of madness can only prove one thing: the holy voyage is angry.

Yan Yuehan has been alone for too long, and he can't remember the last time he encountered the same noisy scene.This pot of boiling water looks scorching hot, but in fact, some people want to show their prestige, some people want to show their abilities, and some people obviously have a fire in their hearts, and their status prevents them from acting out at will.It doesn't matter what kind of organization you have, it's the same wherever there are many people.But what's the use of flying saliva and dry mouth, the root is to hit a snake seven inches and seal your throat with a sword, and I have limited time, and I'm not in the mood to sing with you.

She put on a mask-like smile: "I'm just spreading the word in the middle, and I have no obligation to listen to your lessons. Now that the words have been brought, Yan Yuehan doesn't dare to stay for long, please." She had nothing left, but she was proud, turned around and left hall.

It's just like this that you can come and go when you want, which makes Huanghuang Shengjiao lose face.

"Where do you think this is? What capital do you have to show off your power?" The red-haired man stepped out excitedly, his whole body was on fire.

Yan Yuehan sneered unceremoniously: "Just because my weak girl can be ranked sixth in the 'Fenghuo Tianbang', and the poison of Tushan is above any sect and martial arts, of course I am the most qualified to take over the life and death of martial arts." She turned her head slightly. , leaving a terrifying deformed side face that people will never forget, "Believe it or not, let your agencies do their best. When the time comes, Guling Shiyan's life will still be obediently entrusted to my hands!"

After the bold words were released, everyone fell silent.Such arrogant words, but why, as if a Gu was planted in the soul?

Yan Yuehan immediately raised the corners of his mouth, and left under the grand attention of various emotions.

No, no, this place is completely different from Tushan.Man-made beliefs are just trees without roots, and how can they compare with their sympathetic resonance with Haotian Taizhi; idols who rely on fear and power to gain a firm foothold, are they in the same breath as their Xiangshen mountain ghosts who hover over the clouds?

"Okay, it's useless to be as knowledgeable as the people who are reaping the bitter fruit in the world of mortals." Jiu Shenlian was full of frustration, but he refused to lose his temper, so he stopped everyone and comforted himself.

The lost scriptures were far more important than those present thought.The so-called authority must be flawless and can withstand repeated doubts and explanations.Throughout the ages, there have been three religions and nine streams, and their rise and fall have also been sudden, all because of differences in doctrine, internal friction and decline.And once it becomes a conflict between factions, it will be a long war that will not end until the last drop of blood of one party is fought.What's more, Nihai Chongfan's divine tome is not a difference in version, it is simply a huge blank, if someone with ulterior motives gets the two missing chapters in the future, or simply fabricates a set of fake books... "Great Chu Xing, King Chen Sheng "It can incite a group of garrison soldiers to cut trees into soldiers and scorched the earth with a single torch; a "Taiping Jing" even attracted the response of eight states, and the world is booming.Since Jiu Shenlian's ambition is in the world, of course he is dissatisfied with the little land in front of him. In the future, he will spread his sails against the sea and spread all over the world. If he wants to serve the world, he must not rely on a "God's will" to prevaricate the gangsters like now.She thought with a headache, the "Eye of Blood and Tears" missed, and she had to slowly think of other means.

After a brief silence, the last member of the team came out, and the sharp voice was like Sen Sen Feiyu: "Just now what the old man said is reasonable, the most important thing at present is to stabilize people's hearts, and the miracle of evolution is still needed. In order to attract more congregants in a short period of time, to strengthen the prestige, and at the same time wait to break out of the customs, the two are correct. As for Yandu, I will teach you to play tricks first, but after all, you have won the Yuansheng Good Fortune Ball, and your strength is even stronger than before , should not be impulsive head-to-head; and the Righteous Dao takes advantage of the chaos to attack later, and this revenge must be avenged, but the rise of the Taoist sect and its prosperity should also be taken slowly."

Jiu Shenlian raised his eyes lightly, and saw Qiu Yun dressed in white Shengxue, Feng Shen Lang Yi, standing alone, standing firm, and even more rare was a well-organized one. The sentence "evolution miracle" fell into her heart lightly, and the whole person immediately fell into a coma. Here comes the spirit.Hearing is delusion, seeing is believing, the Son of God is coming again, the scriptures are hard to write, no matter how big or painful the setback is, as long as you see her magical power reaching the sky, all people will naturally worship her, and the coming day will be long, I am afraid that she will challenge her position as the leader of the group. The person has not yet been born.

She snorted coldly in her heart, and her hair was full of golden beads dancing like the flowing light of the forest.Standing up from the throne, Yeye in the brocade robe said, "As Qiu Dian said. Those who kill and kill, the gods will wash the blood with blood. But the world dares to be so arrogant and ignorant, to forget the awe After severe punishment and severe punishment, I don’t know how to repent and reform. Nihai Chongfan will re-enact the original emptiness and chaos, and the darkness of the abyss, in order to alert the crowd and give birth to devotion to the light in the eternal night. We will call on these believers to dedicate 30 lives In the Great Sacrifice of Forgiving Heaven, welcome back God's new favor!"

The echoes lingered, the room was silent, and everyone in the audience was filled with turmoil.

A sacrifice of 30 living souls?This is an astronomical figure that has never been seen since the establishment of the religion. If things come true, Nihai Chongfan's four seals of life, old age, sickness and death will be more than ten thousand miles faster than he is now, not to mention the dove god who is good at transforming souls and ghosts for his own use. Practice, I'm afraid it's going to soar in the daytime.

The old and the old exchanged a bright look.Adoring the sails against the sea will soar to the sky, and the song will be astonishing. When you land on this shore again, you will use the curse of the dark night to perform a big show.But Fu Qubing is unconscious, and the disaster is sluggish. This competition for believers is bound to start between Meng Shisheng and Qian Xiyan...

"It's absolutely impossible!!"

A voice like a frost blade suddenly joined the noisy turbulent waves in the room.

Like a glacier breaking in February, Du Wuyu's lifeless eyes shot out a clear and bright light, and his tangled and stiff face was flushed with excitement. "30 creatures?! Are you all crazy?"

Jiu Shenlian, who had been poured cold water in front of the hall, burst into anger again, and his tone became sharp: "Cause is in trouble!"

"Isn't the sins committed in the past not enough? Why do the devastated creatures pay homage to the heavens? Why does casting a spell on people become your miracles? Why do fabricated rumors become doctrines to deceive the people?" he said. While complaining, he walked towards Jiushenlian with heavy steps.

Old Zun Qianxi Yan Hengzhang stopped him.Everyone in the palace was already murderous, waiting for an order from the heaven to smash people's corpses into thousands of pieces.

Jiu Shenlian trembled all over, only she understood the weight of the other party's words best, every sentence was like the howling of the west wind, blowing into the ocean of her heart, and the evil waves were revived.Ever since he came back, the two had met in private as many times as they had clashed, and every time they broke up unhappy, Jiu Shenlian had been extremely disappointed in him. Next, talk nonsense.

The talisman Qubing started to howl again, coupled with Du Wuyu's crazy talk, the Xuanjing Mingdu suddenly became like the palace of the underworld.

"Enough!" Jiu Shenlian decided not to tolerate it anymore, "Take him down for me!"

The crimson wax light shakes, the painting screen is dreamy cold, and the heavy red curtains cover the lamp densely. Xigong Diaoying feels that just standing in this pavilion is also as abrupt as a shocking spring.

The bronze mirror is clear and bright, and the rhombus pattern shines on the sun. How happy is it that you will be drunk and lazy at noon?Why worry?

The cinnabar is really red, the dew is hanging and tears are falling, and the reflection brings a look of hope and tears, how angry?How sad?

Butterfly clothes can't be found, empty flowers are gone, I once remembered the chaos in the red building, how can I keep it?What kind of request?

He knows nothing.The general character is so good, he talks and laughs at Yan Yan, and finally becomes a spectator.

If you held him back then, if you let go yesterday.

Yube's merchant shop rummaged through Zhu Han's room, and finally dug out the treasure that had been carefully preserved.Going around into the main hall again, I saw the master standing alone among the crimson gauze embroidered curtains, alone in the cold autumn, with an indescribable heaviness.Then he walked in lightly, and respectfully presented the treasure to the lord: "Xi Gong, I found it."

Nishinomiya Diaoying held the things in his palm and glanced at them, then nodded slightly, and calmly said, "Go down."

When people left, they called again: "Wanting, Yuting."

The two look like they grew out of the shadows in the corner, disappearing like a ghost.

Xigong Diaoying handed over two bright yellow brocade bags to them, "Go immediately to the two places mentioned in the brocade bag, bring the things and the letter with you, go back quickly, and don't leak the news."

The two people didn't know why, so they took it and held it in their hands. They were scared out of their wits on the spot, sweating profusely, and felt black all over in broad daylight. The things they held in their hands were like coals burning their palms.

Ban Ting was more courageous, but also resisted the flustered feeling of wanting to run away, forced out an expression uglier than crying: "Nishigong?"

The ten feet of soft red are full of the beautiful fragrance of the warm smoke of tea, like the singing of the heart-warming and cold moon on the balcony of the Xiaoguan.The master of Yandu stands quietly in this mirror and misty shadow, holding a red sword in his hand, a bit glamorous in his life, so strange to look at.The familiar syllables were also faintly uttered by Chongxuan: "It's just a precaution..." However, he said with all his vigor, "This matter is about the survival of Yandu, you two, there is no room for loss!"

The voices were all sharp, the two people's mouths tightened, but their minds were empty, and they took the order in panic.

Nishinomiya Hanging is rare relaxed.

He stepped out of the soft red ten feet, and suddenly saw that the sun was shining on the city, and the clouds that had been lingering for a long time were floating faintly, like the dancing sleeves of a celestial girl, and they fell to the sky.

Suddenly, the worlds of the two are so contrasting: one is too small, so small that there is no place for him to stand on; the other is too big, so big that when he is in it, he is automatically hidden in the splashed ink landscape, his face is blurred .

Calculating the life events in detail, sometimes Huainan has a dream, and sometimes Qiyan is nine o'clock.

The old man Sui Mu used a strange force that had nothing to do with his physical appearance and slapped again, Gong Wuhou dodged it briskly, but his head hurt more and more.

He has been entangled with someone who didn't know if he could still be called Zhu Han's father for too long.

"Uncle Zhu!" He controlled his strength while twisting his wrist, trying to force the opponent to unload his strength and be subdued by him, taking advantage of the short pause of the opponent to call him loudly.

But in vain.There was no response in those cloudy eyes.On the contrary, the arm bound by him made a "click", "click" sound, ignoring the continuous twisting of the bones and joints, and then twisted the body, and the empty hand continued to gather enough strength to fight.

Gong Wuhou was startled, she hastily let go of her hand, she really didn't want to hurt him at all.

How to do?He tried to seal his acupoints, but the opponent would rush away with brute force, the offensive continued unabated, and he didn't care about the new layer of internal injury.He can also cut off his limbs and make him unable to move, but when he wakes up, he will become disabled, absolutely not.Or simply kill them with one move like dealing with those inhuman monsters in the Wuqing building, but how to explain to Zhu Han?However, even if he finally brought him back to the Yanlou to confront him, with his completely unconscious symptoms, could he still exonerate Zhu Han?

Miyazaki's mind was in chaos.He has little unrestrained talent, and his martial arts are unique in the world. He is used to taking the head of a general among thousands of armies, looking up at the floating clouds, and facing down to nowhere.However, there will always be enemies he can't retreat, monsters he can't subdue, or opponents who are unstoppable and miraculous, and there are always reasons of one kind or another. I can't retreat, I'm struggling, sad husband!

He was seriously injured, and his mind was mixed. He hesitated and frightened, but he slowly fell into a disadvantage. His attack was half a beat slow, and his opening was suddenly exposed, and a sharp pain spread from his ribs. It's about to explode.

But that swift figure suddenly stopped.Gong Wuhou's eyes widened in disbelief.

A mass of black air gradually gathered on the top of the old man's head. Slowly, a totem of the fairy grass Ganoderma lucidum slowly rose, and at the same time, the person's anger seemed to leave the body with this faint blue light. Bit by bit, at last, Right in front of his eyes, it collapsed to the ground, completely wrinkled, with sunken eyes, and exuding a rotten smell.

Liang Shougong stood opposite him, still not retracting his palm gesture.

"Dan Gong has known for a long time that Zhu Sanwen has been dead for a long time, and he can only act by relying on this kind of evil magic that is against the law of heaven, but he can't bear to make a move. I am watching Shou Gong and I am really anxious." He waved the silk. Fan, the group of mysterious patterns dissipated cleanly like ashes.

Gong Wuhou was still in shock, her hair stood on end, she stepped back a few steps, as if she could avoid this misfortune.

But someone was lingering, and approached him: "No matter whoever defies Grandmaster Yandu, they can only end up like this. I think that Dan Gong understood this truth when he was five years old."

Gong Wuhou's heart twitched, powerless to stop the grief that spread rapidly, and the pain pierced through his body.In a blink of an eye, the scene in front of him turned into the snow-capped scene from back then, drinking blood and breaking the heart.

Liang Shougong is dressed in plain clothes and has a big white face, like a soul escaped from the underworld, pretending to hold him back: "But then again, don't care about others, Dan Gong will always be in the heart of the great master Supreme treasure. Now that there is no proof of death, even though Grandmaster will not treat Dan Palace's closest servant boy leniently, the position of Dan Palace will always stand firm."

Gong Wuhou's whole body suddenly tensed up, whether it was fear or hatred, her face was completely drained of blood.It's like being in a dangerous situation full of eggs and thin ice, but can't muster up the strength to resist. Even if you regain your strength, you don't know who to fight against.Liang Shougong took another step closer to him, and the world was left with nothing but dazed whiteness and the pain of crushing liver and intestines.He could only bite his lip desperately, afraid that if he opened his mouth, his blood would flow out and he would die here.

The wind I inhaled cut into my heart like a knife.When he had nowhere to survive, he was at a loss again and again, he suddenly thought, senior...Senior brother must have a way...

Huo turned around, turned into a red wind and chased towards the smoke tower towering among the clouds and green peaks.

With disheveled temple hair and ragged clothes, Du Wuyu was bound to the ground with one arm by Meng Shisheng's subordinate Wei Kunyu, his face was ashen, and the dying struggle gradually calmed down like boiling water cooling down.

Qiu Yunshang didn't even move her eyelashes from the beginning to the end, she didn't say a word, and waited for the hall to become calm again, only to hear the hissing and burning sound of the huge candle on the ceiling, and then looked at the anger with her calm eyes. Fang Xiu's Jiushen Lian.

Their Goddess didn't know whether she hated iron but could not make steel, or remembered someone who was not there, and her heart was disturbed.

Seeing Qiu Yunshang looking at him, he suddenly thought, this Qiu Yunshang is in charge of Nihai Chongfan Prison, directly under Bian Xijun, and he is very careful in his actions. It is actually the most appropriate to entrust him to him.Therefore, he nodded slightly.

Qiu Yunshang took the order, raised her hand, and immediately someone stepped forward to drag the dying Master of the Death Mark down.

After this commotion, everyone had their own thoughts and resigned one after another.

Meng Haisheng was full of ambitions, followed by Wei Kunyu and left Xuanjing Mingdu.Suddenly he seemed to feel something, stopped and looked into the distance.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing. It's just that the toy I made before is broken." He said nonchalantly, "The world is about to fall into darkness. At that time, tens of millions of living beings will still be controlled by you and me."

When he rushed back to Yanxue Jiuchong, he saw only four people walking out silently carrying a stretcher.

A small human figure is being wrapped in a cloud of bright red white cloth.

Standing in amazement.

Gong Wuhou's heart, which was sinking and floating in the vortex of the reverse current and calling for help, was finally knocked off the cliff by the last wave of evil, and the three souls and seven souls that wandered without knowing where to go were finally wiped out, leaving only the intact body. broken.

So still.You and I are still.

It's so strange that when this scene happened, I was so numb that I lost consciousness.

He stretched out his hand to stop it as it should be, but he didn't dare to step forward to remove the cloth, as if he didn't dare to tear a certain scar on his heart.

In the end, through the cloth, he roughly touched the baby's face.This is the first and last sympathy from the person whom this child has been calling "Young Master".

He seemed to be asleep.

Just like that afternoon, he hugged himself and cried, and fell asleep like this.

At that time, he was thinking, how long a person's life is, but it is not reliable at all, why not kill you with his own hands, after all, I can confirm that your life is smooth.

"At least... you can be reunited with your father..." Gong Wuhou smiled suddenly.

Not like a human face.

Walking in, the courtyard is full of decaying grass and worrying about orchids.

He saw that Xigong Diaoying was still the elegant gentleman with jade and yellow eyes, one person, one person, one couple, in Su Ai's celadon bowl, the tea smoke was still lingering, curling up softly.The senior loves Jie the most. I remember that when I was a child, it was a great pleasure to deliberately rub my muddy hands on him to make him angry.

The person in front of him echoes the outline in his mind, and it turns out that he remembers it so deeply, with that warm and slender figure, embracing his shadow.

If it weren't for the Fang Bai handkerchief that was too dazzling, if it wasn't for the blood on the table beside Zhu Jian.

There is nothing between the two of them, only the crouching, silent beast.

Gong Wuhou felt that she had walked into a reversed dream, and everything in front of her eyes was fake, otherwise, why could Xigong Diaoying be as calm as if she had never noticed his existence?

I don't know that Zhou's dream is a butterfly and a butterfly's dream is Zhou Yu?

Suddenly, Nishinomiya Diaoying stood up leisurely, grasped the long sword lightly, and handed it to Gong Wuhou as if handing over all the joy, anger, sorrow, joy, greed, hatred, ignorance and resentment.

"This is my most important relative", the words are still ringing in my ears.

After a day, it becomes a confrontation with swords.

The autumn wind passed through the courtyard, and the fallen leaves swirled rustlingly around their feet.Nishinomiya Diaoying's gentle eyes, clear and clear, looked across the waves, looking at his junior brother without dodging or avoiding, without hiding.Even lies are omitted.

Gong Wuhou felt that there seemed to be thousands of mountains and rivers in his eyes, as if he had been deceived for so many years to go around in it, and today he fell into a deep valley when he stepped on the ground.

He took a step forward and grabbed the hilt of the sword from his hand, like a man who has fallen from a cliff struggling to grasp the hand that came down from the cliff to rescue him.

The wrist twisted sharply, the pendant sword edge swirled up, and the breath had already become a neck-killing trend, pressing on Nishinomiya Diaoying's neck with a negligible hair distance.

Xigong Diaoying was shaken by a mighty inner force, and hit the small table behind him, with a "bang bang", the porcelain bowl fell over and rolled along the round edge, the tea soup was splashed all over the table, slowly and thinly The trickle winds down and falls into the dust.

Nishinomiya Diaoying seemed to feel sorry for the tea, and she turned her eyes slightly to see the clear water marks.My heart floated up, as if I read a sentence he wrote in Wuhou, overturning lovesickness?

The knuckles of Gong Wuhou's sword-holding hand were clanging, the veins were bulging, and even trembled slightly because of too much force.

However, being so close, Nishinomiya Diaoying never breathed randomly, and was as quiet as a poem.

The two seem to have survived from this life to the next, and they are seeing each other for some reason.

Gong Wuhou resolutely stopped and left.

Nishinomiya Diaoying smiled wryly, her heart was emptied as if being ransacked.

As soon as he loosened his body, he couldn't even hold the handkerchief. From his hand, he flapped his wings like a white butterfly and flew seven thousand miles away.

The rest of the ashes rose up, hugging him who had fallen into the chair into the messy emptiness, it was too heavy and too heavy to bear.He touched his uninjured neck and said straightly, junior brother, if you put in a little more effort, everything will be over.