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

The author has something to say: As a fan of Nishinomiya, I resolutely leave Dan Gong's first kiss to him!Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!The dumpling version of the two palaces has turned me into a moe...

And, although I have seen the master and apprentice fighting, I still try to write something different from the original~

What does the passing smoke of the ancient mausoleum mean to the palace without a queen?

That feeling is both vague and profound.

When you get up in the morning and steal the mirror, it seems that you can see him idling with the west wind and warming your mind, but when you look back, there is no one; Lightly loosen the thin sleeves and float the curtain to look at it, and then it disappears.He has no intention of coming and going, but the smoke is scattered through the screen; he will always be like a fire burning in the sky, but he is firm on the cold wall of Beiling, without warmth.He is the shadow that falls on the gorgeous robes of Dangong; and when he is lost and lost, he becomes the only light.

He thought of everything about this person in the past, so painful, yet so stable.

What does the passing smoke of the ancient mausoleum really mean?

The sun is far away and the sky is sinking, the sea is standing and the wind is lifting, the sun is shining brightly, and the cold clouds are accumulating.

Qiu Shuicheng is full of elegance, and the plum blossoms are not stained with dust.

Empress Gong Wu began to speed up and drew out her sword, the brocade clothes fluttered and danced, the wind blew up a three-foot rainbow, and the red blade flew back lightly, cutting down an arc, with a magnificent appearance.

Kunwu unsheathed himself, unbiased, no more, no less, unabashedly catching the menacing sword, pointing eastward like a whip.In an instant, the bluish red meets each other, and then brushes past, arousing a mess of red splashes, and frequent throwing of broken jade pieces.

Guling Shiyan had just calmly grasped the Yingying sword, and in his eyes only the red dress was blazing, but with a single hand, the smoke flew away from the sky and the dawn.Gong Wuhou's movement is like lightning, and Erqing whirls and floats behind him, the fire lotus is brilliant, and the strings of silk ribbons on the crown are flying, shining with stars.From a distance, it looks like a lone sun surrounded by thousands of hectares of blue waves, returning to Yu Yuan.

The moment the blade was touched and turned back, an inch of light in the sword's eyes shone like a pair of starry pearls.

Guling Shiyan imagined countless scenarios about this battle, "Master, I understand that there must be a battle between you and me. But I never thought that it was because of that ant Zhu Han."

"No." Unexpectedly, the palace is as quiet as water, and there is no flaw in his body, "It's not because of Zhu Han, but because you finally let me understand, 'The eyes of blood and tears are born to kill', I It never exists to protect anyone, and it can't protect anyone at all."

To say that the one who killed Zhu Han was completely his master.Gong Wuhou never really cared about his life and death, stood up for him, and committed crimes for him. It seemed to be important, but it was not worth the words of Nishinomiya Diaoying's persuasion, "The more you pay attention, the more you should be left out", otherwise it would not be true. It will become a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh of the great master.In the end, he was struggling between his life and his self-esteem, and he didn't even have the courage to give Zhu Han a happy ending.

Guling Shiyan frowned upon hearing the words, and ignited furiously: "Love and love in this world are nothing more than a burden that binds you. On a strange peak, only one person is always allowed to stand. Those insignificant people and things should be Let go as soon as possible, because they will never be able to keep up with your realm! Even if the ancient mausoleum is passing away, it can still be your stepping stone when you reach the top. Martial arts practice should be like this, so that you can live up to the talent bestowed on you by heaven.

"—no matter what you think, this is the way I love you."

Gong Wuhou shuddered as if bitten by a snake, "Give me everything, and take away everything again and again..." He stared at those deep pupils, and looked down, "This kind of Love, what am I going to do?!"

Zhu Jianqi, glowing red, cracked the ground, causing the flames of Yan Prison to erupt, as if they were going to burn the sea dry and the rocks rotten.

The smoke of the ancient mausoleum stands like a precipitous rock, awe-inspiring and unstoppable, with sweeping steps and sharp sword blows, the smoke gathers for a while.

Chu Chu Yi Jian Gong Wu Hou then leaned forward, his strength pierced through the sword body, Gu Ling Shi Yan made a swipe, and disappeared into nothing.Fu raised his sword again, bent his elbows and loosened his shoulders, his inner strength circulated, and he flew inside and out, faster and faster.The two swords are twisted together, the wind and cloud are long, the spirit is far away, the frost birds are blinding the eyes, and the geese are frightened.

Suddenly, Gong Wuhou lowered his arms and straightened his wrists, Zhu Hong stabbed up suddenly, in a very fierce move, without stopping, his body bent down, and together, he flew up and around, and the tip of the sword swung and circled up, as if He threw out a red-hot iron chain, intending to bind and strangle people.

At the same time, the great master was only holding his head up, his hands were pounding with thunder, and he was chopping all the way up like a mountain. The bright gauze cloak was curled up, like the jade feathers of immortal birds, like the silver scales of auspicious animals.

The wind shakes the sky, the torrents create fog, the blue dragon jumps up and down, Zhu Fengrong and Laiyi.

Gong Wuhou's body is stretched, his wrists are strong and tough, and his sword moves are soft and gentle, but he carries out his unhesitating self-confidence and decisiveness in his swift moves, smoothly and smoothly, in one go.Qi sleeves follow the wind, and silver strands flash.Sometimes the time is only a few centimeters away, the flowers are overwhelming, and the green smoke and red are in chaos; sometimes the red is far away, the galaxy is about to turn, and the sword's momentum is like a curtain.Kunwu's sword is majestic, all the way through the thorns and thorns, the peonies are gone and the tea leaves are blooming again, and the ground is full of beautiful flowers.This is not a struggle between life and death, Guling Shiyan just feels like tasting flowers and inviting butterflies, it is clear that the most beautiful scenery in the world is boundless.

"It's not enough! Gong Wuhou...not enough..." as if he couldn't wait to open the last treasure box and see the pearl.The great weapon is about to be completed, but it is a little owed to the final grinding;

Kunwu's sword power is suddenly brilliant and perfect, deceiving flowers with coldness and trapping smoke in willows.

The golden utensils clashed against each other, and the sound turned clear. You Heng played the drum, and Li Ping played the konghou.

Gong Wuhou felt that all the hard work in this life was probably for this battle.He has encountered so many opponents, and the victory and defeat are divided, some are vulnerable, and some are perfunctory.Only this person regards him as Jingshan White Jade Nine Rings, one ring is undone and one ring is dismantled.The spring is white and snowy, the song is high and the widowed, and if you travel thousands of miles alone, you will laugh at this palindrome. Who can explain it?Thousands of autumn moons, the tide is cold and the waves are cold, the river is silent to the east, looking back at the ghosts and crying mountains, who remembers him falling into the sand and flowers falling in the south of the Yangtze River?As a result, there was another ancient mausoleum.He has annexed the four realms and three elements, and he has the Yuansheng fortune ball to practice day and night, but at this moment he only does the most primitive drawing of the sword and cutting off the wrist, horizontal push to block, tendons, skin, flesh and blood, back and forth, Zhu Hong passed by, Kunwu You must follow it, and it will never make you discouraged, discouraged, or empty.

When reaching the top, even your teachers can serve as stepping stones.

Heh, this pair of master and apprentice are both idiots.

There are many moves, just like stepping up steps to visit a mountain, with twists and turns, the higher you go, the more dangerous you go.At the beginning, it was open and closed, and stones go like clouds and wind; gradually it became a meeting on a narrow road, and the leeway left for each other was only a hair's length, all relying on intuition, steep in front, rushing in behind, scarlet splashed, It's impossible to tell whose blood it was, and it plunged into the ground ferociously, like a wild grass that was swept away in a swipe, or like the painted screen that was ten feet soft red.The more emerald there are thousands of peaks, and the walls are cut again, and then go up, the red butterflies are all over the sky, fluttering vividly, the plain sleeves are like neon, turbulent and electrified.The sky is beyond the sea, and no one knows where it will go.

Erqing Kunwu took over the vacant position, like hiding like a hide, Zhu Die wandered around, no queen suddenly felt that the thunder temporarily retreated, and the world was cleared.Then the black and the yellow merged, and the chaos was not separated. At the center of the spiritual collection, the sky was in the grasp, but there was a beam of white light, like a horse, but it was just and big, swallowing the sun and the moon, directly exploring the root of the sky.The path of the sword is like the wings of a crane, like a wandering dragon, flashing and turning, uncertain and uncertain.

The queen of the palace is in a trance, in a trance, and her spirit is about to die, and it is like a curling pot washing her soul, faint and faint, the soul does not know where it ends, the eyes cannot distinguish the five colors, and the ears cannot hear the five sounds.

This is the heavenly sword of the great master, so it can cut off the seven emotions and eliminate the six desires.

Climb to this place, look at the past and look at the present, and you will see nothing.

When the cold smoke curled up, all appearances disappeared, and it turned out to be very, very lonely, lonely to the point of death.

In just a short moment, sadness came from it, and he was overwhelmed with grief, and his heart beat painfully, which made his mouth bitter, and blood gushed out, gurgling uncontrollably.

Those who are not living, do not sacrifice to the dead, but just sweep out with a single thought from the spring.

Surrounded by red light, there is blood and tears, the eyes are ahead of the front, and the power of the gods shines far away.

Shiyan of Guling was not aware of the bone fracture and was frightened, but he didn't know whether it was sadness or joy.The muddy light flutters down without hindrance and without stopping, abandoning the boundary between the enemy and ourselves, the moon dissolves in water, and the sun melts into smoke.

A swordsman, a gentleman with a hundred blades, no matter how fierce his sword moves, he always follows the way of attacking and defending Zhang Chi.But Gong Wuhou's sword, the pure attack, is pure.Looking at that move again, he has never seen him use it before, but he feels a vague familiarity.The butterfly sloughs off, its frosty wings stretch out, and it soars upwards.

Cut the yellow sand and forget the sky and the moon.

Is that so.

His back hit the icy cliff wall hard, and his spine was cracked.Zhu Hong slashed horizontally, cutting a wound on the stone wall like a cold face. The sword edge still had a green light, faintly, and the force stopped at the side of the neck. long days.Gong Wuhou was carefully taught by him since she was a child, so after the fierce battle, the bloody wind was still flowing for thousands of miles, and the air was still flowing.The eyes of blood and tears flickered, and Zhu Huoyan extended them.

This is a martial arts prodigy who has never been born in the world for a hundred years. Even if he has only seen it once, even if he was only a five-year-old child, even if it is a completely different sword and sword, it is engraved in his mind and echoed on the tip of his sword.

Kunwu let go, and fell straight down.Not far away, Guling Shiyan raised his hand to caress the fat-like face, smooth and unstained.The brows are trimmed and the face is slow, deep in the starry eyes, there is a cold and bitter spring, and the thumb gently touches the drop of blood and tears.

A kind of reluctance is called "staying together without a reason".

A layer of warmth covered the back of his hand, and tears instantly slid down and hit his palm.

As a result, everything in the world, miscellaneous manifolds, yin and yang, honor and disgrace, misfortune and fortune, all collapsed and perished, as if the source of his hidden life was the source of his hidden life.

"No heir..."

Gong Wuhou held Zhu Hong with one hand, and Gu Ling Shiyan's hand with the other.That's how they've been together for over 20 years.

His heaven and earth monarch, relative and teacher.

There seems to be an ebb and flow in the eyes, and I don't know where to go.

Gu Ling Shi Yan's heart tightened when he saw it, and he was about to speak, but he couldn't make a sound.Gong Wuhou held his hand, a burst of mellow internal force quickly broke through the big acupoints all over his body, and the double scrolls of Ximai circulated countercurrently, and in a blink of an eye, even a finger could no longer move.

Gong Wu's face was cold, his eyes were fixed, he twisted his left wrist, and pulled out his long sword vigorously, the gravel rolled down, and he fell to pieces.

"This is the 'Hundred Years of Blood and Tears' you want... You can train him, but you can't get it." He said slowly, like a deep curse.

He staggered back a few steps, and looked up to the sky sadly, the green curtain was glowing red, a thousand years old, and the cold smoke was thick.

They will all be reborn as human beings at this moment, but there is no Meng Potang to send them off, but the past is so important that he can't even bring it up.He looked at Zhu Hong carefully, his peerless elegance, and he also counted on the last move to settle the dust.

He crossed his sword and cut down violently while pressing down on his neck.

——The palace has no queen!The dead smoke of the ancient mausoleum screamed silently.

Since he was five years old, he has been in a dream.Now, the dream can wake up, and then they will be by my side...

A strong force surged from the tiger's mouth, and the blade that was about to snuggle up to the neck suddenly moved away, like a kite with a broken string, it fell heavily into the dust.

Gong Wuhou's hands are empty, and her heart is also empty.Completely lost the will to fight.

With divine help, a pair of red copper beads shot down Zhu Hong, flicked in the opposite direction, staggered and danced, and hovered in front of Guling Shiyan.

The person who should not be here at this moment actually appeared.When all the flowers are killed, the withered fragrance enters the skirt, and the tender strips are half withered, and the chilling heart remains.

Xigong Diaoying's figure is Xiao Man, standing tall and graceful in front of him, and opening her mouth, it's deafening.

"Junior brother is obsessed with his father's feud, but I'm afraid you have never carefully recalled the ins and outs of that day."

Gong Wuhou was suddenly seized by a kind of fear.To him, Xigong Diaoying is sometimes a more terrifying existence than the passing smoke of Guling, like a sudden onset of poison or a net falling from the sky.

"Bie Dusk was killed by Kunwu's sword, but that winter, in the troubled times of the three warlords in the cloud world, Tantai Wuzhu was injured that night and sent a message for help. Since the Grand Master, elites from all the palaces and dark pavilions have come to the rescue. The defense in the palace is weak, which gave your father the opportunity to sneak in." Nishinomiya Diaoying paused, and finally asked, "Have you ever thought about why the Grand Master was still waiting for you so early in such a chaotic and critical battle situation?" What about the escape route?"

There are some things that I have been obsessed with for so many years, just like a handle that has been played and admired repeatedly. With the passage of time, the edges and corners have long been rounded and blurred.In a disgusting dazzle, he slowly fell into the dark night.

……

"Who are you? What are you sneaking around for?"

Fu'er was sleeping soundly, when she was suddenly pulled into her arms from the thick and soft velvet quilt, her vest was caught in the wind, and she shivered from the cold. Seeing a pair of bright and frightening eyes, "Brother Diaoying...?" He was so sleepy, he yawned, smelled the familiar scent of his senior brother through the thin pajamas, and gradually fell asleep again, but senior brother The fierce words forced him back to his mind.

"You say you are the father of junior brother, what evidence do you have?" Diao Ying tightened his grip even more, fearing that junior brother would be snatched away.The person in front of him avoids so many eyes and ears in the Red Mansion Bieye, enters the room calmly, and has a high level of cultivation, let alone himself, even if he calls for help, most likely he will not be able to block his way.

"Fu'er was born with a cinnabar mole in the corner of his eye. The great master once said it was the 'eye of blood and tears'. Fu'er has a tiger-headed bell in his left hand, and his single name 'Fu' is engraved on the tiger's forehead..." The man said. There was no malice, but he hurriedly defended himself as if he was afraid of alarming people.

After hearing this, Diao Ying was very surprised, this person is really the biological father of the younger brother?Then he sneaked into the smoking building...

"Daddy!" A clear child's voice broke the anxiety and silence of the room.Fu'er heard that long-lost voice in her dream, woke up suddenly, and then stretched out her hand to reach into the man's arms. On the lotus-like arm, the yellow copper bell was also ringing lightly like a child's laughter .

Hang Ying didn't know whether to hug her tightly or let go.

"I, I'm just worried about him, and I want to see if he's okay..." Don't think about it for three years, and finally heard this call. Back, but because of the situation, he forced himself to suppress the tide in his heart, and even after explaining, he sounded flustered.

Feeling the urgency in his eyes, Diao Ying was a little dazed, but Fu'er took the opportunity to break away by herself, staggering and jumping on the quilt.

I thought that the lost biological baby would smile and talk to him well, don't be like a dream at dusk, all these years of pain and tossing are worth it, trembling with excitement, I can't hold the child enough.

But Fu'er asked him naively: "Why doesn't Daddy come to see me?"

Immediately filled with sorrow and sorrow, Don't know how to answer, so he had to ask him in a trembling voice: "How is Fu'er doing here?"

"Yeah!" Fu'er showed a happy smile, and turned to look for his senior brother, "Fu'er is doing well! Both senior brother and master are good to Fu'er!" He looked up at his biological father again, "But... why is Dad? Don't even come to see me...?"

Don't bend down at dusk and hug him tightly, choked up and unable to speak.

Diao Ying was sitting halfway on the bed, in the twelfth lunar month, his clothes were thin, but he didn't feel cold at all, this time, it was enough to make him stay in place, at a loss what to do.

"Is Daddy here to bring Fu'er home?"

Both were stunned.

Sensitive to the extended silence, the child slowly let go of his father's face, freezing into an extraordinarily complicated expression. He felt uncomfortable watching, his eyes flickered a few times, and a few tiny drops of water hung on his face. With long eyelashes, she timidly asked: "Daddy... don't you want Fuer..."

Don't just feel that something is crumbling in the dusk, and finally overturned by this childish words, scattered everywhere, unable to clean up.He gritted his teeth and resolutely said, "No..."

"No!" At the same time, Diao Ying also rushed forward and clasped Fu'er's shoulders, "Master is not here, you can't take junior brother away!" He was secretly worried, and he shouted so loudly, but there was no movement outside , this person must have controlled all the defenses, what should I do with him as a small child?

Don't think he was struggling in pain in his heart. After waiting for so long, now is undoubtedly the best chance to take Fu'er away, but so what?In the future, can he really escape the snares of Grandmaster Yandu?No confidence.But looking down at the child trying to hold back the tears, he couldn't bear to give up.

"Junior Brother, Junior Brother..." Diao Ying hurriedly moved to Fu'er's side, "Didn't Master tell you to obediently obey Senior Brother before leaving? Senior Brother doesn't want you to leave."

"But...Fu'er hasn't seen Daddy for a long time, and hasn't been home for a long time....Fu'er will go back with Daddy for a few days, and I'll be right back!"

Once you go, where will you come back again.Diao Ying was very impatient, she looked at Bie Duo, her eyes were almost glued to his junior brother.He thought for a while, and then said: "If the master doesn't see you when he comes back, he will be very angry! Brother will be punished again! If you stay, your father can visit you often! Don't you like being with us? "

"Well... Fu'er likes Brother Diaoying, and also likes Master...but Fu'er also misses Dad..." He showed a confused look, and looked at Diaoying again, "Brother Diaoying, don't tell Master, okay?" Okay? I promise to be back in two days!"

Those jet-black pupils stared at him closely, and the moles at the corners of his eyes were so bright under the moonlight that Diao Ying was so stared at him that he couldn't say a word.

Don't be afraid that the night will be long and dreamy, and said anxiously: "Little brother, let me take Fu'er away first, what will happen to Fu'er in the future, don't be in the dusk to plead guilty to the great master personally and ask for forgiveness, please keep quiet."

The seven-year-old seemed to understand half-understood. After taking a few quiet breaths, he hesitated and said: "...Okay.——Then you must promise to come back and explain this matter to Master in person!"

Don't be overjoyed at dusk, hastily picked up the child, and said in response, "Naturally! Thank you!"

"Junior Brother!" Diao Ying still panicked, got up and grabbed Fu'er's hand.

Fu'er was overjoyed for a while, but when he turned his head and saw his senior brother crying, alas, he was probably afraid of being slapped in the palm by the master again and locked up in a dark room... He suddenly felt sad again, and repeatedly promised: "Fu'er must come back soon! After finishing speaking, he stretched out his head, and kissed Diaoying on the cheek with a "baji".

Don't let your heart beat wildly in the evening, and you will change later. He no longer hesitated, hugged the child tightly and turned into the night without looking back.

And then……

And then……

"...I knew I couldn't keep you, so I simply let you go first, because even Dusk could break in, but he was guilty and flustered, and it would not be so easy for him to get out of the 'mist-locked smoke maze'. "Xigong Hanging looked vaguely at the distant sky, as quiet as a virgin sitting behind a red curtain and red gauze.

Gong Wuhou felt that all the blood was gone, and her face was pale. "After we left...you informed Grandmaster with the smoke message...?"

A question seemed to be twisted and tightened before it spit out from his throat, but he regretted it after he uttered it. He would rather not ask or listen. He would rather die before asking this question than his father gave up on him back then. Never appeared in front of the great master.

However, Nishinomiya Diaoying looked at him calmly, nodded and admitted: "Yes." The flatness was almost cruel.

As dusk fell, a gust of wind blew up the air, and the smell of blood was gradually diluting.