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

The author has something to say: I am traveling in Japan, so the writing time is not fixed, I stop and go, stop and write, my mind is not very clear, please bear with me.

Guanghan shines everywhere, scattered like silver needles penetrating into the texture of all things, frost in the air, every bit like a merman's tears flying.Fanying courtyard, shaded orchid pavilion, fragrant incense, and moving hibiscus curtains.Tens of thousands of flowers and branches are hanging down, and the slender shadows are rendered on the paper. Tantai Wuzhu is absorbed in studying the ink. When he sees the thick gray side, the branches are messy, like a shadow puppet play being played by someone, but he doesn't know who is performing it. Sorrows and joys.

The courtyard is lonely, only the sound of wood and stone can be heard, Tantai Wuzhu casually picked up the folding fan and waved it lightly, blowing the green smoke that was rising straight up.

"I thought Mr. Zhu was fond of incense, but now it seems that Mr. Zhu is more proficient in controlling smoke?"

Just as the melodious female voice sounded, Tantai Wuzhu's arms were already filled with warmth and fragrance, and a soft catkin-like hand quietly slid across the cold cheek.

Tantai Wuzhu showed confusion on his face: "What's the 'skill of controlling smoke'? Where does Mr. Hua start from?"

Bu Xiangchen frowned and turned into a smile, "It's nothing..." The corners of his eyes shimmered, "It's Mr. Zhu, although my yellow stone inkstone is worthless, it can't stand you spending it like this!"

The ink in the inkstone hall had already dried up, and Tantai Wuzhu didn’t notice it. In vain, he rubbed the ink stick on the water hyacinth stone inkstone, which was worth a thousand gold, making a grinding sound of “sizzling la la”.

"Ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Tantai Wuzhu hastily added water to it, and then brought a peony screen and put it on the desk to keep out the wind, "Youmenglou is always full of fragrance, it's not as bleak as the gloomy clouds outside, making people forget And the howling of the north wind, even this courtyard wall can’t stop it.”

Bu Xiangchen just pretended not to know: "It's not all Mr. Zhu's negligence, this year's winter is too early. Tomorrow will be a full cloudy day. Judging by the sky, I'm afraid it's going to snow for the first time." Laughing, "Mr. Zhu has something else in his mind, no wonder he didn't make any money."

Tantai Wuzhu sighed sadly when she said it: "Mr. Hua's new work has a very poor ending, so it is sad."

Bu Xiangchen carefully discerned the rare serious expression on that cynical face.

"It's obvious that there is love between the two, but because of such and such secular principles and God's tricks, they have to rub shoulders with strangers. It is really a fate earned by living up to the reincarnation of the third life."

The crimson round fan was opened, and the water sleeves fluttered. Lanling did not fade the flowers quite complacently: "The so-called novel must have ups and downs, so as to be amazed. Everyone said that these two people are in love and should stay together for a lifetime. , the more the storytellers have to do the opposite, so that people can understand that there is still "God's will" that cannot be violated. , and more importantly, after reading this book and having this regret, I will naturally look forward to the next one, so that my business with Mr. Zhu can make a lot of money!"

Tantai Wuzhu came to a sudden: "Hua Jun's high opinion, he has just been educated. He is just a common man in the world of mortals. He is used to the routines of 'waiting for the moon and the west chamber' and 'marrying by order', so he really can't adapt to Hua Jun for a while. high standards alone."

Bu Xiangchen covered his face with a round fan and couldn't help laughing: "Mr. Zhu is a dignified man, and he is out of the world. How come his reading taste is as good as that of the people in the alley?"

"It's true that I have short-sightedness, but even Wang Xie in the old days, when he was deeply in love, would sigh, 'Trees are like this, how can people be embarrassed'."

The blue tassels slanted across the face, casting deep shadows on the delicate face.Bu Xiangchen thought to himself, is this person really so into the drama?

Miscellaneous ice crystals pierced through the curtain, and a thin layer of bright color had accumulated in the corners of the carved beams.

"Mr. Zhu cares so much. Could it be that it reminds you of some old and unforgettable events?"

Tantai Wuzhu smiled evasively.

Bu Xiangchen pressed on tightly, clinging closer to the person, and asked in his ear: "I just don't know, who is Zhu Jun entrusting with this deep going?"

"Hey, Mr. Hua, stop talking nonsense, it's too disappointing to say it." A pretty voice came suddenly.

The two looked back together, the red dress is enchanting, the yellow shirt is delicate, one in front and one in the back, gracefully and gracefully walking through the courtyard and approaching - it turned out to be Liu Hanyan's twin sisters and oirans.

"What Mr. Zhu can't forget is his poor wife and a pair of children in his hometown. It's really a brothel that has been in vain for ten years."

This sensual place like Zhangtaili has always been a gathering place for readers of Lanling Buxiehua, and Liu Hanyan is the largest sales base, so the two are quite familiar with each other.Bu Xiangchen is also an old demon with a long history in the world, but hearing them say this still feels too explosive, so he pushed people away a bit, glanced up and down as if sizing up a monster, his face was distorted, and he said in amazement: "Mr. Zhu, are you serious? !"

Tantai Wuzhu showed a mysterious smile, thinking in his heart, how should I be round...

It was Xiaohong who answered for him: "Of course it's true, you see, because Mr. Zhu spends a lot of time visiting flowers and plants, his hometown sent all the tokens of unfeeling storytelling." She said and handed a brocade bag to the Tantai Wuzhu hands.

Naturally, Bu Xiangchen also went up to watch.I saw a piece of high-quality mutton fat jade plaque, three inches in circumference, as white as cut fat, greasy and smooth, but unfortunately there is no writing, decoration, money or knowledge on it, and the head cannot be seen, only the bright yellow beads hanging down The tassels are extremely exquisite, obviously they are only family heirlooms of powerful families.Fu went to look at Mr. Zhu's face again—it was a change of color, beyond words.

"Mr. Hua..." Mr. Zhu collapsed like a jade mountain, "Thanks to the generous rescue, but there is an emergency at home, and I need to go back to take care of it immediately. I hope Mr. Hua will hold your hand high."

Xiaolu covered her mouth, looked at Bu Xiangchen and said: "Mr. Zhu remembers to care about family members. It's only right and proper. How can you say it so lowly and politely? It's like turning a corner and scolding Mr. Hua for being unreasonable."

Being so sidetracked by acquaintances, no matter how hard Bu Xiangchen wanted to make things difficult, he had no choice but to be generous: "That's right, since there is something at home, Mr. Zhu should rush back. It's just Mr. Zhu Danqing's master, and Bu Xiangchen is still looking forward to the reunion with Mr. Zhu again. "

Tantai Wuzhu solemnly bowed to the end: "The flower gentleman is generous, but he is disrespectful. The brocade and sky chapters on the paper are all insignificant. Spring Xiao Youmenglou enjoys the fragrance, and the flower gentleman lingers around. It is always spring, but now the timing is different, and it has become a sign of the earth. In the future, if there are bees competing for butterflies, rain and frost, I will also use some methods to protect the flowers, so that Youmenglou will not fall apart and wither, and will not be buried forever. .”

Speaking of this, Bu Xiangchen bowed back and said, "Mr. Zhu, take care."

Zhu Jian's direction is relentless.At this moment, the sword edge of fate pierces into the plain-colored skirt, drawing out drops of bright red.

With a soft sound, the murder weapon was finally pulled away.The blade of the sword sliced ​​open the palm of the hand, and blood gushed out instantly.

Gong Wuhou's hands trembled to the point of weakness, Zhu Hong was as heavy as iron, and his wrist bones almost fell out of joint.He took a step forward suddenly, and his free right hand, which was still free, was like the claw of a goshawk, and firmly grabbed Nishinomiya Diaoying's shoulder.There are thunderclouds churning in the pitch-black eyes, reflecting a deep blue pool with fine lines.

He could have had an exquisite and unparalleled curtain call, but Nishinomiya Diaoying, Nishinomiya Diaoying!

Even against Zhu Han's body that was still warm, he didn't really feel any hatred. He even felt a little grateful that his senior brother made another choice for him under the dilemma, and would always settle everything for him.Blood was oozing from his chest and back, and his viscera were shattered to pieces, but it was nothing compared to the knife stabbed in his lower back by this man.With ulterior motives, killing without blood.

I can't say a word, I'm afraid there are more unbearable truths waiting ahead, such as those waiting, those guarding.

Xigong Diaoying was watched by him and finally lowered his eyelids: "Since then, I have often regretted that I didn't kill Boren, but I still made a big mistake. I can only take care of you to the best of my ability. But, after a long time, Everything I did was done from the bottom of my heart, whether you believe it or not..." Having said that, I was powerless, "You and Master will always be the most important people to me..." With a pain in my shoulder, it seemed like I had no future. Suddenly, a pointed long armor grew out, piercing through his flesh and blood.

"You know it! You know it..."

Gong Wuhou had never felt that he was so humble and pitiful, he could never be the master of life, death, joy and anger.All thanks to this sinister and cunning man! ——The person he has always owed...the person he swore never to hurt him again...the person who will not fight him until the end of the world...the river in his heart bursts and mud and sand flow down, but there is no tear in his eyes.The blood rushed to Baihui, the suns disappeared, breathing became more and more difficult, and the light became dimmer.

"Junior brother..." Nishinomiya Diaoying sensed something. Although his left hand was restrained, he still couldn't help raising his right hand, trying to grab his arm, "Nine out of ten people who are unhappy in this life. Even a Climbing to the Ninth Five-Year Plan and waking up to the world will also have his difficulties..." He took a long breath, and then exhaled heavily, "In the future, as time goes on, maybe you will understand; but if you really can't forgive, forget it Let's..."

The two people present looked up at him unanimously as if they were being slammed.

The ancient mausoleum's passing smoke was sealed in an instant, and only one orifice was opened one by one.But the reality is out of the ordinary and bizarre during his struggle.This is really a great humiliation.A nameless rage shot up to the sky, burning the cold blood of the person almost to the boil.

The empty sound of the wind hums and echoes, and the blooming flowers are dotted, without chapters, where do they come from and where do they go?Since everything is going to perish, why is there such a rush?

Gong Wuhou suddenly saw Xigong Diaoying holding his hand.He has always liked Nishinomiya's hands, and always thought they were particularly beautiful, with slightly protruding joints and wrapped in tight skin, making them look thin but powerful.At the age of reading and punctuating sentences, this hand guides his strokes, and there will be a clear and clear faint smell on the brother's body. After smelling it for a long time, he will always feel drowsy. .Lush trees and emerald covers, flowing gold and flying, the young man climbed the branch with one hand, reached down with the other hand, and handed the vermilion fruit, and behind him was a brilliant broken light, like the cheers of the elves in the forest... and he closed his eyes , you will see how your brother was injured by Shulou Longsu, and the sound of bones breaking often invades dreams after that, tossing and turning, unable to sleep all night.He saw with his own eyes that the flawless wrist was cut open so deep that when a person was in a coma, he would convulse unconsciously, and many stitches were stitched, leaving behind an indelible ugliness. Scars, once you look at them, your heart hurts once.But no matter how much he regretted and blamed himself, the brother's hands were always in trouble. He asked the great master, but the great master was helpless.You must know that senior brother can write such beautiful characters since he was a child, and he is the best in the palace style of Yandu. Countless people have followed the senior brother's post in a proper manner-but there are no more!The senior brother's handwriting has become a swan song, and he will never see it again... He looked at such a weak hand. Maybe it will lose its luster and elasticity in a short time, and it can only shrink irreversibly.

The touch as light as a hair between the arms completely smashed his lonely boat like a giant ship.He killed people like hemp, and had seen countless tragic deaths, but in the end, this hand drew fear from the bottom of his heart.

If he couldn't bear it any longer, it would be his crime and punishment if he stayed for a moment longer.

Gong Wuhou shook off him, turned and fled.

The hand that couldn't exert any strength finally only touched the luxurious and exquisite silver silk embroidery on the thin sleeve, and it hurt slightly.The whistling and whirling copper beads suddenly lost their vitality and fell down.

The sun is long and the sky is long, the wind is high and the water is wide. Unknown big birds are shaken by the shocking wind and fly quickly. A ray of afterglow also quietly sinks into the river behind them and disappears.There is no back, the dress is lightly tailored, with cyanotic marks on the clothes, and the style of dancing with wide sleeves, along the way, the ripples shake the sky, like pouring out strong wine.When the wine is thick, it will be easy to disperse, as if it was only a gust of wind, and the figure was extinguished.

Although Liang Yuan is good, it is not the hometown of long-term love. In the past 20 years, it has been a dream.Finally, it's all over, it's over, remembering each other or forgetting each other, it's always the best of both worlds.Nishinomiya Diaoying has never had such great happiness, she felt relieved, and only wished to cry for a long song.

The smoke from the ancient mausoleum was like drowning in the deep sea, the chest was oppressed with heavy pain, and the heart was so twisted that it was broken.

Gong Wuhou, body, hair, skin, happiness and anger are all his, only he can decide whether to give up or not, who dares to decide where he will go?

He has practiced for a long time, and even the most accustomed to patience can't contain his anger for a while, he even doesn't care about hurting his heart, he forcibly breaks through the Tanzhong and Feishu acupoints, and immediately vomits blood, but feels nothing, and hurriedly pulls his legs to chase after the person .

However, Xigong Diaoying suddenly turned around and took a step closer, knelt in front of his knees, and cried out in pain: "Master! Let him go! Don't you understand what the younger brother wants!"

Guling Shiyan couldn't think about it for a moment.

The grand master was tightly gripped by him, stretching out the folds of his clothes, and Gu Ling was seriously injured and stunned, and was dragged into a disorderly pace, and the injured palm was dyeing the plain material deep red.

This is his most reassuring disciple, the one who is least prepared for defense. As a result, this person took advantage of his trust, killed him by surprise, and used his trust to wantonly squander the hard-won power.Yes, he saved Gong Wuhou, but it was also this person who let Gong Wuhou go!

Looking down, Xigong Diaoying's eyes were full of clear water, and big tears rolled down cruelly. He rarely lost his composure or even said sadly: "Junior brother would rather commit suicide, of course it is revenge for you, but it is not right, it also means that he In the end, he still couldn't bear to shoot you! He couldn't bear to be sad for Diaoying!"

For some reason, there was a gloomy pain in the heart, the pain was so painful that the roots of the teeth were sore, and there was nowhere to speak.

Why is this man crying?Why so weak?Why did it appear? ... The universe was turned upside down, and thousands of sorrows and hatreds were clamoring endlessly in his chest. He was so excited that he trembled all over, and he really wanted to knock down the cap of this man's spirit with his palm.

"Master!" Seeing that he didn't speak, the man grabbed him even more, as if he could be recognized, "'Saint Wangqing' is not ruthless. Even if you say you want to train the younger brother into an unintentional swordsman, but Are you really happy to really lose his heart?"

Guling Shiyan relaxed his hand that was in mid-air.When Gong Wuhou used his biological father's saber technique to attack him, the pain that had been in his heart at that moment finally emerged. For 20 years, hard work has been accumulated, they have fought, fought, used, and more often face each other coldly, and he can laugh it off.In his world, he was advancing triumphantly, attacking the city, and when he was determined to win, he fell at the last line of defense, and was counterattacked by the Jedi, a shocking counterattack.

Gong Wuhou probably ridiculed him completely.

After all, the grand master couldn't get past the trench of blood, "the eyes of blood and tears...you can't get it"—but it wasn't the eyes of blood and tears. What he never got was the heart of Gong Wuhou.

The grand master of Yandu, who claims to be invincible forever, turned out to have lost from the very beginning.

Guling Shiyan let out a sigh slowly.My eyes are full of mountains and rivers, and my thoughts are far away.

He finally figured everything out.His eyes slipped leisurely, and met those green eyes.

Both of them were dressed in blood and plain clothes, and they were all down and out, which seemed to be a little bit like being in love with each other.

For the third time in Nishinomiya Diaoying's life, he saw his master reaching out to him.I couldn't help crying silently while clutching that hand.

Tantai Wuzhu rushed toward the mist, gradually the cloud and mist became deeper, and the bad premonition followed like a shadow, lingering and lingering.

Seeing Lou Gao in sight, he was about to use his strength to accelerate again, who would have thought that the wind pressure would suddenly fluctuate, and the aura that did not belong to the smoke tower spread out behind him impressively.

Without hesitation, he spun around and turned around, the blue light and flames were about to burst out, and the bamboo sword was about to stab out.

But he accepted the move abruptly.

Du Wuyu, with disheveled hair and broken bones, stumbled towards him. When he got close, his knees softened and his body fell down. He barely grabbed the man's arm, "Guling..."

The quarrel between the black sinful peacock and Qiu Yunshang eventually turned into a fierce battle between the two. He had the idea of ​​escape, so he patiently waited for the opportunity, and he broke the trap with Qiu Yunshang's direct sword energy , took advantage of the chaos to escape.But he is not a god-man in the end, and he is about to fail.

Tantai Wuzhu saw that his body was covered in blood, he was haggard, and he looked like the five declines of heaven and man, he was also shocked and called him: "Du Wuyu! Du Wuyu!" The bamboo sword was taken back, and he turned his hand and touched it with the palm of his hand. To the back, a wave of true energy entered.

Du Wuyu's expression was a little worried, and then he recognized the face ambiguously, and murmured: "Wuzhu...take me...to meet him..."

Tantai Wuzhu hurriedly said: "Good!"

And when he dragged the dying Du Wuyu finally to Lengchuang Gongming, he saw Xigong Diaoying kneeling in front of the steps from a distance, Liang Shougong was changing his clothes for him, the moment his collar was pulled up, he saw the circle A bandage wrapped around the entire upper body.

There was an unprecedented silence in the gap of the partition of the cold window fame.Tantai Wuzhuxin almost jumped out.It was not time for him to reveal his hole cards, so he hurriedly gathered his breath and led Du Wuyu to hide in the projection of a courtyard wall.

He didn't know the cause and effect, but he could only hear Xigong Diaoying's voice from a distance, which was a little weak. There was no doubt that his body was seriously injured, but he still remained calm: "... I am afraid that Diaoying, Nihai Chongfan has received the news from Yandu. The attacking congregation is probably already on their way, and Grandmaster please remember Yandu."

Tantai Wuzhu's heart was chilled when he heard that, how could he be in such a bleak situation?How could he fall into the situation where he had to face Nihai Chongfan to take advantage of the situation?What happened to the Grand Master?Distraught, dizzy.I was really anxious to see it, and thought of the news reported by Liu Hanyan, I really don't know what happened to the Yanlou, but I heard the partition door "squeak" softly, and the great master appeared inside the door.Apart from describing it as clear and thin, with a deep complexion, nothing unusual can be seen for a while.Tantai Wuzhu feels at ease.

Grandmaster stopped in the shadows, as if he was suppressing something, and then slowly stepped out of the threshold, down the steps, and walked up to Xigong Diaoying, "Get up." From such a distance, Tantai Wuzhu already knew clearly He could hear the crackling sound in his words, the condition of his heart and lungs was really worrying, and it was uncertain how much he could perform his exercises.

"The great master once said that the most important thing for a person in a superior position is not to admit his mistakes, or rely on his own ability to turn things around, or turn it into someone else's fault, but he himself must always remain invincible." Nishinomiya Diaoying remained motionless, as firm as a rock, "... Diaoying, using forbidden techniques indiscriminately, is already dying. If the great master has moved his heart of compassion for an abandoned son, he will often feel unbearable, and Yandu will also die." There is no need to fight anymore..."

Tantai Wuzhu could only stare wide-eyed no matter how brightly he spoke.

As night fell, everything seemed to have lost its fulcrum and became helplessly blurred.

The lifeless conversation between the master and the apprentice had gone on for an unknown amount of time. He saw the great master staring at the bluestone bricks in front of the steps for a moment, and finally walked away without looking back.

Liang Shougong hurriedly caught up two steps, stopped, and retreated to Nishinomiya Diaoying.

Xigong Diaoying still knelt down, but said to Liang Shougong with a bit of majesty: "Shougong, it's up to you and me whether you can keep the Yandu Wangmai."

Liang Shougong lowered his head and waved his fan restlessly.

Tantai Wuzhu was very annoyed, and hurriedly led Du Wuyu to follow the great master.To be cautious, I chased all the way to the vicinity of the mist formation before following up.My heart suddenly became tense again: He has been following him for so long, and a person as vigilant as the master has not noticed him?

"This subordinate has met the great master!" His voice changed.

Gu Ling Shiyan stopped, then looked at him blankly.

An unprecedented gloom covered his whole face, Tantai Wuzhu was so frightened that his soul disappeared, and he couldn't ask anything, so he just pushed Du Wuyu out, "This subordinate was assassinated by someone ordered by Liang Shougong , was forced to take refuge in Youmenglou to recuperate, and received a summons from the West Palace today, and hurried back..." His lowered eyes were facing the light and transparent hem of the clothes, and when he heard this sentence, there was a sudden slight shaking, and there was no bamboo. He didn't dare to mention it, and received it in a hurry: "I just met Du Wuyu on the way back."

He pinched a certain acupoint of Du Wuyu, and Renfu woke up again. He vaguely saw the figure, so he gathered his strength desperately, and stretched out his hand as if separated by a long distance: "The ancient mausoleum..."

The passing smoke of Guling was like a dream, and it took a long time before he remembered everything he had planned.Yes, it's time for you to come back.He bent down to grab his hand.

On the other hand, Du Wuyu reluctantly squeezed a decision tremblingly, pointed at the nib between his brows, and when the time passed, they all gathered at one point and poured into the body of Guling Shiyan. "The black sin peacock is coming soon..."

It is the Feng Yuan that the great master has been thinking about.Du Wuyu was already dejected and disabled, but at this moment, his face became more debilitated, but his breath became clear and his veins were relieved. Maybe he should have done this long ago.

"Your justice, prove it to me yourself..."

The passing smoke in the ancient mausoleum is soaring, and gusts of wind are blowing, the golden energy is blowing and the element is festival, and the Danxia Qiyin period, people change from numbness and insensibility to emptiness and sobriety.He remembered that he was the God of Yandu, as long as he was there, Yandu would not perish, and everything could start from scratch, as long as he was there.There is nothing to miss, nothing to give up.The sea of ​​dust is so long that there is no end in sight. Before he gets "eternity", he can only go forward.

"Bamboo Palace, let's go to 'Prepare for a Rainy Day'."

He walked quickly into the thick fog.

In the end, it was himself who became the unintentional person.

In the end, he was the only one left with the cold window fame.

Xigong Diaoying stood up, stepped up the stairs, carefully pushed open the white paper square-edged partition, and walked into this square inch that had been cherished for many years.

The etiquette and laws of Yandu are extremely strict, and no one else can enter the place where the great master lives without special permission.He didn't know the rules when he was young, but he often sneaked in. After a few years, he understood the rules, and he just stood at the bottom seat and saluted respectfully.At that time, he made up his mind to become the chief minister of Yandu who was under one person and over ten thousand people, thinking that as a close minister, he would be able to enter and leave the palace as he did when he was a child.Who knows, the closer he is to that position, the more he needs to lead by example and maintain the dignity of that level of monarch and minister, and the result is getting farther and farther away from the master.On the contrary, that glib Tantai Wuzhu, relying on his special status, is free to go in and out, and do whatever he wants, he is really the one he hates the most...

But after all he was back here again.

He took off the crown and leaned gently on the table.The brocade with lacquered plum pattern is exquisitely embroidered with one stitch and one thread, and it feels exquisite and exquisite.

The oil lamp has been dead and silent for a long time, and the night comes with a clear light, and the only shadow is dim.

He remembered that when he was a child, his body was still small, and this book case was as wide as the sea, and he wished he could lie down on the table to see what Master wrote on the paper.At that time, Wuhou didn't look as domineering as he is now. He was always sick and fell asleep from time to time, so the master always took him by his side.Sometimes when I woke up and felt bored, I danced and tossed in the master's arms, and liked to pull the braids of the master's hair hanging down the skirt, making it messy, and "giggled" in my mouth.And I just lay on the table and watched that Zihao pen go astray, pretending to love to learn, pointing my fingers on the characters and kept asking: "Master, master, what does this word read?"

Fearing that the memory would be lost, he confirmed it over and over again, until the night was late, until the smoke was cold, until he finally fell asleep, and there were three people facing each other in the dream.