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

The author has something to say: Long time no update!The reason is nothing more than laziness, cancer, procrastination, advanced stage, and after going to work, there are too many things to concentrate on, etc.

But I won't abandon the pit, I won't abandon the pit, I won't abandon the pit!

Don't abandon me with the ball QAQ【Be hit

Then this chapter is my long-awaited Master Fighting Long Su! !Ahhhhh! !I really want to see them fight with real knives and guns! !It's a pity that the original work didn't have this opportunity, so I picked up the pen and wrote a dog P [kneeling]

I thought that the battle of hate and the end of the world was already the hardest part, so what else can I not write after finishing that article? ——However, the reality tells me that the unwritten chapters are the most difficult to write!

Because Grandmaster and Long Su are already peak-level figures, I have no way of guessing what it will look like when they fight, let alone write it out [Fall to the ground and can't stand up]

But at this point, dig a hole by yourself, and you have to bury yourself with tears QAQ

Like light and dust, it is the most secluded place in Yandu, just like a cold window of fame.The promenade has hundreds of turns, slim and bright, with evergreen trees planted on both sides, verdant and jade standing, spreading shadows and dense, staggered under the feet, making it more and more secretive at the end.

Walk as lightly as possible, although the Yunjin Huafu unique to Yandu is lighter than a feather and worth a bucket of gold, but still thinks that the delicate rustling sound of the clothes and the ground disturbs the sacred tranquility, the man Bowing his head humbly, holding his breath, he followed behind the neat figure of the palace man like a marionette.

The journey seemed so long that it took a lifetime, and it seemed that I stood in front of the partition fan glowing with faint blue light in an instant.In his panic, he didn't even hear what the Qing palace man said, and out of his corner of his vision, he saw the wooden door covered with bright paper move silently to both sides.

Surprisingly, what the edge of the gaze touched was a black-and-black embroidered golden tufted skirt.Familiar with the unfamiliar uniforms, he was surprised and couldn't help but look up.

The person sitting outside the hall also happened to turn his head, and the black gold cloak wrapped around him was slowly dragged away along the bluestone ground, revealing a small section of the gorgeous red lining.His complexion is charming and almost demonic, but he is perfectly restrained in the condescending indifference between his brows. His thick eyelashes, which are different from ordinary people, dye a thin layer of dark purple at the corners of his slightly raised eyes, blurring the light in his eyes. Looking at him, his expression seems to be tired but not tired, half awake, and his posture of leaning on the rosewood chair as he pleases, is quite like a phoenix rising in the morning light.A scimitar mark on his lips was particularly obvious, making his face hard.

Further up, he would take advantage of his lack of courage to explore.

Light fragrance wafts from the quiet room, half a wisp of orchid or musk deer, chilling to the bone, like a hook snatching away the soul.

The man was afraid at first, so he glanced at the two people who were sitting opposite each other in the mist, and hurriedly bowed down: "Cao, grass people, refer to the great master, Lord Qiangong!"

Hen Qiangu lowered his eyes and glanced at the visitor, and recognized Fang Qingyan, a jade merchant from the famous Jianghe Wangu Pavilion in Yandu, so he turned around and asked Guling Shiyan: "What treasure did the master find again? I haven't heard of Grandmaster going out."

Seeing the shadow of the sun pouring in suddenly, the burning oil lamp on the desk shook desperately and turned into a humble ball of light innocently and helplessly. "Qian Gong's injury has not recovered for a long time. It turns out that he is unwilling to take care of him with peace of mind and is still worrying about my safety. I am really touched."

This joke-like conversation is heard in the ears of the people below for no reason, providing materials for catching wind and shadows, and they can't help but think about it in every possible way. Or a secret criticism after the situation has passed.

Suddenly there was a clear and crisp "click" in the hall, followed by He Qiangu's lazy and slow voice: "What are you doing there, just bring the things up."

Fang Qingyan's heart trembled, and he hurriedly took the vermilion lacquer plate from the palace man, raised it to his eyebrows, stepped into the hall calmly, carefully placed the things between the two, and bowed back, waiting for the holy judge stooped and waited.When he put down his things, he finally saw that it was Grand Master and Qian Gong who were playing chess. The two black and white masters each formed two long dragons, fighting and intermingling in the middle game.The "click" sound just now was exactly the sound of Bai Zi being placed in the plate.

Everyone in Yandu has been required to master the six arts since childhood, and one of chess is popular all over the country because of the presence of a national player like Zhengong Jin Wuzhen.Fang Qingyan is also considered a good player in the village. With a cursory glance, the contrasting chess moves instantly popped into his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it.It seems that they are all the usual stereotypes of "Yanduliu", but after careful study, there are subtle changes, and people are a little dizzy when they think about it.

"Look at Qiangong, can you tell the truth from the fake?" The great master at the other end dropped a sunspot while walking in the courtyard.

There are two identical jade plaques side by side on the big red lacquer plate, which are the Pisces Pei that the Great Master never leaves.Hen Qiangu looked at it carefully for a while, picked up a piece steadily from it, got up and went around Guling Shiyan to tie it back to the empty green silk loop for him, and replied: "If you are not a person who practices the Four Wonders Kungfu, There is absolutely no difference. Boss Fang is very skilled, not to mention the exquisite imitation of the engraving, even the texture of the floating flowers and ice flakes of the selected jade material is the same."

But Fang Qingyan turned pale with shock: "Qiangong! That piece is..."

Hen Qiangu turned his head and glanced at him, then cut off the next sentence: "What is it?"

Fang Qingyan stopped immediately, and replied decisively: "It's nothing. Thanks to Qiangong's false praise, Caomin is ashamed to accept it."

After waving away others, the partition door that is as light as dust is closed again, and the endless past and future events are firmly locked, and it is closed into a sentence of "unspeakable".

Hen Qiangu kept the other jade pendant close to him, and then plunged into the inextricable battle again.

"It took one night to play this chess to reach the middle game. It's really limited by the strength of the ancient chess. It's rare for the ancient mausoleum to not tire of it. But after all, Jin Wuzhen will be back soon, and then naturally he can accompany the grandmaster to have a good time." He weighed the situation. The whereabouts of Baizi was mentioned casually.

Guling Shiyan shook his head lightly, and said: "Zhengong's chess skills are superb, even I am willing to bow down. But his chess can only be successful or unsuccessful, and every move must be the best solution, and often the chess moves are ugly and have no good intentions. He I may still be complacent, but playing chess is just for entertainment, not a real life-and-death struggle. He is too good at calculation, and he can see the winner or loser after only a few steps. It is really boring. Of course, Qiangu never worked in chess , but I appreciate my friend's momentum and layout. Besides being stable, there are also surprising moves, exquisite and elegant, and I will not feel bored after playing for a long time. There is no win or loss in your heart, and the rest is just fun. As time goes by, let's just play Bar."

The black and white pieces rise and fall one after another, slowly eroding the gaps in the grid, and the intermittent chess moves are lingeringly connected.

How could Hen Qiangu not be able to hear the quiet and good intentions of knocking the chess pieces and dropping the lanterns, it's hard for him to break the duckweeds with a sudden rain from the tip of his calm water.But he just refused to condescend and get arrested, relying on his acquaintance, he insisted: "Obviously I'm afraid of losing, why bother talking so much about what's not there."

Satisfied in his heart, he took a picture with great vigor.Whoever imagines is a trap.But Luozi has no regrets, frowned his eyebrows, and secretly sighed that he lost Jingzhou carelessly, the great master did it on purpose.

Sure enough, Heizi took the opportunity to chase and call, and he alternated his hands, and the large area in the southwest corner was in danger.Is it better to lose a few sons and not let the first strong man cut off his wrist, or to grind his iron teeth and fight for a young man to die?Hen Qiangu calculated back and forth, and hesitantly dropped one.

Unexpectedly, the situation changed abruptly.

At first, it seemed that the smoke from the purple gold sand incense burner in his hand had thickened, but when he became alert, he was enveloped by the white air seeping between the black and white chess pieces.This is the softest thing in the world, but at this moment it is like the most indestructible iron wall.Hen Qiangu dragged the sick body to rush to move his internal breath, but he couldn't move the slightest bit.The smoke led the wind and spread arrogantly, engulfing the real scene of the main hall. A huge grid with thousands of threads stretched out from under his feet. The magnificent checkerboard stretched and spread like some living object, and the breath grew out the size of a millstone. The two-color chess piece, step by step, replayed the game just now in the blink of an eye.

Gu Ling Shiyan held a black piece with his middle finger and index finger, sealed the last breath of the white piece in the southwest corner of the chessboard, and the spell was completed.

Qingxiu brushed across the table, the oil lamp went out, and the broad black sword was lightly held behind his back.Standing up and leaving the banquet, the delicate cyclone came out from his arms, turning into Shang Biao in the illusion, suddenly rising up, destroying the sky, oppressing the people in the formation suffocating.

Hen Qiangu's consciousness is still clear, but he can't direct his limbs. He can only watch the person in front of him walk away slowly with his back turned.The azure shadow fades from solid to virtual, from deep to light in the bleached world.

"Guling—" He couldn't help shouting anxiously, stuck in place.

The opening and closing of smoke and clouds is indescribable, the person is far away, and only his voice comes in a trance: "This situation is not easy to break, and it can be solved slowly through the ages. I will go back when I go."

The scenery of Gushe Mountain is very different from Yandu.Chaoyang came out of Dongshan, and the world was peaceful.The big river below it is like a horse, which can be used as a gift from the sea. The still water is full of scales, and the ripples are vivid.

The potential dragon is charming and quiet, and the trapped phoenix is ​​dancing.They are all people who are unwilling to be lonely, just like Changhong Chuanyun, always hoping to leave a shadow and a distant voice.

Grandmaster quietly looked at the water going west, suddenly he twisted his wrist, and clasped his thumb and middle finger.His expression was calm, so calm that he was ruthless, but his hands were extremely tense, with sharp edges and sharp edges.The four qi are accumulated in the middle palace, and they walk along the circle of the sky to the wrist, flicking the fingers quickly, a sword qi is like a meteor falling into the sky, hitting the calm water straightly.Immediately, as if a thunderbolt exploded, Wanbijiang River was blasted into thousands of fragments, flying in all directions, and a wave of white waves thinned the sky in the middle, like a pillar rising from the sky and the earth.The vigor of the rings was almost visible, shaking the peaks, causing the latter to roar like bells and drums.

The water is like a wave of white rice balls that return to the river again, falling into a curtain, blocking the line of sight.The misty and hazy curtains shone with pearly light, like lights lit up one by one.Suddenly, they spun into a point as if pulled by some gravitational force, and the short-lived neon flashed past, and the cluster of sharp lights that surprised the gods and ghosts quickly rushed to the face of the great master.

The two sleeves fluttered, and the great master lowered his eyes slightly as if he didn't hear anything.I saw that the slender and slender figure falling on the rocks slightly changed its angle, leading the body to the right side as if leaning on a Zhulan alone, narrowly avoiding the treacherous Cui Wei's sword light.At the same time, a cyclone is aroused under the feet, and it rises in a circle, supporting the person to drift across the river in an instant. Lingbo stands lightly, and the person floats and falls with the flowing water.

Looking back from the neck, half of the rocks on the previous foothold are collapsing in front of my eyes like dead leaves blown by the westerly wind.Amidst the frightening sound of the misunderstanding that the world is about to be destroyed, the smoke of wolves is coming, and there is no way to distinguish between the two.

The streamer in Ruifeng's eyes moved slightly, because the gray dust suddenly turned into a clear stream, accompanied by three folds of dragon chant, purple light filled the eyes - it was originally an impenetrable sword energy, with an unrecognizable incomprehensible The path of the sword is woven into a lucid dream.

The Grand Master flicked the water surface under his feet, creating a circle of ripples, and frankly led his body to face this menacing move.With the left hand pinching the sword, the Qi circulates around the sky, and the move is level, but at the moment of moving the front finger, it detects the attack from all angles, and the fingertips are like a firefly. cut.

The blue and purple light beams collided with each other, like magnetic poles drawn together tightly, and it was impossible to see who had the upper hand, and all of them shattered into sky-high star grains.

Just now one move was too late to stop, and the rest of the power still stirred up the vast Qingchuan, churning endlessly, a figure in Qionglin's eyes broke through the misty scene, and picked up a sword to attack.As the dragon walked on the water, the blue waves were like cut brocade, and snow waves were blowing up behind him.

The Grand Master took half a step back, and with luck with his fingertips, he wiped the sword body reflecting the white light without any trace, and sent it back with four or two strokes of a thousand catties. A little Liteng on the surface of the water turned into the air, and with a flying kick, he turned from defense to offense and rushed to the opponent's right side.

The opponent raises his shoulders and supports his elbows, accumulating strength to block, the two completely different internal strengths oppose each other, and each shakes away by more than ten feet.

The unbelievably light figure fell back to the water in mid-air with a neat string of rollovers, facing the opponent's merciless sword tip, and even caressed the tassels on the side of the ear quite leisurely, Shi Shiran said generously: "The dragon head is not blessed in your Confucian world, so what advice do you have when you come to my poor land?"

Shulou Longsu's body was still stained with the black light of the dark night. At this moment, all the appearance of a gentleman was thrown away. There seemed to be unfathomable whirlpools in his dark eyes, and contempt was revealed between his lips and teeth: "The Great Master sits firmly on the Diaoyutai and sees enough of the darkness." Yin Jueyu and Zhengdao's mutual killing, wishful thinking is too loud. But you instigated your subordinates to provoke troubles, and you didn't even bother to change your disguise. Such obvious smoke is worn on your body, and you dare to touch others? The place is blatantly showing off in the market, but I never thought that there would be a day when I would be exposed as a coward."

——Yes, there is no need to bother Chi Yinzi to come all the way to analyze with him the causes and consequences behind the conflict between the two parties at that time. After he calmed down, he already noticed that something was wrong: those troublesome people would of course fight with him for the so-called moral principle Even if they meet in battle, they will definitely not hurt a low-quality woman like Mu Xianfeng.The reason why he didn't make a move for a long time was nothing more than waiting for an opportunity.

"Three days after Shi Farewell, the great master was a good bird to choose a tree, and he found this big tree in the Central Plains martial arts. I just don't know, you don't hesitate to use the primordial creation ball to gather the earth's energy to please them, but how much effort does it take?" Gently twisting the wrists, the sword was ready to be stabbed, the true energy was mobilized, and the sensitive water immediately made a noise, and the brilliant water sprayed all the way to the foot of the ancient mausoleum, and politely mocked, "Shulou Longsu is really curious. , please recruit from this side."

Gently rubbing his feet, the person has already flashed in front of him, and Zilongying's complex sword energy was swept out by the move "Swinging mountains and rivers full of red", rushing against the waves and rushing towards him.

Guling Shiyan dodged left and right, and even jumped sideways when a sword was slashing straight at his waist, pulled his hand in the air, and swung it in the same direction, his sharp energy screamed, like a carbine returned from the killing , surrounded by smoke and haze whirling violently.

The top of Shulou Longsu's horizontal sword was just three inches above the hilt, the shock made the tiger's mouth numb, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly for the depth of the great master's cultivation.

What's more, Kunwu hasn't left yet.

When he came, he was indeed full of resentment, but after dismantling the moves of the ancient mausoleum for a long time, the interest in playing with the world gradually surged in his bones.Why don't you know that Yin Yinzi's oblique gestures of righteousness to him are in the final analysis to use his hands to deal with Yandu.He neither wanted to be teased by the grand master in vain, nor did he bother to be someone else's pawn, but this battle was imperative.The good thing is that neither of them is a master of benevolence and morality, and they are also cunning and cunning in knowing what is enough to stop and accept when they are good.

It's just that it's obviously not the time to hypocritically call gold and retreat.

Both of them are innate talents in the current world, each set up a battle, and tried to make a move with wide openness.

The Confucian dragon's head swims the dragon, graceful and graceful, with psychic sword intent, forming shapes at will, and all moves fall on the key points, but they dance with the wind to control the water, and the turbulent sword spirit is full of peachy willows that look forward to Eye.

The Lord of the Four Realms is unshakable by wind and rain, as immovable as a mountain. Kunwu unsheathed, but transported it in his hand as lightly as nothing, pushing horizontally, or chopping vertically, each path was simplified to the extreme, but intentionally or unintentionally, it happened to be in the way. Going to attack again and again, it seems that he avoids it almost dangerously, but in fact it is all calculations.

The probing was about the same, Long Su kicked his foot, and with the sound of "crash", he jumped up, his thin fingers grasped into dragon claws, and attacked his heart in a very small gap exposed by the passing smoke of the ancient tomb.

The great master decisively crossed his arms to block, and his feet also paused. The gurgling water immediately changed its direction, rolled up spray, and surged up the moment the two touched.

This uses a set of close-fitting and compact kung fu.Long Su's first move was blocked, and he immediately turned to lean on that arm and yanked fiercely, trying to pinch his veins.The great master resolutely used the set of Tai Chi that was borrowed from the force, followed the direction of the sharp palm force, twisted and twisted, and turned his wrist extremely quickly.I saw the wide sleeves flaring up, the pearls shining in the room, two palms facing each other, each with their inner breath, the two forces collided with each other, the two had no choice but to retreat.The weapon that had touched it earlier clanged and brushed past, and the mournful long cry burned like a knife in the heart.

Almost at the same time, they blocked the retreating trend, and involuntarily joined together again, the dense and continuous vigorous sword wind scattered blue lightning, and groaned, like the mournful flute sound of an immortal monarch in front of Xuelan Pass.

The sun wheel has traveled to the mid-heaven.

The left wrist twisted lightly, as if it was boneless, and Zilongying held it with his backhand instead, dripping into the water along the blade of the sword, and at a certain moment, a bright light flashed, reflecting Shulou Longsu's awe-inspiring brilliance, A body of beads, to clear to brilliant.The figure flickered, and he strayed to the left of the great master again, and there was a long cry of "嗞——", like a spirit snake spitting out a letter.

Kunwu is generous and heavy, and he rises up briskly, the weapons exchanged, fiercely punched and bit, the ancient sword was heavy and motionless, as if there was an invisible boundary, the people inside must not be violated.

Halfway through the blow, he quickly changed his move again, turned his body at an angle, and then pressed his elbow, the sword tip slanted upwards, turned around and stabbed at the opponent's jaw.The extremely slippery sword exposed the soft and deadly flesh of the throat to the fleeting opportunity.

Without any hindrance, and without any surprising reaction, Guling Shiyan turned his head and flashed, Kunwu left his hand, and wrapped his wrist around as if consciously, and bumped into Zilongying's front sooner or later. Blade, then heard a choking sound.The sound of Chu Chu rolled up the waves, and the perfect water circle, like the reincarnation of fate, roared and spread, lifted and connected to the sky, and then slapped both sides of the bank again.

This is just a confrontation between breaths.The dragon shadow seemed to dissolve into the mist of water in the sky, such a delicate blow was thrown away casually, dissipating the energy, and by the impact with Kun Wu, Lingling flew around, walked through a semi-circular trajectory in the blink of an eye, and then shot at the opponent in the air. The right side of nothing hits.

The ice-blue pupils reflected the cold eyes at the moment when the blade swirled in the opposite direction in front of him. His heart and body did not move. The braided cap tassels vibrate continuously as they chase the passing water.

Another round passed, and the two turned their backs to each other abnormally, but each of them blocked all the angles of sneak attack and being attacked with their swords. If they were not enemies, they would almost be moved by the tacit harmony of the close teeth.

Probably thinking that it would be too lonely for the turbulent flood to calm down, the two figures made a mistake, and the cyan and purple sword lights enveloped the waters again.The roar of the raging waves is deafening, and the sparks fall like falling flowers.

The uneven dragon shadow penetrates the gaps that the opponent's sword can't take care of. The sharpness of the blade makes one's heart chill even with the smile flowing from the corner of the eyes;It is the sword of the Confucian dragon head, which has nothing to do with life and death. Its ups and downs are all famous games, and people are trapped in it, lost and suffocated.

Looking at the Kunwu epee again, it is as steady as a passing lantern in a peaceful and prosperous age, concealing the murderous intent without a trace.As soon as the sword slashed, dazzling light burst out around the spine of the sword, and in the mist of smoke and water, one could glimpse the shadow of the Chang'an moon.

Although they are completely different sword paths, because the sword wielders have thoroughly understood the most important principles in the world, they have reached the pinnacle by different routes. As a result, this battle has turned into another form of reconciliation. There is always a dangerous balance between them.

Shulou Longsu was not in a hurry, and slowly consumed his opponent's physical strength with every move.The power of the creation of the four qi can be mastered by ordinary people. How long can the great master hold the divine weapon to defy the sky?

As he expected, the dripping water pierced the stone, and finally there was a hair-like gap in the impenetrable sword net.Shulou Longsu pressed his sword forward, and a move of "Charming Thousand Shadows" came out through the light, tearing open the gap.It thunders and rolls across the peaks.

The ancient mausoleum, which was suddenly surrounded by purple light, was forced to retreat.The edge of the killing wind is especially sharp, a few ominous murmurs can be heard, and there are several scars on the arms, and quickly stained large swathes of deep red on the wet clothes.

Shulou Longsu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The retreating figure of the clinker did not stop its coherent movements due to the injury, it was too fast to hold a sigh, and the two aurora interlaced, circling to attack. ——"Huihong Cross Reference!"

Slightly astonished, Long Su hurriedly turned around.It was still half a minute late, and a scratch was added to the back of the hand, which healed in an instant with the instinct of the dark night clan.He was a little surprised, could it be that the opponent also has a similar self-healing ability?

However, this is not the case.

Guling Shiyan just, simply does not feel pain.

Since when it started, he has no intention of pursuing it.Maybe it was after the formation of the twelve turbid yin, or it might go back to the day when I left Yandu.But at this moment, he was just thankful that this body made him fight unconsciously.

It is clear that the sky is clear, but Gushe Mountain is like thunder in the middle of the night, and the rain is broken and the wind is blowing.

One move against one move, being used with the utmost luxury.The world is so vast, but in the sinluo purgatory where the wind is howling and ghosts are weeping, the way of life is slowly blocked by the colliding and intertwined sword energy, and gradually there is only an extremely narrow narrow road, and no one knows who will occupy it.

Finally, the slim vitality was consumed by the two and turned into the last ray of light that the setting sun could illuminate before sinking.

From the avenue to the simplicity.At this point in the battle, Zilongying's luxurious and magnificent sword body suddenly flipped and flung, and the blazing light burst out, as if to completely obliterate the afterglow.

What resisted it was the rain of swords that split the air, as if the sky had collapsed, and the smoke was billowing, blocking the universe.

Shulou Longsu was a little dazed, he had never seen a swordsman who simply gave up defense and risked his life to attack.The sword is no longer a sword, but it has the charm of a saber technique.A single weapon was manipulated to the end, breaking free from the fate it was given when it was forged.

The bizarre move is called "Smoke and Dust Looking at the Angry Moon".

If it is said that the two of them were fighting for the only winding path leading to the dangerous peak, but if the move of the ancient mausoleum passed away, it would destroy even the last way out.For a moment, Long Su couldn't predict the outcome.

But then there was a "poof", which was the movement of the thin long sword piercing the shoulder blade.

For a moment, the blue sky fell into the sky, and there was no sound.

The blood flowed backwards, overflowing from the tightly pursed lips and teeth, flowing over the man's chin, and dripping onto his chest.

Gu Ling Shiyan frowned, looked down at his trembling left hand, there was nothing in his palm.

Like an eternal silence, the great sword that was shaken by the cyclone lost its sound and screamed, and sank into the cliff not far away in amazement. The brown fringe of the sword was dyed another color, with a touch of sadness, rising and falling in the aftermath of the great battle .