The author has something to say: I’m sorry~~~~ I’m so efficient when I update the article after work~~~~ The summer work pressure is relatively high. I'm already a salted fish
[Note 1]: Regarding Kunwu, there is indeed this statement, which is not fabricated by the author.
After taking a few steps in a row, the smoke in the formation became deeper, and even the enemy and our chess pieces could not be seen clearly in the vast expanse of whiteness. Hen Qiangu took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
The God of Shadow Transformation clanged his hands, and the sharp blade slashed down along the trajectory of a crescent moon. The startling wind was like the breath of the lips and kisses of the blue dragon, breaking the pervasive smoke screen from the center, and it disappeared for a while.Seizing this momentary opportunity, Hen Qiangu quickly memorized the chess game.
But in the blink of an eye, the smoke surrounded again.
At this moment, the chess game has come to an end.The great master has always been black, and he took the lead in the half of the sons. This way, he took advantage of the trend and rushed the white sons into chaos.From Hen Qiangu's point of view, the twenty or so people in the lower left corner have been surrounded to death, and the other three corners are also trapped in the struggle.
Yandu used an ancient seventeen-lane chessboard. Compared with the nineteen-lane pattern in other afflictions, the space for displaying is smaller, and it is really survival in the cracks.As for the masters playing chess, every inch of land must be fought for. Playing chess is said to be a pastime, but it is the most energy-intensive. After the fight, both sides are crying blood.
"Nine in the west and ten in the south." Hen Qiangu concentrated his mind and finally decided on the next step.
The phantom array changed accordingly, and there was an extra white piece in the middle of the chessboard.
He has always had a grass belly with golden horns and silver borders. Hen Qiangufei is really desperate, but only the surrounding area of Tianyuan surrounded by these hundreds of people may have left him with a glimmer of life.
But even though he racked his brains and weighed again and again, almost at the same time as he made his move, the black chess wandered into the hinterland like looking for flowers and asking willows, and he didn't care about the provocation of white chess to attack the center.Hen Qiangu could almost see the great master's eyes full of contempt for him, and was so annoyed that he was about to vomit blood.
However, when encountering a strong enemy, one has to set aside a part of his mind to play the game. Having this leeway is enough to prove that the person is safe.Thinking of it this way, he immediately let go of the suffocation in his chest and concentrated on dealing with it.
With tears in every step and blood in sight, the clouds and mist turned upside down for more than a dozen rounds, and the board was finally restored to a five-to-five situation, and the mist receded a little.Hen Qiangu seemed to be wandering between half-dream and half-awake, only now did he feel cold and sweaty, as if he had exhausted all his life's learning, and gradually felt exhausted, not knowing whether he could survive to the end.
As soon as this sense of crisis emerged, the scene in front of him really shook, and then again.
The weapon sank suddenly in his hand, and his heartstrings, which had just been relaxed, were stretched to the tightest in an instant: it wasn't that his vision was unclear, but that the forbidden spell on him was about to fail.This means that the grand master is in danger? !
Because he can't feel the pain, he can be ignorant and fearless at half-life swords and halberds; because he can't feel the pain, he can ignore the scarred and downcast eyes without feeling it.
But pain is the self-protection of the mortal body.It is also because of ignoring the warnings again and again that the heavy body finally betrayed the will, and Kunwu, who has always been like an extension of his left hand, is no longer manipulated.
Guling Siyan watched a green blade pass through his shoulders, still feeling no pain, only feeling vague in his chest.The blood flow is difficult to continue, the qi in the middle is stagnant, and you can't see things for a moment, the sky and the earth are blurred, and all phenomena are flying, all blurred into bands of light, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and purple, drifting away—these are all kinds of people , Come and go, never return to his world.Unprecedented, he suddenly wanted to know, in the end, who would be left, who would simply accompany him to see the clouds, mountains and snow.
Shulou Longsu was also a little surprised.The slender and sharp sword spine continuously drains blood, drips into water, and spreads out, like peonies blooming together.Startled suddenly, he subconsciously drew back the blade.
This sword was withdrawn very quickly, without causing any new injuries, but in the end it caused Gu Ling Shiyan to sway two steps.The other party ignored it, held his breath so as not to sink into the water, stabilized his body, and slowly turned to the shore.
The river flow is gentle, cold and long.He walked steadily and calmly, walking as he wanted, as straight as bending down to pick up a card that fell off the table unintentionally, and he didn't mind the empty door behind him at all.
Long Su knew his intentions, but he couldn't understand: Even if Kunwu was pulled out, the defeat was already settled, so did he have to fight until the last soldier before he would admit defeat?
The twilight is all together, and the mountain light is condensed into purple.The extended solitary shadow reflects the towering cloud peaks.
Gong Wuhou is hidden in a stone's throw away from the battle situation.
He had a deep feeling, which drove him to run like today without tomorrow, and when he stopped, he saw the bloody scene.
It's just a stone's throw away, but it can't move forward any more.
Hundred generations of Kunwu disappeared in the mountain rock, only the simple and simple sword painted with silver mang pattern was clamped outside, the great master switched to his right hand and clenched it tightly, and repeated it again and again, but it didn't move at all.After all, he is a heroic figure of a generation. Being betrayed by this, he is in extreme danger, but he is still calm and composed, with an awe-inspiring wind around him.Concentrating on the mind, with the control of luck, the palm paused, and suddenly twitched, I saw white light bursting out from the slit, the whole mountain trembled, the rocks rolled and fell, and there was a lot of noise, but it was hard to stain the plain sleeves.Even though he was unable to hold the sword anymore, the grand master's awe-inspiring posture holding the blue blade was still not to be underestimated.
Picking up the defeated sword, Gong Wuhou has experienced it countless times in those long years, and the resentment and shame in it are like the karmic fire of eternal life in an extremely hot prison, burning like the fangs of a poisonous python. His flesh and blood joints, there will be ten thousand lives and ten thousand deaths in an instant.But now, witnessing that the teacher who teaches the vocation refuses to be humiliated under the mighty power, this kind of torture is almost doubled.
His eye sockets were dry and bloody, but there was no sign of wetness at all, only a little blood and tear stains slanted down at the corners of his eyes without hesitation, making him a sad embellishment.
Thunder rolled across his forehead, and he laughed at himself for not knowing where the sadness in his heart came from.Maybe it's because the swaying figures on the water seem to be aging in front of him, maybe it's because of the unacceptable failure of a fellow swordsman, maybe it's just because, he came here in a hurry, but at the last arrow The land lost its reason to move forward.
Hate to break the horizon, cut the yellow sand, the faults of life are so smooth and smooth, it seems that leaving an inch of leeway is a disappointment.
The soul lingers on the alchemy, the nine layers of smoke and snow, the vast scene that seems to be sinking in the west after a lifetime, and I can no longer share his sorrows and joys.
This short space of a stone's throw is crowded with 20 years of love and hatred, mixed feelings, and he can't make it through.
The uncontrollable trembling forced him to pinch the nearby forest, retracting his five fingers, and gouged out scars for this devastated mountain and river.
Bright red liquid flowed out of the clenched fist—the wound from the silverware had long since condensed, leaving only a shallow scar that seemed to be brought down from the previous life—it was the vermilion fruit unintentionally brought out from the smoke, and it rotted on the In his hand, along the palm lines, he slowly dripped the rare juice, splashing red the miscanthus that was knee high.
Suddenly I can't breathe.
"... Sigh, Junior Brother has worked so hard to get here, but in the end, won't you make a move?"
Gong Wuhou remained unmoved, and just stared at the front obsessively.Really can't bear to look back.
"Only as a senior brother begging you..."
The inner demon is like a cocoon, breaking through the chrysalis for this seemingly real and illusory "please".
He turned around and blurted out: "You come back, I will listen to you!"
The branches are whirling, and the shade is incomprehensible.Yoyo Konoha fell in shock, as if secretly laughing, and vaguely heard a promised "OK".
There is such a person in my memory, when he is happy, he will bring the world together.
But they are all fake.
This side is chaotically struggling, while Shulou Longsu has slowly raised his weapon, the waves of whales are churning, the waves are blowing snow, and the costumes are hunting and agitating, waiting for the opponent's choice.
When they were stuck together, a green light suddenly burst in.Immediately afterwards, the bamboo leaves flushed, and the sticky bloody smell was completely filtered out.Like the new rain, the bamboo arrows that were pushing up the cracked rocks broke through the ground in disorder, and in the rustle, they carefully blocked the great master.Xiaoxiao bamboo leaves seem to be coming suddenly from a sudden rain, and the pieces are like the scales of a green dragon being torn off. pounce.Long Su's wrist tightened, the sword array was coming fiercely, he knew he couldn't avoid it, he simply swung his foot, the whole person jumped up, picked up the center surrounded by the swirling flow of the four veins, jumped in, swirled sideways, and the purple energy flowed from the inside The outside is expanding heavily, and it is colliding with the impenetrable blue leaf net like a protective qi, "Ding Ding Dang Dang" actually made a series of sounds of swords and swords, scratching people's scalp numb.The dragon's head was suddenly trapped, but his body was light and nimble, as if he had no bones. With just one move, the air veins between the leaves were shattered, and the slender shadows scattered in an instant. crying, dancing high into the air.
In just one breath, Long Su followed the movement just now and drew his dantian back, twisting abruptly out of thin air, avoiding a sword that brushed against his cheek.The blue-green sword edge made another move, forcing him to duck down to dodge.However, the back moves came one after another, one sword after another, getting closer and closer as if urged by something.Long Su retreated across the river with Zi Longying on his arm, and immediately rose vertically, pulling up a white rainbow.The opponent swiped back with his sword and threw it in the air, but he stopped, and a wave of wind visible to the naked eye gushed out, bursting at once. close at hand.He could clearly see the stern radiance on that handsome face, the cold stars in the amber pupils, and the killing intent was strong.Long Su's heart suddenly felt disturbed, the shadows of smoke were heavy, and the mountains were emerald green, like a maze nested in circles, with no end in sight.
"Whoosh, whoosh" several times, the new bamboos were picked up from the soil one by one, as if they had a will, and followed the traces of the enemy's rapid retreat to grow wildly into one piece.Long Su hurriedly kicked the branch in front of him firmly, using his strength to dodge the tentacles of these monsters from left to right, and spun around again, but was facing the green sword point that was flashing out of the shadows.He drew his sword and slashed, but it was just a false move, he took the opportunity to turn around and float out Zhang Xu, but he didn't expect that the two new bamboos on the left and right slanted down and blocked the back road.
He had just gone through fierce battles, and his physical strength was exhausted, but his internal strength, which was as strong as a tiger descending from a mountain, could not even hold back the usual ostentation of a gentleman.Following the shaken sword's edge, he turned around and stabbed forward, and the stream of light burst out, like the stretched tail feathers of a phoenix, piercing straight towards Long Su's heart.Tantai, who is bathed in the adoration, has no distracting thoughts, nine-turn skills, and his life's comprehension seems to be poured into this sword. The sword's original brilliance, like a broken diamond, turns and turns, attracting and blooming, flooding the sword. The green fluorescence gradually merged into a blue-white mist, which was quite terrifying.With a lift and a twist of his wrist, the sword edge is drawn out, and the famous move is as complicated as it is simple: "The cloud returns to Taihua!".
Long Su's internal breath kept clamoring, accompanied by Tantai Wuzhu's deep voice, he was unexpectedly caught off guard.
Sharp eyes pressed against the opponent, with a confident and determined momentum, Gao Hua Bo Yun, even a little bit of nibble between the eyebrows wiped out the brilliance for the first time in this life-like the light and shimmering light splashed by dew, but the income did not fall to the ground at all Ripples melted in the frozen eyes.In the shadow of the intertwined bamboo grove, the Grand Master was silently running the "Double Scrolls of Washing the Pulse" mental method, the wound on the shoulder no longer bleeds, and a large piece of deep ocher is condensed, it seems that the person is as quiet as waiting for some answer But this thin layer of halo, like the jade smoke in the Kunshan Xuanyuan, illuminated his eyes.
It is said that the white head is as new and the cover is as old as before. Unreasonable people certainly have different ways and do not conspire with each other, but the meeting between the great master Yandu and Tantai Wuzhu was also abandoned by the former because of the saying "like old friends at first sight". ——Too much alike, too familiar, looking at him is equivalent to taking a selfie in a mirror, without any surprises, how can he be able to regenerate expectations for the world that he has read all the way, like nurturing Nishinomiya Diaoying and Gong Wuhou?
When he first heard about this "crazy life in the bamboo forest", the great master was also curious.At that time, he was the first to practice Guozuo, and the bloody storm had not yet dissipated. In order to protect the remnants of opposing him in the territory from colluding with the outside world, he made the Taoist order to seal the territory.Although Yandu has avoided the world for several generations, he still communicates with the Central Plains to some extent. This move naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of some people, and the young master of the Tantai family made the most noise.Many years ago, he was also a fairy-like figure who was proud of his youth. Ling, immediately unhappy.
It is also like the same bamboo forest in front of you, deep and indistinct, the smoke is light, the great master is walking in a tortuous way, just when he heard a young man singing on the festival: "Qi'ao is not a phoenix pool, Ling Lun has not seen it..." Two lines of stabbing Difficult road, hard to meet Mingzhu, really presumptuous.
After turning two steps, I saw the singer leaning on a big couch, with Yaoqin, cups and so on randomly placed on the low table beside him. all in one.If it weren't for the fact that the smoke is full of mountains and driving is not easy, or you will have to learn from Ruan Ji's cry of poverty, to get more ancient meaning.Behind the bed is an eight-foot-high floor-to-ceiling screen, which depicts the scene in front of me. The layout is very good, dense and dense, and the brushwork is vigorous, and it seems to vaguely contain some kind of martial arts moves.It's just that there is a small screen at the head of the bed to block the wind, silver hooks and copper buttons, rich and exquisite workmanship, and beautiful women before broken branches and flowers blooming are painted on the silk silk—it is neither fish nor fowl.
Too young, without a city, the great master glanced at him plainly, he didn't know how to hide the young man's thoughts, he could clearly see the corners of his brows and lips, and even guessed through his past and present lives.
"Gentlemen value self-knowledge. Jia Muliang is here, so why wait for Ling Lun to make the flute? Even if you don't want to use the Yellow Emperor as a master of Yandu, as long as you have this ability, you will naturally have Feng Laiyi." During the conversation, He lightly caressed a stalk of emerald bamboo, and slowly stroked a section of slender and smooth surface, as if casually admiring it.
Tantai Wuzhu sat up straight, her light golden hair slipped down her shoulders quietly.When the wind blows, the sleeves are fluttering, and the densely woven dark blue bamboo pattern on the visitor's clothes seems to be flying away without restraint.After a while, the wind became stronger, and the jade trees all over the mountain seemed to sway back and forth according to a certain frequency.The leaves are scattered and whispered, and the slender branches of the sky are like silk threads intersecting the longitude and latitude between the sky and the earth, weaving countless trajectories of fate, which makes it impossible to distinguish.One sound after another, at first it was just a deep low sound, like a secret sound from the distant deep sea.Suddenly, in the autumn light, a flying bird whistled quickly, and I heard the sound of waves, Luanming, Jingfeng, Buddhist chant, five-tone twelve rhythms... everything is similar, and nothing can be properly compared.
"Have you heard the music of people but not the music of the earth, and the music of the earth and not the music of nature?" He suddenly remembered this sentence he read in "Zhuangzi" when he was young.All phenomena, thousands of shapes and forms that Tantai Wuzhu has seen and never seen before, all gather in a corner of Xiaoxiao Yandu. In his heart, the reversal of heaven and earth, the alternation of spring and autumn, joy and sorrow, life and death of prosperity and decline, are all at a loss. The ground roared and passed away.The man with a towering chest standing in the center of the storm just calmly looked at the clumps of clumps of shade, just saying it was normal.
Bamboo sounds come from the deeply buried past, echoing symphonically with this moment.
Shen Yunyaokong seemed to be crumbling behind the two of them, and the steep mountains and strange peaks were twisting and twisting, and they were falling rapidly like the ebb tide.Memories surged up layer by layer, and it suddenly returned to the beginning—just that time has changed, and this time it was replaced by the great master listening to the song of Feng Yin quietly.
The young man who was flying and looking forward to him at that time, now his romance has not diminished, but his brows are getting deeper and deeper, like hiding a trapped beast that will be awakened at any time.The forehead is a little thick green, and the light is shining brightly, shining through the clouds, which is clearly another scene that has never been appreciated in this life.The most important thing is the new green of the dyed mountains, endlessly trending towards the sky, the moon, and the infinite vitality. today.If it wasn't for a higher level, the world would just collapse.
Even though he has all kinds of thoughts, he can't suppress them with just a blink of an eyelid. Besides, Tantai Wuzhu has entered meditation, and even forgot his own life and death, and it is even more difficult to care about the fleeting eyes of the person he is covering with the dense forest.He firmly believes that he is that barrier, impervious to wind and frost, even if the bloodthirsty king standing on the altar in front of him is being drawn by anger and spreading the wings of the night that can swallow all time to him.
The two rose at the same time in Hong Zhong Da Lu's thundering sword array, and they were about to die together.
"Bamboo Palace! ——Stop." The great master who stepped out of the bamboo forest gave an order, and came straight from the sky.
Inexplicably, the two withdrew their moves at the same time, lost their sight, and turned back to the long beach where the original landform could no longer be discerned.The wind is jittery, and it will last for a long time.Tantai Wuzhu still clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, rattling, he seemed to wake up from a bad dream, a little confused, only one thing he knew, that was to block the dead smoke in the ancient tomb without leaking.
"Zhugong, you step back, the dragon head won't do anything to me," Guling Siyan said in a relaxed tone, as if he was oblivious to everything around him. The first climb up and shout, the army is overwhelming, Yandu, why come in person."
Tantai Wuzhu blinked blankly.
"Of course, Yandu is not tolerated by the righteous way of the Central Plains, but Longshou also has something he doesn't want to lose in vain. This time, he came here to give advice, but he weighed Yandu's weight, to see if he is qualified enough to work together. Now that things are up to now, think about it in your heart Now that we have made a decision, there is no need to hurt both sides."
Zilongying cut a line of light like a silk thread, and immediately turned into a purple jade flower fan, which was led to swing gently in front of the lapel. "That's right. But Great Master, you are stuck here, and your strength is no longer as good as before. If I want to help you fight against the sea, Chongfan, and even the righteous way of the Central Plains, no matter what Long Su is, it will be a loss-making business..." The fan covered his lips , but saw his eyes burning.
"Xiaoxiao Muyu." Grandmaster blurted out this place without thinking.
Then Tantai Wuzhu saw light gathered in Long Su's long and narrow eyes.
Long Su naturally knew where it was.When Xuanming explained the origin of the Yuansheng fortune ball to him, he talked about this secret realm in detail: if people from the four realms did not enter this place at the same time, those who trespassed would lose all their strength and body in a short time and would die on the spot.For ordinary people, this is a death place that must not be set foot in, but Long Su is not an ordinary person, and the immortal physique of the bloodthirsty clan can ignore this vision.
The great master didn't miss the emotion in his eyes, and continued: "I guess the dragon head has already been there, Xiaoxiao Muyu is indeed a bloodthirsty fiefdom blessed with unique hardships. In order to protect Yandu, Guling really wants to borrow the dragon head With a helping hand, after the matter is completed, I will present the road map to enter, so that the bloodthirsty people will not be disturbed by the righteous path."
old fox.Long Su secretly hated: It turned out that he had expected that he would come, so he sealed Xiaoxiao Muyu's passage in advance with the help of the earth.Tit for tat has been going on for a long time, Longshou really has nothing to say except for the sentence "you meet your opponent, you will meet a good talent", and there is nothing unwilling about it.Then he swallowed his breath and pulled out a cold smile: "That's it, very good."
Tantai Wuzhu blankly watched Longying Yukongxing go, and it took a while to recover from the chaos of the wind and waves.
He has never been so impatient, he has been careless all his life, and at this moment alone, he fears that he will be a moment late, as if his life is hanging by a thread.It is full of panic and wishful thinking, comparable to the sad missus behind all the rich men who are hidden by dusk in the world.
Bi Jian fell to the ground, he suddenly turned around, lifted the hem of his clothes and knelt down straight, and said in pain: "I am late, I hope the master will forgive me!" There was a flame in front of his eyes, and he was sore.
Then he saw his lord walking towards him calmly as always, reaching out to lift him up.
Guling Shiyan thought of what Hen Qiangu had done for Tantai Wuzhu before, and felt a little surprised: He said he was afraid of being rude, but the person in front of him was almost extremely humble, and it was obvious that he was too polite to talk about being rude. up.
"How can Zhugong behave so well?" After all, he was a little seriously injured, and only when he got closer did he realize that there was a glide in the familiar tone.It's just that he looked into those amber eyes with serious weight, and he didn't know what he thought of or was touched by something, his eyes lost focus for a moment, and he mumbled, "I know... Zhugong will definitely come .”
Tantai Wuzhu was really relieved when he heard the words, he hurriedly got up and supported the great master's arm with both hands.
It's just that these words drifted into the ears of Gong Wuhou, who had been watching from a distance for a long time, but it was like a thin thread, after struggling for a long time, it was finally torn off, and an unprecedented sense of powerlessness enveloped him.His story turned out to have ended a long, long time ago.He could almost see a door, in front of him, closed forever.
Either love or hate, burn everything, give everything, and in the end, he is the only one left.
The door is closed tightly, and the silhouette of two people sitting opposite each other is cast on the partition.
No human voice was heard in the hall, only a wisp of furnace smoke smuggled away, silently drawing a diluted stroke in mid-air.It is not some expensive spice, only two flavors are used, and the method of preparation is simple. Steam the vanilla in a urn to get the juice, and then mix it with Suhe sesame oil to make it return to its original nature and its natural beauty without decoration.I can also smell the vanilla, which is called Miwu. It is said that Emperor Wu of Cao Wei likes to hide it in his sleeve.
The person who burns the incense is careful and elegant, and the fire is controlled low and durable, so the fragrance comes out faintly, lingers low and long, and does not mess up its shape when it is between two peerless masters.Yinzi stared at it for a long time, almost thinking that everything would calm down like this cold smoke forever.
—Of course it is impossible.How sloppy the martial arts will be in the future depends on his next few words.Therefore, after hesitating for a long time, he still couldn't decide whether to follow the agreement and tell the person in front of him the solution of the "Twelve Transformations of Turbid Yin Formation" in Yandu.
"If you say, I want this half of the country?" Thinking about how courageous the great master is, he said this sentence calmly, as if he was just gambling with him.
At that time, Yinzi was not sure if it was a warning of "the mast and scull disappear in ashes and smoke while talking and laughing", so he simply played Tai Chi with him: "The great master has been praised by the talents of heaven, earth, and earth. The three swords of heaven, earth, and man are the best in the world. Half of the country can also be regarded as a speech to judge the situation."
Gu Ling Shi Yan let out a low laugh, took his seat calmly, leaned slightly and said, "Your Excellency's absurd praise, Gu Ling's jokes are really disrespectful. There are thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and the mother-in-law world. If it is really the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, why do all religions and sects hate it?" Abandoned like a pair of shoes, which one of the patriarchs who were enlightened and enlightened did not think hard about transcending the world and ascending to the day? But isn’t Nihai Chongfan a ready-made example?”
Hearing this school of rhetoric, Yinzi was a little surprised: "Then dare to ask the Great Master, what is your intention?"
The great master bowed his body and said: "You and I are both cultivators. What we are looking for is naturally to take advantage of the righteousness of the heaven and the earth, and to guard against the debate of the six qi. You have to go to the mountain to get it. Now the main peak of Yandu is suppressed by the Sanqing Formation Under the circumstances, Gu Ling is willing to exchange the power of Yuan Sheng's good fortune ball for the party that breaks the formation."
Yinzi originally thought that the Grand Master would open his mouth like a lion, but upon hearing this, it was so beneficial and cost-effective that he could not even use his pre-prepared bargaining rhetoric, but it was also because of Guling Shiyan's performance of being so careful , On the contrary, it seems deliberate, which makes people more vigilant: "Forgive me, the great master destroyed the ice building and unified the four realms, and acted vigorously. I really don't see the meaning of being willing to be the master of the four realms. Please let me know."
He stared at Guling Shiyan's expression with piercing eyes, hoping not to miss any wavering, but Grandmaster's face was peaceful, but his expression was less relaxed, he lowered his head slightly, and after a long time, took a deep breath and said: "To tell the truth, This is probably because of the selfishness of the ancient mausoleum. The smoke was trapped that day, but fortunately my eldest disciple desperately activated the formation. Recently, I have often thought about the situation that day, and gradually realized the problem. What my apprentice used was three The 'Twelve Transformations of Turbid Yin Great Formation' opened by the art of Qing Daohua focuses on opening the door of death with the soul energy hole on the day of full yin. The law is still there? After thinking hard for a long time, the only explanation is that after the establishment of the formation, because the three talents of heaven, earth and man are complete, it can form a system and circulate on its own. That's it! I just think that my disciples sacrificed their lives and souls on that day and they will definitely die. Now it seems that the formation is still there. Then, the person is still alive? It's just that the profound formation is integrated, and he has no power to escape? I have never seen this spell before. If you can’t confirm it, I hope the Taoist priest will clarify.”
Seeing that his words were sincere and his guard lessened, Yinzi nodded and said, "It's just as the great master said."
The frowning eyebrows spread out at once, and the ancient mausoleum paused for a while, and then said: "Then, after the Yuansheng fortune ball relieves the suffering and famine, I will also teach you the way to resolve it."
So today is the time for Yinzi to fulfill his promise.
Seeing the merits of the Yuansheng Fortune Ball, there are many rumors in the martial arts about this dragon ball of the Tianjiang Lin clan. It is hard to tell whether it is true or not. Yinzi naturally knows that the rumors are not credible, but there are many fears about Yandu How much.After all, because of the promise first, I was a little hesitant.He looked at the person sitting opposite him, his expression was clear and calm, only the starlight clustered in his eyes was just like the charcoal buried under the frost and ashes in the purple sand furnace in front of him, its color was like liquid gold, and it burned into a quiet room Concentrated.
Thinking that he still had a handle on the passing smoke of the ancient mausoleum, he swept the whisk slightly, and said: "Just as the great master speculated, the Sanqing Formation led the power of the three talents of heaven, earth, and people to form the current entrenched in the smoke capital. The air of chaos above."
"The upper and lower sides are not in shape, and it is difficult to be shaken by ordinary external forces. I dare not use extreme moves rashly, for fear of hurting the people in the formation. How can I break it?"
Hearing his sincerity, Yinzi finally told him the truth: "There was a saying in "Huainanzi" that 'in ancient times, there was no heaven and earth, but there were only images and invisible things, and there were two gods mixed together. , so it is different from yin and yang, separated into eight poles'."
Guling Shiyan immediately understood: "As long as there are these 'two gods', can we break through the formation?"
"Exactly. The two gods are the gods of yin and yang creation. When it comes to creation, it is natural to know that the two gods are Pangu and Nuwa. The ancient gods are hard to find, but they still have treasures left in the world..." Yinzi glanced at him as he spoke, and after a while, cast another indifferent glance at the heavy ancient sword placed on the table.
The grand master followed his gaze, and the black scabbard seemed to absorb all light and color.
"I heard that this Kunwu was made by the eighth-generation ancestor of the Pangu family with his own tail vertebrae. It was once the sword of King Mu of Zhou, and it is the ancestor of all weapons in the world." [Note 1]
Yinzi left for a long time, but the dead smoke in the ancient mausoleum was lost in his thoughts and did not see him off.
The hall fell into silence again. With a sound of "squeak", a gap cracked in the tight wall, and a figure flashed out between the opening and closing.
He and the Great Master's martial arts originate from the same vein, and the breathing and breathing are also in step, so even Yinzi didn't realize that there was another person in the hall.
The folding fan was tightly squeezed in his palm, Tantai Wuzhu didn't feel the pain, he thought for a while before asking: "What does Grandmaster mean, that Xigong is still there?"
The great master just caressed Kunwu without raising his head, and replied ambiguously: "I'm just speculating." After a pause, he continued, "But finally let Yinzi spit out the solution, Yandu, we must do it."
Tantai Wuzhu looked at his side face behind the smoke screen, and it seemed that the edges and corners had softened: "It's still time to congratulate Grandmaster. It's not too late. When does Grandmaster think we will return to Yandu?" After so many years , when one day he could finally proclaim these four words, he would actually vibrate them.
Guling Shiyan raised his head slightly and took a deep breath, and said coldly: "There is news from Nihai Chongfan that the 30 living souls will be held soon, and it will become a place of right and wrong that everyone will focus on. It's our perfect time."
In the deep autumn, it is said that the area around Jianting is full of green pines and cypresses, but there is no decay of fallen flowers and withered flowers.Under the pavilion, the curved water splashed, and the people in the pavilion rested on the westerly wind, sleeping comfortably, without the sharpness of the past, watching people suddenly burst into an unknown fire.
With a sound of "click", the folding fan has been opened, and the wind of killing and cutting gushes out. The man steps forward and leaps, dexterously like an arrow that leaves the string, and a miserable green long neon stabs straight into the pavilion.
Hen Qiangu woke up in a flash, grabbed the vermilion lacquer pillar and made a loop, and flew towards the outside of the pavilion, the dragon-patterned cloak puffed up, revealing a scarlet corner.
"Tantai Wuzhu, you?!" He yelled sharply, already avoiding several tricks in his words.
The snow-colored fan turned round and round, chasing and hitting like a living creature, the scars were still scarred through the ages, and it was no longer as flexible as usual, and suddenly fell down, completely useless.Taking advantage of this momentary opportunity, the opponent twisted his wrist, and the sinister sharp point hit Qiangu's inferior ear artery.
Hearing that his breath was out of order, his eyes were slightly red, Hen Qiangu said anxiously, "Why are you crazy?"
Tantai Wuzhu gritted his teeth and couldn't say a word, he just confronted each other for a long time, his mind was overwhelmed for a while, his hands trembled, and then he withdrew his weapon, and said angrily: "Yesterday, Shulou Longsu came here to fight against you. The Grandmaster is not good, where are you? If it wasn't for my subordinates to pay attention to report and arrive in time...you still have the mood..."
Hen Qiangu still raised his jaw slightly, his face tensed for a moment, but he slowly relaxed: "Thanks to you as a shadow guard, every move and every style is taught by the great master, but the heart and city are far behind. After so many years, the master Has he ever missed a single point in his actions, since he is facing the enemy alone, he must have full confidence, otherwise why not follow the old example and abandon the pawns to save the commander? Xigong Diaoying can still abandon him, let alone you and me?"
His tone was as lazy as ever, slow, and he said every sentence to Tantai Wuzhu, and the listener realized what Guling Shiyan said to him yesterday, and his mind was a little uncertain: Why is it that he wronged him for thousands of years? ? "But it's your duty to guard Yandu. In the end, you were locked in the chess game by the master. It's ridiculous to watch him go into danger!"
Hen Qiangufu was leaning in the pavilion again, and couldn't help covering his lips and sneered when he heard the words: "Otherwise, what should I do? I am definitely not an opponent of Shulou Longsu, and I will lose Yandu's face if I forcefully enter the battle. Or do you really think, Great Master Is this sympathy for subordinates' wounds?"
Tantai Wuzhu was stunned on the spot.
——He always lives too soberly, and must drink during the day, forcing himself to get drunk, so as to blunt the thorns and thorns of reality.
But Tantai Wuzhu is always in a daze, watching people and things through the false bead curtain, everything is shining, everything is good.
I have to say, what a pair of brothers and sisters.
Tantai Wuzhu was annoyed for a moment, and he spread out the fan again and shook it fiercely.While the long hair was fluttering, he squinted at the black jade hanging from Hen Qiangu's waist, and the purple tassels were dragged on the ground, "Just now I heard the tone of the master, it seems that Xigong Diaoying is probably not dead, and now the master has learned the method of unsealing from Yinzi , Nishinomiya Diaoying will return to power soon, and you are still wearing this token to flaunt it!"
"I just think what you want to say." Hen Qiangu twisted his body slightly, resting his thin fingers on his raised knees, "The old man is not completely sure about the life and death of Xigong Diaoying, maybe he has been wiped out long ago. If he was happy for nothing, why should I worry about it?"
Tantai Wuzhu frowned: "Qian Gong has always been cautious, why doesn't he understand that there is no absolute truth, do you really want to wait for someone to come back, and then give up this old face to fight?"
"Oh...then there's no need to return it..." Hen Qiangu deliberately frightened him, straightened the slanted jade tassel casually, and said, "If he really breaks out in the future, he will probably be sealed." Mausoleum is in place, what more do you want Mo Yuling?"
"...Wh, what, what, what, what, what!" Tantai Wuzhu's face turned pale.
[Note 1]: Regarding Kunwu, there is indeed this statement, which is not fabricated by the author.
After taking a few steps in a row, the smoke in the formation became deeper, and even the enemy and our chess pieces could not be seen clearly in the vast expanse of whiteness. Hen Qiangu took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
The God of Shadow Transformation clanged his hands, and the sharp blade slashed down along the trajectory of a crescent moon. The startling wind was like the breath of the lips and kisses of the blue dragon, breaking the pervasive smoke screen from the center, and it disappeared for a while.Seizing this momentary opportunity, Hen Qiangu quickly memorized the chess game.
But in the blink of an eye, the smoke surrounded again.
At this moment, the chess game has come to an end.The great master has always been black, and he took the lead in the half of the sons. This way, he took advantage of the trend and rushed the white sons into chaos.From Hen Qiangu's point of view, the twenty or so people in the lower left corner have been surrounded to death, and the other three corners are also trapped in the struggle.
Yandu used an ancient seventeen-lane chessboard. Compared with the nineteen-lane pattern in other afflictions, the space for displaying is smaller, and it is really survival in the cracks.As for the masters playing chess, every inch of land must be fought for. Playing chess is said to be a pastime, but it is the most energy-intensive. After the fight, both sides are crying blood.
"Nine in the west and ten in the south." Hen Qiangu concentrated his mind and finally decided on the next step.
The phantom array changed accordingly, and there was an extra white piece in the middle of the chessboard.
He has always had a grass belly with golden horns and silver borders. Hen Qiangufei is really desperate, but only the surrounding area of Tianyuan surrounded by these hundreds of people may have left him with a glimmer of life.
But even though he racked his brains and weighed again and again, almost at the same time as he made his move, the black chess wandered into the hinterland like looking for flowers and asking willows, and he didn't care about the provocation of white chess to attack the center.Hen Qiangu could almost see the great master's eyes full of contempt for him, and was so annoyed that he was about to vomit blood.
However, when encountering a strong enemy, one has to set aside a part of his mind to play the game. Having this leeway is enough to prove that the person is safe.Thinking of it this way, he immediately let go of the suffocation in his chest and concentrated on dealing with it.
With tears in every step and blood in sight, the clouds and mist turned upside down for more than a dozen rounds, and the board was finally restored to a five-to-five situation, and the mist receded a little.Hen Qiangu seemed to be wandering between half-dream and half-awake, only now did he feel cold and sweaty, as if he had exhausted all his life's learning, and gradually felt exhausted, not knowing whether he could survive to the end.
As soon as this sense of crisis emerged, the scene in front of him really shook, and then again.
The weapon sank suddenly in his hand, and his heartstrings, which had just been relaxed, were stretched to the tightest in an instant: it wasn't that his vision was unclear, but that the forbidden spell on him was about to fail.This means that the grand master is in danger? !
Because he can't feel the pain, he can be ignorant and fearless at half-life swords and halberds; because he can't feel the pain, he can ignore the scarred and downcast eyes without feeling it.
But pain is the self-protection of the mortal body.It is also because of ignoring the warnings again and again that the heavy body finally betrayed the will, and Kunwu, who has always been like an extension of his left hand, is no longer manipulated.
Guling Siyan watched a green blade pass through his shoulders, still feeling no pain, only feeling vague in his chest.The blood flow is difficult to continue, the qi in the middle is stagnant, and you can't see things for a moment, the sky and the earth are blurred, and all phenomena are flying, all blurred into bands of light, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and purple, drifting away—these are all kinds of people , Come and go, never return to his world.Unprecedented, he suddenly wanted to know, in the end, who would be left, who would simply accompany him to see the clouds, mountains and snow.
Shulou Longsu was also a little surprised.The slender and sharp sword spine continuously drains blood, drips into water, and spreads out, like peonies blooming together.Startled suddenly, he subconsciously drew back the blade.
This sword was withdrawn very quickly, without causing any new injuries, but in the end it caused Gu Ling Shiyan to sway two steps.The other party ignored it, held his breath so as not to sink into the water, stabilized his body, and slowly turned to the shore.
The river flow is gentle, cold and long.He walked steadily and calmly, walking as he wanted, as straight as bending down to pick up a card that fell off the table unintentionally, and he didn't mind the empty door behind him at all.
Long Su knew his intentions, but he couldn't understand: Even if Kunwu was pulled out, the defeat was already settled, so did he have to fight until the last soldier before he would admit defeat?
The twilight is all together, and the mountain light is condensed into purple.The extended solitary shadow reflects the towering cloud peaks.
Gong Wuhou is hidden in a stone's throw away from the battle situation.
He had a deep feeling, which drove him to run like today without tomorrow, and when he stopped, he saw the bloody scene.
It's just a stone's throw away, but it can't move forward any more.
Hundred generations of Kunwu disappeared in the mountain rock, only the simple and simple sword painted with silver mang pattern was clamped outside, the great master switched to his right hand and clenched it tightly, and repeated it again and again, but it didn't move at all.After all, he is a heroic figure of a generation. Being betrayed by this, he is in extreme danger, but he is still calm and composed, with an awe-inspiring wind around him.Concentrating on the mind, with the control of luck, the palm paused, and suddenly twitched, I saw white light bursting out from the slit, the whole mountain trembled, the rocks rolled and fell, and there was a lot of noise, but it was hard to stain the plain sleeves.Even though he was unable to hold the sword anymore, the grand master's awe-inspiring posture holding the blue blade was still not to be underestimated.
Picking up the defeated sword, Gong Wuhou has experienced it countless times in those long years, and the resentment and shame in it are like the karmic fire of eternal life in an extremely hot prison, burning like the fangs of a poisonous python. His flesh and blood joints, there will be ten thousand lives and ten thousand deaths in an instant.But now, witnessing that the teacher who teaches the vocation refuses to be humiliated under the mighty power, this kind of torture is almost doubled.
His eye sockets were dry and bloody, but there was no sign of wetness at all, only a little blood and tear stains slanted down at the corners of his eyes without hesitation, making him a sad embellishment.
Thunder rolled across his forehead, and he laughed at himself for not knowing where the sadness in his heart came from.Maybe it's because the swaying figures on the water seem to be aging in front of him, maybe it's because of the unacceptable failure of a fellow swordsman, maybe it's just because, he came here in a hurry, but at the last arrow The land lost its reason to move forward.
Hate to break the horizon, cut the yellow sand, the faults of life are so smooth and smooth, it seems that leaving an inch of leeway is a disappointment.
The soul lingers on the alchemy, the nine layers of smoke and snow, the vast scene that seems to be sinking in the west after a lifetime, and I can no longer share his sorrows and joys.
This short space of a stone's throw is crowded with 20 years of love and hatred, mixed feelings, and he can't make it through.
The uncontrollable trembling forced him to pinch the nearby forest, retracting his five fingers, and gouged out scars for this devastated mountain and river.
Bright red liquid flowed out of the clenched fist—the wound from the silverware had long since condensed, leaving only a shallow scar that seemed to be brought down from the previous life—it was the vermilion fruit unintentionally brought out from the smoke, and it rotted on the In his hand, along the palm lines, he slowly dripped the rare juice, splashing red the miscanthus that was knee high.
Suddenly I can't breathe.
"... Sigh, Junior Brother has worked so hard to get here, but in the end, won't you make a move?"
Gong Wuhou remained unmoved, and just stared at the front obsessively.Really can't bear to look back.
"Only as a senior brother begging you..."
The inner demon is like a cocoon, breaking through the chrysalis for this seemingly real and illusory "please".
He turned around and blurted out: "You come back, I will listen to you!"
The branches are whirling, and the shade is incomprehensible.Yoyo Konoha fell in shock, as if secretly laughing, and vaguely heard a promised "OK".
There is such a person in my memory, when he is happy, he will bring the world together.
But they are all fake.
This side is chaotically struggling, while Shulou Longsu has slowly raised his weapon, the waves of whales are churning, the waves are blowing snow, and the costumes are hunting and agitating, waiting for the opponent's choice.
When they were stuck together, a green light suddenly burst in.Immediately afterwards, the bamboo leaves flushed, and the sticky bloody smell was completely filtered out.Like the new rain, the bamboo arrows that were pushing up the cracked rocks broke through the ground in disorder, and in the rustle, they carefully blocked the great master.Xiaoxiao bamboo leaves seem to be coming suddenly from a sudden rain, and the pieces are like the scales of a green dragon being torn off. pounce.Long Su's wrist tightened, the sword array was coming fiercely, he knew he couldn't avoid it, he simply swung his foot, the whole person jumped up, picked up the center surrounded by the swirling flow of the four veins, jumped in, swirled sideways, and the purple energy flowed from the inside The outside is expanding heavily, and it is colliding with the impenetrable blue leaf net like a protective qi, "Ding Ding Dang Dang" actually made a series of sounds of swords and swords, scratching people's scalp numb.The dragon's head was suddenly trapped, but his body was light and nimble, as if he had no bones. With just one move, the air veins between the leaves were shattered, and the slender shadows scattered in an instant. crying, dancing high into the air.
In just one breath, Long Su followed the movement just now and drew his dantian back, twisting abruptly out of thin air, avoiding a sword that brushed against his cheek.The blue-green sword edge made another move, forcing him to duck down to dodge.However, the back moves came one after another, one sword after another, getting closer and closer as if urged by something.Long Su retreated across the river with Zi Longying on his arm, and immediately rose vertically, pulling up a white rainbow.The opponent swiped back with his sword and threw it in the air, but he stopped, and a wave of wind visible to the naked eye gushed out, bursting at once. close at hand.He could clearly see the stern radiance on that handsome face, the cold stars in the amber pupils, and the killing intent was strong.Long Su's heart suddenly felt disturbed, the shadows of smoke were heavy, and the mountains were emerald green, like a maze nested in circles, with no end in sight.
"Whoosh, whoosh" several times, the new bamboos were picked up from the soil one by one, as if they had a will, and followed the traces of the enemy's rapid retreat to grow wildly into one piece.Long Su hurriedly kicked the branch in front of him firmly, using his strength to dodge the tentacles of these monsters from left to right, and spun around again, but was facing the green sword point that was flashing out of the shadows.He drew his sword and slashed, but it was just a false move, he took the opportunity to turn around and float out Zhang Xu, but he didn't expect that the two new bamboos on the left and right slanted down and blocked the back road.
He had just gone through fierce battles, and his physical strength was exhausted, but his internal strength, which was as strong as a tiger descending from a mountain, could not even hold back the usual ostentation of a gentleman.Following the shaken sword's edge, he turned around and stabbed forward, and the stream of light burst out, like the stretched tail feathers of a phoenix, piercing straight towards Long Su's heart.Tantai, who is bathed in the adoration, has no distracting thoughts, nine-turn skills, and his life's comprehension seems to be poured into this sword. The sword's original brilliance, like a broken diamond, turns and turns, attracting and blooming, flooding the sword. The green fluorescence gradually merged into a blue-white mist, which was quite terrifying.With a lift and a twist of his wrist, the sword edge is drawn out, and the famous move is as complicated as it is simple: "The cloud returns to Taihua!".
Long Su's internal breath kept clamoring, accompanied by Tantai Wuzhu's deep voice, he was unexpectedly caught off guard.
Sharp eyes pressed against the opponent, with a confident and determined momentum, Gao Hua Bo Yun, even a little bit of nibble between the eyebrows wiped out the brilliance for the first time in this life-like the light and shimmering light splashed by dew, but the income did not fall to the ground at all Ripples melted in the frozen eyes.In the shadow of the intertwined bamboo grove, the Grand Master was silently running the "Double Scrolls of Washing the Pulse" mental method, the wound on the shoulder no longer bleeds, and a large piece of deep ocher is condensed, it seems that the person is as quiet as waiting for some answer But this thin layer of halo, like the jade smoke in the Kunshan Xuanyuan, illuminated his eyes.
It is said that the white head is as new and the cover is as old as before. Unreasonable people certainly have different ways and do not conspire with each other, but the meeting between the great master Yandu and Tantai Wuzhu was also abandoned by the former because of the saying "like old friends at first sight". ——Too much alike, too familiar, looking at him is equivalent to taking a selfie in a mirror, without any surprises, how can he be able to regenerate expectations for the world that he has read all the way, like nurturing Nishinomiya Diaoying and Gong Wuhou?
When he first heard about this "crazy life in the bamboo forest", the great master was also curious.At that time, he was the first to practice Guozuo, and the bloody storm had not yet dissipated. In order to protect the remnants of opposing him in the territory from colluding with the outside world, he made the Taoist order to seal the territory.Although Yandu has avoided the world for several generations, he still communicates with the Central Plains to some extent. This move naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of some people, and the young master of the Tantai family made the most noise.Many years ago, he was also a fairy-like figure who was proud of his youth. Ling, immediately unhappy.
It is also like the same bamboo forest in front of you, deep and indistinct, the smoke is light, the great master is walking in a tortuous way, just when he heard a young man singing on the festival: "Qi'ao is not a phoenix pool, Ling Lun has not seen it..." Two lines of stabbing Difficult road, hard to meet Mingzhu, really presumptuous.
After turning two steps, I saw the singer leaning on a big couch, with Yaoqin, cups and so on randomly placed on the low table beside him. all in one.If it weren't for the fact that the smoke is full of mountains and driving is not easy, or you will have to learn from Ruan Ji's cry of poverty, to get more ancient meaning.Behind the bed is an eight-foot-high floor-to-ceiling screen, which depicts the scene in front of me. The layout is very good, dense and dense, and the brushwork is vigorous, and it seems to vaguely contain some kind of martial arts moves.It's just that there is a small screen at the head of the bed to block the wind, silver hooks and copper buttons, rich and exquisite workmanship, and beautiful women before broken branches and flowers blooming are painted on the silk silk—it is neither fish nor fowl.
Too young, without a city, the great master glanced at him plainly, he didn't know how to hide the young man's thoughts, he could clearly see the corners of his brows and lips, and even guessed through his past and present lives.
"Gentlemen value self-knowledge. Jia Muliang is here, so why wait for Ling Lun to make the flute? Even if you don't want to use the Yellow Emperor as a master of Yandu, as long as you have this ability, you will naturally have Feng Laiyi." During the conversation, He lightly caressed a stalk of emerald bamboo, and slowly stroked a section of slender and smooth surface, as if casually admiring it.
Tantai Wuzhu sat up straight, her light golden hair slipped down her shoulders quietly.When the wind blows, the sleeves are fluttering, and the densely woven dark blue bamboo pattern on the visitor's clothes seems to be flying away without restraint.After a while, the wind became stronger, and the jade trees all over the mountain seemed to sway back and forth according to a certain frequency.The leaves are scattered and whispered, and the slender branches of the sky are like silk threads intersecting the longitude and latitude between the sky and the earth, weaving countless trajectories of fate, which makes it impossible to distinguish.One sound after another, at first it was just a deep low sound, like a secret sound from the distant deep sea.Suddenly, in the autumn light, a flying bird whistled quickly, and I heard the sound of waves, Luanming, Jingfeng, Buddhist chant, five-tone twelve rhythms... everything is similar, and nothing can be properly compared.
"Have you heard the music of people but not the music of the earth, and the music of the earth and not the music of nature?" He suddenly remembered this sentence he read in "Zhuangzi" when he was young.All phenomena, thousands of shapes and forms that Tantai Wuzhu has seen and never seen before, all gather in a corner of Xiaoxiao Yandu. In his heart, the reversal of heaven and earth, the alternation of spring and autumn, joy and sorrow, life and death of prosperity and decline, are all at a loss. The ground roared and passed away.The man with a towering chest standing in the center of the storm just calmly looked at the clumps of clumps of shade, just saying it was normal.
Bamboo sounds come from the deeply buried past, echoing symphonically with this moment.
Shen Yunyaokong seemed to be crumbling behind the two of them, and the steep mountains and strange peaks were twisting and twisting, and they were falling rapidly like the ebb tide.Memories surged up layer by layer, and it suddenly returned to the beginning—just that time has changed, and this time it was replaced by the great master listening to the song of Feng Yin quietly.
The young man who was flying and looking forward to him at that time, now his romance has not diminished, but his brows are getting deeper and deeper, like hiding a trapped beast that will be awakened at any time.The forehead is a little thick green, and the light is shining brightly, shining through the clouds, which is clearly another scene that has never been appreciated in this life.The most important thing is the new green of the dyed mountains, endlessly trending towards the sky, the moon, and the infinite vitality. today.If it wasn't for a higher level, the world would just collapse.
Even though he has all kinds of thoughts, he can't suppress them with just a blink of an eyelid. Besides, Tantai Wuzhu has entered meditation, and even forgot his own life and death, and it is even more difficult to care about the fleeting eyes of the person he is covering with the dense forest.He firmly believes that he is that barrier, impervious to wind and frost, even if the bloodthirsty king standing on the altar in front of him is being drawn by anger and spreading the wings of the night that can swallow all time to him.
The two rose at the same time in Hong Zhong Da Lu's thundering sword array, and they were about to die together.
"Bamboo Palace! ——Stop." The great master who stepped out of the bamboo forest gave an order, and came straight from the sky.
Inexplicably, the two withdrew their moves at the same time, lost their sight, and turned back to the long beach where the original landform could no longer be discerned.The wind is jittery, and it will last for a long time.Tantai Wuzhu still clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, rattling, he seemed to wake up from a bad dream, a little confused, only one thing he knew, that was to block the dead smoke in the ancient tomb without leaking.
"Zhugong, you step back, the dragon head won't do anything to me," Guling Siyan said in a relaxed tone, as if he was oblivious to everything around him. The first climb up and shout, the army is overwhelming, Yandu, why come in person."
Tantai Wuzhu blinked blankly.
"Of course, Yandu is not tolerated by the righteous way of the Central Plains, but Longshou also has something he doesn't want to lose in vain. This time, he came here to give advice, but he weighed Yandu's weight, to see if he is qualified enough to work together. Now that things are up to now, think about it in your heart Now that we have made a decision, there is no need to hurt both sides."
Zilongying cut a line of light like a silk thread, and immediately turned into a purple jade flower fan, which was led to swing gently in front of the lapel. "That's right. But Great Master, you are stuck here, and your strength is no longer as good as before. If I want to help you fight against the sea, Chongfan, and even the righteous way of the Central Plains, no matter what Long Su is, it will be a loss-making business..." The fan covered his lips , but saw his eyes burning.
"Xiaoxiao Muyu." Grandmaster blurted out this place without thinking.
Then Tantai Wuzhu saw light gathered in Long Su's long and narrow eyes.
Long Su naturally knew where it was.When Xuanming explained the origin of the Yuansheng fortune ball to him, he talked about this secret realm in detail: if people from the four realms did not enter this place at the same time, those who trespassed would lose all their strength and body in a short time and would die on the spot.For ordinary people, this is a death place that must not be set foot in, but Long Su is not an ordinary person, and the immortal physique of the bloodthirsty clan can ignore this vision.
The great master didn't miss the emotion in his eyes, and continued: "I guess the dragon head has already been there, Xiaoxiao Muyu is indeed a bloodthirsty fiefdom blessed with unique hardships. In order to protect Yandu, Guling really wants to borrow the dragon head With a helping hand, after the matter is completed, I will present the road map to enter, so that the bloodthirsty people will not be disturbed by the righteous path."
old fox.Long Su secretly hated: It turned out that he had expected that he would come, so he sealed Xiaoxiao Muyu's passage in advance with the help of the earth.Tit for tat has been going on for a long time, Longshou really has nothing to say except for the sentence "you meet your opponent, you will meet a good talent", and there is nothing unwilling about it.Then he swallowed his breath and pulled out a cold smile: "That's it, very good."
Tantai Wuzhu blankly watched Longying Yukongxing go, and it took a while to recover from the chaos of the wind and waves.
He has never been so impatient, he has been careless all his life, and at this moment alone, he fears that he will be a moment late, as if his life is hanging by a thread.It is full of panic and wishful thinking, comparable to the sad missus behind all the rich men who are hidden by dusk in the world.
Bi Jian fell to the ground, he suddenly turned around, lifted the hem of his clothes and knelt down straight, and said in pain: "I am late, I hope the master will forgive me!" There was a flame in front of his eyes, and he was sore.
Then he saw his lord walking towards him calmly as always, reaching out to lift him up.
Guling Shiyan thought of what Hen Qiangu had done for Tantai Wuzhu before, and felt a little surprised: He said he was afraid of being rude, but the person in front of him was almost extremely humble, and it was obvious that he was too polite to talk about being rude. up.
"How can Zhugong behave so well?" After all, he was a little seriously injured, and only when he got closer did he realize that there was a glide in the familiar tone.It's just that he looked into those amber eyes with serious weight, and he didn't know what he thought of or was touched by something, his eyes lost focus for a moment, and he mumbled, "I know... Zhugong will definitely come .”
Tantai Wuzhu was really relieved when he heard the words, he hurriedly got up and supported the great master's arm with both hands.
It's just that these words drifted into the ears of Gong Wuhou, who had been watching from a distance for a long time, but it was like a thin thread, after struggling for a long time, it was finally torn off, and an unprecedented sense of powerlessness enveloped him.His story turned out to have ended a long, long time ago.He could almost see a door, in front of him, closed forever.
Either love or hate, burn everything, give everything, and in the end, he is the only one left.
The door is closed tightly, and the silhouette of two people sitting opposite each other is cast on the partition.
No human voice was heard in the hall, only a wisp of furnace smoke smuggled away, silently drawing a diluted stroke in mid-air.It is not some expensive spice, only two flavors are used, and the method of preparation is simple. Steam the vanilla in a urn to get the juice, and then mix it with Suhe sesame oil to make it return to its original nature and its natural beauty without decoration.I can also smell the vanilla, which is called Miwu. It is said that Emperor Wu of Cao Wei likes to hide it in his sleeve.
The person who burns the incense is careful and elegant, and the fire is controlled low and durable, so the fragrance comes out faintly, lingers low and long, and does not mess up its shape when it is between two peerless masters.Yinzi stared at it for a long time, almost thinking that everything would calm down like this cold smoke forever.
—Of course it is impossible.How sloppy the martial arts will be in the future depends on his next few words.Therefore, after hesitating for a long time, he still couldn't decide whether to follow the agreement and tell the person in front of him the solution of the "Twelve Transformations of Turbid Yin Formation" in Yandu.
"If you say, I want this half of the country?" Thinking about how courageous the great master is, he said this sentence calmly, as if he was just gambling with him.
At that time, Yinzi was not sure if it was a warning of "the mast and scull disappear in ashes and smoke while talking and laughing", so he simply played Tai Chi with him: "The great master has been praised by the talents of heaven, earth, and earth. The three swords of heaven, earth, and man are the best in the world. Half of the country can also be regarded as a speech to judge the situation."
Gu Ling Shi Yan let out a low laugh, took his seat calmly, leaned slightly and said, "Your Excellency's absurd praise, Gu Ling's jokes are really disrespectful. There are thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and the mother-in-law world. If it is really the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, why do all religions and sects hate it?" Abandoned like a pair of shoes, which one of the patriarchs who were enlightened and enlightened did not think hard about transcending the world and ascending to the day? But isn’t Nihai Chongfan a ready-made example?”
Hearing this school of rhetoric, Yinzi was a little surprised: "Then dare to ask the Great Master, what is your intention?"
The great master bowed his body and said: "You and I are both cultivators. What we are looking for is naturally to take advantage of the righteousness of the heaven and the earth, and to guard against the debate of the six qi. You have to go to the mountain to get it. Now the main peak of Yandu is suppressed by the Sanqing Formation Under the circumstances, Gu Ling is willing to exchange the power of Yuan Sheng's good fortune ball for the party that breaks the formation."
Yinzi originally thought that the Grand Master would open his mouth like a lion, but upon hearing this, it was so beneficial and cost-effective that he could not even use his pre-prepared bargaining rhetoric, but it was also because of Guling Shiyan's performance of being so careful , On the contrary, it seems deliberate, which makes people more vigilant: "Forgive me, the great master destroyed the ice building and unified the four realms, and acted vigorously. I really don't see the meaning of being willing to be the master of the four realms. Please let me know."
He stared at Guling Shiyan's expression with piercing eyes, hoping not to miss any wavering, but Grandmaster's face was peaceful, but his expression was less relaxed, he lowered his head slightly, and after a long time, took a deep breath and said: "To tell the truth, This is probably because of the selfishness of the ancient mausoleum. The smoke was trapped that day, but fortunately my eldest disciple desperately activated the formation. Recently, I have often thought about the situation that day, and gradually realized the problem. What my apprentice used was three The 'Twelve Transformations of Turbid Yin Great Formation' opened by the art of Qing Daohua focuses on opening the door of death with the soul energy hole on the day of full yin. The law is still there? After thinking hard for a long time, the only explanation is that after the establishment of the formation, because the three talents of heaven, earth and man are complete, it can form a system and circulate on its own. That's it! I just think that my disciples sacrificed their lives and souls on that day and they will definitely die. Now it seems that the formation is still there. Then, the person is still alive? It's just that the profound formation is integrated, and he has no power to escape? I have never seen this spell before. If you can’t confirm it, I hope the Taoist priest will clarify.”
Seeing that his words were sincere and his guard lessened, Yinzi nodded and said, "It's just as the great master said."
The frowning eyebrows spread out at once, and the ancient mausoleum paused for a while, and then said: "Then, after the Yuansheng fortune ball relieves the suffering and famine, I will also teach you the way to resolve it."
So today is the time for Yinzi to fulfill his promise.
Seeing the merits of the Yuansheng Fortune Ball, there are many rumors in the martial arts about this dragon ball of the Tianjiang Lin clan. It is hard to tell whether it is true or not. Yinzi naturally knows that the rumors are not credible, but there are many fears about Yandu How much.After all, because of the promise first, I was a little hesitant.He looked at the person sitting opposite him, his expression was clear and calm, only the starlight clustered in his eyes was just like the charcoal buried under the frost and ashes in the purple sand furnace in front of him, its color was like liquid gold, and it burned into a quiet room Concentrated.
Thinking that he still had a handle on the passing smoke of the ancient mausoleum, he swept the whisk slightly, and said: "Just as the great master speculated, the Sanqing Formation led the power of the three talents of heaven, earth, and people to form the current entrenched in the smoke capital. The air of chaos above."
"The upper and lower sides are not in shape, and it is difficult to be shaken by ordinary external forces. I dare not use extreme moves rashly, for fear of hurting the people in the formation. How can I break it?"
Hearing his sincerity, Yinzi finally told him the truth: "There was a saying in "Huainanzi" that 'in ancient times, there was no heaven and earth, but there were only images and invisible things, and there were two gods mixed together. , so it is different from yin and yang, separated into eight poles'."
Guling Shiyan immediately understood: "As long as there are these 'two gods', can we break through the formation?"
"Exactly. The two gods are the gods of yin and yang creation. When it comes to creation, it is natural to know that the two gods are Pangu and Nuwa. The ancient gods are hard to find, but they still have treasures left in the world..." Yinzi glanced at him as he spoke, and after a while, cast another indifferent glance at the heavy ancient sword placed on the table.
The grand master followed his gaze, and the black scabbard seemed to absorb all light and color.
"I heard that this Kunwu was made by the eighth-generation ancestor of the Pangu family with his own tail vertebrae. It was once the sword of King Mu of Zhou, and it is the ancestor of all weapons in the world." [Note 1]
Yinzi left for a long time, but the dead smoke in the ancient mausoleum was lost in his thoughts and did not see him off.
The hall fell into silence again. With a sound of "squeak", a gap cracked in the tight wall, and a figure flashed out between the opening and closing.
He and the Great Master's martial arts originate from the same vein, and the breathing and breathing are also in step, so even Yinzi didn't realize that there was another person in the hall.
The folding fan was tightly squeezed in his palm, Tantai Wuzhu didn't feel the pain, he thought for a while before asking: "What does Grandmaster mean, that Xigong is still there?"
The great master just caressed Kunwu without raising his head, and replied ambiguously: "I'm just speculating." After a pause, he continued, "But finally let Yinzi spit out the solution, Yandu, we must do it."
Tantai Wuzhu looked at his side face behind the smoke screen, and it seemed that the edges and corners had softened: "It's still time to congratulate Grandmaster. It's not too late. When does Grandmaster think we will return to Yandu?" After so many years , when one day he could finally proclaim these four words, he would actually vibrate them.
Guling Shiyan raised his head slightly and took a deep breath, and said coldly: "There is news from Nihai Chongfan that the 30 living souls will be held soon, and it will become a place of right and wrong that everyone will focus on. It's our perfect time."
In the deep autumn, it is said that the area around Jianting is full of green pines and cypresses, but there is no decay of fallen flowers and withered flowers.Under the pavilion, the curved water splashed, and the people in the pavilion rested on the westerly wind, sleeping comfortably, without the sharpness of the past, watching people suddenly burst into an unknown fire.
With a sound of "click", the folding fan has been opened, and the wind of killing and cutting gushes out. The man steps forward and leaps, dexterously like an arrow that leaves the string, and a miserable green long neon stabs straight into the pavilion.
Hen Qiangu woke up in a flash, grabbed the vermilion lacquer pillar and made a loop, and flew towards the outside of the pavilion, the dragon-patterned cloak puffed up, revealing a scarlet corner.
"Tantai Wuzhu, you?!" He yelled sharply, already avoiding several tricks in his words.
The snow-colored fan turned round and round, chasing and hitting like a living creature, the scars were still scarred through the ages, and it was no longer as flexible as usual, and suddenly fell down, completely useless.Taking advantage of this momentary opportunity, the opponent twisted his wrist, and the sinister sharp point hit Qiangu's inferior ear artery.
Hearing that his breath was out of order, his eyes were slightly red, Hen Qiangu said anxiously, "Why are you crazy?"
Tantai Wuzhu gritted his teeth and couldn't say a word, he just confronted each other for a long time, his mind was overwhelmed for a while, his hands trembled, and then he withdrew his weapon, and said angrily: "Yesterday, Shulou Longsu came here to fight against you. The Grandmaster is not good, where are you? If it wasn't for my subordinates to pay attention to report and arrive in time...you still have the mood..."
Hen Qiangu still raised his jaw slightly, his face tensed for a moment, but he slowly relaxed: "Thanks to you as a shadow guard, every move and every style is taught by the great master, but the heart and city are far behind. After so many years, the master Has he ever missed a single point in his actions, since he is facing the enemy alone, he must have full confidence, otherwise why not follow the old example and abandon the pawns to save the commander? Xigong Diaoying can still abandon him, let alone you and me?"
His tone was as lazy as ever, slow, and he said every sentence to Tantai Wuzhu, and the listener realized what Guling Shiyan said to him yesterday, and his mind was a little uncertain: Why is it that he wronged him for thousands of years? ? "But it's your duty to guard Yandu. In the end, you were locked in the chess game by the master. It's ridiculous to watch him go into danger!"
Hen Qiangufu was leaning in the pavilion again, and couldn't help covering his lips and sneered when he heard the words: "Otherwise, what should I do? I am definitely not an opponent of Shulou Longsu, and I will lose Yandu's face if I forcefully enter the battle. Or do you really think, Great Master Is this sympathy for subordinates' wounds?"
Tantai Wuzhu was stunned on the spot.
——He always lives too soberly, and must drink during the day, forcing himself to get drunk, so as to blunt the thorns and thorns of reality.
But Tantai Wuzhu is always in a daze, watching people and things through the false bead curtain, everything is shining, everything is good.
I have to say, what a pair of brothers and sisters.
Tantai Wuzhu was annoyed for a moment, and he spread out the fan again and shook it fiercely.While the long hair was fluttering, he squinted at the black jade hanging from Hen Qiangu's waist, and the purple tassels were dragged on the ground, "Just now I heard the tone of the master, it seems that Xigong Diaoying is probably not dead, and now the master has learned the method of unsealing from Yinzi , Nishinomiya Diaoying will return to power soon, and you are still wearing this token to flaunt it!"
"I just think what you want to say." Hen Qiangu twisted his body slightly, resting his thin fingers on his raised knees, "The old man is not completely sure about the life and death of Xigong Diaoying, maybe he has been wiped out long ago. If he was happy for nothing, why should I worry about it?"
Tantai Wuzhu frowned: "Qian Gong has always been cautious, why doesn't he understand that there is no absolute truth, do you really want to wait for someone to come back, and then give up this old face to fight?"
"Oh...then there's no need to return it..." Hen Qiangu deliberately frightened him, straightened the slanted jade tassel casually, and said, "If he really breaks out in the future, he will probably be sealed." Mausoleum is in place, what more do you want Mo Yuling?"
"...Wh, what, what, what, what, what!" Tantai Wuzhu's face turned pale.
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