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

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The most smoky water system, one is in the east, that is, the sea area below the end of the world, which is far away from the water and close to the fire; the other is in the west, the river crossed by the West Hongqiao, but it is also the first fire to break out and the most devastating The place.Time is running out, and the mountain fires are irresistible. Mountains are ignited and swallowed up one by one, like a festering, festering wound.But the smoke tower is still soaked in the smoke and mist, the autumn shadow is golden, and the pulse is speechless, unmoved by the flames that are about to spread to the feet.

The goal of Gong Wuhou is the river where the West Hongqiao is located.He took the way out of the fire, galloped for several miles, and finally had no way to go.The ground is as hot as a soldering iron, and there are raging flames dancing, boiling, and devouring each other, and further up, there is thick black smoke roasting the zenith, and it is impossible to see things. There are also a lot of soot and poisonous miasma. Mouth can be fatal.

He didn't know where the experience came from, and he knew the crisis in the fire scene well, so he didn't push forward bravely, and was eager to think of countermeasures.The temperature at the fire site was astonishingly high. He had already sweated through his heavy shirt several times, and then dried it immediately. All the precious energy evaporated.The air was extremely stuffy as he went forward, even though he adjusted his breath carefully, he still felt that it was getting harder to gather his true energy.

At this moment, a low whistle blew across the back of his head, and he hurriedly took off on the spot, leaped to the side, twisted his body lightly, and landed on an open space with a single leap.Looking back, the back road has been blocked by fire.He waved his sleeves to temporarily drive away the miasma, but he saw a net of flames all around him, like a bird strayed into a cage.In a blink of an eye, the fireworks are imminent again, and soon there will be no gaps in the ground under the feet.He raised his sleeves in vain to cover his mouth and nose, his heart was beating like a drum, sweat trickled down his throbbing temples, and the smoke was so thick that his eyes were red and tears filled his eyelashes.

How should it be?How should it be?

After all, he is a gifted and elegant talent, with the spirit of unpredictability. In an instant, all the knowledge he has learned in his life pours into his brain, and a heart formula flashes in him: "Enter the place where the fire gathers, and you will find the door of coolness."

When the great master taught this, he can't remember very clearly, but he only remembers that because he still couldn't comprehend it thoroughly, and couldn't carry it out firmly, the master once said that he was not salty at first, but it must be hard to understand. Fen's harsh words have been taught many times.At this time, going forward is the punishment of karmic fire, and going back is the place where the spring is buried and the sword is broken. His strong survival instinct forced him to draw his true energy to a good place, and a stream of pure energy flowed out from all the veins. Turning around the body, exhaling and inhaling, it is all cold and condensed.He was surprised to find that he had unintentionally cultivated to the state of "never leave" like the great master.Taking advantage of the smoothness of his mind, he tried his best to raise his energy, and once again performed the technique of volleying and empty steps, rushing away from the fire, and sprinted towards the former site of West Hongqiao.

Of course, for a long time later, he will find that he can no longer mobilize such a clear internal force.It's just because of the simple and difficult mentality of the great master that people should abandon greed, hatred, love and ignorance, and don't be arrogant or hesitant.This time, he was focused on fighting the fire, putting his own life and death out of the question, and the situation was critical; and when he returned to normal, no matter how difficult it was for his mind to return to the state at this moment, it would not be surprising that his skills temporarily regressed, but it would be inevitable in the long years to come. It is necessary to continue to endure the ridicule of the great master.This is another story.

All the way to the west, everywhere you see, poor scorched earth.The great master didn't like the carved walls and majestic buildings, except for the soft red ten feet where Gong Wuhou lived, which was richly decorated with brocades, the whole smoke building was a simple and grand courtyard.The folks also admired the freehand brushwork of Taoism and nature, with empty pavilions and hanging gardens. Ten miles and eight townships are almost all wooden buildings, with open doors and black tiles, flying pavilions are empty, and thousands of households smoke.Rich people often have to dredge the source and plant extensive vegetation.If a house catches fire like this, it will spread to neighbors like an epidemic, and the flames of war will spread for miles in an instant.Gong Wuhou saw with her own eyes that the verandahs and Quyuan were licked and disintegrated by the tongue of fire, and those built on the mountainside collapsed and collapsed again and again. The stripped rock fell down the mountain.The fire array destroyed the mausoleum, and the smoke seemed to be crushed.He dodged and moved around, dodging those flying disasters, while relying on vain to resist the wind, a haze of dust floated in his heart.

If you look down at the peaks at this time, the blazing flames and hail will be vigorous, densely packed like big red lotuses in full bloom, but there is a bright spot of light in the center, which is as big as a lamp, bright as a candle, and finally, in a body of water down.

The cold water is solemn, and the reflection is cleared, the cold sleeves turn red, and a plane is quickly wiped away.As a result, the river has a feeling, rustling waves, and then thousands of white waves, climbing slowly from the feet.The waves are surging higher and higher, like hanging springs and waterfalls, above which Su Lan flies to wash, and the rainbow light is reflected by the mountain fire, while below is the turbulent current like electricity, white foam and beads.

Not long after, the water column has reached hundreds of feet, like a giant dragon soaring into the sky.The person who casts the spell is full of spirit and energy, and is in one place. Because of the water dragon, it whirls and turns, whistling and buzzing, but it is always like an obedient spirit beast, following the rising and falling of his single palm, taming the ground left and right. Swing right.

The amount of water gradually increased to the controllable limit, Gong Wuhou regained his strength, kicked away the water flow under his feet, soared into the sky lightly, followed the uplifted water column with two kicks, and nimbly jumped to the top of the "leading head".Then the other hand on the back was pulled out, the palms of the chest were twisted, and the hands were twisted together, so as to mobilize the true energy of the whole body, and it was condensed without sending out.Looking from bottom to top, I don't know whether it is the red clouds in the sky, or the red moon in the water, which is so vast.The surrounding fields are in sight, and a group of tigers and whales are waiting for him to clean up the mountains and rivers.And for a moment of concentration, he closed his folded arms and stretched them to the sides, splitting into two in the shape of a dragon, the torrent of the sky rushed down the two banks, the cliffs rang, and the ravines thundered.

However, to the great surprise, there was a loud bang, the water flooded the place, and exploded suddenly. The flames screamed and clamored to jump up into the sky, and the smoke and flames flew into the sky, and countless fire clouds rolled around in clusters above.

And just at this time, there was another evil hurricane coming from the east. With the help of this power, the fire turned into raging waves and swept across the devastated city for the second time. This time, it seemed that three feet of land had been blown away.

"My God!"

Di Niu turned over, and the crowd fleeing eastward was suddenly hit by a strong wave from behind. A large number of people were knocked to the ground, and then a series of crushing and stampede occurred, and they fell down mournfully.

As soon as Banting Pingyue at the end of the team got up, he was distracted by the terrifying explosion.When he looked back, the heavy clouds pressing down on the city quickly receded westward like a tide, and the blue-gray sky slowly opened under the blowing of the strong wind, but the west side of Yandu was still full of fire.Suddenly, red and black clouds rose into the sky one after another and exploded, and the majestic black smoke surged back and spread, covering the sky and the sun without seeing the moon.

As soon as his expression collapsed, his face was pale, and he was still in shock, he immediately ran towards the fragmented west side: Dan Gong——

"How could it be—" Gong Wuhou was so horrified that it was beyond words.The sudden explosion was close by, and he stepped on the waves and quickly avoided the swelling anger, but the invisible impact air mass could not dodge.The astonishing superimposition and release of energy, all directions are like someone constantly whipping his chest and back with a whip, every time, it is all the anger of gut-wrenching, the power of breaking arms and splitting bodies.Unexpectedly, he suffered several heavy blows, a mouthful of blood spewed out, his breath was emptied, and he forgot everything, like a kite with a broken string, he was twisted by the turbulent wind before being thrown crookedly water surface.

There was an uproar of water, followed by a muffled drum-like noise.Thousands of bubbles seemed to be sprayed out, boiling up, but he fell heavily and slowly into the dark depths.The smoke and arrows fell, and the fire groups on the bank faced each other, like the exchange of fire between two warships.The hot air waves slapped the surface of the water indiscriminately, causing tremors at the bottom of the water, so the undercurrent stirred, and the body seemed to be tied in the mat, falling into the cycle of reincarnation, letting the impermanent force push him back and forth.

The buoyancy at the bottom of the water pushed the person up, and the explosive force on the top pushed him down again, causing severe pain all over his body, and he couldn't move his limbs.The cold air came in, traveling along the meridians throughout the whole body, the gong Wuhou lost his strength, the true energy was disorganized, unable to force it out, after a few breaths, even the pain began to subside, it felt bad.Because I had to hold my breath underwater, my mind gradually became muddled.

Occasionally, there are one or two bubbles on the lips, quickly floating to the surface of the water, as if desperately calling for help.With her heart turned to ashes, Gong Wuhou helplessly looked up at the misty sky above.

He has encountered countless opponents in his life, no matter whether he wins or loses, there are still flaws to be found. Even against a great master, he can still realize the way of "using the sword to overcome the sword" and win evenly.But this time, he was ordered to fight against the sky.Calculated according to the time, the line of fire should not be far from Poyantai. He worked hard for a long time, but it turned out to be a raging fire.He couldn't believe that he had made a big mistake at this critical juncture, and he was ashamed and indignant beyond words.Maybe after a few fingers, you will hear the roar of the volcanic eruption, even if the smoke will not be completely wiped out, but the adjacent main peak will definitely not survive - thinking of this, Gong Wuhou almost breaks his heart.

If the time was turned back ten years, he would probably be happy to see his death, and even add another fire to speed up his death.But now, he is dying, but he still remembers: the smoke tower cannot be destroyed, and he still has important people who may be sealed in the formation.

He is familiar with the feeling of being soaked in ice-cold water. Many years ago, his senior brother dragged him to escape from the pursuit of the black sinful peacock.That time, the two of them had no skills and were waiting to die; this time, he had the heart to repay the favor, but he was powerless to recover, and he couldn't be more desperate than either.

The cold water forced him to shiver, and most of the breath that he had been carrying disappeared in one breath.He gritted his teeth again, repeatedly asking himself heartbreakingly, why did it become like this?

I don't know if it's the end of my life, but I suddenly become more relaxed.In a daze, the water curtains on all sides also turned around like a horse, and a figure seemed to be projected on it from the bottom of my heart: from the first time I saw it when I was young, to the separation when I was about to age, and then to a mass of paste behind.How many warnings I have heard and how many deceptions I have been deceived during this period are as vivid as the bubbles overflowing from my lips.

This thin relationship between teachers and brothers is so close that they can turn against each other at any time, but also so distant that they can't help but miss it, which is full of paradox.However, in the final analysis, Nishinomiya Diaoying has never owed anything, and what he promised has never been fulfilled.Up to now, if he wants to preserve his hometown for him, it seems that he can only declare that it is self-defeating.

Brother, look, I got into trouble again, why don't you come to help me?

Thinking of this, my heart was stabbed like a knife.But the hot stuff gushed out from inside, but it was such a coveted warmth in the bitterness of the cold.

He couldn't help wondering: If the senior brother was still there, what would he think of?

In fact, no matter who you are, how can you know how to deal with current affairs, and more often, you just force yourself with a desire to "want to protect others".Over and over and over and over again...it became instinct in the end.

It turned out that he had long been used to relying on his protection for so many years.

Gong Wuhou suddenly understood why the two quarreled and broke down, and Xigong Diaoying kept intervening to disrupt the situation; why she was so angry with herself, why she didn't see each other for several days, and why she still sent letters and taught tips before sending troops to the ice building...

Wait, letter? ...

He suddenly remembered the letter Xigong Diaoying wrote to him before sending troops to the Binglou, in which there was a passage: "...the Binglou City is tall and thick, if you take it from the front by force, you will get twice the result with half the effort. Fortunately, I heard that Shuang Yan Yueke snatched it from the back of the city. Earth veins, blocking the winter air, and building pavilions and forests, this is an opportunity to be defeated in one fell swoop. Dan Gong can lead most of the hidden pavilions to confront each other in a feigned attack, to show the enemy the truth, and the servants lead a small group of elites to go around and attack in response... ..."

Recalling the period of earth qi, his thoughts suddenly came alive, and he connected it by analogy: the earth qi in Yandu is just the opposite, it is the air that incites the flames, no wonder the water can't be extinguished, it turns out that he has been stirring up the soup to stop the boiling, but Never draw fire from the bottom of the pot.

Having figured out the key, he shook his body, and then the piercing pain subsided again, but it did restore a little feeling to his limbs.With his last breath, he turned over and swam up, breaking through the water, aiming at a small piece of mud on the bank that had been burned, and fell with all his might.The person fell heavily to the ground, his internal organs vibrated, and he coughed up blood again while lying on his side.But thinking that there is a way to save him, his mood is brightened.After a short rest, he staggered to a kneeling position and regained his internal strength bit by bit.

At this moment, his body is as tight as a thousand knots, his qi channels are stagnated, and he has been walking through the sky all day long, with pain in his stomach and intestines.The origin of Dan Gong's martial arts is recommended to Tianhuang and Liancanghai. Those beautiful and exquisite swordsmanship are all danced incomparably, but now it is extremely difficult to bend the elbows and wrists.

He wanted to laugh a little, and sighed that he was old, he wondered if he would grow old overnight after exhausting this trick?

After a long time, he took a deep breath and slashed down with his palm. A gully several feet deep split open on the pitch-black ground, winding forward among the flying sand and rolling stones, like a piece of black satin being cut by an invisible pair of scissors. .

With a mouthful of real power flowing continuously, he vowed to catch up with the peak of the flames and cut off Zhu Rong's lifeline.

On this side, Tantai Wuzhu was restrained by the black criminal Peacock, and was constantly being asked about the whereabouts of the great master.The other party was extremely angry, and he pressed his shoulders heavily, knocking him against the uneven stone wall behind him.He had wounds on his back, but he suddenly touched the wall, and was immediately drenched in coolness, half of his body was numb, and his mind and soul were scattered.

At this time, a trace of smoke pierced the tip of Tantai Wuzhu's nose like a sharp needle, his whole body froze, squinting his eyes into the distance in the intense discomfort that was on the verge of suffocation.Sure enough, the mountains and plains were filled with red light, and more than a dozen black smoke columns went straight up to Xiaohan—the smoke even caught fire? !

Anger, shock, bewilderment, sadness, all kinds of emotions erupted at the same time, the heart suddenly beat with dull pain, and because of this, the pulse speeded up, and a stream of qi and blood rushed out from the dantian.

The Black Sin Peacock originally relied on the momentum to gain the upper hand, but the opponent suddenly changed color without warning.The transparent amber pupils suddenly surged with wind and clouds, and in a breath, they gathered into a daunting point of cold stars like autumn high water falling.The white sleeves danced wildly, and a rainbow light shot out like a broken sword, followed by a fierce sound of piercing the sky, aiming at the back of Bian Xijun's neck.

The blow that was caught off guard caused the black sinful peacock to let go of his hand, and spun around to dodge.

It turned out to be a folding fan of Fei Zhan, swirling in the cold air, and turned into a fierce blade for taking the head of a general among thousands of armies.

Tantai Wuzhu escaped from the confinement, raised his hand to catch the fan, kicked off the rock wall with his foot, leaned forward, clasped and twisted his wrist, following the trend continuously, "Clatter..." The snow fan chased after the black shadow , the clouds are lingering, and the phantom is chaotic.

The black criminal peacock couldn't bear to fight with him, so he waved his mace to get the solution of "those who make chaos must be killed".

The extremes of black and white, the game of rigidity and softness, inextricably advancing and retreating, finally nothing, leaving only wind and dust scattered and flying all over the sky.

But after this chaotic battle, Tantai Wuzhu disappeared.The black sinful peacock chased him to the place where he was standing just now, but there was nothing left. He turned around cautiously and looked up and down, but there was no trace.This clearly has other plans, but he was not sure for a while.

Until a piano sound was played, like a swordsman drawing a knife to cut off the dignified silence.Pronounced Qingshang, with a glamorous and murderous aura, his heart trembled, and he raised his mace impressively, pointing to a place in the night.

In the direction of the long mace, suddenly there are groups of half-smoke and half-rain moisture that are about to dissipate, and there is a faint figure among them.The Russian and complicated strings are played in a hurry, like a torrent, like a thunder, breaking through the mist, and splitting to both sides, but I saw a person holding the qin alone, sweeping with five fingers, dialing out a sound of skinny dragons making waves, and then playing the qin one by one. Throw, turn over to stand upright, the dragon's gum touches the ground, cover it with one palm, hook and finger the string with the other hand, and pull out the ruler.Wu Si stretched out like a bow, as if there was an invisible arrow about to catch wolves and shoot tigers.

Bian Xijun was on guard with his mace in his chest. At the same moment, the strings of the zither collapsed from his hand, and another mournful scream resounded through the wilderness.The river is cold and the mountains are austere, and the lingering sound mourns back, like a monkey crying in the empty valley, and a crane crying in the sky.

But the tricks are full of tricks, the black sin peacock is unscathed, the hidden weapon of the magic weapon, and the poisonous juice spell do nothing.He said coldly: "bluff." Then he mobilized his inner breath and held his mace to attack.

However, the body was completely motionless.

Looking up again, the luthier's eyebrows are dazzled, his expression is charming, and the knife marks on the corners of his lips make his skin as smooth as jade, which is unspeakable.You can step back and look at it, but it is Mu Mu Huanghuang, solemn and solemn, and you can't be bullied.The bright yellow brocade clothes are covered with a large black cloak, the dragon pattern is faintly moving, and the sky is connected to the sky, and the inner color is turned into vermilion again, like the setting sun flowing in the frosty desert.Just listening to him yelling softly, slapping the forehead of the piano, the Guqin danced in the air, circling around, stirring up the flat desert, and the smoke like weaving, and obediently entered into his palm.

Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu Wenwu, the qin master casually put his hands together, but his breath was like a cloud, and his clothes were fluttering, as if silently telling the old winged cloud, several times of cold and heat.Slowly dialing casually, a few thin and translucent Shangyin fell down, and the surrounding water mist fluttered and gathered beside him as if feeling something. "It can be seen from the ground that the sound of silk and bamboo is connected with the virtue of the gods. The overtones follow the sky, the scattered sounds follow the earth, and the notes follow the people. Although I am not sensitive and have not understood the three talents of heaven, earth and man, the empty strings and scattered sounds are all in line." Said. With a flick of the middle finger, Bian Xijun on the other side obviously felt a stagnation of blood flow.

"My set of songs is called "Blowing Rain and Scarlet Sound", and it is omnipotent against clear, turbid, cold and hot water."

The implication is that the human body is also filled with a lot of water - blood, moisture, and even brains and bile, so naturally it is difficult to escape the snare of his rhythm.

The black sinful peacock struggled several times, but it was met with its own stubborn resistance, and it froze in place.He didn't dare to forcibly get rid of it, which is tantamount to contradicting himself, and the result would be an explosion.

But after thinking about it for a while, he realized the opponent's weakness.It's just a nice rhetoric to use the piano to control the water.This set of exercises has been practiced by Zuo Ci and others as early as in the Three Kingdoms. The essence is to "forbid water with qi". , had to rely on temperament assistance.

"...So, your Excellency must not be able to play this piano anymore." He didn't show any expression on his face, but he sneered in his heart, and his eyes under close lashes could be called compassionate.

When the lingering sound is gone, it will be my death day.

Hen Qiangu was not annoyed, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.The numb arms hang down loosely, and the person shakes slightly, sighing in anger, "Oh, so what?"

At this time, Wen Guang moved, and a person turned out from behind him, the hair fluttered, the green shadow took time out, opened the folding fan, and rushed towards the opponent.

What is needed is this momentary opportunity, this one-hit victory.Tantai Wuzhu relied on the cover of Hen Qiangu to adjust his breath for a long time, this move was powerful and powerful, exhaled slowly, riding on the wind, like a swimming dragon.So he waved his wide sleeves and drew his wrists, the snow fan was like a white crane spreading its wings, poured with inner strength, it was so sharp that it could cut gold and break iron, rubbed it with white light, and hit the fan behind the ear that Ben Xijun covered under his collar.

The clinker was handed out half a foot, and the black peacock's eyes dimmed, and it started to move.The long mace rushed to attack, and slammed heavily on the fan bone from the side, immediately neutralized the attack, followed by a stir, the situation changed drastically, Tantai Wuzhu saw the long iron weapon stabbing towards the heart.

Hen Qiangu's skills were frustrated, so the technique of air confinement could not last long. If there were no bamboo to use the sword, Bian Xijun would have already lost his head at this moment; Half a beat slower.With only a slight difference, Ben Xijun broke free from the restraint.

An inch is long, and an inch is strong, this is a theorem of martial arts, and it is God's will.

Hen Qiangu was really exhausted, leaning on the body of the piano, anxiously waiting for the unresponsive response: at this point, the only option is to step back quickly, turn around, or escape.He grasped this ray of life, waiting to rush out to respond at any time.