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

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There are 33 Que Naihetians on the top, and 81 Wangchuan Springs on the bottom.

Listen to the ghost singing in front of the Tumi frame, and mourn the poor years on the Jinxiu grave.

Let's try Zhu Jianming Qiushui, and he refuses to decay and abandon the ripples.

All my life, my heart is empty and cold, but Xuanyuan is recommended by my blood with hatred.

The slanting light of the first frost in the morning was originally hovering between the turbid waves and the long beach, but suddenly the rouge on the shore turned purple and the smoke was thick, and it fell in an instant.So the sky was intoxicated, and the sun and the moon were invaded by the flowing fire—it was the dusty Zhu Hong, the magic weapon should be the master, as anxious as a tired bird in the forest, it came through the clouds with a long cry, and went to the festival generously.

Gong Wuhou jumped up and drew his sword, and the blood-drinking famous front came out again, it would be a decisive battle.Vast clouds filled the heaven and earth, like the forty-eight thousand evil stars of the Doufu, coming down one after another along the big hole opened in the sky.

You see, this sword energy is empty, and the stars are shining brightly. Isn't it just a poem that no one pays attention to after many years.

He pushed towards the man who was calm and silently facing each other.

If he hadn't come to the end, how would he know that he had nothing at all—if he had anything, it was nothing more than the sword in his hand and the breath in his chest.And all the thoughts in my life have been paid to this sword.

So Xi and Xi drove, the ink stained the sky and the earth, the mountains were all red, and the Chengjiang River was chaotic.

Hen Qiangu knew at a glance that it was Gong Wuhou's most proud "Sword Walking Red Mist Crossing the Scarlet Trace".In panic and desperation, he exploded with astonishing strength from his sick body, and with each hand, he grabbed Tantai Wuzhu and Zhu Han's collars, and escaped from the battlefield like a young phoenix.

In the ups and downs, seeing a row of red-roofed courtyards that survived the fire, before I could think about it, I went up and down and went straight to the empty door.

What a coincidence, it was the Zhu family.

"bang!"Just the next moment, the roar of the earth shaking and the mountains shaking loudly, and the giant cloud clusters colliding with purple lights and red lights exploded behind them and collapsed into the sun.Everything was shaken, thousands of miles away, the brick house where the three of them were hiding twitched violently, the dust was messy, and the thin door panels just opened and closed inexplicably, "Boom!" "Boom!".

Tantai Wuzhu was flung straight onto a bed, the injury on his back was like electric shock, the pain made him grin his teeth: "He, how long are they going to fight?!"

"How do I know?" With a sound of "squeak—" the somewhat mottled wardrobe door was slowly kicked open by the toes of the bat-patterned soap boots. Hen Qiangu stood surrounded by gold-embroidered clothes and looked down from top to bottom. Looking at him, "I can't persuade you, and I can't pull you."

Tantai Wuzhu let out a mournful cry: "This kind of day, when will it be a head!"

Suddenly there was a sound of splashing water coming from the outside, but it turned out that when Zhu Han was thrown in, he just fell into a large water tank that was shoulder-level with him in the kitchen. Unfortunately, he fell headfirst and was trying to survive. An example of "Sima Guang smashing the vat".After thrashing about for a long time, choking and drinking, he finally turned over, grabbed the mouth of the tank and crawled out weakly.Coincidentally, repeated explosions caused an uproar in the room again, cups and plates smashed to the ground, tables and chairs were overturned, and there was a chorus of sounds, creating a mess.A dark clay pot was originally placed high on the top of the cabinet. After struggling precariously for a long time, it finally fell.

Zhu Han was just emerging from the tank. Seeing this scene, his eyes widened and his mouth widened. After a long while in a daze, he finally exclaimed in pain: "Father——!" He was so sad that he fell back into the water with a "gudong" .

It's a human tragedy.

After a while, the sound of the battle gradually died down, Hen Qiangu and Tantai Wuzhu exchanged a glance, hurriedly waded through the dust piles all over the ground, and went out to have a look.

Sure enough, the clouds cleared and the fog cleared.

But, it was too quiet.Even the sounds of Fengdu Pinglin and Yanluo Tingzhou are completely silent.The two of them knew something was wrong and rushed to the river bank where the incident happened, but apart from the steep cliffs and the deep or shallow dreadful gullies on the flat sand, there were no people there.

An inexplicable fluctuation disturbed He Qiangu's mind, he squinted his eyes, as if struck by lightning, he pulled Tantaiwuzhu's sleeves, and pointed to the two light spots floating above the smoke tower.

From their point of view, at first it was just two twilight lights like fireflies, the clear light was on the left, Zhu Huo was on the east, and the early sun was red, almost invisible.After a while, it was as big as a wheel, bright and bright, and the sound of "sizzling la la" can be heard gradually from a far distance.Above the lonely peak, it seems that the heavenly soldiers are gathering the clouds and drumming the fields with a strong momentum. The green and red light clusters are like two strong hearts. In the blink of an eye, it is like the sun and the moon hanging together, more like two starting and ending points that I don't know where they will take the smoke.The sun has faded, but the three colors of blue, yellow, and red are intersecting. If it is bright and then it is dark, it is cloudy and sunny.

Qian and Zhu were in a state of panic and desolation—they were doing this so seriously that people wanted to cry and ask: What exactly are you looking for?

Just as he was thinking, the two beams of light finally hit each other head-on, and the boiling air wave bounced away. Thousands of riders rolled up the Hiraoka, rotten grass and rotten trees, lonely bamboos and strange cypresses all looked like cultivated spirits, pitching and trembling.The green apples are like a cloud of green apples, rolling up a faint airflow one after another, condensing into a wave of fury, taking advantage of the mountain, rushing back to the cave and back to the mausoleum, and finally set off a hurricane, determined to move the mountain and fill the sea.For a while, the clouds danced wildly in the sky, and the rivers and rivers crossed the ground.

The dawn sky wiped out the boundaries, and the sky, the earth, and the shadows of nothingness of people once again merged into one as they did billions of years ago.

It's like a piece of dance music has finally passed the most exciting chapter, the lingering sound lingers, the sound turns ethereal, the festival ends, and the host and guest stop the banquet.

The imagined tragic event of burning Kungang and burning jade and stone did not seem to happen.It turned out that the two stern auras of green and red were colliding with the formation surrounded by smoke towers, and the ultimate sword image of changing yin and yang was like two rivers reaching the sea, gathering into a lingering vortex, continuously melting in the light of molten gold.When the three lights gather together, they turn into bright white, like autumn frost, and these fine and crystal-clear broken lights flow back to the sky.

The smoke is cold and the light of the dragon is going back to Luan. Xiafei looks at the mountains and looks at the guests.

Pieces of curtains of light are like the cold curtains of the mornings of every month and the night of flowers in the past, constantly opening and closing and flying past the eyes, which is indescribably refreshing.Waving Zhu Hong with his hand, when his mood opened, Gong Wuhou felt light all over his body, and was about to follow those streamers soaring up in a trance.

The rings of formations dissipated, and smoke towers gradually reappeared, with winding and long steps winding up the mountain, intermittently in the densely covered forest.I still remember that it was cold and snowy, and the way could not be done. He held his clothes and hesitated, and called "Brother Diaoying" so that he could lie on his back and save himself a lot of hard work.It was also this road, he was helped by his seniors, step by step into Nihai Chongfan's trap, when the autumn wind blew up and Lige was sad, he read: "You must drink drunk and dance with the wind, and wake up with flowers as a part of your chest." .”

For some reason, the situation back then was as clear as yesterday, impossible to remember.

Even thinking back to that night at the top of Gushe Mountain, the words "good" under the shadow of the trees and leaves falling, still ringing in my ears, but now I think of it like a dream, a dream, and it makes people confused.Thinking about love, he couldn't help but divert his true energy, and when he was in a mess, the balance of the three forces of the unblocking technique was broken, and the strong counterattack force was empowered immediately, his face changed, and Zhu Hong almost let go.

It's no wonder that Gong Wuhou's breath is not stable, he is exhausted physically and mentally to save the smoke and fire; in order to exchange him for the Yuansheng fortune ball, Yinzi even poured him several pills, even if his body is strong, he can't stand it This cure of quenching thirst by drinking poison, although the great master accompanied him to push the uterus one by one, steamed and dispersed, after all, he was injured by the violent medicine; in addition, the method of dispelling the formation took a long time, he was already strong. The crossbow is extremely strong, it is really reluctant to persist until now.

With one careless move, everything was lost, Gong Wuhou secretly bit her lower lip, using the severe pain to trap the Yuanshen who was about to be dispersed.

Unexpectedly, a sound transmission came from the opposite side: "There is no queen, you hold on."

Gong Wuhou's heart trembled, at first she couldn't believe her ears, then it was as if someone kicked her off a hundred-foot tower, she fell into a sea of ​​clouds when she was stunned and convulsed, the strong wind came from the south, vast and dazed.There was a wave of enthusiasm in my heart, sour, astringent, crisp, and soft. Taking advantage of the unpreparedness, it gushed upwards.He thought he was going to vomit blood, but unexpectedly she shed a tear.

Across the mammoth main peak of Yandu, he couldn't see the person on the opposite side, but instantly recalled that when he picked up the veil that was blown away for his senior brother, it was as cool as snow, and the ice heart of a jade pot was so soft that it was connected to the skin. It seems to melt in the palm when held.A period of westerly wind and half moon, but it turned out to be this feeling.

The breath was smooth, the stasis in the chest was cleared, and the unwillingness, loneliness, anxiety, and wandering in the past seemed to be thrown away.He held the middle and guarded one, and rekindled his sword intent. This time, he did it in one go.

The last cloud of gray smoke rose straight up, and the smoke tower finally lifted the layer of veil, like a beautiful woman turning around quietly behind the half-rolled painting curtain of a small pavilion.The mountains are bright and clear, just like the vision after drying the tears, the sounds of nature can be heard again, and the ordinary sounds of grass and trees have never been so tempting.

However, no.

Gong Wuhou and Guling Shiyan's kung fu skills have reached the innate level, how clear the ears and eyes are, how can they escape from the thawing of the spring stream and the end of the autumn hair.But at this moment, Leng Chuang's fame is actually lifeless, and he can't feel a trace of life.The two gathered in the vestibule, looking at each other a few steps away, feeling puzzled.

Is it because the senior brother has been trapped in the formation for a long time, or is it improper to use the power of Pangu Nuwa to unseal?Gong Wuhou's heartstrings suddenly tightened.

The dangerous road at the main peak of Yandu leads to the vestibule of fame in a tortuous way. On the steep stone steps, there are still remnants of snow from the fierce battle on the full cloudy day. After being trampled by countless people, it turns into a mottled muddy and damp mist Like tens of thousands of pieces of plain yarn that have been torn to pieces and discarded, they float gracefully.The east wind breaks, the horn blows and the cold freezes, the past and the present are intertwined, and the future and the past are thrown into the air.

Guling Shiyan pondered for a while, but couldn't figure it out for a moment, but seeing that the palace had no empress looked haggard, and wanted to reach out to help.Gong Wuhou froze, and immediately dodged subtly, and stepped up the stone steps first.

Although the two of them would definitely not admit their mistakes, but how could they believe it.On the top of the clouds, the wall field is lonely and clear, and there are echoes of besieged people everywhere, but there is clearly nothing.And the closed partition door of the cold window is so like a place where jade is buried, attracting people to uncover it.

There are no lights in the hall, and the window lattices are arranged vertically and vertically, making you feel dizzy and confused.Gong Wuhou climbed up the stairs, her heart beating like thunder.He flicked his sleeve lightly, and Zhu Hong turned into thousands of reds on his palm, flying over the mountains.Walking to the door, he took hold of his sleeve and knocked lightly on the door.After waiting for a while, he called out again: "Brother, are you there?"

No one came to answer.

He collected his mind, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Shi Yan of the ancient mausoleum has been standing at the bottom of the steps, watching a piece of scarlet clothes fluttering, covered with moss marks, and saw the dark inner room slowly opening.

He couldn't wait, so he stepped up to keep up.

It was a winged crown, woven with bright yellow silk, with a faint warm light flowing from the beaded tassel, luminous like a soul, it seemed that it was left on the desk unintentionally, and someone would come to pick it up at any time.The wind lingered in the cold hall, the incense burner broke, and the lacquered plum blossom brocade spread on the table was pressed into arc-shaped wrinkles, causing the twigs to dance.

A lucid dream is as cold as ice.

Gong Wuhou's hand that pushed the door tightly clenched the door frame and trembled slightly.The emptiness in the quiet room was suddenly magnified countless times, he was as indistinct as a dust, and he could not return despite the spring wind.

As for the passing smoke of the ancient mausoleum, it is the first time that I have traveled through thousands of rivers and mountains, and I feel the pain of the end of the road.

Blurred light and shadows appeared, and the white horse passed by. He seemed to have returned to the grand ceremony of the crown ceremony, and personally handed out brocade clothes, crowns and belts to Diaoying, and issued punishments.I remember that he read the classics several times the night before, and finally settled on a piece of "Fake Music": "A gentleman in fake music shows his virtue, and is suitable for the people and people. Emperor Mu Mu is suitable for the emperor and the king, and he will never forget..."

From then on, I will never forget the flickering light in those eyes shining in the clear water when I lowered my head.

Yes, everything should start over again, otherwise why would Wuhou be beside him, crying like a child.

He raised his head and looked back, the solitary sun was high and blazing.It illuminates the universe, and also illuminates the past and the present. This creation is endless.

But there are only people who missed it back then and never came back.

Difficulties have always been frequent and chaotic, young and young, with many separations and hatreds, and shallow ties to the world.

It is true that there is the wildness of wind and dew, the beauty of painting bridges and willows, the confusion of drinking horses at dusk, and the turmoil of blood and fire...but none of them can withstand the touch of "fate"—— People always use their imaginations to describe its appearance, sometimes it is the "very Tao" Taiyuan, and sometimes it is the moody fairy king, but no matter which one it is, it has no scruples about this place of life and gathering. different.

Even in the Yandu of Qiqi and the blessed land under the jurisdiction of Jumang, after experiencing a series of shocks, internal conflicts, conquests, and chaos, they have been unable to turn the misery into relief.

Tantai Wuzhu raised his swollen head from the endless paperwork.The windows with nine layers of smoke and snow are inlaid with a whole piece of translucent mica, which is cutting out a piece of the haze that is in full swing, and it is still the glory of the past.But for a few days, he managed the warehouses, sympathized with the people, and traveled around to give lectures. His elegance was lost, and he had no reason to be old.

"Bamboo Palace, you made a mistake in calculating this account."

Tantai Wuzhu was startled, turned his head and saw Hen Qiangu standing behind him elusively.

"According to your amount of relief, I'm afraid I will starve to death three times. What a pity..." He sighed leisurely, picked up the tea cup that was still warm, and sat down in an armchair beside him.

"Did I calculate wrong again?" After a dispirited complaint, there was a sound of "crackling" in the quiet study.This is what he once worked so hard for, and it is really a bad place in the world.But Yandu is trapped in a hundred wastes, and the elixir palace of the earth energy that it relies on is cut off with a single knife, and the result is the same as the scene of devastation everywhere in the plight.Even the outer formations couldn't be maintained, and Hen Qiangu had been staring at the dark pavilion's lineage stationed in all directions for several days.

The reason why the two of them are still in the mood to laugh when they are tired and exhausted is all due to the number one enemy crushing the Four Wonders - Ni Hai Chongfan self-destructed the Great Wall, and a serious conflict of religious differences broke out at the Great Sacrifice for the Heaven's Absolution. Zhang Lecheng and his like, who are the "God's Redemption Sect", seized the opportunity of Yinzi to destroy the world and attacked the original orthodoxy, and gradually became unique, and they were about to keep pace with the original Pope.

But Tianyu, the holy voyage, could do nothing about it, and her millennium sacrificial offering was cut in half by Liu Fengcui, who is now the leader of the righteous way.At that time, the desperate blow was just about to be released, the evil water in the middle of the Black Sea was surging, the mountains and seas were shaking, and one person in the vortex and violent waves threw a shot horizontally, directly cutting off the moves of the two.As the waves flew across the sky, Jiu Shenlian inadvertently fell into the arms of a handsome young man in white clothes and guns.His eyes were shining brightly, and there was an ocean of magnanimity in his heart. He approached the pale and beautiful face, and asked, "Woman, you are here to disturb the turmoil in my Heihaisen Prison, can you make up your mind to make atonement?"

As for the future, that is another period of entanglement and entanglement.When Bian Xijun arrived, the vast sea was already empty, and no one was dead.Facing the remnants of mountains and rivers, he still wants to try his best to restore the lost hearts.The Holy Inquisitor's prestige still survived, and in the next few years, he really competed with the heretics in an evenly matched situation.But Nihai Chongfan's decline is the general trend - Jin Wuzhen is very accurate, Zhang Lecheng, who was instigated by him, is indeed a deeply obsessed believer. .

While keeping a close eye on Nihai Chongfan's movements, Jin Wuzhen lived up to what the great master said that day "I will give you a punishment of corruption" and humiliated Liang Shougong to the utmost.It turned out that Guling Shiyan's succession to the throne was really not smooth, and the clan clan leaders who had been hostile to him in the early morning of course wanted to use this to shake the power he had just acquired.At that time, Yandu sealed off the whole territory, and there was a bloody storm. There were people like Nishinomiya Diaoying who were appreciated in such a crisis, and naturally there was this one who was saved by the Liang family at a very heavy price.He used to make countless troubles in the past, but now he is given a secret medicine that has been introduced from Tushan through the ages, causing his wounds to regenerate the next day, and this worst humiliation is repeated by Jin Wuzhen every day, and it will never end.

As for the territory of Yandu, after escaping the catastrophe, all the people have the feeling of being reborn from the ashes, and the pain of the small country and few people lingers in the sky, and the tragedy creates urgency, because the Yanlou issued orders, Mobilize people's power, but there is no exception.After several days like this, the whole territory has calmed down.

It's just that although the Yanlou had to be unsealed, the master in charge was not rescued as rumored, and he was worried for a while.Dan Gong is even more frantic, urging the four departments to search every inch of the main peak every day.Although the great master didn't say anything, but if he didn't know how to issue documents, and if he didn't restrain the master from entering the shrine, the people below could figure out what his intention was, and even remembering what happened in the West Palace in the past, they couldn't help but feel sad. Go deep into the forest and look around.

Hen Qiangu was running around twice, this day was really sick, so he turned to Yanxue Jiuzhong to take pleasure in bullying Tantai Wuzhu, and take a breath by the way.

If it was in the past, Qian Gong would have seized this waste of precious manpower and sued the Grand Master long ago.But now they are so hard-working and willing to complain, they only want everything to be safe, as for those two people who want to make trouble, let them go.

"Speaking of which, I don't know where Xiaolu has gone," Tantai Wuzhu suddenly looked at the sky with his chin in his hand, "So many people were sent out to look for it, but they couldn't find a trace. You said, Qiangong, we always Going out to hell, but why is it so difficult for the family to get together?"

Hen Qiangu took a sip of tea lightly, and said: "Don't worry about Dongtingbi's matter, if Xigong Diaoying can't be found again, I'm afraid that one won't be able to keep him either."

"Ah?" Tantai stood up helplessly.

The dark color is late, and the clouds are ups and downs.The grand master sat alone in the vestibule with the cold window, and was splashed all over by the evening scene.The small red clay stove is rolling water "gurgling" on the table beside it, and the vermilion flame that seems to be full of urgency is holding a small gold and copper pot, the mouth of which is like a swan neck Spit out white mist.The great master is holding a tea bowl, the utensil is ancient and dark porcelain, and the tea soup is light green. He waits patiently for the water to cool down for three minutes, so as to dissipate the heat of the charcoal and let the cool tea leaves Moisturize the fragrance.The Hanshan area, like a silent and loyal private soldier, quietly crawled at his feet.

It was at this moment that Gong Wuhou walked slowly up the mountain.

Slowly dragging the train, the embroidered clothes are slightly disturbed by the spring water, rustling.The twilight was about to be cast, and fearing that the shadow would deepen and be too heavy, it was only dimly stained once, and then dispersed like green smoke.He slowly sat on the guest seat opposite, half of his charming appearance was covered by his long hair, but the scarlet blood and tears were still unscathed.

"Recently, I have often wondered, which one is more fortunate than dying at the age of two or now."

Gu Ling Shiyan moved his eyes away from the porcelain cup: "There is no need to think about this kind of question." He looked directly into those dark pupils, and spoke unexpectedly harshly, "The so-called ancient real man , 'If you pass but don't regret it, you should not be complacent'. The wind and rain are added to the body, but the essence is not lost. You are still so worried about gains and losses and distracted, which is too disappointing for the teacher."

Gong Wuhou just listened quietly, and finally smiled silently: "Grandmaster really never forgets to preach and teach. I don't understand what kind of heart is so hard that he can't be indifferent. If that's the case, why do you sit here? Is this hypocritical? Or do you need to rely on this to balance the anxiety in your heart?"

The water in the cup was floating, and a layer of fine air bubbles formed up and down.The elbows of Guling Shiyan pressed against the lightly engraved handrail with curly grass patterns, and his eyes never flickered: "I just tell you, whether the hanging shadow is there or not, there is only one place for Yandu to go, and that is the leader Qunlun; you I have nowhere to hide, only to fight the universe again."

Extremely tired, Gong Wuhou raised her head and closed her eyes unbearably, suppressing her anger and said: "Even so, even if this is the case, I still want to ask: Then, and, how, what?!"

"Flying light cannot destroy life, and the world of mortals cannot destroy body. You broke through Luofu, retreated from Longsu, broke the sparrow mace, and broke Kunwu. I don't believe that you didn't realize it in a moment." The voice of the great master approached heavily like rolling thunder, " You and I come from the same vein, and the difference is nothing but the cause of my fear and the fruit of your fear."

"Grandmaster Yandu has already found out the cause and effect and put aside the dust, but my heart hurts! I have never kept anyone who I wanted to keep from the beginning to the end." He grabbed the front of his front suddenly and leaned forward. He said, extremely tormented, "If you really don't want to see me in a cocoon, why do you need to make this deal with Yinzi?"

"If you don't stand, you can't break!" Guling Shiyan replayed the case again, and found most of the tea soup, "I exchanged the Yuansheng fortune ball for your original intention, and the original intention was to 'know it and forget it', but you never returned! Wu, if you want to cultivate, I can release my spiritual power; if you want to revenge, I will stand in front of you..."

"It's meaningless!" Gong Wuhou held the armrest in her hand and raised her head, saying painfully, "Master... is not here, all the vengeance, reconciliation, hope, and disappointment are meaningless."

He would rather abandon his brotherhood, but it caused endless troubles; he tried to let go of his past mistakes, but was forced into the world of hatred by the great master; The farewell, with an overdue conclusion to their call.

Gong Wuhou was as sad as autumn, got up and left the table: "I already don't know what to expect from this life."

The setting sun converges on the ravine, and the crow counts.The dead smoke of the ancient mausoleum is like standing in the middle of ruins.He raised his cup and raised his hand, and the tea soup turned into a string of bright long chains and was thrown out, splashing a hideous shape all over the ground.The last afterglow immediately embraced, dyed crimson and purple, like tears from people leaving.

He thought he could understand.He thought he could understand.

This is a three-person willful action.They have never been of one heart and one mind, so they can only stand against each other and collapse.

They both won, and won big.They all lost, and they lost a lot.

Today's smoke is bounded by the deep ravine of Dan Gongjue Earth Qi, one side is the sparse vegetation in autumn, and the other side is the scorched and withered remnants.Gong Wuhou has come down from the cold window of fame and fame, and has traveled all the way, like two lifetimes.The carbonized vegetation shattered underfoot, and the strange dead branches pointed upwards, with horizontal branches and thin strips, like the skeletons of beasts starved to death in the desert.The crescent moon is rising in the southeast, and the people in the distance are small.

All of a sudden, the footsteps behind him were chaotic, shouting "no queen" in a moment, chasing after him, with their arms and wings spreading to block his way, looking anxious.

It turned out to be Tantai Wuzhu.

Gong Wuhou was full of frustration and didn't have the heart to pay attention to him, so she didn't go his way alone.

But the man refused, and stepped sideways: "No—let's go!"

"What else do you want to teach, Your Excellency?" Gong Wuhou's patience was limited, and she spoke sarcastically under pressure.

Tantai Wuzhu had no intention to argue with him, he just said: "You came to Yandu at the age of two, and you will die soon. There is the kindness of the master who exchanged his life for his life, and there is the righteousness of Yandu's ten thousand bones. You go , how many people will be chilled?"

Danyue passed through the branches, and cut out the chaotic shadows of knives and knives on the pale face. Gong Wuhou was extremely tired: "In the past, there was the hatred of killing the father, and there was the trap of the trap, which is a shame. Even if there is any kindness , If there is any righteousness, it has already been evened out, so don't say it again."

Tantai Wuzhu did not back down: "I don't mention the past, but for you, Grandmaster, he would not hesitate to exchange cigarettes and futures for you. Even if you can abandon the sincerity of so many of us like running water, what will be the calculation of this kindness!"

Not to mention it, but when he mentioned Gong Wuhou, he immediately gnashed his eyebrows and said, "Don't deceive yourself! The Yuansheng fortune ball cannot be manipulated without the four yuan of the great master. What Yinzi picked up was just a stone, but you! You have to use Is this hypocrisy trying to blackmail me?"

Hearing this, Tantai Wuzhu was really dumbfounded, he turned around for a moment and immediately burst into anger, and simply tore it apart: "Okay, okay, you are kind and righteous! But back then, if you hadn't been angry and burned the willow The sword manual of Tiansan Qingbian, why does the master have to search for clues without sleep?" When it came to the urgency, he wished he could beat him up, "I know you have guarded Yan for many years, you can't accept this result , I am extremely disappointed, is the master willing to give up in vain? It’s just that you are blindly procrastinating, even if the West Palace is still alive on the day when the seal is unsealed, who knows if it has disappeared now? You are so merciful, just think about it. Thinking that your senior brother may be trapped somewhere and die in despair little by little, can it be called righteousness?"

A certain blind spot in his thoughts was suddenly found out, and it was thrown in front of him so glaringly.Gong Wuhou suddenly came to his senses, a rush of blood rushed to his brain, his face warmed up, but the heat from his body faded completely.

No wonder he said, "The cause of my fear is the result of your fear."Karma is normal, retribution is not good, he has already stepped into it, and he can't get out.

Tantai Wuzhu's blood was rushing, and every word he uttered was like sparks flying from smelting iron: "Since you were young, how did your master treat you? Are you really ignorant? Those who have a big man must keep their own selfishness." , those who forget the big things will be very impatient—you bear the blood and tears of Nuwa, a century-old genius, why such a simple truth just doesn't understand!"

Gong Wuhou seemed to have just woken up from a protracted dream.At first, I just felt that my heart was empty, and there were thousands of dead trees in my eyes, and my life was like an arrow, which made me dizzy.Then there was a needle-like soreness along the diaphragm, throat, and up to the eyebrows.Then it spread like a poisonous bud, entangled the texture of his organs, squeezed out his blood, and sucked in his breath.His mind was exhausted, his body was dead, and he only felt that he had also become a shadow, about to disperse between the heaven and the earth.

Tantai Wuzhu was about to say something, suddenly the corner of his eye twitched, and he looked up.

There were dead, scorched branches all over the place, and the smoke would not go away. The bluish-white moonlight fell down the man's clear face like water, which seemed cold and hot at the same time.He probably chased after him from the top of the mountain in a hurry, his breath was unstable, and he took a breath before calling out: "No Queen..."

With a shock in his heart, Gong Wuhou shuddered coldly.He turned around and saw the same pair of brows and eyes, deserted and bright.

The man walked down two more steps, covered by thick shadows, just hid his expression in ambiguity, but the double carps and emerald jadeites on his chest were brightened by a beam of shimmering light, melting and rippling.

Tigers meet each other, this knot is untied or broken, vacillating in the interlaced eyes of the two.

Tantai Wuzhu couldn't bear it anymore, he hastily shouted: "Grandmaster!"

Guling Shiyan was stunned for a moment, heard this urging, thought for a while, and finally said: "Even if you want to leave, you should tell Xigong."

There was a flash of light in Gong Wuhou's eyes.

At that time, the wind was strong and the city was full of wind.

Tens of thousands of years ago, in the emptiness and confusion, there was Pan Gu who split open the black yellow and exhaled to form wind and clouds. With this breath, it was blown from ancient times, and the joy and sorrow in the square inch of Futian was blown down endlessly.