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

Xigong Diaoying returned to Yanxue Jiuchong, but her heart was not calm.

After entering the study room and lighting the lamp, what caught my eye was the scene of messy books on the desk and cabinet as if after an earthquake.I feel bad all over.Since the obsessive-compulsive disorder started, he complained, "After all, I am pampered, and someone will help you clean up wherever I go", while re-documenting A and B, and filing according to the rules.

The night was extremely quiet, only the rustling of paper could be heard, the candlelight was shaken left and right by the wind that turned the pages, and the shadows falling on the wall danced as if they had spirituality.

Nishinomiya Diaoying managed quickly, and the study gradually recovered its order.When I was returning to the recent documents, I couldn't help but stop.The few words of Shukuang, which fell between the lines like a tiger crouching and a dragon pan, are actually Zhu Zhu — even if that person loves red very much, he doesn't want to be pampered to this extent.It is easy to see Dan Gong killing people, but it is absolutely rare to see Dan Gong writing. He picked up a few and looked at them carefully.

That person was enlightened when he was young, so of course the master only taught some university methods that children don't understand at all. As for learning characters, sentence reading and other elementary school skills, most of them followed behind him and followed suit.It's just that until now, except for some of my own habits that can be roughly identified by the skeleton pattern, every turning point and every stroke of the brush has nothing to do with my skinny handwriting.Just like the fleeting and insignificant Jinse Huanian, after all, it has changed beyond recognition, and not a single word has been left behind.

The gleaming cinnabar characters, like blood, have an ominous meaning.

My heart suddenly seized heavily, and the paper fell from my hand.

He ran outside to look, but there was nothing.Unconsciously wiping the palm of his hand with a silk handkerchief, he looked around and saw that the sky and night were as cool as water.

Out of the corner of the eye, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a furtive figure half hidden outside the gate. "who?"

It was Zhu Han.

"Lord Nishinomiya, son...Your master has not come back yet..." Zhu Han bowed and faltered.

Xigong Diaoying was startled, she didn't realize that the moon had set and the seven stars had disappeared, after careful calculation, sure enough, including the round trip, it had already far exceeded the task time Wu Hou set for herself.But his expression was as usual, and he didn't reveal his thoughts at all: "The place your young master is going to tonight has heavy mountains and a long road. The road must take more time than usual, and he is probably rushing back now."

His voice is as clear as possible, with sculpted eyebrows and starry eyes, as deep as the night behind him.Hearing his determined tone, Zhu Han felt a sense of security, and nodded in agreement.

"Ah, that's right." He suddenly thought of something, and said with a low eyebrow, "Zhu Han still has something presumptuous... The young master still wants to bump into the grand master from time to time. Zhu Han is really worried when he sees it, so please ask Xi Gong My lord, please persuade me..."

Xigong Diaoying had never paid much attention to this mediocre servant boy, but now it seems that this boy is loyal to the Lord.It's just that I have probably been regarded as a vassal of the master by Wuhou long ago, so I don't have the position to persuade him.Sighing slightly, he could only nod perfunctorily.

Zhu Han was relieved, and after thanking him, he walked briskly back to Ruanhong Shizhang and continued to wait.

Nishinomiya Diaoying only felt a chill running up the spine.Still going back to the study, concentrating on his fingers, he wrote "The Crane Pavilion hides the golden crows in the sky, and the Wan Pavilion shines on the cold reeds by the moon", and finally said "Chi!" The words turned into green smoke seeping into the vast night.

The clenched fist was loosened again, repeated several times, and the two people who had been strictly prohibited from appearing in Yanxue Jiuzhong for five years appeared in a flash. "Heting, Banting, I have seen the West Palace."

A few pieces of paper fell between the two of them impartially, "Is this the news you sent back?"

The person on the left picked it up and took a look, and replied: "It's exactly what my subordinates found during their investigation..." After turning two pages, his tone suddenly changed, "But..."

"However, someone destroyed a page?" Nishigong Diaoying sat in the shadow of the lamp, his originally clear side face became more deep at this moment, his voice was not loud, but it was extremely cold, "It must be destroyed, it is about the Onko's own part?"

Whether it is the future situation or the situation that Yan will face, they are all worried and full of words, but the description of the instigator is vague, so detailed and uneven, isn't it deliberate?And when he was questioned face to face, he easily avoided martial arts cultivation and talked about Jiuding Danhua, making everyone preconceived the illusion that "the other party is just an alchemy Taoist", and even cleverly used the sentence "This person's position "Neutral" gave the Grandmaster a push to make up his mind.

——What a borrowed knife to kill someone!I have always respected you as a senior, and I also know the value of Wang Zuozhi from Qiangong, who can set the world in one fell swoop in Yandu, and he is devoted to the order of the master.But you insisted on clinging on again and again, it was too aggressive!Since you are determined to kill them all, don't blame Ben Gong for being ruthless.

"...That day, Yinzi suddenly appeared during a dispute. With just one slap, he stopped many masters, and his strength was unfathomable. This matter is of great importance. His subordinates have reported the situation of the day truthfully. Why is this missing now? Part? But what’s wrong?” Heting Lingkong couldn’t help but raise his head to see after not hearing the person in charge for a long time: Xi Gong’s complexion didn’t change, but there were countless ice-like stars jumping in his deep eyes. It's extremely angry.Shocked at the moment, he lowered his head deeply.

As if after a long time or just a few blinks, Xigong Diaoying's voice came: "You two return to Zhuyu Xiao|Xiang immediately, and inform Yuting and Shangting to stand by tonight and wait for my orders. "

The two left immediately.

It's late spring, the sky is bright and the air is clear, but Xigong Diaoying walked all the way, only to feel that the wind cut his face like a knife, but his whole body seemed to be on fire, and his heart just sank, sinking, how heavy the mountain was, how heavy the road was , Why is it so far away.

Finally seeing the illusory main peak of Luofu Mountain, regardless of the danger of losing his true energy, he stretched his arms and jumped straight up.On the way, he only borrowed strength twice, but when he turned over and landed, his feet felt numb, and his throat felt like burning pain.

It's just that when I really got here, I didn't dare to run amok anymore. The heart that was already heavy as if it had died suddenly seemed to jump out of my cavity.He walked forward slowly, trying his best to search for all clues within the range of sight, vaguely wanting to find something, but afraid of finding something.However, this hilltop seemed to have been forcibly cut horizontally by Xing Tian's relatives, and everything he could see was scorched earth and dust. Only the smell of tea in the air proved that that person had been there.

When seeing the white-haired Taoist in black for the first time, Nishinomiya Diaoying gave up all thoughts of using force and the diplomatic rhetoric organized along the way.

He could only bow deeply and bow reverently: "I, Yandu, Xigong Diaoying..."

However, it is so difficult for a person who is used to telling lies to speak the truth suddenly. He struggles and struggles, and he does not know how to convey his intention of "just wanting to find his lost brother back".

"I have let him go back, you can rest assured." The Taoist said.

Xigong Diaoying still kept bowing and saluting, and after a while, he suppressed the excessive trill in his voice, and said, "Senior, I am very grateful..."

Yinzi opened his eyes, and his face showed his usual lack of sadness and joy: "It's a pity that you can't remonstrate in the past, and you can't chase the future. It's too late. If you go here, what can you save?"

It's like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood, gasping for breath and being pushed into the water again.Xigong Diaoying suddenly thought that since the assassination of Yinzi was intentionally arranged by Chen Qiangu, with his ability and in order to be safe, he would definitely set up an ambush on the return journey without a future...

He tried his best to resist the impoliteness of walking away, and was about to leave, but he heard the elder say calmly: "Nuwa's 'eye of blood and tears' has already been opened. Although I let him go today, the destiny is not the same." Yes. The past and future have already been arranged, just like Yan Du will show up on this list in the end even though he shows weakness. Forcing is just causing more disputes. Why bother?"

When Xigong Diaoying heard this, all his rationality had been burnt out, he couldn't think anymore, couldn't figure it out, suddenly there were many nightmares in front of his eyes, and said in a harsh voice: "Senior..." After a long time, he said again, " The world is not benevolent, but people are not grass..."

"Humans are not plants? Heh." Yinzi finally shook his whisk, and slowly walked down the alchemy platform, "Gong Wuhou's seven orifices have been sealed, and the last bit of alchemy guarding the spirit is like a gossamer. Huh?" 'Zai?"

"Since the pulse of the heart has not been broken, it proves that there is still life, Nishinomiya Diaoying, please give me your advice." He said word by word, "Even if you change your fate against the sky, you will be humiliated if you are extremely strong."

Yinzi watched the young man put away the porcelain bottle, thanked him respectfully and said goodbye, and in the blink of an eye, a shadow like a glowing firefly melted into the thick night.Thinking of the expression of the swordsman in red at the end of the fight just now: like the last round of flames bursting out from a pile of fire that is on the verge of burning out, it is the most fierce, but it is also the purest Chenghong in the world One thought.So I would use the power of my true essence to protect him that last thread of mind that was about to be broken.As an existence that came by destiny and must go away from time to time, if you go back to the source, you are still alone at this moment, right?

People are not plants... People are not plants...

Walking step by step on the mountain road of Zhuyuxiao|Xiang, the ancient mausoleum, Shiyan, has not visited for many years, but the scenery remains the same.So I naturally remembered that a long time ago, when he returned from his search for ancient sites, he ran into a luthier at Fengting in the middle of the mountain.With Yaoqin in front, you can vaguely see the broken dragon pattern on the paulownia, which shows that it has been handed down for more than a hundred years.But it was such a rare and famous qin, but someone took away a piece of Shaogong, so it became a six-stringed qin, which is quite nondescript.

Gu Ling Shiyan felt curious, so he asked: "Mr.'s qin is quite unusual. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to learn the wonderful sound?"

The man's expression was calm, he didn't answer, he just stroked the thin crystal string, and then, a song "Forget Jianghu" lingered in that square inch of space.

"It's better to forget each other in Jianghu" is from "Zhuangzi·The Great Master"; and the missing string was added by King Wen. ——This is the story of fishing in the imitation of Jiang Taigong.

It's just that, although a string is missing for no reason, the luthier's fingering skills are superb, the correct tone is in harmony with the rhythm, wiping, picking, hooking, and plucking, without any weakness.Shi Yan of the ancient mausoleum only felt that the sound of the zither was colorful and gorgeous, but in the afternoon when the sun was getting late and the clear water was like a mirror, he felt like the rain was dancing at night and the mum was regal.I don't know if it's because the sound of the piano resonates with the bamboo sea, and it lasts continuously, dispelling the suspicion in my heart of "casting with ulterior motives or sincerity".So he said:

"'The qin is also a dead thing; only with the heaven and earth as the qin and the rain as the string can a gentleman guide the country and arouse the aspirations of the martial arts.' There is no rain and no wind tonight, and Qian Gong has no choice but to take out the qin again. I just don’t know , what I am going to hear are the two forgotten rivers and lakes, or a song of killing?"

Hen Qiangu didn't answer, he shook the qin table lightly, and a porcelain cup was delivered to Gu Ling Shiyan's hand steadily.

He sighed almost inaudibly, and said: "It is mentioned in "Zhuangzi" that 'an ancient real person never sleeps without dreams', but the great master Zhuang Sheng Midie played a piece of "Jinse" that would be more suitable for the occasion."

Gu Ling Shiyan's face was expressionless, but his eyes were already icy cold, his voice was still like ancient jade, but he resolutely said: "Hand over Gong Wuhou, and I will pretend nothing happened."

Hen Qiangu caressed the qin carelessly, but there was no tune, and the past was all shattered to pieces, making it difficult to pick it up again.

The author has something to say: "An ancient true man never sleeps without dreams" This sentence also comes from "Zhuangzi·The Great Master".