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

The author has something to say: This chapter will explain the grievances and grievances between Wuhou and his master through Qiangong. It has been greatly changed from the original work, canceling the setting of that, and changing it to Wuhou who witnessed the tragic death of his biological father when he was five years old. Such is the shadow of childhood.

Russia is really not able to accept that kind of setting, please understand OTZ

And, I really like Qiangong~ But the interaction with Yandu in the original work is pitiful, so I fabricated a story about my past with Master.I think the charm value of the master is quite high. If Qiangong was awarded the title of palace, he must be loyal to the master.

Then, the battle of Bieqiangong VS Shizun has been changed for a long time, so I messed up later, I’m sorry

The sky is twilight, but the clouds and smoke that linger all year round seem to be wandering around like lonely ghosts who cannot die. The whole smoke is still groggy, and I don't know when I will wake up.

Zhuyuxiao|Under the mountain in Xiang, countless torches were burning, illuminating the whole mountain in the dark night as if it could not bear the torment, and the wind blew howling.The river on one side also seems to be flowing faster than usual, and the countless eddies and undercurrents seem to swallow and smash all the shady things, colliding with each other and returning to the sea.

The four sects of Shangjiao Zhengyu from the dark pavilion, headed by their own palms, rushed out and blocked all the passages up the mountain.The smoke from the wolves rises to the sky, the sound of the fire blazes away, and all the troops are ready to fight in battle.Du Changchun, as Hen Qiangu's personal follower, held his breath in front of the battle, silently guarded, and occasionally looked up at the dark mountains, but there was always no movement.

The invisible string stretched over everyone's heads seemed to have reached its limit.

At this time, a gust of killing wind rose suddenly like a falcon hitting the air, with all its sharpness, it was in front of him in an instant.

A very thin white light shot out from Du Changchun's wrist, his arms extended, and he turned around to resist.I saw two red copper beads whirling, they came straight towards the giant gate and Qimen two death spots between my chest and abdomen, as soon as they touched the iron-cut silk thread, sparks flew all over the place.Du Changchun only felt a stream of energy gushing out with the rotation of the copper beads, constantly impacting the meridians all over his body, his viscera vibrated violently during his breathing, he was forced to take a few steps back, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and fell dotted on the white clothes.

The two beads retreated together, raising a gust of wind and hiding in the sleeves of the comer.I saw the bright yellow robes hunting, from far to near, the light of the beacon fire company was also eclipsed.Like a sword drawn from its scabbard, a figure came towards the wind, and in a blink of an eye, it stood up against the wind, and the anger between the brows made everyone panic: the master Yan, who had always been indifferent, showed his murderous appearance for the first time. meaning.

Xigong Diaoying paused, turned around and stood up again, with a flick of his sleeves, the double beads roared out back and forth, hitting Du Changchun on the left.

Du Changchun reluctantly swung the blade silk to attack the defense, but was rushed by the internal force, half of his body was numb immediately.Taking advantage of the time when Shuangzhu was far away, he hurriedly shouted: "Shangjiao Zhengyu Fourth Division! Are you dead?!"

Taking advantage of his unsteady footing, Xigong Diaoying went to kill him on the right again, and at the same time provoked a sneer and chanted in a long voice: "The Crane Pavilion hides the golden crow in the sky, the Wan Pavilion shines on the cold reeds by the moon, and the rain pavilion drips blood to be careful. The merchant pavilion floats and weeps on the autumn road!"

The last thing Du Changchun saw clearly was the four heads flying up from the dense crowd, with three feet of blood spattered—it was the four palms of Shangjiao Zhengyu.

There was no time for surprise, panic, or even despair, he just felt the golden light in his burning eyes passing by, as if it was just a breeze whispering in his ears, or like a girl's slender jade fingers caressing her neck, extremely soft touch. ——But it turned out to be a white handkerchief, with a pulse of fragrance, like a deep valley orchid, cold to the soul.So the body and head were separated, decadent and overturned, and there was no more sound.

Xigong Diaoying stood still, with bright yellow silk tassels on her temples faintly flowing against the wind in her long chestnut hair, which was as glorious as a mirror.Standing with his hands behind his back, he flipped his left hand, the double beads returned, and the white handkerchief fell into the palm of his hand.The clear voice rushed against the still air that was as if filled with glue: "From today onwards, the dark pavilion will be subordinated to the order of the palace, and those who refuse to obey will be killed without mercy!"

The invisible sword energy condensed into a whirlwind of purple lightning, and it swept towards Hen Qiangu like a whirlwind of clouds.

Hen Qiangu never retreated or evaded, but stood up calmly, staring fixedly at the ancient mausoleum.

Sure enough, the raging wind of killing and killing collapsed invisible when it came to a distance of more than Zhang in front of the piano table.

Guling Shiyan first frowned slightly, and then felt pain and numbness in his dantian, he immediately understood, and said with a sneer: "A friend serving wine, I thought it must come from sincerity, so I don't doubt him. Although I came here sincerely, I forgot my friend Taking care of the affairs of the Tushan Mountains, I have been fascinated by my ears and eyes, and the old ways and high winds have also been replaced by vicious hearts."

Hen Qiangu was pierced by his "friends" one by one, and his heart was impetuous, and he looked elsewhere: "That is also the welcome wine in Xijiang, if there are friends coming from far away, it will be fine; But if you have murderous intentions and use your true energy recklessly, it will become an opportunistic drug. What I want is to eliminate the scourge of Yandu. Since you are a fan of the authorities, Grand Master, I will let Xing Qiangu take care of it for you!"

It was expected at first, but Guling Shiyan was too lazy to listen to his ramblings.The reason why he drank that glass of wine without hesitation was nothing more than to give himself a start, and that was the last patience he could give.He condensed his breath with his fingers, and a little firefly light appeared on his fingertips.

Hen Qiangu's expression changed in shock, the grand master's attitude seemed to be walking leisurely in the courtyard, and he never revealed half of his murderous aura, but he knew too well what would happen if he was touched by that cluster of shimmering light and left with no bones left under the strong sword aura.Not daring to slack off at the moment, the cloak was raised, and Shadow Transformation God Rui came out of the sheath, holding the sword behind his back, and swung around, countless blue and fierce light seemed to spread from the center of the storm, like flowing arrows, like flying locusts , coming from the shop, it is "Second Geng Fuhai Night Sleeping Moon"!A song of Qingshang is woven in the air, it is the rhythm of swords and thunder, the sound of waves in the bamboo sea, and even the rustling of golden swords under Ziye Hanchan - once you make a move, it is the joy of Ye Ge's remnants.

Faced with Peng Ran's thunderous shock, Guling Shiyan moved into the phantom and easily broke through the sword net. With two fingers in front of each other, Qing Lingling made a sound, as if the original force from the vast void reached the sword body, and then freehand With a swipe of the ground, Shenrui's beeping stopped temporarily, and the wind and clouds were all over.

Before the opponent could react, Guling Shiyan turned his wrist and hit Hen Qiangu's right chest. A horizontal fan was drawn three inches above the door.At the same time, it is known that the opponent will definitely take advantage of his unstable body and sneak attack on his lower body, and the moment he leans over, he lifts his leg and kicks away the attack from the lower lane, and by the way, he uses his strength to move around the axis and turn, facing the empty door behind Hen Qiangu. , Without hesitation, he swung out the sword formula.The majestic sword intent blends yin and yang, chaotic spring and autumn, Hen Qiangu pulls up the sword flower and turns around to defend, but it is known that the superior and the inferior will be judged.

With a bang, the cyclone surged like a torrent, and the lush forests and bamboos nearby had been cut off in the middle, and the branches and shadows in the distance were swaying like defected soldiers.

Hen Qiangu relied on the sharpness of his soldiers to block the next blow, retreated a few steps and was able to stand still. On the other hand, looking at the dead smoke in the ancient mausoleum, his right hand was always behind his back, and he only used his left hand to fight. General view.

Hen Qiangu has been with him for many years, but he rarely sees him making a move in person, so he was shocked to be passive for a while.However, after all, he is also a top celebrity in the Four Territories, and he is regarded as a talented master of Yandu, so he doesn't appear flustered.He knew that the poison of Tushan had gradually dissipated from Guling Shiyan, so what he had to do was to procrastinate.At the moment, the mind must be determined, and the next move will come again.

I saw him jumping into the air, with light smoke and cloud curling around his body, disturbing the dancing of purple hair, astonishingly he looked like a demon.Then he leaned forward with a sword, the mountains roared, and the sound of the huge sword energy piercing through the sky harmonized with each other, as if playing a swan song of a palace tune like Huang Zhong Dalu.The white mist is like dust, mist, and electricity, covering all directions in an instant. This is the joy of Ye Ge Can Fu—"San Geng Fu Zi Ye Ge Can!"

Guling Shiyan didn't move an inch, raised his finger a little, and it reached the tip of the sword, a circle of halo spread, the earth cracked and disintegrated, wailing all over the world, and the shadow god was unable to move.

Hen Qiangu swung his sword to attack continuously, and Guling Siyan made a series of exquisite footwork and dodged it chicly.

The five tones and the eight tones are mortal things after all, and they are signs of the Qing Dynasty and the Shang Dynasty, but they are only detrimental to people's hearing and hearing.Although he didn't bear the sword, he could turn his qi at will, transforming things into two instruments, decisively breaking the floating clouds and breaking the earth.

After a moment of stalemate, Guling Shiyan couldn't bear to continue entangled with him, took advantage of the opponent's slashing move with a sword in front of him, and took advantage of the momentum to take two steps back, with luck in both palms, they started and turned, and shot a bright aurora: "Bayan Tianying. "

Immediately, no matter whether the red dust is overturned or the turbid waves are clearing the sky, they are all wrapped up and dispelled by the invisible air current that covers the sea.Hen Qiangu was also affected by the impact and retreated hastily.

In the chaos, a sword qi hit somewhere in Zhuyuxiao｜Xiang Pavilion, and a secret door hidden in the ground was rumbled open. A round stone platform slowly rose from the shadows, with a blood-red figure in it.

Guling Shiyan's heart surged suddenly, almost being suppressed by the poisonous poison, his meridians went retrograde.He rushed forward, held him in his arms, and looked carefully at the dim light of dawn.Gong Wuhou was cold all over, her face was as pale as paper, her long hair fell off, and her red clothes covered the floor, she was indescribably melancholy.I could see the wound on the left shoulder, the blood had solidified and was mixed with the clothes; I went to check his pulse again, and most of it was worn out, and there was a large piece of Qi stagnation and blood stasis under the left rib.

No longer regaining his composure just now, Poison took advantage of his grief and broke through the restraint in one fell swoop, layers of blackness suddenly disappeared on the top, his forehead was covered with sweat in a blink of an eye, and he was panting in shock.

Seeing this, Hen Qiangu was eager to rush forward, but the other party's fierce look actually fixed him in place.Immediately, he saw that Guling Siyan raised his hand and grasped it, and the guqin that had fallen aside flew into his palm, and with a strong force, accompanied by a mournful sound like pieces of jade, the piano collapsed, the strings were broken, and the feeling was broken.

"Why exactly?"

The teacher of Zong Dao, who was condensed with smoke in his sleeves when he first met, never took pleasure in things or sorrow for himself, and was as bright as the sun and moon in his arms, making people willing to be his shadow.

Did you change course, or did I admit my mistake from the beginning?

"You look like this, is it for the 'eyes of blood and tears', or for this person?"

Guling Shiyan was slightly startled, closed his eyes and said: "The beacon fire key hits the Demon Buddha, you have seen what happened to Yandu?... This is the reality of Yandu: Those who hold the powerful righteous way can do whatever they want. Anything we play with may become our catastrophe, and there will be no room for recovery forever. You and I should understand this kind of sadness, right? So, "A Hundred Years of Blood and Tears", I will never let go."

"You have high hopes for the 'Eye of Blood and Tears', but you snatched the son and killed his father. It is a disaster to have been kept by your side for so many years! Great Master, you have wandered around the world, and you have long forgotten both things and me. Qiangu really doesn't understand why you You have to plant such a big trouble for yourself!"

"'What is the relationship between a father and a son?' I have raised him for so many years, can he not be compared to an incompetent person who has seen his father and son die soon, but is helpless?"

"Even though his relationship with his biological father is still shallow, and you have a life-saving grace and nurturing affection for him, you are too domineering. Thinking about how self-confident that Gong Wuhou is, since you can't get the same obedience as Xigong Diaoying, then Just blindly coercing him has caused him to act extreme now; he has been heavily imprisoned and suppressed for more than ten years. If he has achieved "a hundred years of blood and tears", he must counterattack a hundred times. You can see what he has done in recent years. A gentleman is not in danger Under the wall, knowing the future disaster, why not wipe it out as soon as possible?"

Guling Shiyan was silent for a while, and said calmly: "Since I saved him, his life will be mine. If you want to dispose of your own things and carve your own works with all your heart, why bother with the grievances in the eyes of ordinary people? "

My heart is getting cold little by little, while recalling the promise of "the heaven and the earth are the harp, and the rain is the string", it is cool to the bottom.Countless years passed by, and they were tossed and turned here, but finally reached the ending of one shot and two parts, and I can no longer lie to myself.

Guling Shiyan hugged Gongwuhou, it was like a ball of fire burning in his chest.He walked slowly, and passed by Hen Qiangu.

"There is already a dead end between you and him. In the future, if either you die or we die, we will die together, and you must be buried with Yandu—" Always wanting to redeem something, Hen Qiangu couldn't help calling him , "The ancient tomb—"

The dead smoke of the ancient mausoleum slowly descends the mountain road in Xiwei Tianguang.

The complicated clothes without a queen are like ripples, rippling in the faint morning light.This scene is so familiar.It suddenly seemed like when he just received the two-year-old in his hands.He also fell asleep peacefully, with little anger, but the bright red cinnabar mark was like a ruby, so bright that people couldn't look away.Since then, it has been doomed, this is my child, my work, my calamity, my sin, a sword of the emperor forged by my life's wins and losses.So don't do pointless research.If you must ask "what is it for?", then, on the day of the dead end, there will naturally be an answer.

"Ahem... It seems that I still have to polish you... This is the last time you will become my weakness."

The rising sun finally came out from the clouds and mist, revealing the dilapidated condition of the place and all the unbearable things to look back on.

Hen Qiangu stared at the plaque of "Bamboo Rain Xiao｜Xiang".The characters are extremely simple, humble and connotative. The inscription must have copied hundreds of schools in the early years, then determined the shape of the characters, controlled the use of brushes, and finally mastered the wonderful realm, so that they could be shaped at will and written in one stroke.

When he finished writing, he also asked: "Pinzhu listening to the rain is appropriate, but where does the word 'Xiao｜Xiang' come from?"

The great master casually pointed to the river below the mountain with a pen, and said: "'The slanting moon sinks and hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi Xiao｜Infinite Road to Hunan'--"Moonlight Night on the Spring River" is the most magnificent scene of the same color of sea and sky. Live up to my friend's lofty charm of 'every age depends on this'."

What he said was conclusive, and he was deeply skeptical.He stared at the man coldly with half-closed eyes: "How do I remember Xiao｜Xiang always refers to the drowned concubine of Emperor Shun? The great master is so talented, really don't know this allusion?"

He slashed straight with his sword, and the plaque turned into sawdust and fell apart in all directions.

The morning light is so bright that it seems beautiful wherever it shines.The shadow was dragged for a long time, as if it was about to leave the body.Step to Malangao, or return to the car and return to the road?It's a pity that the first service is still there, and the ambition has disappeared.In such a scene, it turns out that Chenjiang was fortunate enough to circle Chenshan and leave Xiao｜Xiang for someone.From now on, for whom does the sword cry?The scary thing is that it always rains...

After subduing the Anting lineage, Xigong Diaoying couldn't hide his blood, and ran towards the middle of the mountain with all kinds of thoughts.While worrying about the situation above, he was entangled in how he would explain his outrageous behavior if he was questioned.He already knew that the Grand Master had also arrived, just moments before him.With Master's cultivation, it is more than enough to clean up a trace, but if he is asked about his secret plan, he has experienced too many things this night, and he has no energy to plan and speak.Just more than half an hour ago, he was still angry and decisive, but now that courage has disappeared a little bit——the impression of a good student who has been carefully maintained for so many years, I am afraid that this encounter will collapse.I'm not afraid that my master will suspect me in the future, but I'm simply afraid that he will be disappointed in me.

"'Wen has the West Palace, Wu has the Pill Palace', this is my long-standing expectation as a teacher, you must not disappoint me."

"The coronation ceremony has been completed. From now on, you will also take on the responsibility of teaching your junior brother. Don't let me down."

There are solutions to all difficulties and dangers, and Nishinomiya Diaoying also prides himself on being strong enough to never give up lightly.Only this matter will make him powerless.

Just as he was thinking wildly, he suddenly turned around when he felt the sound of a light blue dress brushing against the stone steps.Looking up, although the complexion is haggard, the brilliance is like a river of stars, and the eyes are like calm water and clear abyss, just like what you can see every day in the countless years that have passed.She fell asleep without a queen, and it was always until the sun was high before she looked at the mirror and put on her makeup.So I felt relieved, relaxed, my heart full of haze suddenly flooded into light, and my whole body felt warm.

He walked over in two or three steps, and what he wanted to say was indescribable, but he unconsciously clenched the arm that had embraced Wuhou's shoulder with both hands.

The whole world can't match the weight of these two people.

"There is no serious problem, just rest and recuperate; I need to retreat to treat the poison, you don't have to worry, someone will send the antidote in two days. The opening of the Tianbang is coming soon, and you should take this opportunity to plan carefully how to deal with it. As for Hen Qiangu, let him go..." Gu Ling Shiyan had to stop, because it was the first time he saw his most obedient student distracted when he explained something.

"Shadow."

"Eh?" The clear eyes were almost watery, and the rippling warmth was like the smoke that never disperses.

"Let's go."