[Cat and Mouse] Jianhe

Hua Chong eight winds do not move, ten fingers lightly tap the strings, and a feather sound emerges in the dirge like gurgling water.It is small and cannot be ignored, but it comes suddenly and is integrated with the tear-jerking elegy.

Shang Piao's forward body seemed to be trapped by an invisible barrier, making it difficult to move.A poor student nearby raised his hand and cut off Shang Piao's head with a single blow.

The disheveled head gurgled and rolled for weeks, as if scooped out of blood.A pair of eyes are wide open, and the death will not rest in peace.During the melee, this head was trampled on at will, and kicked into an unknown corner because it blocked someone's feet.The headless corpse was mixed with the corpses of all the people, ashes to ashes to ashes.

The name of the Beidou couple was annihilated.

Bai Yutang practiced the Youyun mentality method for a while, and his foundation was stable and his mind was stable.But helplessly, he was severely injured, and under the pressure of the sound of Hua Chong's piano, he felt restless, his chest and abdomen were churning, and his throat was filled with fishy sweetness.He forced his self-exercise to suppress his blood, his brows were furrowed and his face was pale.What sent charcoal in the snow was the two streams of true qi infiltrated from the purple palace behind, like gentle wind, drizzle, warm jade and smoke, gently cruising among the three palaces of meridians.

It was Zhan Zhao who left and came back, stabilized Bai Yutang's injury and made a decisive decision, "Let's go."

"Yuehua?" Bai Yutang looked around, but couldn't find the little girl's picture.

"Someone came from Wuyinfang just now and took Miss Ding away in the midst of the chaos. Let's talk about it later if you have any doubts. It's useless to stay here with your current skeleton. Can you stand up?" Zhan Zhao held Bai Yutang's arms and pulled her away. Lifting it up, seeing the white mouse staggering unbelievably, it can't help but pull the person onto itself, "Forget it, I'll carry you on my back."

"Don't," Bai Yutang subconsciously tried to break free, but failed.

"Don't make a fuss, the overall situation is the most important thing," Zhan Zhao said in a particularly righteous manner, with a stern face, "If you are not used to carrying you, then hug you. I can still come and go freely when I hug you, so don't worry."

There are many people in Qiongqi hall, and the head of the hall, Hua Chong, has a unique skill and knocks down a lot of people with the sound of the piano. The hall gradually becomes one-sided.Lu Huaimo's troops headed by the big butcher knife fell one after another, and were beaten to death by groups of Qiongqi's disciples.Since the Beidou couple both died, Li Si has been hovering around the fringes of the fight to protect himself wisely.After receiving Zhan Zhao's instructions to evacuate, Li Si turned around and walked out of the hall.

Hua Chong's hand playing the qin leisurely turned over suddenly, several qin sounds clanged and turned into blades, and rushed towards Li Si.The five fingers covered and retracted on the qin wood, and they unloaded the thinnest strings and hit Li Si.

Even though Li Sijin was cautious, he didn't expect that Hua Chong would attack him suddenly.He hurriedly turned around and struck his horse, punching steel with a straight line with his right hand.This punch can be said to be as strong as a wall, and it can bulge a lump on the tiger's forehead.But the sound of Wuying piano came one after another, and the sharp strings mixed with it were like flying knives. Li Si yelled in pain and fell to the ground, and the middle finger of his right hand was broken.

There was no blood, and the broken middle finger fell to the ground, making the sound of a hard object bumping against it.The part of Li Si's middle finger cut off by the strings is hollow and made of metal, obviously it was attached later.

Zheng——Ju Que came forward, mercilessly slashing at the strings.

Hua Chong turned his wrist to retract the strings, and buckled them on the piano again.

Zhan Zhao is tall and tall, standing in the middle hall like a sea god needle.Juque ancient sword Longyou Fengyue, that kind of bearing is not easy to mess with.Zhan Zhao helped Li Si up, and said in a deep voice, "Uncle Li, go and see Yutang first."

Li's face was ashen-colored, and his head was so drooping that he could knock the ground.

Hua Chong was very proud of picking Li Si's tortoise shell, and he sang three sighs like an opera: "Three yellows painstakingly save oneself, five poisons wash the stomach and empty spears. Li Mutong, the famous poisonous ghost in Miaojiang back then, how can he now?" It was reduced to a field for selling pigs."

The three yellows painstakingly relieve oneself, and the five poisons Huanwei empty spears refer to three kinds of magic medicines and five kinds of deadly poisons respectively.The three yellows were created by the Lin family in Qingzhou, and the five poisons were owned by the Tu people in Miaojiang.The Tu people in Miaojiang relocated to a corner of Pian'an. They have never set foot in the Central Plains for thousands of years, but the poisonous ghost Li Mutong set a precedent.It was nearly ten years ago when poisonous ghosts were rampant, and among the five poisons, the nine are the most respected.

Once the poison of Jiujue enters the body, it will kill the Qi and blood meridians and there is no medicine to cure it. It is a nightmare for martial arts practitioners.It was this poison that ruined Xia Yuqi's Liuyun Sword.

Bai Yutang is Xia Yuqi's descendant, and Xia Yuqi and Jiujue Poison Ghost are inseparable.Hua Chong exposes Li Mutong's identity at this time, whether it is by accident or on purpose.If he wanted to, how did he know that Xia Yuqi had won the Nine Talents, and what was the relationship with the disputes back then.Zhan Zhao's thoughts turned countless times, and the eyes he looked at Hua Chong became more and more unfathomable.

Li Siwo shivered on the ground.The poisonous ghost who swept the martial arts in the past lost all vigor, like a chicken whose feathers have been shaved.

The butcher knife man was exhausted from fighting for a long time, and died tragically with several knives in his body.The troops sent by Lu Huaimo to fish in troubled waters were wiped out, Ding Yuehua was taken away by Wuyinfang, the couple Beidou were killed, and only Zhan Zhao and Qiongqi headed by Hua Chong were left in the hall.There was no fighting with swords, and the hall was suddenly silent.

Hua Chong's voice was very clear and whirling, "Poison ghost, where's your Nine Ultimates? Why don't you take advantage of the beautiful scenery on this beautiful day and let us have a good look at it."

It's enough to find out Li Mutong's identity, and he deliberately mentioned Jiujue.Zhan Zhao felt that Hua Chong's words were most likely meant for Bai Yutang.

But after all, Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao have the same nostrils, and they can clearly distinguish internal and external troubles, and no matter how deep the secret is, it is not as important as leaving Qiongqitang.He dragged his dying body and used Jingfeng sword as a crutch, and moved all the way to Li Mutong in a golden rooster's independent posture, and stretched out a hand to the oil bottle with the demeanor of a virtuous wife, "Wake up, the damned are dead, We have nothing to do here."

Hua Chong narrowed his eyes slightly, "Bai Yutang, I brought you in."

Bai Yutang dragged Li Mutong up with difficulty, and with an eclectic smile still arrogant, he said chicly: "Thank you, Master Hua, I am very grateful."

"I brought you in, but I didn't want you to say thank you," Hua Chong smiled unabated, as if he had the chance to win, he deserved a beating.

Bai Yutang kindly took over, giving Hua Chong a chance to speak. "Oh. Then, what is the main purpose of Huatang?"

Hua Chong smiled lightly, with the whole attitude of prostitution, "I want you, stay here."

"Dream." It was Zhan Zhao who spoke this time, and the two words were categorical without leaving any room.The Juque ancient sword opened horizontally, firmly blocking Bai Yutang behind him.Li Mutong couldn't fall into Hua Chong's hands, and Bai Yutang couldn't stay in Qiongqi.Qiongqi's side besides Hua Chong also has many Qiongqi's disciples who are full of murderous spirits, but there are only three of them, one is physically disabled and the other is mentally disabled, and they all know that there is another fierce battle.

"Bai Yutang, let me ask you one last time. You have to think about it, I know a thing or two about the poison of the nine absolutes," Hua Chong persisted in his stalking.

The bait Hua Chong threw was really mouth-watering, but when Bai Yutang looked at Li Mutong, he immediately gave up the idea of ​​playing with Hua Chongxu and succumbing to the snake.Hua Chong's heart is deep, and what he says is not trustworthy.Furthermore, Li Mutong is the owner of Jiujue, so he is more familiar with the events of the past.So Young Master Bai took the trouble to wink at Zhan Zhao, cat, and dismissed him.

Zhan Zhao was in a good mood, and as soon as his upper lip touched his lower lip, he threw the two words to Hua Chong again in a graceful manner, "Dream."

Hua Chong's eyes suddenly shone coldly, and a transparent string made of silkworm silk flew out from his sleeve.

Zhan Zhao's figure turned around and easily avoided, he put his palms on Bai Yutang and Li Mutong's shoulders and pushed them, using his inner strength to move them to a corner that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

With a snap, the strings were heavily chiseled into the beams of the zenith, causing wood chips to fly, and the other end was buckled on the forehead of the piano.The strings span half of the lobby, like a spider's thread waiting for a rabbit.The flower rushed to the first string and then fell to the second string. The sharp silk strings pierced through the chest of a Qiongqi disciple, nailing him to the strings.The disciple was terrified and eager to break free, but instead of struggling, Xiansi cut off his heart vein and died on the spot.The limp corpse was hanging on the strings, and the blood rolled down the strings, but the strings were still translucent white.

With the heaven and earth as the body of the qin, the silkworms as the strings of the qin, the seven strings are divided into many branches, and the music of the qin can kill one's life.If it is said that there is no one school that can pour high-quality internal energy into the sound of the piano to disturb people's mind, there is only Fanjun Qin who can lay strings in the hall and use it as a piano.

Hua Chong is the heir of Fanjun Qin.

I knew it was a formidable opponent, but I didn't expect such a formidable opponent.Among the four piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Wu Duhua ranks first because of spying on the secrets and divination of the world. When it comes to real swords and guns, Fanjun Qin is the first.Zhan Zhao was not frightened out of his wits, the Juque ancient sword was firmly in his hand, and the calm water flowing in his whole body was like a deep abyss.

The three and four strings of Hua Chong come out at the same time, one left and one right slaughter gods and demons.

Zhan Zhao was as immovable as a mountain, until the two strings twisted and turned to reach the same goal, and then he jumped up and sacrificed the giant que.The dark ancient sword is like a dragon swimming in the abyss, nine days and seas, and the magnificent momentum of laughing at the world is surging forward for thousands of miles.Qi'ao's sword is bright, windy, and full of virtue, Zhan Zhao's wrist is slightly turned over the giant que and passed horizontally, a seemingly careless and almost simple move is inserted between the two strings with great precision.The sword energy leaps and leaps, forcing the two strings to drift a foot.

Hua Chong turned over and stepped onto the long table, tapped his feet and flew down the hall.The long table suddenly cracked under his feet, and delicacies rolled all over the floor.In mid-air, Hua Chong flicked the fifth string with his sleeve.

Zhan Zhao made another move that opened up the world, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, facing the silk string of the silkworm head-on.

Hua Chong smiled contemptuously, and the sixth and seventh strings hit Zhan Zhao one after another.The fifth string suddenly fell under the pull of the wrist, touching things and touching people.

In the pursuit of killing all kinds of people, Zhan Zhaohai's sword intent is like a rising tide.Tolerance is great, but without desire is strength.There are bandits and gentlemen, and they will never be blamed.The Juque ancient sword came out obliquely, and the ubiquitous sword edge intertwined with the fifth string.When the sixth and seventh strings reached, Zhan Zhao turned his wrist sideways and thrust out a sword slowly.This sword has nothing to do with swiftness and is far from sharp.

The fifth string collided with the sixth string, and the seventh string that followed did not stop, following in the footsteps of the fifth string.The three strings were dizzy and twisted together in this sword.Hua Chong stretched out his hands one after another to shake the three strings, and the strings were pulled on three sides.

Zhan Zhao used the power of a sword to force the strings to change positions, and Hua Chong was at a disadvantage during the process of pulling the strings.

However, this is only the beginning of Fanjun Qin's grand exhibition.After the seven strings are drawn, Hua Chong does a somersault, dances like a butterfly, and lands lightly on a string.Tap the strings lightly with your toes, the strings vibrate and the rhythm flows.This chord sound pierced through the hall, subtle but not to be ignored, penetrated into everyone's ears.

Zhan Zhao faced the difficulties, and the three swallows leaped onto the same string lightly and delicately.Xiansi sank slightly, and the two of them were as stable as Mount Tai.

Hua Chong acted like a gentleman, "I didn't intend to kill you. It's better to have more friends than enemies."

Zhan Zhao swung his sword behind his back, and put his words to death, "Master Hua should give up this idea. The way is different, so we don't conspire with each other. Forgive me."

Hua Chong's aura suddenly changed.True Qi surged, and the unceasingly strong internal force swayed his clothes and fluttered away.This internal energy is domineering and treacherous, and it is not pure in bits and pieces, but it has to be admitted that it is extremely profound, and it is estimated to have five or sixty years of skill.Hua Chong plucked his body and rushed to the other string, playing two notes in succession with both hands first.

Hua Chong's internal strength is much higher than Zhan Zhao's, and Zhan Zhao almost fell off the strings when he plucked them.At the critical moment, he raised his breath and threw his sword in the opposite direction, finally catching up with Hua Chong.

As soon as the two notes came out, they turned and rushed to the other string, clapping with ten fingers, and chanting and bumping with both feet.The mellow and ethereal rhyme flows from the seven strings, and with the help of powerful internal force, these strings become a murderous weapon.The lamentation of the elegy is so heavy that it makes people feel disheartened and out of breath.The sound of this piano does not distinguish between the enemy and the enemy, and does not distinguish between good and evil. Wherever it passes, people are devastated.

Bai Yutang collected materials locally, and directed Li Mutong to bring some tables, chairs, and a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and set up a crude maze to circle around the Qiongqi hall.With Hua Chong's zither sound, those Qiongqi disciples had no time to take care of the two of them.Although Hua Chong's internal strength is deep, it can't be obtained step by step through practice. If you try it out, you will know that you have borrowed some crooked ways.Bai Yutang's internal strength is pure and clean.Shen Xin calmly closed his eyes and listened, floating clouds and thoughts circulated in his limbs, and the dream-disturbing piano sound became weaker and weaker until he couldn't hear it at all.

Under the intimidation of the piano sound from all directions, Zhan Zhao calmed down.The pure internal force sticks to the roots, and the giant que in his hand sings dragons and roars tigers.

Hua Chong accelerated the speed of playing.The previous one-level offensive has now risen to the third level.

Just at the critical moment when the rhyme is changing, Zhan Zhao Juque cuts the sound string under his feet with the force of breaking a mountain.The blade of the Juque sword rubbed against the strings of the zither, and the sound it made was toothache, which abruptly crossed into the qin music played by Hua Chong.A tear-jerking melody of the qin was interrupted by Zhan Zhao burning the qin and boiling the crane.

Hua Chong paused for a moment in his flowing movements, then moved up and tilted his feet to touch one string, his hands to hold the other string, and played the piano sound again with his hands and feet.

After Zhan Zhao tasted the sweetness, he became more and more ignorant of flattery.The Juque ancient sword is used as a hatchet, and the old tricks are repeated at the key points of the rhythm.

One jumped up and down to play the soul-destroying qin music, and the other was chasing after him seriously to sabotage. Both of them showed their supernatural powers and neither was willing to back down half a step.In the blink of an eye, you and I have been stalemate for more than a dozen rounds, and the people below only feel that the two big fleas, one red and one blue, are full of energy every moment and never stop.

The soul-stirring sound of the piano was disturbed several times, and the overwhelming power was reduced by ten.A trace of hostility flashed in Hua Chong's gentle face, and when the chords played again, the rhyme was no longer the same as before.This time, the sound of the piano was like a mighty Jiangtao raging sea, and it was out of control, and the places it passed were almost dead bodies everywhere.

Hua Chong is far ahead with only internal strength, Zhan Zhao can only save his life at most.Zhan Zhao turned around and ran away when this wave of qin music struck, he jumped away from the strings three times, and when he landed, Ju Que swept over a jar of Nurhong.

The sound of the wine jar hitting the ground was earth-shattering and extremely ear-piercing, as if the ear-piercing sharpness of silver needles was unbearable.However, the deep internal force attached to the Hua Chong Sonata was invincible, and the sound became the light of fireflies.Hua Chong took advantage of the victory to pursue his ten fingers flying like flying, and the Qixian trembled and made sounds through his hands, using the hall as the dragon's pond and Phoenix's marsh to wreak havoc and kill.

Zhan Zhao relied on his pure inner strength to ignore this, Ju Que used Qi to control the sword, and smashed another jar of old wine with a clatter.

Seeing Zhan Zhao's overreach, Hua Chong sneered, and fiddled with the seven strings even more vigorously.

The strings are clanging like thunder, and the places they pass are full of fighting.

The chilling sound of the piano finally reached Zhan Zhao's ears.The Juque ancient sword steadily picked up a jar of wine, but it couldn't help trembling when it struck.The wine jar is like a moth to a flame, smashing at Hua Chong.Zhan Zhao raised his sword horizontally and drew it horizontally, the blade covered the ground with rain and dew and swept across every remaining wine jar, beating them to pieces.

Seeing a wine jar swaying towards the door, Hua Chong stretched out both hands to pick it up.The sound of the zither phantom blade, three waves shattered the wine jar.This jar of wine was filled to the brim, and when the jar was broken, the wine poured down the feathers, even the silk strings of the sky were not spared.

The mellow aroma of wine dissipated, and the white mouse, who was addicted to alcohol, was already ready to move when he sniffed it. If he hadn't been dying and approached his white belly, he would have jumped up and grabbed this reckless prodigal cat to serve him with a sword.At this moment, meeting Zhan Zhao's sweeping gaze with a smile on his face, Bai Yutang squinted and pulled out the candle that lit the corner, and threw it away in the air.

Hua Chong was startled, but it was too late.

Zhan Zhao soared into the sky like a hawk, and the Juque ancient sword was like a breeze passing through the pavilion, and the tip of the sword circled for a few weeks to catch the bright candle.With a slight twist of the wrist, the flaming candle plummeted into the wine on the floor like an arrow from the string.

Sparks exploded as soon as the flame touched the wine.The tongue of fire was like a fish in water in the hall full of wine, and rushed to the beam with a bang.

The Qiongqi lobby was instantly engulfed in flames.

"It's on fire—" Poor Qi's disciples broke into an army in the ashes of the heat wave and ran away, and the piles of corpses stumbled many desperate escapees.The beams in the lobby were crackling and soon crumbling, and even the entire roof was blown by a shofar wind.

The previous chaos was still under Hua Chong's planning, but now the chaos was completely out of his control.A wise man thinks a lot, and the only mistake he missed was that he didn't expect that Zhan Zhao would cheat in a desperate situation.

The waves of fire were rampant, mourning was everywhere, and everyone was scrambling to run out.Hua Chong searched all over the place, sparks splashed everywhere, and the crowd couldn't find Zhan Zhao and the others.The beams of the roof creaked and creaked, and it was obviously not far from a crash, and it would only cost two hundred and five if it died here.Hua Chong swung his sleeves angrily and walked away, passing through the sea of ​​flames to the outside of the hall.

The outside of the Qiongqi Hall was already filled with people and horses, completely enclosing the front hall and the backyard.The first person held a folding fan that was slightly larger than usual, and swayed it leisurely in front of his chest.

When Hua Chong walked out of the main hall with his face covered in ashes, the folding fan slammed his hands and feet away quickly, and said politely: "Master Hua, Lu came a step late, I am really ashamed that I couldn't save Qiongqi disciple from fire and water."

The beams that were in danger were finally buried in the sea of ​​flames. The huge beams were snapped in two, and the whole courtyard collapsed.The waves of fire raged rampantly, lighting up half of the night sky of the Yinshan Cult.