The wind on the long street. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info gently crosses. Although there is no desolation of the desert wind. There is no gentleness of the wind of Jiangnan. But there is a different taste. It is always possible to push away the duckweed on the river surface just right, without the slightest ripple of water.

I don't know when, there was a melodious flute sound in everyone's ears. Although Xiao's voice is not very loud, it is like the bell of Hanshan Temple in the middle of the night, and the sound can fall on people's hearts.

The light and cheerful melody, between the ups and downs of the notes, seems to be telling people the beauty of life.

In a trance. In front of everyone's eyes, a harmonious picture scroll slowly opened.

Blue sea and blue sky. At sunset over the long river, groups of deer and antelopes, stepping on the afterglow of the sunset, came to the river to drink happily in the golden place.

And on the other side of the shore. Groups of blue wolves and tigers quietly crawl by the river, squinting lazily, quietly admiring the sparkling waves reflected in the sunset in the river. It's as if contemplating something. It seems to be recalling something, such a quiet and harmonious scene makes people's hearts a lot more open-minded.

The crowd was still intoxicated.

Suddenly, there was another sound of the long three-stringed strings, gloomy, excited, and so out of tune.

Short and rapid, the sound was tight and dense, like hail striking the tiles on the eaves, thunderbolting, nervous and breathless. It gives people another desire to fight.

It seems that Jin Ge and the iron horse, the scene of the cold light and iron clothes is right in front of you. Broken flags. A big man's hand rose and fell, and the head of a big man flew up.

Thousands of miles into the desert. Stumps all over the ground. The crimson of a scene. The wind in the air smelled of blood.

Hearing this, I was excited.

Two people fighting fiercely over there. That is, Gongzi Xuan and the old man. They weren't much affected at first, and they were still fighting, but then the blades in their hands slowly slowed down, and they stabbed on others' bodies. It's all a sin.

And with the addition of the three strings, the eyes of the two of them turned red in an instant, and they had the momentum of not chopping off this person's head and vowing not to stop.

The sound of the flute and the three strings, when they are strong and sometimes weak, are pressed back and forth, and the battlefield is actually the mind of Gongzi Xuan and that person. After a few rounds of repetition, Gongzi Xuan and the man finally stopped fighting. The decadent threw the weapon aside, and the exercise healed the wounds, the corners of the mouths of the two. Occasionally, blood flowed out.

The situation of Tang Tingfeng, Xie Fang and others on the side was not much better. is still in the decadent cross-legged luck,

But Murong Changtian is different. Although he was seriously injured. It was almost fatal, but he was still calm. I saw him leaning quietly against the wall, holding the stone under his feet. With a solemn and careful expression, he struck a piece of metal bronze in front of him.

The sound of clanging. It is very crisp and urgent. I didn't think he would be in a moment. I found the resonance between the sound of the flute and the three strings. Striking gently, the neutralization disintegrated the rhythm that drifted in this direction.

The sound of the flute stopped, the three strings also stopped, and an old sigh sounded. Slowly passed into the ears of Gongzi Xuan and others.

"Alas. Gongsun old monster, this son can't stay"

"To stay or not to stay, the sky has its own decision, old ghost Du, you and I don't seem to be qualified to determine the life and death of others."

"If you don't kill this son, you are unwilling. Twenty years later. You and I may not be the opponents of this future life."

"Heaven is a talent. Abounds, killing to which year and month, jealousy of others is better than perfecting oneself, the surname Murong Xiaosheng is terrible, but the one with the sword is even more good. ”

"They were all badly wounded. Can't I still see whether it's vulgar or not?"

"Old Ghost Du, I'm afraid you're out of sight this time,"

"Oh"

"Don't talk about him. You first look at the grandson of the old man Tang, and the one surnamed Xie, twenty years later. You're sure you'll beat them."

"On the rivers and lakes. How did so many terrible afterlife appear in one fell swoop? ”

"The back waves of the rivers and lakes push the front waves, fortunately, you and I are old, and we can't collide with them. Let's see who gets to Gusu City first."

"Gongsun old monster. The old man is still afraid that you will not succeed. ”

"Woohoo. Grandpa went."

"Woohoo. Grandpa went too."

..........

Flat. Half of the winners and losers. The battle is a draw. Each has its own losses. Several people didn't dare to make a rash move, because if they started fighting again with serious injuries, who knew if there were any people waiting to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

The person who had a trick with Gongzi Xuan glanced at Gongzi Xuan coldly. Leng snorted, and turned to leave.

And Xie Fang and Zhan Tianzong also left separately, and when Xie Fang left, he gently hugged his fist and said to Murong Changtian: "If it weren't for the master's order, I really don't want to be your enemy, you are not ordinary and terrible."

Murong Changtian leaned against the wall. Hearing this, he smiled slightly, revealing the red and white teeth that were covered with blood, and said, "Then Brother Zhan will also have golden silk entwined hands, and will you also break the air double flying knife." ”

"Yes and no. What's the difference. It's just a murderous ploy. ”

Xie Fangyan finished speaking, paused, and said, "Don't pass." Hopefully, it will be indefinite. ”

"I don't send it"

Gongzi Xuan picked up the long sword next to him. Bounced the dust on it. pushed away the willow in front of him and straightened his blood-stained clothes. turned around and walked towards Murong Changtian. From the stumbling steps, it can be seen how badly he was injured.

Tang on the side leaned back listening to the wind. Lazily lying on the bluestone slab. He stretched his waist vigorously, but unexpectedly pulled the wound on his shoulder. Alas. frowned. He sat up.

Gongzi Xuan asked, "Can you still go?"

Tang Tingfeng glanced at Gongzi Xuan and complained: "I'm not used to looking up at you"

Murong Changtian stretched out his hand and pulled Tang Tingfeng up.

Cold, long street. Dead bodies in one place, broken blades, separated limbs. Plus the collapsed earthen wall. There is unspeakable desolation. The wind mixed with the smell of blood dispersed in the wind and west. The catchers in Jinan City are rushing here.

The hawkers who had just left. He cowered back in front of his stall. I want to clean up my stall. But suddenly he saw it. A bold peddler dug out a bag of money on those dead bodies, and put it into his arms.

The next few people also forgot what fear was in an instant, and rushed towards the dead bodies like crazy. Stepping on the bloodstains, turning over and over these dead bodies one by one, from the happy eyebrows. It can be seen that they have gained a lot.

Street corner.

Tang Tingfeng said: "What about the little sword?"

"I met a senior in iron clothes halfway."

"He's fine."

"Nope. It's just that the poison has not been eliminated."