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Hua Rong walked long enough on this street, and walked long enough, but he did not reach the end, or, as he suspected, it was not that he was walking, but that the long street was flowing.

Because, movement is relative.

If the street moves, then he is moving.

In the wind and snow, on the long street, Hua Rong turned around, behind him were the traces he left, and the vast snow in front of him blocked the street.

If this road is destined to have no end, he will continue to walk.

The memories of the two lives, the experience of the two lives, made him understand that there is no smooth road in this world, since he has chosen, then go to the end, just like in the previous life, he chose a person, chose a road, and went on, even if this road finally led to the invisible abyss.

In the world, there is no law of both worlds, and it is not as good as it is.

There is no such thing as a two-way life, it is safe, reliable and unimpeded.

Hua Rong understood this very well, so he walked very slowly and waited for the enemy's attack.

He believed that the enemy would attack him, because at the beginning of that storm, the people around him inexplicably disappeared.

Divide, then destroy, this is a common trick in the art of war.

The snow is thick, and when you step on it, you will make a sizzling sound, and when your feet leave, you can't see the ground, but the snow is more solid.

On the long street, a person, a red cloak fluttering in the wind.

The street lamps, indifferent, reflect the snow slightly.

When Hua Rong's feet left the snow, there was another slight sound, but it was accompanied by a slight sound of "ding", such as a distant distance, which came, and when it came here, it had been blown by the wind and only the remaining sound remained.

Hua Rong stopped, because of the arrow, his ears and eyes were excellent, so he was sure that he had heard correctly.

However, when he stopped, the sound disappeared and was never heard again.

So, Hua Rong stepped again, his feet left the ground, and there was a slight sound, and the distant voice also sounded.

Hua Rong stepped forward, step by step, step by step, the voice one by one, corresponding to Hua Rong's steps.

Hua Rong quickened his pace, walked as fast as flying, and listened to the echo.

The reverberations were as dense as his footsteps, and they rang and sounded.

Hua Rong stopped, and the voice stopped abruptly.

Hua Rong looked up and looked at the end of the long street, where was the source of the sound.

At the end of the long street, Hua Rong saw a man sitting in the snow, holding a hammer in his hand, and striking a stone tablet in front of him one by one.

The stele was one and a half meters high, so when the craftsman struck it, it was very short.

Hua Rong stepped forward and walked towards the craftsman.

As his footsteps moved, Hua Rong's eyes were fixed on the hammer in the craftsman's hand.

As he took a step, the craftsman's hammer struck, and then there was a faint echo of his footsteps.

Hua Rong walked calmly, and the craftsman beat casually.

Until, Hua Rong stood still a hundred steps away.

The craftsman's hammer was raised, but it did not fall.

Hua Rong saw clearly this time that the craftsman was wearing a sheepskin jacket, because the snow was the same color as the sheepskin, and the original texture could hardly be seen.

Hua Rong didn't speak, and the hammer raised by the craftsman fell down heavily.

In the dim darkness of the night, Hua Rong saw a spark splashing out, which was a spark splashed by a hammer hitting an awl.

However, Hua Rong didn't hear the sound, not even the sound of "ding" that seemed to come from the distant wilderness.

So, Hua Rong frowned.

He is an extremely intelligent person with high qualifications, so he understands a saying: "********, the elephant is invisible." ”

The one in front of me should be ********, this is a grandmaster-level person.

Then, this person is definitely worth being careful with yourself, and then be careful!

The craftsman's hammer fell, and instead of raising it, he looked up at Hua Rong. Only then did Hua Rong see the whole picture of this person.

The man's hair was unkempt, as if it hadn't been washed for months, even years, and the snowflakes had formed a nest in the unkempt hair forest. Compared with his unkempt hair, his face is much smaller, because the face is small, and because this face is very thin, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as skin and bones, so the whole face, the eyes are deep, the cheekbones are high and bulging, and the chin is pointed like an awl.

"Can you hear me?"

Hua Rong nodded.

The craftsman measured the flowers for a long time, and suddenly laughed, and when he laughed, the skin on the bones was torn and folded one by one, piled on the awl-like face bones, making people instantly feel that he was dozens of years old, like a shriveled old man of eighty years old.

"It's ugly when you laugh."

The craftsman was still smiling, laughing and saying, "I know." ”

Three words, but Hua Rong listened to them extremely uncomfortable, because these three seemed to be fished out of the dry desert, rounded without a point, dry and sparkling, and like a hard rock cut from a cliff, with sharp edges and corners.

"Your voice is so ugly."

The craftsman laughed and said, "I know." ”

Hua Rong took a half step back, and the cloak was raised backwards.

The craftsman shook his head with a smile and said, "Why bother? You can hear the sound of my hammer falling, you must be a very talented person, why not cherish life? ”

Hua Rong didn't answer, and even automatically filtered out the voice, because the voice of this person made him feel that his throat was dry, as if he had run tens of thousands of meters without drinking water, and then he was ready to retch.

There was no talk, no obedience, so Hua Rong shot an arrow, an arrow that could not be stopped.

The craftsman shook his head, raised the hammer again, and fell.

There is no sound, only Mars.

On the long street, a storm suddenly erupted in the area centered on the craftsmen, rolling up the snow on the ground.

The snow rolled like a wave, forming a wall of snow.

Invisible arrows, piercing through the wind and snow, through the snow wall, leaving a faint tail of wind, as well as a snow cave.

Hua Rong understood the other party's intentions and shot arrows again, this time, it was ten.

The wind is blowing.

Behind the wall of snow, the craftsman raised his hammer and struck the awl continuously, and the wall of snow stood up one after another, and then thought about spreading around.

Hua Rong shot three more arrows, and the wall of snow came to his side, drowning him in the wind and snow.

The snow wall swept over like a tide, and on the long street, another heavy snow fell.

Hua Rong's legs were submerged in the snow, but her posture remained unchanged.

On the other side of the long street, where the craftsman was still was, it seemed that he had never moved, but Hua Rong knew that the craftsman had moved, and it was extremely fast.

When his first arrow pierced the wall of snow, the craftsman moved three points to the left; When the ten arrows pierced the second wall of snow, the craftsman spun like a spinning top, but the hammer in his hand rained down on the awl in the other hand; When the three arrows behind him pierced the third wall of snow, the craftsman's spinning slowed down; When one of his arrows burst out, the sound wave from which the craftsman had struck the awl sent a larger storm that slowed down the arrows and then dodged them.

Hua Rong's arrow is the sharpest arrow, and Pang Wanchun's arrow is the most accurate arrow.

This is to see who you compare with, if you compare with ordinary people, Hua Rong's arrow is definitely the most accurate and the most profitable.

However, the craftsman dodged, more clever than Pang Wanchun.

Pang Wanchun was completely out of the archer's perception of arrows, dodging in the moment of life and death, while this craftsman used the environment and his own ability to dodge Hua Rong's arrows unscathed.

So, when the blizzard passed, Hua Rong stood in the leg-deep snow, but did not send out another arrow.

"I said, you are very smart, now retreat, we should not meet."

Hua Rong closed his eyes, because in the wind and snow suddenly rolled up, layers of snow walls obscured his vision, he could only feel the scene opposite, but he always felt that he had missed something.

"Then, if you don't want to retreat, one of the two of us will have to die, in this long street, in this cold wind, either you walk by on my body, or I let you stop here, no matter what the result, you will have to pay a big enough price, at that time, you can't get out alive."

The tone of dryness with a spark makes people want to retch, and the sharp voice pierces people uncomfortable.

Hua Rong's closed eyes opened, and there was an inexplicable anxiety flowing in his heart.

"Shut up!"

Hua Rong shook his red cloak, arrows rained down, and went straight to the craftsman in front.

The craftsman sighed and said, "Why bother? ”

The hammer was raised again, and then dropped.

On the long street, the storm is rising.

Silent, but there is a resounding world, deafening, this sound fills this world.

The waves of snow rolled and radiated from the craftsman's side, and from the sky, the craftsman looked like a spring, rolling the snow and blooming a huge, snow-white flower.

……

The battle on the Long Street can be seen clearly in the monitors of the Supersky Tower, on the sixth floor.

"Stonemason, Fang Tianwang is confident in his own people, alone, dare to go to Hua Rong."

Fang La looked at Wang Qing and said, "One lion is enough, no matter how many sheep there are, they can't bite the wolf." ”

Wang Qing smiled indifferently: "I'm a child, as long as it looks spectacular, but your people's movements look quite spectacular." ”

Fang La sneered, didn't pay attention to Wang Qing, but Liu Min next to him smiled: "Shangshu Wang Yin, a good candidate." ”

Cai Jing said: "This stonemason is a little scary." ”

Fang La smiled: "What's scary, it's just a stonemason." ”

"The stone is silent, the hammer is silent, this is called ********, can this be called terrible?"

Fang La's smile disappeared and said, "Put away your guesses." ”

Liu Min smiled: "I think, if there is no accident, Hua Rong will die, what do you say, Fang Tianwang?" ”

Fang La shook his head and said, "It's up to luck." ”

Liu Min also shook his head and said, "No luck, it's the general trend, please enlarge Wang Shangshu's stone tablet." ”

Someone enlarged the stone monument on the long street of wind and snow, although it was blurry, but it was clear to see. On the stele, a word and a half has been engraved. The first word is a flower, although the second one has not been carved, but the overall glyph can already be seen, it is a "Rong" word, only the "wood" is not engraved.

"In the last stroke, I think, when the word 'Rong' is engraved, Hua Rong's tombstone will be completed, and Hua Rong will die."

Liu Min stared at Fang La, Fang La smiled: "Carving insect skills, let you see the laughter, my book is not a weapon, two lives as a person, two lives are stonemasons, and two lives are carved monuments for the dead, do you say that the nest is not a nest?" ”

Cai Jing raised his eyes to look at the stone tablet on the monitor, pondering. Liu Min's head lowered slightly.

The person who carves the monument lives and dies on the surface of the monument.

"Don't talk about my people, Shi Jin, who of you are going?"

Cai Jing's eyes swept over the screen, and he sighed: "This is different from our original agreement. ”

Tian Hu said lazily: "The current agreement is that whoever is close will go." ”

Cai Jing sighed, and his melancholy mood was revealed.

-- Who will you send?

This is a problem.

PS: Leave, update. Shangshu Wang Yin, the person who carved the stele, ********, I think he deserves it!