The sound of the flute is melodious, and it disperses into the willow city full of wind and snow. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The clouds have dispersed, and the wind has lessened.

On the snow, Zhu Wu stood up and took a deep breath.

The cold air entered his lungs, making him feel a lot more energetic in an instant, and it seemed that because of this cold breath, he was glowing with new vitality.

On his body, the straps were still the same, and the snow stained his clothes red, making him look even weaker, but the spirit he showed was very full.

"Tianshou, we're leaving, ready."

Tianshou breathed a sigh of relief, and the face of the black mask smiled slightly, although it was miserable, but it was very happy.

The night's pursuit can be over, because Zhu Wu is back.

"But there's one thing you need to do before you leave."

Zhu Wu said, clasped his two hands, and blew into his mouth.

With the hand as a device, it makes a whining sound, although it is not a tune, but it is high and low, and there is a certain rhythm.

With this whining sound, the flute sound that spread throughout Liucheng changed again, no longer remote, but became high-pitched and excited, as if it rose from the ground and reached the nine heavens.

Zhu Wu nodded and went over to wake up Chen Da.

Chen Da opened his eyes and said, "I..."

"You're alive, and I'm alive."

Chen Da staggered to his feet, feeling a little uncomfortable in his neck, everything was fine.

"Can you still carry people on your back?"

Chen Da turned into a white tiger and said, "Yes!" ”

Zhu Wu smiled: "That's good, let's go!" ”

Chen Da raised his head and looked at Teng Huan who was blocking in front, you person wearing a windbreaker who knocked himself unconscious with one punch.

Zhu Wu looked at Teng Hu and said, "We are leaving, do you want to stop it?" ”

Teng Jian smiled bitterly and said, "To send off a guest, you have to have the appearance of sending a guest." ”

Zhu Wu nodded and said, "I can guarantee that you can't stop us." ”

Teng Jian straightened his top hat and said, "I have to show an attitude to King Huaixi." ”

"It's good to do it yourself."

Chen Da, who turned into a white tiger, felt the difference in Zhu Wu, and it seemed that the resolute and resolute and wise Zhu Wu from before had returned.

"Brother Zhu..."

"I'm back, no, I'm awake."

Chen Daha laughed, but the tears in the corners of his eyes couldn't stop falling.

Zhu Wu smiled: "I'm sorry for worrying you...."

Chen Da shook his head and said, "No, it's good for you to come back." ”

"Never again, I promise!"

Chen Da nodded, and put Tianshou on the tiger's back in the past, and Zhu Wu walked in front.

Teng Jian stood in place, not moving.

Zhu Wu moved forward, step by step, and walked very steadily.

Teng Jian raised his fist and prepared, waiting for Zhu Wu and the others to come over.

The long street of wind and snow, as Zhu Wu's footsteps approached, the street was surprisingly quiet, only the flute was high, like a war song, playing an overture for the two who were about to start the war.

Chirping... Chirping... Chirping...

The footsteps were close, and Zhu Wu and Teng Jian looked at each other, and the two of them were fifty centimeters apart.

"Do you know why I didn't stay away from you?"

Teng Jian smiled: "Be a polite guest." ”

Zhu Wu smiled and said, "The two of us are exactly fifty centimeters apart, which is exactly the distance you can punch without moving." ”

Teng Jian smiled, but his eyes narrowed under his top hat.

This street is eight or nine meters wide, but the road Zhu Wu walked was exactly fifty centimeters from the straight line he was on, an arm's length position.

Zhu Wu stopped, said this, and continued to move forward.

Two people are about to staggered by.

Teng Huan's fist was already clenched, and then smashed towards Zhu Wu.

Zhu Wu didn't move, didn't hide, and went straight forward.

The fist was in the air, and lightning exploded between the two of them.

Teng Jian hurriedly withdrew his fist, and the figure began to dodge.

However, this time the lightning was faster and sharper than the last one, and it fell to the ground, splashing snow and striking.

Five more electric shocks, Teng Jian could dodge. The force of the transition caused the blood to flow faster from the wound on his chest that was scratched by Yang Xiong, and his chest was really bloody.

Zhu Wu didn't stop, and said as he walked: "The Five Thunder Tiangang Formation, each time it is sharper and sharper, do you think you can dodge it next time, or you can't dodge, how much chance is there to resist lightning." ”

Zhu Wu glanced at Teng Jian obliquely, held his head high, and walked towards Qiu Yue and Yang Xiong.

Chen Da followed by his side and looked at Teng Jian arrogantly.

"Brother Zhu, I..."

Zhu Wu sighed and said, "Even if he can't move, you can't kill him, otherwise..."

Zhu Wu glanced at Teng Hu coldly, Teng Hu felt Zhu Wu's unwillingness and strong desire to kill him, but the conditions were limited.

Chen Da glanced at it unwillingly, and went over to put Yang Xiong and Qiu Yue on the back of the tiger.

"This is..."

"Sick Suo Yang Xiong."

Chen Da was pleasantly surprised, and he understood that it was Yang Xiong who dragged the person in front of him.

"Where are we going?"

"Northwest."

In the wind and snow, a white tiger, carrying four people on its back, disappeared into the street.

Teng Jian stood in place, did not move, and did not dare to move.

……

North, high-rises.

There had been a major battle here before, and Liu Tang killed three people by himself.

On the roof of the high-rise building, Zhen Cheng's body is still there, and his head is embedded in a stone pillar. On this stone pillar, there stood a man, dressed in a black robe, almost blending in with the night, with a hat on his head, covering most of his face, but the only thing that was clear was that he was standing there, playing a milky jade flute.

The flute was very conspicuous, like a soft light, overflowing in the air.

The sound of the flute blew out of this jade flute and dispersed into Liucheng.

But for a moment, the flute player frowned, pressed the flute's hand and paused, the corners of his mouth moved, and then he continued to play, like a proud musician, standing on the stage of the world, performing with all his heart.

Under the tall building, a few feet away, someone stopped, and beside him, there was a white tiger with wings and a tumbling white cloud.

"Wang Shangshu..."

"There's no hurry..."

A craftsman in a leather jacket sat down in the snow, took a drill and hammer from a shabby gray canvas bag, and prepared to engrave inscriptions on a stone tablet eighty or ninety centimeters high.

The wind and snow are still there, and the sound of the flute is pleasant.

The tumbling white clouds and white tigers flew towards the tall buildings.

The cold wind was fierce and fierce, and the flute's robe fluttered backwards.

The wind comes fast and goes faster.

The fluttering robe fell, and the flute had turned.

The white tiger and the cloud that were originally moving forward suddenly stopped, and in front of their eyes, it was no longer ice and snow, but a frosty desert.

The white tiger hesitates, the white clouds look out, and the world is full of deserts.

It's an illusion, and we're going to break it.

The white tiger waved its wings and flew towards the sky, flying higher and higher, but it could not reach the sky.

Then the tiger fell like a meteorite, and vowed to open a hole in the earth.

There was a boom, and the earth trembled.

However, the frost and yellow sand are still.

"This..."

With a bang, the craftsman with the hammer and drill bit lettering raised his head, and he saw the white tiger in mid-air crashing into the ground, and then stood up tremblingly, dazed and at a loss.

The craftsman shook his head helplessly, picked up the hammer and drill, and smashed it hard in the direction of the white tiger.

There was no sound, only sparks splashing.

The white tiger and the white cloud in front of them felt the soles of their feet shake, and their bodies kept falling, and when they thought that there was no bottom, they saw the deep mountains and saw the white mist filling the mountains.

The mountains stretch and the white mist is boundless.

The sound of birds echoing through the mountains, repeating the sound of "partridge partridge".

The white tiger and the tumbling clouds looked at the mountains, looked at the endless white mist, and listened to the sound of the "partridge", their hearts were infinitely sad, and those past sadness and sorrow were like the white mist, surrounding their hearts, and their bodies were gradually surrounded by the white mist.

This life is already so unbearable, why not grow old just like that!

In the wind and snow, the hammer and drill bit of the craftsman have not been recovered, and the sound of the flute has changed again, and then look at the white tiger and the cloud, quietly, like a flower about to wither, stopping at the bottom of the building.

The craftsman sighed, shook his head, and chiseled into the air again at the tall building.

One, two, three...

The white tiger and the cloud did not move.

The craftsman frowned, and the beating was even more violent, and the sparks were splashing everywhere!

Under the tall building, the white tiger shook its hair, and the white clouds began to roll, as if they had woken up after a long sleep.

The craftsman wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the tall building.

Where does the piper play the flute.

"This is..."

The white tiger and the tumbling clouds looked up at the sky, and they were clouds, just as they knew and remembered the sky.

Finally, it's not a fantasy.

The white tiger flies upward, and the white clouds wrap around its wings, blessings.

They flew as fast as a heavenly horse, from the ground to the sky, and even higher.

However, they still did not reach the roof.

This building seems to be as high as the sky, and the harder they work, the more unattainable they feel.

In the sky, the twilight clouds were layered, and the pressure became lower and lower, submerging the tall buildings.

The white tiger and the white cloud are in the clouds, and they can't see the direction clearly, so they can only keep going up, up.

But the clouds are endless, and there is no end!

The wind and snow are long streets, and the craftsman sighs again. He shook his head as he looked at the white clouds that were desperately flapping their wings and tumbling.

Before, it was quiet, and Jing almost stopped his heartbeat, but now he is moving, moving like a chicken pinched by someone's neck, desperately flashing its wings, but the distance has not moved half a minute.

The craftsman exhaled, ready to raise the hammer again and chisel at the tall building.

On the tall building, the flute stopped abruptly!

The white tiger and the tumbling white clouds fell on the snow, gasping for breath, as if they had leapt over the Nine Heavens, and the breath did not stop.

The craftsman was puzzled, and on the tall building, a figure fell and walked towards him.

The craftsman glanced at it, bowed his head, and began to chisel the stone.

The man in the robe, with the jade flute diagonally at his waist, walked towards the craftsman step by step with light steps.

The craftsman lowered his head and swung his hammer again and again, but could not hear a sound, only the splashing of sparks.

The footsteps are nearer, closer.

The craftsman stopped what he was doing, touched the sweat on his head, and laughed.

"Is it finished?"

The craftsman looked up, smiled and nodded.

The visitor glanced down and saw the three big characters "Gongsun Sheng" engraved on the stone tablet.

"Good word."

"Yours."

As soon as the craftsman clapped his hands, the tiled stone slab stood up, and when it was erected, it was a tombstone.

"Unfortunately, I don't need it."

It's a pity that the stone monument that was erected, as if it was made of snow, began to sand in the wind, starting from the head of the monument, it was blown away by the wind little by little, and finally nothing was left.

"Who are you!"

The craftsman's eyes widened, staring at the man standing in front of him.

The person in front of him took out the jade flute, wiped it gently, and laughed.

The wind blows, and there is a faint fragrance wafting.

The craftsman's eyes widened, and with that smile, the person in front of him turned into plum petals and drifted away with the wind.

The wind blows, and the voices of people go away.

"The cracked stone pierces the clouds, and the jade pipe is clearer and cleaner. Frosty desert, partridges want to deviate in the wind. The phoenix platform is covered by clouds at dusk, and the plum blossoms are shocked by the snow at dusk..."

"People are quiet, and Jiang Louyue is blown down with a bang."

A blow blows down the restaurant month, the long street is quiet, the snow is quiet, and the wind is quiet.......

PS: The last two chapters are written about the sound of the flute, and the last chapter uses Li Bai's "Listening to the Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night": "Whose jade flute flies in the dark, scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles." In this nocturne, I smell the willows, who can't afford the love of the old garden. ”

This chapter of the battle mirage uses the Yuanqu Si Da Bai Pu's "Zhu Ma Listening. Blow", is the end of the song.