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The door of the teahouse was ajar, as if it was blown open by the wind because the owner of the teahouse forgot to close it, and because it was not closed tightly.

The wind and snow blew and echoed in the doorway, and the blowing wooden door creaked softly.

The alleys are quiet, and the teahouses are even quieter.

In front of the quaint tea table, a man dressed in a patient's clothes holds a crystal clear teacup, looking at it in the light, very seriously, and in front of this patient, there is a big man in a gray robe standing there, holding a golden tower seven stories and thirty centimeters high. The light shines on the tower, and the tower emits bursts of golden light, dazzling and colorful.

In front of the big man, behind the tea table, about three meters or so, there was an old man in pajamas, standing there, frowning and seeming to be in deep thought.

The light crossed the threshold and fell on the snow, and the snow was less white, more pale yellow, less chilly, and more warm. Especially on this snowy night.

Outside the lights, there were three strange figures reflected on the snow, tall, short, fat and thin.

If this scene can be picturesque, it should be a painting that is suitable for both movement and stillness, and the color is just right.

"This position of Chao Tianwang, I said it was very good, take a step back, the blank space is not enough, what do you say?"

The old man's body was like a noodle at the moment, like a loach, twisting and shaking, and he could no longer see the appearance of a human being.

Looking at the moon in the water, the moon has pleats.

Looking at people in the water, people are bent.

The old man began to retreat, retreating very quickly, until the last wall of the tea room stood still.

Chao Gai still didn't move.

The three figures outside the door did not move.

In front of the tea table, Wu Yong finally removed his eyes from the teacup in his hand, shook his head and said, "It's really a person with no sense of beauty." ”

As soon as the words came out, the teacup in his hand suddenly cracked, and the clear water was like dewdrops, splashing in the air and falling to the ground.

But instead of falling, the droplets evaporated into vapor in the air, and the water was in the air.

"Chao Tianwang, let's do it."

Chao Gai strode towards the old man, his body supple and sticky, like the tentacles of an octopus, squirming along the wall towards the roof.

The pagoda in Chao Gai's hand flew out and smashed at the old man.

Outside the teahouse, the wind swept suddenly, the door "clanged" with the wind, and more wind and snow rolled into the teahouse.

At the door of the teahouse, Wu Yong took out another cup, picked up the teapot again, and added water to the cup.

"This scene can also be used in the painting."

The pot of water is clear, and it is suddenly disrupted by this cold wind, and the water droplets splash wildly!

Wu Yong raised his eyes, and in front of him, in mid-air, a black skeleton man, flashing black flesh wings, holding a steel fork, only pierced his eyebrows.

The speed of the skeleton was very fast, and when it arrived, the black and thin monk was one step away from him, and the white and tender monk had just come in through the door.

All this happened when Wu Yong spoke, and it also happened between the lightning and flint.

Wu Yong still maintained the posture of pouring water, and the water in mid-air was blown by the wind brought by the skeleton, most of which did not reach the cup, and dripped on Wu Yong's hands and the teacup, floating and splashing in the air.

The steel fork cut through the water droplets, and then castrated and flew backwards.

"Chao Gai, Wu Yong's head is here!"

Chao Gai was slightly startled, and looked back to see where the flute was.

And in the teahouse, it was not only Chao Gai who was stunned, but also the two monks and the old man.

In the middle of the teahouse, the skeleton man with flesh wings held a steel fork, beaming proudly.

Below him, Wu Yong shook his head with a smile, and the teapot in his hand was filled with just a glass of water.

"People, it's good to get what you want!"

In the black thin monk closest to Zhu Wu, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Because he was closest to the Flying Yaksha and closest to Wu Yong, he saw the change in the steel fork in front of Wu Yong's brow.

The steel fork, before reaching Wu Yong's brow, touched a drop of water, the size of a dewdrop, round and clear.

Then the steel fork of the Flying Yaksha consciously avoided Wu Yong's head and stuck it diagonally, and then the Flying Yaksha Qiu Xiaoyi said that Wu Yong's head was in his hand.

Now, Wu Yong spoke again, and at the same time gently dipped his fingers in the water in the teacup, like the posture of the Buddha holding flowers, like the Bodhisattva sprinkling water and dew.

The tall and thin monk suddenly ran a few steps, not towards Wu Yong, but towards the Flying Yaksha in mid-air.

Wu raised his hand, with clear water in his fingertips, wanting to come out.

In mid-air, the monk's robe moved, chaotic the wind, and also blew away the water droplets on the fingertips.

The tall and lanky monk flew out with the Flying Yaksha and crashed into a teatable outside, and the teacup and teapot flew out and landed on the ground with a shattering sound.

"It's now!"

The fat monk at the door was in a daze, and when the tall and thin monk flew up, he had already run, and when they fell to the ground, they had already arrived in front of Wu Yong's eyes, and his white and tender fist swung towards Wu Yong.

At this time, Wu Yong held a cup in his left hand and stretched out his fingers with his right hand, but there was no water in his fingertips.

However, Wu Yong was still smiling.

The white and tender monk was also laughing.

One smiled peacefully, the other smiled kindly.

But one of them is going to kill the other.

The fist was swung out, and the sound of breaking wind was heard.

When the fist reached the front door, the white and tender monk was suddenly smashed to the ground by the golden pagoda that fell from the sky.

"It's still very tacit."

"How can you not understand your plan to lure the enemy."

Under the golden pagoda, a monk laughed.

"My fat is not for nothing."

Chao Gai smiled: "Really? You are a monk, how can you stop the pagoda, let alone the pagoda that wins the seventh-level floating slaughter. ”

The monk under the pagoda struggled, the pagoda shook, and the monk below became a pile of blood, water and flesh, as if he had been crushed into a meatloaf by a huge weight.

Wu Yong sighed and said: "The clear water is no trace in the painting, the blood and water are in the painting, you let me paint a thousand miles of warblers crying green and red." ”

Chao Gai laughed and said, "It's a pity that this is not a water village, there are no mountains, and there is no wine flag, just a teahouse." ”

Chao Gai withdrew the pagoda, and on the ground, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the blood and water flowed sideways.

Wu Yong put down the water cup in his hand and said, "There are vermilion paintings, but there are also some colors." ”

Stretching out the fingers of his right hand, he gently touched the blood on the ground, like a scholar who was dipped in ink and wanted to start painting.

On the ground not far away, the tall and thin monk and Qiu Xiaoyi stood up.

"Old man, you and Qiu Xiaoyi deal with Wu Yong, and I deal with Chao Gai."

The tall and thin monk walked towards Chao Gai, and the old man who was squirming on the roof crossed Chao Gai's head and stood on the shoulders of the Flying Yaksha.

Chao Gai looked at the black and thin monk who came over and said with a smile: "You are confident!" ”

The tall and thin monk said: "Dressed in copper bones and iron skin, why not be afraid of you!" ”

Chao Gai stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation, and said with a smile: "Your courage, I like it, report your name!" ”

The tall and thin monk didn't speak, Wu Yong straightened his waist, and said with a smile: "I saw Qiu Xiaoyi, the Flying Yaksha, I heard you say that the copper bone and iron sheet, you are not the 'Pig Iron Buddha' Cui Daocheng, who can you be." ”

The salty old man smiled and said, "So, what about the monk just now?" ”

Wu Yong frowned, stretched out his hand to drop the blood from his fingertips into the teacup, and said: "In the Water Margin, there are only a few famous monks, and those who can be easily killed by Chao Tianwang are better calculated, of course, thinking of his white flesh and smiling face, I have a candidate, I don't know if it's right or not." ”

The old man said: "Only when you say it can you judge." ”

"When a Buddha cultivates goodness, good people enter reincarnation and enjoy good fortune, and evil people will repeat the bad karma of their previous lives, just like us. He seems to be very likable to women, and after awakening, he still likes the dress of a monk, and he is willing to go along with you. ”

The old man standing on the shoulders of the Flying Yaksha sighed and said, "Just one side, you dare to conclude that he is Pei Ruhai, and Zhiduoxing's reputation is well deserved, but the smarter you are, the more we want to kill you." ”

Wu soaked his blood-stained fingers in the teacup, and the water was red and bloodshot.

"It's a pity, you missed it, before a painter paints, kill him, he can't paint, now, Zhu Hong Zhengyan, Danqing Zhengnong, you can't kill me."

The old man smiled: "Do you know why you committed suicide in your previous life? It's because you're pretentious and elegant, but it's actually created by the poor Confucian sour spirit of a mountain village. ”

Wu Yong was not angered by the old man's vicious words at all, and said with a smile: "It is normal for poor scholars to be sour and sour, but in this life, I have doubts in my heart that I can't solve, so I read a few more Buddhist scriptures." ”

Wu Yong said, the tip of his hand was raised, and there were water droplets on the tip, and there were blood lines as thin as cicada silk in the water droplets.

The old man's brow furrowed, and the Flying Yaksha stepped back.

Now that he was sober, he remembered what had happened before.

It was a little dew, but it made him lose himself in the illusion of himself.

However, the old man thought that at the end of the "Diamond Sutra", there is a four-character verse that "everything has a way, such as a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed as such".

Like a dream bubble, like dew and like electricity!

Qiu Xiaoyi saw the dewdrops, but fell into a dream bubble!

"Can't we kill you?"

The old man asked rhetorically, and Wu Yong smiled: "You can give it a try." ”

"I'll try, but I'll reveal your first scam."

Wu Yonghe smiled and said, "I have lied to you, you are just lying to yourself." ”

The old man smiled: "That's right, when you poured the first glass of water, you poured it intermittently, and you used all your spirit to deal with me, so when I retreated, your cup shattered, and the water droplets turned into water vapor, but, the second cup of water, you deliberately lured Qiu Xiaoyi to be fooled, in the wind blowing, there were water droplets splashing out, and you put all your spiritual power on the splashed water droplets, at that time, Qiu Xiaoyi not only entered the range of water droplets with steel forks, but also people entered, so they entered your illusion." ”

Wu Yong smiled: "Even if you know this, you can't kill me." ”

The old man shook his head and said: "That's wrong, if we enter together, we won't be able to kill you, but if we enter one by one, you won't have the strength to deal with the second one, you will die!" ”

Wu Yong was still laughing, but his fingers were frozen in mid-air.

"So, are you willing to try? In other words, which of you will be the first, and who will be the second to benefit? ”

"Wu Yong, your scheming is useless!"

"I advise you, don't guess if you don't know what the girl thinks, and the same goes for the wise."

The old man didn't listen to Wu Yong's words at all, and suddenly pounced on Wu Yong. The Flying Yaksha followed.

Wu Yong put his hand into the teacup again, squeezed the water, and snapped his fingers.

The old man was soft and twisted, dodging the drop of water when he hit Wu Yong, and then a white noodle protruded from his hand and hit Wu Yong's hand holding the teacup.

The teacup left his hand, and bloodshot water was sprinkled in the air.

"Wu Yong, I killed you."

The old man has gone into a fantasy land.

However, the Flying Yaksha had already arrived, and Wu Yong had no cup or water in his hand at this time.

The steel fork hit the face, the teacup fell to the ground, the clear water mixed with the blood water, sprinkled on the ground, and instantly steamed into a burst of mist, like a thin smoke and drizzle.

"Wu is dead, haha... I finally killed Wu Yong... Haha..."

Wu Yong shook his head and said in a low voice: "There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and how many buildings are in the smoke and rain." You helped me complete the last part of this painting. ”

The building is in the smoke and rain, and people are psychedelic in that burst of mist.

When the thin black monk who was confronting Chao Gai heard this, he suddenly turned his head and saw where the old man and the skeleton man were dancing, and knew that they had fallen for Wu's plan, and turned around to save them.

Chao Gai took advantage of his distraction, and the pagoda flew out of his hand and slammed into the back of the thin black monk.

The golden tower hits the iron sheet, and the metal roars.

The thin black monk staggered and continued to run towards Wu Yong, and the golden pagoda that flew out had already reached the sky above the old man and Qiu Xiaoyi at this time, and could fall at any time.

The thin monk shouted, his figure suddenly accelerated, and when the golden pagoda fell, he hit the ground with a bang, and then it was...

Bell, bell, bell...

Like a hammer striking an iron block, one after another, one after another, without the slightest idle or stopping.

This is the sound of the tall and thin monk hitting the golden pagoda continuously and rapidly at the moment of the pagoda's fall.

The golden pagoda leaned out slightly, and the tall and thin monk pounced, throwing the old man and Qiu Xiaoyi away.

The old man and Qiu Xiaoyi flew out of the door and landed on the snow. They left Wu Yong's side and sobered up, but they saw a scene that made them even sadder.

Under the pagoda, the tall and thin monk who used his last strength to lift people away was dying.

"Cui Daocheng!"

Qiu Xiaoyi shouted and wanted to come over, but the old man grabbed him and said in a deep voice: "Go!" ”

Cui Daocheng's thin black face was smiling, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth.

It is said that it is copper bones and iron skin, but after all, it is also a mortal body.

"Buddha, I save people in this life and die, but I can be reincarnated!"

I used my last strength to ask questions to the gods and Buddhas in the sky, but I didn't get half a response, only to hear the sadness of the wind and snow pouring into the broken door.

Outside the door, Qiu Xiaoyi flew into the sky with the old man.

On a snowy night, the alleys are deep, and the lonely lights shine on people.

Wu sighed, Chao Gai was speechless.

On the tall building, Cai Jing and Liu Min both saw a dark shadow in mid-air, which was two people.

"It seems that your people have failed."

Cai Jing lowered his head slightly, and his long unkempt hair covered his eyes and covered half of his face.

After a long time, he raised his head and said, "Let's start the formation." ”

This time, Liu Min did not refute, nor did he question and question, and said in a deep voice: "Start the battle!" ”

The wind and snow are not in Liucheng!

Ps: After brewing for a long time, Wu Yong's skills finally came up with it, first thinking about using that poem to make Wu's painting title, writing and writing the first sentence of Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring", and then designing the plot of the old man knocking over the teacup, the teacup water turning into smoke and rain, and oh, this section hangs up two monks at once, the temple is in the smoke and rain, and the monk dies under the golden pagoda.

I'm very satisfied with this chapter! I liked the title very much, I liked the content very much, and then in the northern snow, Wu used human blood to make a painting of "Jiangnan Spring", which was in sharp contrast.

Another: Liu Cheng enters the third chapter, the final decisive battle. From the disadvantage of Liangshan people and horses, to the strong appearance of Hua Rong and others, now, after the start of the battle, there is a strong showdown.

The people of Liangshan have already known, and Wu Yong will take on the responsibility of the military division, so he and the demon star Cai Jing, Liu Zhibo and Liu Min are fighting wits, who is higher!

See you next Monday!