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Chen Ge smiled: "Young Master." ”

This is not the first time Chen Ge has seen this young master, but I don't know why, the feeling of seeing him this time is different from before.

Wei Qianxiang said: "Chen Ge, I came this time and wanted to talk to you about your first day in Xiangjiang. ”

Chen Ge's heart sank.

Show one’s true colors in the end.

Unexpectedly, this young master also had times when he couldn't help it.

Chen Ge smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, "Young Master, I don't understand what you're talking about. ”

Wei Qianxiang said: "You know, what I mean. ”

Chen Ge said: "I don't know. ”

Wei Qianxiang pointed to Chen Ge's face, "I gave you your face." ”

Wei Qianxiang pointed at Chen Ge's heart, "I gave your life." ”

Wei Qianxiang pointed to the top of Chen Ge's head, "In other words, everything you have now is given by me, do you admit it?" ”

"No, I've earned it myself."

Wei Qianxiang shook his head and smiled: "Actually, I knew you would say that when I came, but I thought you could be a little better." But now it seems that I can only do some things first. ”

Wei Qianxiang stood up, "Pengyun, let's go." ”

Pengyun, who single-handedly brought Chen Ge to Xiangjiang, followed Wei Qianxiang and left.

Chen Ge frowned and looked at their backs, smiled with Wan'er, and said slowly: "The soldiers are coming!" ”

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"Heroes" on the set.

The plot continues.

Chapter III

Fight against the sky

First, the spirit

Leaky Sky Pavilion, rain Xiaoxiao.

The tiles are green, and the fog is sluggish.

Eight leaky pavilions, located in the misty drizzle, the top of the pavilion is hollowed, and one side of the square bluestone slab is exposed in the gray light.

A sharp axe carved out a chessboard on a stone slab, and eighteen pebbles, black and white, were placed on the board.

Every chess piece is stained with water; In each pavilion, there are chess players playing against each other, the sound of rain dripping, and the crispness of the moving chess pieces, the most ancient

Nine moves.

Elegant, quiet.

The raindrops, condensed on the eaves of the patio pavilion, crumbling, and with a murderous aura, seem to be hidden in this water droplet.

A slender guest, with his back to the crowd, sat in the middle pavilion. He wore a brown shirt and threw with his left hand, and his every move was impressive.

I don't see anything out of the ordinary.

Only his other hand, hidden in his sleeve, hangs under the chessboard.

The chess player opposite, dressed in red.

"Pop" sounded softly, raindrops fell, and water splashed on the bluestone chessboard.

The brown-shirted player suddenly raised his head and smiled at the red-clothed chess player, "You have been defeated!"

The red-clothed chess player bowed his head and was silent, already covered with sweat. The brown-shirted man smiled and stretched out his hand, shaking the game into chaos. Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and something somehow turned out and pressed on the left hand of the brown-shirted man.

A knife!

As soon as the sword flashed, there was a commotion in the chess hall, and the guests fled from the pavilion one after another.

Except for the brown-shirted player and the red-clothed man holding the knife, only six chess players did not escape, and they were divided into six pavilions, blocking the brown-shirted player's retreat.

They are obviously the same as the people in red, with seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple, and they are eyeing the brown-shirted guests!

The brown-shirted guest's left hand was pressed, and he didn't mind, and slowly spoke: "Seven Great Scholars of the Qin Palace!"

The red-clothed guard did not dare to let go of his sword, and shouted in a low voice, "Show your right hand!"

"Why do you look at my right hand when you press my left hand?" The brown-shirted man shook his head, looking puzzled.

Red Guard: "Verify your identity."

The brown-shirted man shook his head again, not angry at all, "No."

The red-clothed guard was furious: "Why not?"

The brown-shirted man's gaze fell on the crushed left hand.

He smiled and said, "If you want to look at your right hand, ask your left hand first."

After that, the brown-shirted man moved, and his left hand came out from under the knife like a phantom. The red-clothed guard was startled and stabbed to strike.

This knife is faster than lightning!

There will be nowhere to avoid brown-shirted guests!

But the brown-shirted man does not shy away from it.

He went to catch it.

He drilled his left hand through the gap in the sword wind, grabbed the wrist of the red-clothed guard, and twisted it slightly.

The knife changes direction.

The red-clothed guard was stunned, he couldn't believe it, it was obviously a knife to the brown-shirted man, how could he turn around and stick it in his abdomen?

The red-clothed guard had a knife in his abdomen, his face pale, and he slowly stood up and did one thing—saluted.

When he is defeated, he will not fight again!

But defeated, respect must be shown to the enemy.

This is the dignity of a samurai! A samurai who does not know how to respect his enemies is no different from a madman who fights bravely, and he is not worthy of being a samurai.

The brown-shirted man was lightly saluted, and the red-clothed guard withstood his serious injuries and retreated. Another yellow-clothed guard got up, came from the nearby pavilion, sat down, and without saying a word, first saluted the brown-shirted guest, which was a formal challenge.

The brown-shirted man looked faintly.

After the ceremony, the yellow-clothed guard slapped the bluestone chessboard, the chessboard was shocked, and eighteen black and white pebbles **** rose, and the yellow-clothed guard had an extra sword in his hand, and the sword passed through the flying chess pieces and stabbed over.

His sword, faster than the previous one!

The brown-shirted man leaned back, dodging the sword. The yellow-clothed guard missed one sword, and the second sword was about to be stabbed, but unfortunately it couldn't be stabbed!

There was an extra slate in front of him.

The thick bluestone chessboard was lifted by the brown-shirted guest!

With a loud bang, the slate shattered on the yellow-clothed guard!

The yellow-clothed guard was stunned and slowly spit out a mouthful of blood!

The yellow-clothed guard barely saluted the brown-shirted man, stood up, and stepped back, the only thing he had the strength to do!

The yellow-clothed guard retreated to his pavilion and sat down limply.

The brown-shirted man did not look at the yellow-clothed guard who had retreated, his head bowed, his right hand still hanging down his sleeve, but he had already picked up one of the left hands of the two guards with his bare hands

Spear.

One

Long spear, wooden

Copper blade, the spearhead is not big.

Ordinary spears.

Tie a lock of ordinary red cherry blossoms.

There the spear lay there, behind the brown-shirted man, in his left hand. But for some reason, this ordinary spear still seems to have the power to intimidate people's souls!

The spear belongs to man, and man has a soul.

It's not the spear that's terrifying, it's the brown-shirted man.

Because, he is the god of spears!

Anything he grasps may be terrifying!

He held one

Long ordinary spear, sitting, waiting.

What was he waiting for?

Is he waiting for someone else to come and kill him?

2. The sorrow of the piercing gods

They're here to kill him!

Of the seven guards, two have been severely injured by him, and the remaining five have shot at the same time, pounced from all directions!

His pavilion was in the center, so there were four people coming from the front, the back, the left, and the right, which were counted as east, south, west, and north.

They spread their wings like colorful birds of prey.

The last guard swooped down vertically from the hollow patio of the Leaky Sky Pavilion and struck him on the top of the head.

In this way, even if he is a bird, he cannot avoid it, and it is impossible to escape it.

He doesn't run away.

He only carried a spear horizontally.

He sat there.

When he hit the first two defenders in a row, he did not leave his seat. Now he doesn't plan to move either.

He didn't even care what weapons they used to attack him.

He only knew that as soon as he entered the Qin State three days ago, he was targeted by them.

His fame is just too great.

For ten years, his portrait has been hung at the gates of every city in the Qin State and has never been taken down.

King Qin wanted him with a bounty of Qianjin and Qianhu Hou, because for ten years, he has been an assassin who wants to kill King Qin!

He thought of this

He was a little sad

Then the rain fell heavily

The guards attacked from the front, the back, the left, the right, and the head

He raised his spear

The rain crackled, and the five blades that came with the rain were like a storm

He raised his spear to meet the storm

In the past ten years, he has fought more than 100 battles with the masters of the Qin State! It's just an ordinary battle

The spear flowers are dazzling, and a cluster of red cherry blossoms is fascinated in the rain eaves, isn't he a spear god?

As the rain stopped, the five guards retreated

One of them was picked up by him with a spear from the patio of the pavilion

He put the spear back on his back, and with his left hand, the battle was finished.

Like the first two, the last five guards were all seriously injured.

"We are defeated, please kill!" One of the guards saluted him and said in a low voice.

"I won't kill," he shook his head, "Changkong wants to kill in his life, but King Qin is alone!"

"The seven of us together can't force you to give your right hand?" The guard's hoarse voice was a little disappointed.

Changkong still shook his head slowly.

He stood up, intending to leave.

Where does he go? It should be to go deep into the hinterland of Qin and assassinate the King of Qin!

But the way he got up, he was a little tired and a little sad!

is not the best chivalrous man, I can't see his sorrow at the moment, and the seven Davids' martial arts are not enough, so I can't see it

His sorrow is as follows:

He is an assassin, he only wants to kill one person, this person is the king of Qin, but it takes ten years, and he still can't kill the king of Qin; He worked very hard, came to kill every year, and practiced martial arts hard every year; His fame grew, but he turned out to be an assassin who had a great reputation but never succeeded.

Isn't it worth the sorrow to be an Assassin in this way?

When he was a teenager, he met a bachelor in his neighborhood. The bachelor fell in love with a beautiful girl, and went to courtship every year, but every time he was rejected, and he couldn't even see the girl's face, because the girl's family simply hid their daughter out of fear; The bachelor continued to work hard to propose, and his fame grew, and as a result, he was called, nymphomaniac

Nymphomaniac is crazy, assassins are crazy

So, as a thorn, how could he not be sad?

He slowly crossed his spear and walked outside, and the rain had stopped

Then someone spoke to him from behind

Hearing this, the sad assassin, the assassin, the assassin, and the god of assassination, who was captured by the king of Qin with a bounty

Laughed

3. Tempting

In fact, it was a few sentences, and the person behind him answered with Changkong.

The people who come behind are simply called the descendants.

The process is as follows:

Changkong was about to leave, and there was a voice behind him:

"Slow!"

Changkong heard it and stopped.

Posterity: "You can't go."

Changkong asked coldly, "Why can't I go?"

Posterity: "If you have injured seven people in a row, you have broken the law."

Changkong grasped the spear and slowly turned around.

And then he laughed

He saw behind him a small man of unremarkable appearance, dressed in black and carrying a sword.

This little official, of course, is nameless!

Just now, before he was fighting with the Seven Davids, Changkong noticed this little official.

Nothing escaped the eyes of the sky, and all the chess players fled, except for this little official and the Seven Great Scholars.

Changkong guessed that there were two possibilities: first, this little official was a master of disguise; Second, this little official's legs are weak and stupid.

The sky is an assassin who has always been careful when observing the environment.

Now he knew that the little official didn't look like he was pretending, because he was familiar with the little official's serious appearance. He is very familiar with the top and bottom of the Qin State, the largest of the Qin State is the King of Qin, and the smallest official is probably the pavilion chief in front of him. The pavilion chief is in charge of public security and litigation.

Changkong smiled: "Little Pavilion Chief, what is your business?"

Nameless also patiently repeated: "You hurt people and broke the law."

Sky asked, "Do you know who I am?"

Nameless said, "I know you are from Zhao Guo."

Sky: "So, I'm not in your charge."

Nameless said, "No, within ten miles of this place, it is all under my control."

Nameless said the word "ten miles" very seriously and solemnly, as if ten miles is a very large territory. Since you are in charge of such a large territory, of course you have to be serious and solemn!

Changkong: "Ten miles? I am in the sky and the world, and my deeds are more than ten thousand miles?"

When Changkong said this, his tone was a little desolate. All his life, he really kept on the go. His mind stirred up, as if he were talking to himself.

Nameless does not listen to this kind of self-talking nonsense.

Nameless is a small official, and a small official is always in a hurry to work.

The synonym of the petty official is actual, not listening and not talking nonsense.

So, Nameless walked out of the pavilion in the back.

Nameless held the sword and approached the sky, but suddenly felt that something was wrong, looked at the distance between the two, and retreated, retreating more and more. Changkong made this little official's behavior a little strange?

"What are you doing?" Changkong asked.

"Take you." Nameless and succinctly answered.

"Why do you retreat?" Changkong asked.

"You're very good at spearing," Nameless admitted, "it's the first time I've slashed my sword against someone like you."

The nameless admit is admitted, but the tone is still very serious, as serious as saying that he is grasping the sky.

Changkong can't cry or laugh, is seriousness a virtue? Changkong has never been so troublesome in competing with others.

Changkong is not against being serious, because he himself is actually very serious, and he killed King Qin seriously for ten years.

Therefore, he can wait for this serious little official, and wait for this little official to die!

Next to him, the seriously injured Seven Davids couldn't move, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw this little official busy.

"Are you okay?" Changkong asked.

"Yes." Nameless answer.

"Okay, you can get me!" Changkong said.

"Yes." Nameless said.

Nameless seemed to be wondering, wondering how this sword should come out?

Changkong is steady, he is a spear god, he will not discriminate and will not pay attention to any opponent, because no matter who attacks, he only needs to spear

Nameless suddenly took off and flew into the sky.

Nameless sword

To be precise, he flew into the air before he drew his sword and stabbed it

The sword has a whistling sound, piercing; There is a dazzling cold light, dazzling.

This piercing, piercing, and unstoppable sword stabbed at the assassins, gods, and idiots in front of him

Changkong looked a little stupid

Because this sword is very fast, in the eyes of the Piercing God Sky, it can be regarded as a very fast sword

Judging by the seven Davids next to him, this is even more of a sword like thunder and fire

Changkong calmly turned the spear with one hand, and he couldn't defend it, or only half of it

With a "bang", the fast sword had connected the spearhead of the sky

Cut it off

Long Sky calms down and uses the remaining spears

Fight back, hit at the nameless sword body

Nameless flew backwards with his strength, and flew back to where he was

Changkong looks at the emptiness in his hand

, threw it away, looked at the nameless opposite, and then he smiled again.

“CUT！”

Chen Ge shouted to stop, he was very satisfied with this shooting.

I don't know why, the longer the director walks, the more things he thinks about when he shoots and looks at the camera, and he looks at the movement of the picture and the actors' interpretation, just like watching a poem.

But it's a pity that I may not be able to continue to be a director in the future.

Chen Ge fell into deep thought, not knowing what Wei Qianxiang wanted.

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In the car.

Wei Qianxiang closed his eyes slightly, he seemed to rest in the car often, because he rarely had time to rest in bed, what he wanted to get, what he always had to give, this was a truth he knew a long time ago.

Peng Yun asked, "Young Master, what are you going to do?" ”

Peng Yun was very respectful to Wei Qianxiang, because Wei Qianxiang gave him what he wanted, and he only needed to make Wei Qianxiang's knife.

For so many years, he has become accustomed to making Wei Qianxiang a knife.

Wei Qianxiang said: "Acquire Huanyu, find Chen Ru, and release the news." (To be continued.) )