The sword is the sword of ten thousand gentlemen;

The soul is the soul of the bookseller's spirit;

What is used is the natal chapter of the blessed sword soul, which is Taibai's chivalrous trip......

Baoyu was condescending, like a sword fairy outside the sky, turning into a big white star.

He has one person and one sword, as if from a height of ten thousand feet, falling from the sky with the momentum of falling from the sky!

"Brother Bao, I'm here to help you. ”

Bai Nanyan muttered in a low voice, and a string wave appeared in front of Baoyu, thinning Xingyi's blood cell defense for him;

Leyang Shen, Baili Ming and other people also increased their output at the same time, and their talent and righteousness were like the Milky Way falling from the sky, washing away the strength of Xingyi;

Zhao Guining and other eleven poets and piano lifters are holding the Liuyun Guqin, and when the fingers fluctuate the strings, it is like holding a pipa in their arms.

Swing the sound brilliantly, and bless the chivalrous chapter!

There are golden sounds, drums, swords and crossbows, and the sound of people and horses, but there is no sound;

There are also those who are resentful and difficult to understand, for Chu singing;

The sad and strong are the generous voice of King Xiang's sad song and farewell concubine;

There is the sound of chasing horses in Daze, and there is the sound of King Xiang killing himself in Wujiang, and the sound of the king of Xiang is trampled by Yu Cai......

It was the music that Baoyu had passed on to them, and they had never heard of it, and they had not yet practiced it at home.

But at this time, it complements each other, making Debaoyu look up to the sky and roar, whether it is sobbing or laughing, and even there is no way!

"Good song, good sword, good song!"

Xing Yiqiang endured the severe pain and praised repeatedly.

But in the end, he suddenly laughed and said, "However, you are just a bold person, even if I am at the end of the road, you have no ability to hurt me!"

He laughed, laughed wildly, laughed hard, and even withstood the attacks of Bai Nanyan and more than 100 people, and his blood was full of blood!

The 100-meter barren mountain has been broken in half, like a bright cliff.

And his blood and qi rushed up along the steep rock wall, and wanted to shoot straight at the bullfight!

However, in the next moment......

Baoyu chanted:

"The forest is dark and the grass is frightened, and the general draws the bow at night.

Ping Ming looked for the white feather, but he was not in the stone ridge. ”

The vision of heaven and earth, up!

Original golden light, reflecting the sky!

Between heaven and earth, there was suddenly a golden-armored heavenly general standing up to the sky, holding a longbow and arrows like a dragon!

Baoyu was colliding with the sky-high blood qi, but it suddenly turned around, turning into the little starlight on the arrow......

"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star. ”

Oh again, the golden armor will draw the bow like a full moon.

In just an instant, Baoyu once again turned into a big white star, which was mixed with bursting purple lightning, and shuttled away towards Xingyi.

Half a breath, blood light stagnates;

In two moments, the sky was clear.......

This time, Baoyu's sword blade was just a blow, and it shot straight through the sky-high blood qi and fell into the chaos of the mountain.

Half of the barren mountain where the red lady nunnery is located has already collapsed, and the ground at the foot of the mountain is overturned, full of black soil, broken wood, and stone powder.

Baoyu burst to the ground, and exploded the dust in the sky!

"Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles.

Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name. ”

In the dust, a faint groan sounded softly.

At the same time as the groan fell, a person walked out of the dust.

The black fox is still black and bright, and the old bamboo white clothes lined with it are not stained with dust....... Baoyu walked out slowly, the dust behind him remains unchanged, and the sky-high above his head belongs to Xingyi's sky-high blood, but it turns in an instant.

Boom!

The roar was like old thunder, and the blood and gas shattered the void.

And in that void, Xingyi's body returned to normal, lowered his head, and looked at Baoyu blankly.

"If you bully more and bully less, you are not a hero. ”

His blood pupils were scattered and gray, but he forced a smile and warned fiercely word by word.

"You can't kill me......

You don't dare to kill me......

Jia Baoyu, you and me, see you another day!"

After that, Xingyi's body split into spider web-like lines, like a clay figure, scattered into a blood-red starlight.

Almost at the same time, Xing Si was pierced by Jiu Niang and ended up with the same fate.......

"Something is wrong,"

Jiuniang landed in front of Baoyu and looked at her white palm suspiciously.

The black and white stars on her cherry lips kept shaking, and she smiled softly: "When I fight him, I can still devour his power, but when he dies, I don't get the slightest benefit." ”

As she spoke, Jiu Niang's eyes flashed a little covetous, and she glanced at the people around her, and then looked at the battle groups on the other two sides.

"I don't need you to say it this time, I'll help!"

Jiu Niang's eyes were a little red.

She just wanted to make a move, but she was suddenly pulled by someone, and it turned out to be Baoyu, who had not yet put away the gentleman's sword.

I saw that the tip of Baoyu's sword was aimed at her snow-white throat, and she suddenly took the gentleman's sword back into her mind and walked forward on her own.

"If you help me, I'll treat you as a little eighteen, so after this time, you can hide. ”

There is no end to what he said, but when he heard this, the red in Jiu Niang's eyes suddenly dissipated, and she took a step back with a smile.

She saw Baoyu take Bai Nanyan and others to join the battle group, and watched Xing Er and Xing San being beaten to death, but they didn't move a step.

She just smiled and watched, black and white points of light shining around her,

It seems to be a thousand purities, and it seems to carry ten thousand kinds of yin and evil.......

The battle is over, and the wind has stopped.

The barren mountain is no longer a barren mountain, but it should be said that here, it is completely unworthy of the word desolate.

It's just a mess of dead land, with dead dead wood and scattered rubble.

At a glance, it is a messy sand field for dozens of miles, not to mention the birds and warblers, even the whispering insects have disappeared from here.......

"Win, a big job!"

"Great, the decline of dragon qi has also stopped, and now the people of the three cities should be able to live a peaceful life!"

Bai Li Xi and Hua Qianwu laughed loudly.

There are different reasons to be happy, but if you are happy, it is appropriate.

But Bai Nanyan, Zhao Guining, and all the people looked at Baoyu.

And Baoyu, although happy at this time, did not feel relieved......

"Hehe, see you another day?"

Baoyu chuckled once, looked at the desolation, and suddenly pointed at the remaining half of the barren mountain, as well as the foothills exposed by the broken barren mountain.

"Dig for me, even if it is a hundred thousand zhang of digging ground, you must find the body of the Seven Tricks of Blood!"

"No!"

The people shouted in response.

...

Outside the battlefield, the water was babbling.

The coachman drove away with a frightened face, and only when he arrived here did he catch his breath, and his frightened face brought a hint of human color.

"Miss, we're safe. ”

He hurriedly turned around and rushed to the carriage in a respectful voice.

Suddenly, someone pulled the curtain, and a delicate young lady slowly got out of the carriage with the support of the maid.

Miss Wang looked back, the distance was too far, and she only saw that her eyes were full of desolation, and her little face immediately turned white.

"Red Lady Nunnery, it's broken......."

She sighed bitterly.

The woman takes marriage as the sky, and Miss Wang only feels that the happy little pavilion that has been piled up in her heart has collapsed completely......

A few days ago, she climbed the barren mountain, and when she heard that marriage would appear within three days, her heart was really sweet;

These days, the marriage is always gone, and she is really anxious.

However, she never expected that when she came to the Red Lady Nunnery again, the scene she saw turned out to be a vision of the sky, as well as a mess of wood and gravel......

"Miss Wang, the late-born Fang Simin is polite. ”

Suddenly, a voice came, and Miss Wang turned her head to see a man standing at the bridge in the middle of the river.

She looked carefully and found that the man was ordinary, and she didn't recognize it.

It was what Fang Simin was holding in his mouth that made her can't help but cover her lips and laugh softly.

"You scholar, you seem to be a word-maker, why are you so shapeless?"

was laughed at once, Fang Simin put away his etiquette, took a bite of the sugar gourd in his mouth, and chewed it deliciously.

There was something in his mouth, and he whined: "This is a good thing, if there is no livelihood and happiness, where can there be sugar gourds to eat?"

"Hey, the child's snacks also let you tell the truth of people's livelihood and happiness. ”

Miss Wang couldn't help but laugh a few times, seeing Fang Simin's eyes straighten.

When she saw Fang Simin's appearance, she hurriedly entered the carriage and said, "Hey, Deng's apprentice!"

Hearing this, the groom glared at the scholar, waved his whip, and the carriage sped up.

Fang Simin hurriedly chased after him, and while chasing, he explained: "Miss Wang, don't blame, Simin was just hungry when he was a child, and he became a talent by chance, so he set his ambition and only hoped for the well-being of the people's livelihood in his life." ”

"This is Simin's ambition, not fake, Miss don't misunderstand. ”

"Miss Wang, Simin lives in the grass house by the river on the west side of your mansion, Simin ......"

The carriage gradually moved away, and Fang Simin stopped and watched the carriage go away.

When he was out of sight, his eyes dimmed, but only dimmed for a moment, and then brightened again.

I saw that on his ordinary face, the two eyes were shining.

Among them, there is a hundred-foot high Wen Mountain, which is steaming with snow-white flames.

"Miss Wang, Simin's ambition is to live in the well-being of the people, but why not marry you?

Simin, Simin really went hungry when he was a child.

If it weren't for your kindness, Simin wouldn't be alive today......."

After muttering, Fang Simin suddenly became happy, ate the sugar gourd cleanly, and then ......

He took out another string and put it in his mouth.

"Hmm, it's delicious,"

He said to himself vaguely: "It doesn't matter, I'm a Shengtu Xiucai, and when I become a Shengtu lifter, become an official, and have money, I will definitely go over to propose marriage......

Well, delicious...... By the way, why did you smelt Wenshan recently?

Stuck in the bottleneck?

No matter what, keep up the good work!"

Fang Simin returned to the bridge to paint, and it didn't take long for a steaming picture scroll to fall on the paper.

Then the inscription poem is even more frequent, and it is only seven feet high.

"It's only seven feet, the one a few days ago is still eight feet, it's a shame, the level is poor. ”

Fang Simin laughed at himself in a low voice, but he didn't care that if his self-deprecation spread, he was afraid that it would scare people to death.

He looked in the direction where the carriage disappeared, gnawed on the sugar gourd and smiled: "My talent is higher than Jia Baoyu, who is superior in poetry?"

No matter what, I must be a saint to raise people, and in the future, I will marry you in red and green, with a tall head and a red carpet......"

He sat casually on the bridge, holding a borrowed book and reading hard.

But he didn't know that high above his head, an old man covered in oil looked at him stunned, and was still shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

"Baizhang Wenshan, Shengtu Xiucai, poetry talent......

This guy is even more monster than Jia Baoyu, why don't you let the old man meet him earlier?"

The old master was crying in an uproar, only to feel that the world was a stone, and suddenly there were no four buckets.

There is nothing wrong with it, there is a stone in the world, Jia Baoyu and Fang Simin account for eight buckets, the old master and the red-sleeved fairy have one bucket, and the world is divided into one bucket.

But now this Fang Simin .......

The old master wept bitterly and turned into a whirlwind and left.

was swallowed by the seven tricks of blood and swallowed the root of potential, this Fang Simin, for a lifetime,

It's just a showman.......