Yang Kongshan took out a handkerchief from his arms to cover the bloody eyes of Liubaiya, the red blood water was soaked into a blooming blood flower through the brocade pa, and his hands fell on Liubaiya's arm sitting on the pool of blood and helped him up, his eyes seemed to shoot like a knife on Qin Zhan behind him.

Between heaven and earth, Yang Kongshan looked up at the falling snow in the night, the cold wind with a slight coldness snowflakes blowing on the calm face, the thick and short black eyelashes blinked slightly, his expression was calm and tranquil, and he was calm about the shocking changes in Jiangcheng at this moment.

Clearly saw the face standing under the robe opposite him not far away, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise a sneer, after many years of floating in the stinky ditch under the dark night, when he appeared in front of him again, he was still doing a means of seeing the light.

"Brother Baiya spared your life back then, and it was so cruel to come back this time. ”

looked at the immature young man wearing the shirt of the symbol of the Liujia, and fell in a pool of blood with a breathless face.

Chu Jiji, who was under the gray robe, smiled indifferently and said: "For those who are in a big matter, the heart is to step on the bones step by step, but for me, it's just like that." ”

Yang Kongshan's pupils didn't even look at the bones lying in a pool of blood, and after being silent for a while, he said: "Even if you sit in that seat, will you feel at ease? Don't you think that someone will always think about your death if you sit on pins and needles! But you are never worthy, and you will never be as good as him." ”

Chu Ji's expression gradually subsided, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes, and he asked, "These are not bothering about empty mountains after tonight." ”

Yang Kongshan looked at the Chu household registration in front of him and said with a smile: "As long as someone obstructs his way, I, Yang Zhen, will definitely be guarded by the soldiers in front of him." ”

Chu Jia's eyes drooped slightly, he looked down at his hands that were secretly formed, and said in a deep voice: "Yang Kongshan, don't think that I don't dare to kill you, I might as well tell you now, the person you once supported is no longer the same person he used to be, not to mention that after tonight, there is no name for night in the world, and where is his only son Huaiguan, that child." ”

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the Chu household registration under the black robe skipped a cold light, more than ten years ago, the heaven and the earth had frequent visions again, and Qin Huaiguan, who was one of the obstructive stones on the road of his Chu household registration, was either bound to die or used by him.

"Huaiguan has been weak and sick since he was a child, and he returned to dust before he came to my Jiangcheng. ”

Yang Kongshan heard Qin Changjie in his ears, his heart was shocked, and he couldn't help but think of a few years ago, the night was curled up between heaven and earth, deep like a blood basin mouth devouring everything, under the swaying lights, Liubai Cliff heard that he Yang Kongshan was going to marry Lin Yan, and chased the moon from the border city to the picturesque all night and talked all night.

At that time, after Liu Baiya confided in him the story that he couldn't believe, he just smiled, thinking that Liu Baiya was afraid that I would threaten someone if I married Lin Yan, and deliberately made up a lie, but as the sun and the moon passed, those earth-shattering words under the night gradually appeared in front of him.

Before he woke up from his eyes, the snow that was slowly falling in the night sky gradually stopped, and Chu Jia, who was in gray robes, looked up at the night, a bright moon hung in the sky from nowhere, and pieces of light blue peach blossoms were quietly falling.

"Peach blossoms, Brother Kongshan, this flower is not blue. Liubaiya, who covered his eyes, smelled a fragrance coming to his nose, and a peach blossom fell in his hand, picked up the peach blossom and put it on the tip of his nose to smell it, and asked Yang Kongsan.

"No, how can there be blue peach blossoms in the world. Yang Kongsan looked at the blue peach blossoms floating in front of him, Huo Ran chuckled, but it was extremely small, and he looked back at the Liubai Cliff behind him, and his eyes flashed with a hint of lie and agreed.

Why is this so, because that night he heard an unprecedented shock from the mouth of the Liubai Cliff, if he knew the annotations in the scroll, the blue peach blossom was now the time when the Nanmu of the empty mountain of Jiangcheng was withering.

The causes of the world are all fates, and the causes and causes are extinguished, and there is a way of existence.

Under the creation of the founding Yuan Spirit, all of them are cultivators and enter the Dao, and the practitioners are mainly based on the source spirit, supplemented by a strong aura, and the aura can be used under the psychic of all things in the world. However, the cultivator must enter the Tao, which is the orbit or trajectory of all things, and it can also be said to be the place where things change and move.

Tao, nature also.

This is naturally the way in which he is so under the Founding Spirit, and all things are not things.

The sun and moon are self-evident without anyone burning, the stars are self-ordered without being listed, birds and beasts are self-generated without man-made, the wind is automatic without fanning, water is self-flowing without pushing, plants and trees are self-generated without planting, they breathe without breathing, and their hearts beat without heartbeat.

You can't say it all.

Because all things are not things, they all follow the path of the world created by the Founding Spirit, without exception.

However, the road of Liubai Cliff was turned around tonight.

Sitting on the bluestone slab, the Liubai Cliff slowly raised his arm, the hand after the cold wind was biting and cracked, slightly stiff and bitter, slowly came to the front of him, and the peach blossoms on the curled fingers only had a touch of fragrance, no matter how much he wanted to know, but it was dark in front of him after all.

The snow fell in the dark night, and it roared coldly, and the white silk agitated violently in the wind. The peach blossom curled up in the palm of his hand spread out a few pieces and blew away, and the painting burned into ashes in front of him gradually appeared in his consciousness, and he vaguely remembered the dozens of encouraging words on the scroll.

The white-haired old man on the painting is the Liubai Cliff at this moment, and his eyes are dotted with red sand in all directions. At that time, he thought hard for half a life, and he still didn't know what this meant, but now he couldn't see a trace of light under the two lines of blood and tears, which completely made him understand in his heart that the old man in the painting was himself.

After many years, I inadvertently knew the prophecy in the painting, Liubai Cliff was killed, and the grass on the dry bones of his subordinates was secluded, and he knew that the way of heaven was pushed like a trajectory, so he lost his mind under the madness, and finally left such a fate.

Laughing madly at the sky, a miserable roar vented a clear helplessness through the coldness of the night.

Clenched his scarred fists and flapped wildly in the dark, splashing a puddle of clear water, panting tiredly, and stained water stains dripping down his dirty cheeks.

After a while, the quiet Liubai Cliff flashed cold, and hurriedly raised his hands and touched the surroundings. At this time, Liubai Cliff was panicked and frightened, just wanting to find Yang Kongshan's figure, no matter how he roared heartbreakingly, he only felt that his heart was tormented by a darkness in front of him.

His trembling hands staggered forward on the bluestone slab, and all he could touch was the cold armor lying in a pool of blood, the wind howling in the dark night, the silence was a little weird, and the cracked palms had begun to develop chilblains under the soaking of blood all over the ground.

Looking for the memories of the past walk, enduring the pain of pain, dragging the bloody body on the ground with difficulty. His filthy clothes dressed him like a rat in a stinking gutter, and he staggered forward, his flesh cut an inch deeper with the messy weapons on the ground, and the blood that flowed from the wound spread and gradually soaked through his clothes.

Liubai Cliff wriggled from the darkness, a layer of snow accumulated behind him in the dark night, and for a long time, he lay on the stone steps under the bridge, trembling his hands, and a gust of cold wind cruelly intruded and blew through him. The cloudy stains on the white silk on his eyes melted with blood and tears.

The fire in the distance is still burning, in the white sky, Jiangcheng seems to send a bronze mirror, can not see the lights of the past, the pavilion under the gray wall and blue tiles is dark. Although his eyes were blind, he could faintly hear that everything in Jiangcheng was in a tranquility that he was forced to cover his mouth and his eyes were filled with the desire to survive.

In the dark night, in the corner like a bronze mirror.

Teenagers standing in different camps slept peacefully on the snow.

The young man under the white armor and silver boots, his eyes were full of fear and confusion, and his scarlet pupils fell in a pool of blood.

Before, I was still looking at the beauty of bleeding under the snow with enthusiasm at this moment, but the next moment, fortunately, it became the last glimpse of the beauty of bleeding.

At some point, a scream rang out from behind them that resounded through the silence of the night.

In an instant, a ghostly light came from the abyss, and before it could be seen, it fell forever into the night.

After returning to silence, not far from the majestic bridge like a white jade belt given by the heavens, a woman's figure walked from the snow.

Wearing a curvaceous purple cheongsam, the concave and convex graceful and beautiful posture is presented to the swallowing of the night to enjoy, with an excellent demeanor and full of charm. The jade hand held an umbrella and walked in the flying snow, raised her cheeks, and smiled with her delicate red lips like roses, bringing three points of heroism, three points of pride, and three points of charm.

Walking in small steps under the slender waist, the jade feet in the high boots stepped deeply in the snow, and the wind blew up the mist on the ground, bringing a hazy roll. As he stepped up, the thin waist that wanted to talk about it kept twisting, and the impact of the explosion in his eyes stirred up a wave of turbulent ripples. The split under the purple cheongsam revealed the tender white skin, fluttering under a curtain of light veils to cover it.

Meandering to a gap in the depths of the pupils, from between the round and slender jade legs, when he slowly raised his eyes and looked at it, the jade white skin was tattooed like a shadow, and a green snake lying on a core was like a ghost hiding in the dark in the dark night.

Stepping through a layer of snow, leaving deep footprints behind his bewitching body, he walked to the Liubai Cliff lying on the stone steps, put away the umbrella in his jade hand and put it aside, took out a purple light yarn from his cuffs, and embroidered it on the light yarn that swayed in the wind, which had the same characteristics as the tattoo on the white legs of the bewitching woman.

Hooking the orchid, a charming smile appeared on the delicate red lips on the corner of his mouth, and he leaned down towards the Liubai Cliff, and a trace of snow appeared on his belly pocket with a touch of smoke, and the snow fell in full view. In the darkness of the blind Liubai Cliff, even if you can see it at a glance, you will only think of a bewitching woman appearing alone in the night, not the scenery of the occasional encounter, but frowning and deeply vigilant.

When the bewitching woman who leaned over and wanted to take off the white silk at the eyes of Liubaiya, Liubaiya, who heard the sound, suddenly stretched out her palm. Tightly grasped the jade wrist stretched out by the bewitching woman, and the woman saw that Liu Baiya grabbed her arm tightly, she just covered her red lips and sneered, and the laughter came like a spring breeze.

"Why, are you afraid that the little girl will take your money?" the woman chuckled and muttered a little joke.

When the woman spoke, a fragrance wafted from under her teeth, for some reason Liubaiya actually relaxed her vigilance, and gradually let go of the hand that grabbed the woman's wrist, and when the woman saw Liubaiya put her hand on her knees, untied the polluted white silk on her eyes, wiped the blood in her eye sockets with a brocade handkerchief, spread a layer of gold sore medicine and blew it gently, her eyes were filled with a fragrant breath, and then the light veil in her hand covered Liubaiya's eyes.

"I'm afraid you can't see anything after you with these eyes, but the wounds on your body are fine. After the woman helped Liubaiya treat her wounds, she squatted slightly in front of Liubaiya, put the piano behind her on Liubaiya's knees, and then picked up the paper fan placed on the snow and slowly stretched it out, stood up and walked towards the bridge with small steps.

"Who are you!" Liu Baiya felt that there was an extra guqin in his hand, and suddenly stood up and shouted at the departing woman.

"You know it from the moment you smell it. The woman holding the umbrella turned around, looked back at the Liubai Cliff standing on the bridge, and then left into the depths of the night.

"Sure enough, fate is here!" Listening to the footsteps of the woman who was gradually moving away, Liubai Cliff muttered to himself.

Standing up, Liu Baiya didn't know what he was looking for on the guqin in his hand, and finally took out a wooden stick about a foot long from under the body, and when he held it in the palm of his hand, a small wooden stick was stacked from the wooden stick, and strange and crooked runes were carved on the short wooden stick.

When the last section fell to the ground, there was a crisp sound on the bluestone slab, and a slight fluctuation spread to all sides, gently lifting up and down, probing the road under his feet and panicking towards the woman who had helped him for no reason, but the direction that Liubai Cliff was looking for was to go in the opposite direction with the woman.

Not far away, the bewitching woman's eyes cautiously tested the path under the darkness towards Liubai Cliff, and in front of her plump and soft figure, there stood the back of a white robe, and after seeing Liubai Cliff stumbling away, she gave the clothes draped on her arms to the enchanting woman, and said: "Remember to wear more clothes next time, it's a little cold this day." ”

The woman took the shirt handed over by the figure in front of her, not hurriedly put it on, but a smile like sweet water appeared on her cheeks, her eyes were full of admiration, and she put it on the tip of her pretty nose and sniffed the breath that the person left for a short time.

"Master, according to your meaning, all traces of Wutong North Tower have been erased, and the Qi family has sold it to the person in Wanling North City through this hand. When the woman saw that the aura she wanted to rely on on her robe gradually disappeared, she draped it over her bewitching body and said.

"Well, let's go, go to the imperial capital Luoyi City, Ah Lian has already gone there, I haven't been there for a long time, but the mountain has been talking to her. ”

The woman in the cheongsam followed the person in front of her with a paper umbrella and walked in the dark night, the snow continued to fall and there was no trace of stopping, the pavilions of Jiangcheng were scattered, walking through the bluestone streets, some of the pavilions burned to ashes came from the miserable crying and shouting, the crying disappeared in a few hours, and found a brightly lit pavilion, and gently pushed open the door of the courtyard.

Shake off the snowflakes on your shoulders, look up at the sky under the night, and faintly see blue peach blossoms falling all over the city at the same time from the snow.

The woman looked around the courtyard, naturally knowing where she was now, and this courtyard had been purchased by her hand from a shop that sold oil and rice. At that time, when the original shopkeeper saw her so charming, they thought that she was a woman from a green house, and which young master in Jiangcheng found out in order to hide his own tigress, and found such a remote and worthless place to buy the golden house to hide Jiaojiao.

Every year when it snows, the back in front of me will stay here for a few hours, sitting under the plane tree that has lost its branches and leaves, there is no plane tree at first, but it is empty and overgrown, and after hearing his instructions, this courtyard will be purchased and then planted.

But before he could take a few glances at it, he gave her a piece of Wanling paper, so he brushed his sleeves away, and said in a low voice: "Cut this sycamore, so that there is no trace of a sycamore tree growing here, and then give this courtyard to the person on the Wanling paper." ”

The woman caught the Wanling paper handed over by the back in front of her, and saw that the ink on the Wanling paper was not dry, and it was a little damp by the snow falling from the wet sky, so she frowned at first, and when she finished reading all the contents, the jade hand was gently folded and put in her arms.

Unclear but the mountain for a few years does not melt the handwriting of the ancient ink sharp rhyme, like the pen and ink into the clouds of smoke swirling on the Wanling paper, although it is not as good as the world of several calligraphy people Luan Xiang Feng Zhuan, let people's eyes seem to be scarlet, in the sea of clouds surging at the highest place to look at the world. But it has its own small home, warm and comfortable.

The back in front of her had never been inked in front of her eyes, and the woman had secretly collected many papers, and in the dead of night, the candle flame flickered and walked downstream with a unique spice in the ink. Covering his eyes, he could sometimes feel the loneliness inside him, and the emaciation hidden under his mask.

When the door bolt in the courtyard was gently closed, the woman followed him lightly, and suddenly the figure of a young man hurried past the woman and the back, and then stepped on the bluestone slab The crisp sound on the snow came heavily, and a pair of more than a dozen people in armor chased after the embarrassed but calm young man with bloodstained Mo knives.

Several figures swept over the eaves like dragonflies in the air, and the gray aura swirled around them in the dark night, and their eyes were like eagle eyes and sharp eyes looking for the prey that could not escape, and the prey they were looking for was the embarrassed young man who escaped in the narrow alley.

The dozen or so people in armor and holding Mo knives walked like wild horses as they passed in front of the woman, looked back and immediately stopped. The man in the crowd with a bloodstained face withdrew the Mo knife in his hand into the scabbard at his waist and walked towards the woman, panting.

Rudely straightened the helmet on his head with both palms, his eyes revealed a sense of anger, bloodshot pupils filled red, frowned the thick eyebrows between his eyebrows, glanced at the back of the white robe, and then pulled up the flesh on his face, and focused his gaze on the woman from the forehead to the jade feet to admire it back and forth several times.

The woman blinked at the disgusting man who walked up to her, and then looked at the group of people in armor on the bluestone street with the eyes of tigers and wolves coveting meat, and then moved her eyes like peach blossoms to the people in front of her.

The attendant seemed to sense the disgust revealed in the bewitching eyes of the bewitching woman in front of him, and when he raised his heavy palm and threw it towards the woman's cheeks with a slight hint of bewitchment, the back in front of the woman appeared in front of this person like a ghost out of nowhere.

Under the robe that melted together like snow, he stretched out his palm between his two fingers to block the person's thick arm in mid-air, this person frowned, bared his teeth and exposed the strange yellowed teeth to the cold night, the cool air swept by, the long-hidden saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth, and a dangerous sinister flashed through his pupils.

Suddenly, he pulled out the saber at his waist, and before he could draw a few minutes, the white robe raised his foot and kicked the hilt back into the scabbard, and with a fluttering swipe, he swept the person in front of him in mid-air and kicked heavily in the snow, and the follower standing on the bluestone street suddenly ran to the leader who fell in the snow pit.

When slaughtering the pig's life, the true pain was vividly exerted by the man in the snow, and the seeping screams undulated the slope slightly reflexively, and when the bloated leader smashed into the snow, he began to cry when he saw his guards. The crowd rushed over, their eyes full of playful smirks.

No matter what, the person buried in the snow is still their leader, even if there is a funny picture in front of them, there will be no faint smile on the cheeks of the concerned and anxious, but the worry and anxiety from the bottom of their hearts.

The leader who turned into the snow was like a green-clothed poop (whirling turtle) with his back to the ground and his feet curled up, his bloated body was tightly squeezed into the white armor on his body, and he could not move, and as long as he sharpened his movements slightly, the fat flesh that came out of the cracks in the armor was like a plate of red roasted meat.

The silver-white armor seemed to blend together in the snow, and only the twisted face glowed with a murderous aura, but the hands and feet with their feet facing the sky cowered like rats hiding under the stinking ditch.

"Leader, my subordinates will definitely find a way to turn you over!" everyone hurriedly said when they saw the leader's fat and flushed face.

"Poke the shit, a bunch of shit! What about that little slut and the man who kicked Lao Tzu?" he retorted, his scarlet eyes and his forehead covered with beads of sweat.

......

A woman in a cheongsam held a paper umbrella and followed behind the back of the white robe, her eyes silently the back of the robe coming with the wind, the eyes that were pregnant with a girl's heart, her right hand swayed slightly around her waist, she looked back silently, looking at the picture behind her that was gradually moving away, a sharp light flashed in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth pursed up a cold sneer hidden under the remnant clouds.

"Chaohua, this year's flowers just don't see blood, some people have their own meaning of existence. The back of the woman in front of him raised his face to the peach blossoms falling in the night, and said in a low voice.

Just when the woman looked back at her eyes and revealed a trace of murderous aura, she was shocked, the sneer carried at the corner of her mouth suddenly converged, looked towards the hazy snow, stretched out her slender jade hand, and gradually the snowflakes fell on the palm of her hand, and then saw the person in front of her continue to walk towards the avenue in front of the pavilion.

"Yes, sir. ”

The mouth is fragrant, and a faint heat wafts out from the red lips, gently falling the jade hand, and the petals held between the fingers can be seen when swinging.

When the woman and the figure in front of her gradually disappeared from the streets of Jiangcheng illuminated by the fire, a ray of light peeked out from the darkness in the corner, put her hands on the wall in front of her, and turned her flexible eyes, I don't know how long it took for her to stretch out half of her body from the narrow alley.

And several source spiritual cultivators stood on the roof tiles of the pavilion, distributed in various positions with an unobstructed line of sight, the cold wind blew through, and the solemn faces were covered with a layer of frost and snow, turning the aura that emerged from their bodies more and more indifferent.

Several people looked at each other and nodded slightly, and a black mist suddenly swirled in the snow on the palm of their hand, and then the black mist in their hands gradually spread and swallowed the figure, leaving a ghost-like afterimage left in the sky, the afterimage was cold and abnormal, and a pair of human-like eyes exuded scarlet light like a sentinel staring around.

Boom!

In the dark night, there was a terrifying voice that seemed to come from the abyss.

Several afterimages on the eaves turned into black blood eagles that vibrated into wings from a cloud of black mist, and swept through the low eaves of the narrow street in the night, and the person who leaned out half of his body frowned, turned to look, and a pair of ghostly blood-red eyes suddenly attacked from the darkness.

A black shadow stepped through the sky, flapping its wings violently, and the two wings stretched to both sides to block the view from the darkness, and the roar caused lightning to flicker, and under the huge wings that flapped, the wind passed in an instant, and fell into front of a pair of hard claws like silver cones.

After a wild roar, it quickly rushed towards the figure with its head poked out like lightning, and the sharp talons passed behind the man, scraping an extremely deep blood mark, and the bloody bones under the tender white skin were exposed to the air, and the torn clothes were soaked with a large amount of crimson blood, and the tiny flesh was faintly visible on the blood.

A figure slammed into the ground in mid-air, and the intense pain made people faint.

But after the person fainted, the blood ghost phantom eagle did not attack the boy lying on the ground again, but suddenly from the pavilion where the fire burned in the sky, a fire light was like a long dragon full of burning flames towards the blood ghost phantom eagle devoured and burned into ashes.

Under the boy's blurred vision, his slender long legs stepped on his high boots and walked towards him, and then closed his sunken eyelids.

"Master, is this kid Qin Zi in the picture?"

"No, it's just a slightly similar face with a skin. ”

"Will you save this child?" asked the woman, looking down at the dying boy.

"Because it exists, it has its own time of existence. ”