The sound of the piano has stopped, the wind has gradually subsided, and the noise around has become subtle, as if it has returned to spring from the silence of the autumn wind.

However, the atmosphere at this moment is so depressing, as depressed as a mountain.

Silence is better than sound at this point.

In the middle of the forest, an old man slowly walked out.

He carries the guqin on his back, like a violinist in an ink painting, with an evocative black and white tone.

The ancient meaning is deep.

Looking at the face that he saw again after so long, Guan Kuo's heart seemed to jump out of his throat.

Yes, Qiu Jing Mountain, Qiu Jing Mountain, the god of war of the Northern Tang Dynasty.

He has been missing for so long, so many people in the Northern Tang Dynasty and Southern Wu are looking for him, but there is no trace at all, until today, when the Southern Wu Holy General was about to cross the river, he appeared by himself.

I don't know why, in fact, the meeting between the two was very short, and the parting was not long, but Guan Kuo felt like meeting an old friend who had known each other for 10,000 years after hundreds of years.

Qiu Jingshan didn't look at him.

He was looking at Jin Youzuo.

At the edge of the forest sea, he stopped and said, "This piano is called Chunliu." ”

"What I played just now was Pingsha Luoyan and Zhe Hongying." He said again.

Jin Weizuo's shriveled mouth grinned, and shook his head with a sneer: "You know, I don't understand the rhythm. ”

"But I played it to you." Qiu Jingshan's eyes stared at him for a moment.

"I don't remember." Jin said.

"It doesn't matter, how many years have we not seen each other?" Qiu Jingshan asked.

"More than ten years." Jin Yuzuo sighed a little faintly.

"Time flies."

"Yes, it's fast," Qiu Jingshan said, "Your grandsons are so old and so good." ”

"And your student is dead, at the hands of his own brother." Jin Youzuo's expression was full of banter and provocation.

"The world is unpredictable, just as it is between you and me." Between the eyebrows of Qiu Jingshan, there is a faint sadness, very faint and light, but it does exist.

"Since you can't hide, let's go meet it." Jin Yuzuo smiled, as if he had become calm in an instant.

"What will happen to the world when you die?" He asked again suddenly.

Qiu Jingshan shook his head: "I don't know, I don't care." ”

Jin Youzuo smiled: "I don't know, I don't care." ”

After I died, let him flood the sky, it sounds so chic and wishful, but in fact, what is hidden is the great helplessness of the world.

In this life, I can't hide, and only after I die can I be truly peaceful.

Jin Youzuo and Qiu Jingshan have been brilliant for so many years, but they still collide together after all, and then they can't escape that fate.

At this moment, Guan Kuo instantly understood everything.

That's exactly what he's worried about.

Qiu Jingshan wants to kill the other party before Jin Jingzuo crosses the river, and Jin Youzuo also wants to kill the other party when Qiu Jingshan finally appears.

The battle of fate.

Because of that "war", Jin Youzuo has been missing for so many years, but Qiu Jingshan has been looking for him.

Today, they meet, and no one can stop it anymore.

Jin Youzuo's "potential" is behind him, and Qiu Jingshan's "potential" is in front.

The two forces were superimposed, almost overwhelming.

Jin Youzuo made everyone dodge, because at this level, it was no longer just a matter of who to protect or who to kill, the realm of these two was different from the people around them.

The temperature was not very high in the spring, but the thirty or forty palace guards were sweating like rain.

They are making a choice.

In the face of the war between Qiu Jingshan and Jin Youzuo, they are nothing, whether they participate in it or not.

But as soldiers, their duty is to obey orders, especially those of His Majesty.

The palace general finally chose to raise the knife without hesitation.

Swing forward.

Thirty or forty palace guards charged towards Qiu Jing Mountain without hesitation.

Jin Youzuo didn't stop it, he just sighed.

"In that case," he said softly, "that's the belief of our Dawu boys, go ahead, life and death don't matter......"

The sound of armor, the powerful palace guards of Southern Wu drove an astonishing momentum, and Changge shone with dazzling brilliance under the spring sun.

Qiu Jingshan carried the guqin on his back, and his body was slightly sideways, showing the Tang knife on his waist.

"Sonorous!"

Frost at once.

The knife bounced off its scabbard and into his hand.

The simple and ancient lines on the body of the knife appear in front of the world.

Hundred battles, that famous knife.

Qiu Jingshan has participated in battles, more than a hundred battles, this knife, others are not worthy of it, in fact, it is not worthy of Qiu Jingshan, but this is not important, this knife has been with Qiu Jingshan for many years, and like him, it has become a kind of legend.

A powerful aura emanated from the blade, and the blade turned into a stormy wave.

The strings are under the pressure of the invisible sword, and the clanging sound is endless.

It was an unstoppable murderous aura, and at the same time, it was a beautiful piano sound.

The sound of the piano flies far away with the spring breeze, like a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate.

At the same time, the shadow of the knife is also floating.

When approaching the most powerful man in the Northern Tang Dynasty, the armor of the first Southern Wu court guard began to crack, as if the sound of the qin turned into a blade, and it was cut one after another.

Qiu Jingshan suddenly moved.

When he stood there, it was like a towering mountain, but when he moved, it was like an ethereal musical sound.

It is similar to the sound of the piano that still reverberates.

His rise and fall were a little erratic, but when his figure suddenly came to the front of the palace guard, the kind of knife was like being in the Hengduan Mountains.

The huge shadow of the sword almost crossed the heavens and the earth.

Blood splattered, and the upper bodies of the five guards rushed forward, their faces still looking at death, but that look would never change.

Cut in half!

For a long time, in the eyes of Guan Kuo and countless other Northern Tang people, Qiu Jingshan represented a god-like existence, they all knew that he was incredibly powerful, but they never imagined what he looked like, probably because they felt that as long as he was there, victory would come, and there was no need to make a move at all, that was a spiritual belief.

But in the end, Qiu Jingshan still had to make a move in the face of the enemy, and the bloodiness was not more superb than that of ordinary people.

Qiu Jingshan's knife is very broad, there is a magnificent and simple beauty, the sound of the piano has always been there, his knife is not embellished, traversing the four directions, the majestic power and the wonderful sound of the piano turned into a whole that violates harmony and tacit understanding, leaving corpses all over the ground.

The time for him to make a move was very short, but when it fell into Guan Kuo's eyes, it seemed to become slow.

Maybe Guan Kuo had thought of a lot of ideas to stop Qiu Jingshan and Jin Youzuo before, but now, feeling that incomparable sword intent, his heart was suddenly clear and his heart was not distracted.

(End of chapter)