"Tong Lao, you seem to have guessed wrong again!" the woman smiled slightly.

Tong Bulao: "......"

I have been fighting geese all year round, but today I was pecked by geese and lost face!

As a face-saving person, he had already cheated once before, and he was embarrassed to cheat again, so he could only be speechless, staring at the situation below to see if there was any turnaround?

I saw that in the valley, after Ye Qing slapped Xiaoyang with one palm, he was also a little surprised, clenched his fist, the void crackled, and he smirked.

Strength is like a dragon elephant, a sign of success in refining the body, a blessing in disguise!

In fact, his body, muscles, bones, and flesh and blood were filled with foehn wind, which was similar to those who were strong in the Refining Realm.

The martial artists of the Gang Realm, who mainly refine the body, are originally condensed in the flesh and blood, muscles and bones, and the strength, qi, and spirit are fused in one furnace, regardless of each other.

This is also the foundation of the body refining martial artist and the foundation of being able to compete with ordinary martial artists.

"It's cool! No wonder people who practice martial arts like to be a punch king, this feeling is really cool!"

Suppress people with force and punch things.

If one punch doesn't work, then two punches!

Simple, clean, neat and crispy!

"No...... I don't believe it...... I don't believe ......"

Xiao Yang, who was trapped in the cliff, suddenly roared, crazy as mad, his eyes were red, like a return to the light, his breath was rising, and a punch was blasted out.

The sky was covered with red glow for a moment, like the setting sun, and the sky was full of red glow like fire.

I don't see the sun, but the sky is full of sunshine;

I don't see fist intent, but there is fist intent all over the sky.

"Sunset West Mountain"

"It's so strong!"

Ye Qing's eyes were slightly condensed, and the red glow in the air was actually the condensation of the purple yang golden flame to the extreme, and it was enough to burn the lake and intercept it under one punch.

After praising it, Ye Qing clenched his fists, did not use any qi, purely focused on strength, condensed a little on the edge of his fist, and blasted out with a punch.

"Boom ......"

It was just a simple punch, and the air within a radius of more than ten zhang collapsed like substance, buzzing and whistling.

The sky was full of red glow, with the fist as the center, and it collapsed inch by inch, and the purple sun golden flame was raging, falling on Ye Qing's body, but there was not even a trace left.

"Bang ......"

Immediately, when the red glow in the sky collapsed, Ye Qing's fist hit Xiaoyang's fist, and Xiaoyang's entire body exploded, and flesh and blood flew sideways.

But before it fell, it was burned to ashes by the foehn wind in the valley.

"My Baby ......"

Ye Qing didn't expect that a punch would actually blow Xiaoyang up, and it didn't matter if the person died, the key was that Xiaoyang's mountains and rivers were also blown away by a punch.

Before the voice fell, Ye Qing suddenly disappeared, leaving only a lingering sound, echoing endlessly in the valley.

"Tong Lao, you lost!" The woman smiled slightly in the foehn wind.

"Lost, lost!" Tong Bulao sat in the air, his face full of frustration.

"Forget it, forget it, you lost the bet, but this chess, little girl, you're going to lose!"

Frustrated for a while, Tong Bulao thought of playing chess again and became happy.

The woman's index finger and middle finger pinched out of thin air, and a sunspot appeared in her hand and gently pressed it on the Tianyuan position on the chessboard.

"Tong Lao, you are going to lose this chess too!"

"How is it possible, my big dragon has become a big dragon, and your sunspot has already become a straggler, how can you win?" Tong Bulao shook his head, looking at the chessboard with a look of disbelief.

But when I looked at it, I only felt that the five thunders were on the top, and I couldn't believe it: "This ...... This ......"

I saw that the original chessboard was chaotic and scattered, and with the woman's son Tianyuan, it suddenly seemed to be connected in series, forming a big net, locking his white son Dalong in a corner.

On the chessboard, the white dragon circled and roared, rushing in all directions, but it was never able to break through the barrier of the big net, like a battle of trapped beasts.

The next moment, the big dragon dissipated, and the large white pieces on the chessboard turned into invisible!

A son Tianyuan, slay the dragon!

"I ...... You ......"

Tong Bulao stared at the big eyes of the copper bell, looking incredulous.

"Tong Lao, I am willing to gamble and lose, gossip about the things in the furnace, but the younger generation will be disrespectful!" the woman thanked her.

Tong Bulao grabbed his hair and said in despair: "How could I lose?

"Little girl, you say, how could I lose?"

The woman gently twisted a chess piece and said slowly: "The world is like chess, everything is like a child, horizontal and vertical are life, do things need to do one step and consider the gains and losses, in order to be able to do everything in the center of the palm; to be a man needs to take a step and look at cause and effect, in order to be able to go smoothly every step of the way; to play chess also need to take a step and look at the overall situation, in order to fall one son and know the back hand, and fall three sons to know the victory or defeat!"

"Tong Lao, your chess skills are perfect, like a hundred refining real gold, the size is flawless, and the fall is flawless every step. It's a pity that you pay too much attention to perfection, too much attention to flawlessness, and too much attention to the gains and losses of one step, one son, one city and one place, but you lose the overall situation and forget the victory or defeat. ”

"Those who lose the overall situation will have no order, and those who forget the winner will not win!"

"So, Tong Lao, you lost from the beginning!"

"Those who lose the overall situation are disorganized, and those who forget the winners and losers are not victorious......" Tong Bulao repeated these two sentences, and after a long time, he sighed dejectedly: "I lost!"

"My senior brother used to play chess with me and often warned me that when I played chess, my ingenuity was too heavy, I only focused on the present, and I didn't care about the aftermath, to put it bluntly, I didn't care about my head and didn't care about my stomach, and I couldn't learn the essence of my Baiyun Mountain's "Baiyun Spectrum" in my life. ”

"As for me, I didn't think about it before, thinking that my senior brother was alarmist, but now it seems that this is indeed the case!"

The woman flattered: "Baiyun Mountain's "White Cloud Spectrum", which pays attention to falling children like white clouds, amorphous, amorphous, unphased, and changeable, it is indeed not in line with Tong Lao's style!"

"However, chess is like a person, a son and a heart, as long as it fits the heart and human nature, it is a good chess, if you forcibly change it, it will only be a dog's tail and mink, and you will only pick up people's teeth and wisdom!"

"Tong Lao's chess skills have really reached the realm, as long as you forget about deliberateness and perfection, and move with your heart, you can turn decay into magic, so why be obsessed with "White Cloud Spectrum"?"

Hearing this, Tong Bulao was stunned, his expression changed, and finally sighed ashamedly: "Little girl, I lost, I lost unjustly!"

"The contents of this gossip incineration furnace will be given to you!"

"Then thank you Tong Lao!" the woman smiled lightly, and the spring breeze turned into rain.

......

"Dan furnace? How can there be a Dan furnace here?"

Ye Qing looked at the tall and mysterious golden furnace in front of him and frowned.

He had chased the mountain and river shell of Xiaoyang before, and chased all the way here, and he was about to catch up, but the mountain and river shell fell straight into the golden furnace in front of him, and was burned by the dark red fire in the Dan furnace.

"It's ...... Foehn!" Ye Qing looked at the raging dark red flames burning in the golden furnace, and instantly recognized it.

"With the foehn as the fire, what is in this furnace?"

Ye Qing touched his nose and was curious.

"Whirring ......"

At this moment, the dark red flames in the Dan furnace roared and rushed out, turning into a fiehn wind.

Ye Qing didn't dodge or dodge, and with one punch, he shattered the foehn that swept in, and the roaring foehn did not cause him the slightest damage.

But at this time, Ye Qing didn't care about being happy, but his face was full of shock: "Could it be that you ...... The foehn winds in this valley were all born from this furnace?"

"Impossible, right?"

Ye Qing didn't want to believe it, but the truth didn't mean that he didn't believe it.

"Do you want to take a look?"

Suddenly, Ye Qing had a thought in his heart, the most terrifying thing here was undoubtedly the foehn wind, but he was not afraid, so it was not impossible to try it.

Licking his lips, Ye Qing was itchy for a while, and finally couldn't suppress the curiosity and greed in his heart, jumped up, and slammed his fist on the lid of the top of the golden furnace.

It's better to act!

"When ......"

A punch with all his strength slammed into the lid of the furnace, but a punch that was enough to shatter Xiaoyang hit the golden furnace, but the lid of the furnace did not move, but he was shocked and staggered back.

"Hey, it's so hard!" Ye Qing stopped his body and shook his arm that was a little numb, shocked and uncertain.

However, the punch seemed to provoke the Golden Furnace, which shook for a moment, and then stood still, as if it were accumulating strength.

"Whirring ......"

The next moment, two terrifying foehn winds erupted from the two windows of the golden furnace, and due to the high temperature, the color of the foehn completely changed from the previous dark red to a gloomy color, like two black dragons, sweeping out, destroying the world and destroying the world.

Ye Qing was caught off guard for a while, and was directly annihilated by the two black dragons.

"Haha...... It's really beyond his strength, and he actually dares to pay attention to the gossip incinerating furnace!" In the foehn wind, Tong Bulao watched Ye Qing be annihilated by the foehn wind spewing out of the golden furnace, and laughed heartily.

Hearing this, the woman smiled slightly, didn't say a word, reached out and pinched a seal, and with a volley in the air, the lid of the gossip incinerator slowly rose, suspended in midair.

At the moment when the lid of the furnace was opened, a ray of ghostly light flew out of the furnace, and the speed did not seem to be fast, but everywhere the ghostly light passed, everything was rendered gloomy.

In the gloom, colorful, bizarre, true and false, like a dream, red dust cause and effect in the world.

The foehn wind in the sky, the four directions of heaven and earth, in this dream-like fantasy, also seem to be from the real to the fake, from the real to the virtual, into a dream.

"Good piano, a wisp of piano sound comes into a dream, it seems to be a fantasy and not a fantasy red dust, you can call it a dream!"

In the air, the woman's voice sounded softly, and a wisp of breeze entered the dream, rippling layers of ripples.

The ghostly light, which was originally intended to escape into the void, suddenly fell into the woman's hands as if she had been summoned, and turned into a yaoqin.

The woman stroked the strings, and in the sound as clear as spring water, the colors and dreams that filled the void slowly rolled up like a picture scroll, and the valley returned to its original appearance.

After the woman received the yaoqin, Tong Bulao hurriedly reached out and grabbed it down, as the palm fell, it became bigger and bigger, like a millstone at first, gradually like a house, and then like a mountain, grabbed the gossip incinerator in the valley and lifted it up.

The Bagua Incineration Furnace trembled violently, but it was never able to break free from the grip of Tong Immortal, and when it was halfway through, the Golden Furnace stopped trembling, as if it had been tamed.

Immediately, Tong Bulao in the air seemed to have thought of something, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the gossip incinerating furnace in his hand was tilted, and the foehn wind in the furnace condensed and compressed like magma poured into the valley.

To be precise, it was the place where Ye Qing was annihilated by two foehn winds.

Suddenly, the foehn wind roared in the valley, the flames were raging, and the rocks and dirt all turned into flowing magma, as if the end of the world.

"Hey......

Tong Bulao smiled proudly, grabbed the gossip incineration furnace and disappeared abruptly, leaving only the lingering sound echoing in the valley.

"Little girl, I used to bet on the things in the gossip incineration furnace, but I didn't say that this gossip incineration furnace!

"Little girl, remember to come to Baiyun Mountain to play when you are free!"

"Old bastard!" the woman watched Tong Immortal disappear, chuckled slowly, did not get angry, and then looked at Ye Qing in the valley.

Ye Qing was also miserable at this time, the black dragon formed by the two foehn winds before really couldn't cause harm to him, but who knew that a huge palm fell from the sky and took away the golden furnace.

He realized that there was a terrifying existence in this valley, so he pretended to be dead in a low-key manner, hoping that the other party would not see him, but he never expected that the golden furnace tilted in mid-air, and as a result, the foehn wind, which was dozens of times more terrifying than the two foehn winds before, fell from the sky.

And then, he was tragic.

Although his body can withstand the erosion of the foehn wind, but his soul cannot, under such a terrifying foehn wind, the spirit is like a candle flame, swaying and fluttering, and his spiritual sense is dim, he can only visualize the Xihuang taking advantage of the diagram to maintain a little soul immortality.

As for how long it can last, whether it can wait until the foehn is extinguished, it can only depend on the will of God!

"Old bastard, Lao Tzu just touched this broken furnace, is it necessary to kill them all......?"

At the last moment when his spiritual sense was dark, Ye Qing raised his throat, first scolded, then smiled bitterly, and sang loudly: "Cangtian has a dream to pity the world, send a heavenly girl to save me......"

"Old bastard, it's really an old bastard!" In the air, the woman heard Ye Qing's roar, smiled lightly, tilted her head slightly, and smiled mischievously: "Cangtian has a dream of pity for the world, send a heavenly girl to save me, the literature and science are shallow, and the rhyme is uneven, but the rhyme is long and long, a little bit of the previous Fengtian minor tune!"

"That's it, I'll be a goddess again!"

The woman twists the strings lightly, and the sound of the piano is faint, like spring water in a deep mountain valley, dark and silent, but clear and pleasant.

Between the faint sounds of the piano, a hiss sounded in the air, and in the sound of stampede, a carriage rushed from a distance, leaving a blue light, and stopped in front of the woman.

The carriage is indigo-blue, the whole body is gloomy, and there are mysterious talismans and patterns engraved on it, and an old man with a hat sits on the wheel.

Pulling the cart were three very cyan horses, the horses snorted, their hooves stepped on the ground, and they rippled layer by layer.

"Girl, please get in the car!"

At this time, the old man on the wheel lifted the curtain and bowed.

The old man's voice was heavy, and his tone was harsh, which seemed very strange.

And the moment he leaned over, he revealed the face of the old man in the hat, his eyes were blank, cold and dead, and glowing with metallic luster.

In fact, if you look closely, you will find that not only the old man, but also the three horses, which seem to be living creatures, but their whole bodies are glowing with ghostly light, and they are actually cast in bronze.

"Hmmm......"

The woman answered, boarded the carriage with Yaoqin in her arms, and said softly, "Let's go!"

"By the way, Uncle Tong, bring the young man in the foehn below!"

"It's a girl!" the old man named Uncle Tong bowed, lowered the curtain, sat on the wheels, and with a whip, the carriage rushed down into the foehn wind.

Around the carriage, there seemed to be a layer of magical power, and everywhere it passed, the terrifying foehn wind avoided it like a courtier.

When he arrived in front of Ye Qing, Uncle Tong's horse whip was raised, wrapped up the unconscious Ye Qing, sent him into the carriage, and placed him on the soft couch on one side.

"Sigh ......"

The horse roared in the sky, broke through the gale, and disappeared into the valley.

In the bronze carriage, the woman glanced at Ye Qing, who had red skin and was smooth and slippery, without the slightest shyness of a woman, waved her hand, turned up the blanket, and covered Ye Qing's body, and then took out a book from the dark pavilion of the carriage and flipped through it quietly......

The years are quiet!