Los Angeles has two backing mountains, one Zhensoul Mountain and one Jinluan Mountain.

Zhenhun Mountain is located on the western edge of Los Angeles, near Shanhaiguan, and Jinluan Mountain is located in the southeast of Los Angeles, near Yanmen Pass.

These two mountains are very important to Los Angeles, can affect the fate of a city, but for the people in Los Angeles are very unfamiliar, one of the town soul mountain in Los Angeles, but it is too remote, few pedestrians are willing to stop, the second Jinluan Mountain is located in the border of Xuanwu, belongs to the military site, far and difficult, and even few people know the relationship between Jinluan Mountain and Los Angeles, only know that it is a Xuanwu barrier.

But it is these two mountains that no one cares about, one protects the soul of Los Angeles, and the other protects the body of Los Angeles.

Los Angeles is noisy with cars and horses, and a tall white-armored war horse runs from the distant mountains, on which sits a young man, dressed in bright white armor, with a spear behind his back, with a resolute and handsome face, not angry and self-assured, and a military spirit that is difficult to conceal makes the pedestrians around look sideways, and some birds want to try, but those old things hidden in the alleys and streets are hiding their bodies one by one.

This is not Beichen's soldiers, it's Zhongying's.

And Zhongying's ability to have such a bold commander is inseparable from King Teng's pavilion.

Although there is no three-foot white flag hanging on the side of his waist, such a prince brother Teng is even more terrifying!

Facing all kinds of eyes cast around, the young man in military uniform didn't care at all, and the royal horse raised his head and went straight to the extreme west of the west, the chaotic stone hill called Zhensoul Mountain.

The sturdy boy stretched out his broad right palm and removed the iron spear behind his back, and the horse's hooves slowed down, and the blood condensed into a thread, flowing down the streets of West North Street.

He stopped. He could have shown weakness and harvested more prisoner lives than he did.

Of course, he can also fly the three-foot white flag directly.

The boy collected the gun and galloped on his horse, and the road was unimpeded.

The sky was oppressive, the green light illuminated people's hearts irritated, all kinds of uncomfortable, under the cold winter wind, the young man in military uniform frowned slightly, and the vision in front of him began to blur, but it was too late when he noticed that something was wrong!

The slender blade of the sword shot out like a poisonous snake, stirring the long wind to pieces, and the slightest cold light burst out in the air with a volley of ten thousand arrows!

The young man stepped on the horse and hung in the air, and his whole body gathered on his arm and swept a semicircle in mid-air, and the force was heavy!

The delay of a few breaths made the white horse disappear in an instant, and the Zhongying general was embarrassed to resist the sword light around him, and blood overflowed!

Slow......!

At that moment, a pair of delicate palms stretched out in the distance, and with a slight press, all the obstacles disappeared!

The long wind carried the frost and snow backwards and left, and in front of the tavern in the west, a young man in green clothes was independent, and on his side, a white horse in military uniform.

The crisp sound of the bell echoed from his waist, and the young man in mid-air slowly woke up, and he fell weakly in the sky, but before he fell asleep, he still struggled to look into the distance, and a smile of excitement hung on the corner of his mouth.

That's Bai Yan.

It is the Tao of their Tengwang Pavilion.

It is also the backer of their Teng prince brother's heart.

There was no one on the long street, and the idle people were scattered, and some teenagers seemed to be accustomed to it, and their movements were extremely skillful, closing the door, dodging, and holding their breath, as if they did not exist in the first place.

The western part of Los Angeles is a cage, and if you don't get out here, you will be the seedlings of top assassins.

Frost and snow turned around a few times in mid-air, and the young man in Tsing Yi stretched out his hand to comfort the white horse beside him, stepped forward step by step to pick up the young man in military uniform, and sent it to the back of the white horse, looking at the slightly anxious young man on the horse, smiling gently, arranging its robe with his hands, and combing its hair.

It's really good-looking.

The young man in Tsing Yi followed the side of the white horse, taking a leisurely walk, handing over the wild fruits on the side of the road, and tasting the citrus in this winter.

The end is sour.

The bell flickered, and the boy stretched out his hand and pressed it down on his waist, and the assassin hidden in the alley around him watched with wide eyes, but could not move at all. Kill chickens and dogs, do whatever you want.

The young man walked slowly, and this square inch of space was like a deflated ball, collapsing instantly after the young man in Tsing Yi withdrew the coercion, crushing those locked ants to death in an instant, the technique was crisp and neat, and his expression was indifferent and relaxed.

I don't know who you are.

But the rules of King Teng's Pavilion can't be broken.

No one.

Bai Yan untied the flask on his waist and took a sip. Since they made a move, they must be prepared to die, this is the root of Teng Wangge, help relatives and not help, like a mad dog hoarse ten miles long street.

Thinking of the aura of gathering the crowd to bully the weak, the young man Qingling smiled smugly, and his smile was extraordinarily prodigal.

It's hard to kill, it's easy to get revenge. If you can't even see the three-foot white flag, you deserve to lose your eyes. The young man closed his eyes and breathed for a long time, stretched out his hand and took out a three-foot white flag from his bosom and hung it on the side of the young man in military uniform on horseback, and then opened his eyes timidly and sadly, showing grief and indignation.

He was so vicious! He was so cruel to my compatriots!

Damn it!

The young man in Tsing Yi gritted his teeth and nodded with a heavy heart, but after a moment, he smiled abruptly and happily, acting on the spot, just seeking peace in his heart.

The young man of Qingling was drunk, and he casually untied the frightened bird bell on his waist and threw it into the sky, splashing a circle of water ripples when it fell.

The ripples converged and overflowed, and the bell behind him rang loudly and clearly, and the young man led the white horse to the west, and fell under the Zhensoul Mountain to face the sudden wind and snow and hold the cyan chess pieces.

It's been three days since he came to Los Angeles, and now, he's finally ready to land.

Looking at the Zhensoul Mountain in front of him, the young man looked up to the sky and smiled, and the white horse in Tsing Yi went to Shanhaiguan.

The clothes are swaying, the wind and snow are roaring, and the energy is wrapped in the chess pieces and disappearing into the sky, this move is to have no regrets.

This person is peerless with style!

The spring breeze of the youthful spirit blew away the haze of the blue sky and the white sun, blew away the veil of the distant mountains, and the Zhensoul Mountain on the rocky hill was quiet and pleasant, smiling at the Jinluan Mountain in the distance, and smiling at the pavilions and pavilions at the peaks.

As the number one military place of Xuanwu, Jinluan Mountain has few places of leisure and elegance, and this stone pavilion is a rarity among the rare things, one side of the stone table, two pots of tea, and one side is used as a black-and-white chess game for hand talks.

This is the "Golden Luan" of Jinluang Mountain.

Sitting on the west seat is a handsome young man in an ink robe, with his upper body wide open, lying on the table, his words and deeds have an indescribable charm and lazy temperament, holding a white chess piece, his eyes are open and closed, the water waves are flowing between the eyes and the eyes, and the long hair is scattered and half covering his face, which seems to be quite charming between smiling and not laughing.

Opposite this wandering boy sat an honest young man in a brown and yellow shirt, the young man was well-dressed, polite, kneeling in the East looked green and immature, and I don't know whether it was because of a baby face or because he was tall but short, which made the young man look a little sick, but he was a little cute, the man was fine, if the girl would not help but come forward and knead a little face or limbs, and then look at the other party's naturally aggrieved face and smile and bend over.

Seeking women's popularity.

But there will probably be no Taoist companions.

It felt like raising a child.

The ink boy sighed, supported his head with his left hand, and watched Siye eat wild grapes, his lips were red and his teeth were white, his robe leaked a large number of muscles on his upper body, and his hair was dyed with dew, moist and tempting.

The water in the pavilion was steaming, the yellow cedar boy looked a little solemn, scratched his head with his chubby little hand holding black chess, the baby's face showed three points of anxiety and annoyance, and the little short legs were swaying under the table, holding back crying and suffocating, looking a little distressed.

After a long time, Kuroko put it down, "Don't play, don't play, don't play chess with you girl!" The short-shirted young man got up slightly annoyed, looked at the mountains in the distance irritably, squatted down and said angrily, "Dayun, I didn't say you. You have a total of four chess pieces, and you have used two of them, why do you still want to fight with me! Do you want me to be seen as a joke?"

"Who is fighting with you?" the ink boy teased his hair, and did not refute the words of the young man opposite, "Besides, you look funny, doll." ”

"Shut up, gentlemen, pure!" The young man's arms bulged and his brown and yellow shirt widened, looking fierce,—— no, it was weird and cute.

The ink boy covered his lips and smiled, swallowing the strawberry in his hand gently, the young man opposite was irritable, wanted to speak but didn't know what to say, his throat rolled, and he sat fiercely on the steps of the gazebo, like a grumpy doll, and the flesh was more cute. The young man in the long shirt smiled charmingly, slowly got up and stretched his waist, his eyebrows were tired, and his words were lazy, "Okay, these two mountains in Los Angeles, you don't want the Zhensoul Mountain to fight with me, but in the end, it is cheaper than the bandits from Zhongying, the problem is not you, do you want me to take the blame?"

"Fart, it's obvious that I came first! You're fighting with me!" The yellow-robed young man said honestly, looking like an honest and good bully, born with teary eyes, extremely aggrieved.

Looking at the young man opposite, the ink boy stretched out his white fingers and put them in front of his red lips, and smiled indifferently, "But, people want it." ”

The young man smiled and waved his hand, "Xiaoman, I didn't say you, don't be so naïve, let people see the joke plainly." Could it be that if you came first, this mountain is yours? It is always said that the soldiers will salute before the soldiers, but when they fight, they always salute first, and if they get the reason, they will be the best defensive weapon, and if they can't get it, they will be an excuse for counterattacking, but all this is based on the premise that you have a chance. ”

The ink boy's eyes opened and closed, he smiled a little playfully, and exhaled like an orchid, "Do you think you have a chance to face me?"

The cloud was halfway up and curled his hair, his body melted into the mist, holding an ink-colored chess piece in his hand, the yellow fir boy in the distance was still unwilling, holding the brown and yellow chess piece in his hand and almost wanted to step forward, but was forced back by a few glances of the ink boy.

There are no regrets.

It's the rule.

The fifteenth year of Wanli has not passed, and you can't get good things by tearing your face. What's more, Pingjiangshan and Beiqiong Palace are both under the command of Beichen, and the relationship between them is so delicate, he can't do such a thing.

Looking at the brown and yellow shirt on the edge of the pavilion with a sigh, the ink boy smiled, fell down, withdrew the attention that stayed on the Tsing Yi guest, turned around leisurely, and walked down the mountain road.

Looking at the ink robe, the baby face was sad, and he lost his son and traveled far away to find the next "Tianyuan".

When the two Tianjiao young men were far away, a blue robe appeared in the pavilion, and on the side, there was a starry night robe.

The peerless teenager stands, looking east and west.

Looking to the east is from the mountain to Pingjiang Mountain, and looking forward to the west is the Meteorite Pavilion to the North Dome Palace.

Their deal is over, and now, it's up to Luo Yan to make a choice.

Zheng Yan sat down, drank a pot of tea, and the starry night boy waited on the side of the pavilion, he wanted to wait for a bright yellow and a blue crown.

The green smoke is faint, and there is an indescribable blood stirring in a circle, a desperate struggle.

The undercurrent is surging, the blue sky is white, a young man in a long coat in the west of Los Angeles is walking on the North Street, his pace is hurried, looking at the two welcoming pines in front of Luo's house, there is no smile and emotional fluctuations, his expression is slightly solemn, as if something is blocking his breathing.

He knew the identity of the black-clothed young man, although the situation was tense, but the Luo family still left a certain gap in Beichen, and it was not within their bottom line to treat the sick and save people, but it was in their duties, so it was not surprising that the Luo family would take it in, this is morality and no one can blame it, so the white-robed medical officer chose to rescue, and the elders of the Luo family had no opinion, and he would definitely not interfere in the things decided by the elders, but he was very puzzled why the elders would leave Qin Lin in the Luo family.

The young man walked into the courtyard, Ma Qiubei stopped wiping the knife and looked up at Luo Yan, for a long time, he was silent.

The black-clothed young man came from Jinluan Mountain, although Beichen didn't move, but this was already dancing on the tip of the knife, this time, the action was undoubtedly abrupt. But he couldn't say it, and no one could say it, and the young man in the long coat couldn't control any choice when he went in, so he was probably going to ask for an explanation.

The strong man put on a short coat on his body, put away the murder weapon around him, and stepped forward into the main hall with the figure of the young man in Liuyun.

The clouds and mist in the house are misty, the moisture is thick, and you can smell a slightly strong smell of medicine.

In front of Ma Qiubei's walking hall, the voice of the young man in a long coat came from inside, after a long time, the conversation stopped, Luo Yan went out of the door, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he still didn't understand, when he stopped thinking about the strong man in front of him, he pondered for a long time, and sighed helplessly, "Why bother." ”

The young man was seized, stepped forward and walked side by side with Ma Qiubei, and walked to the attic of the courtyard, "Don't talk about the Qinglong Emperor, the three princes are on the way here, we don't have to mix this matter, my sister is about to be born, and I only waited for the fifteenth of Wanli." The young man in the long coat washed and changed the tea set, and the strong man opposite him sat with his chest crossed, and the air pressure around him was extremely low.

As if he had some understanding of the strong man's temperament, Luo Yan silently poured a cup of tea for him, and said tiredly, "The other side's behavior is becoming more and more perverse. I don't know what you know, but the people claim to have seen not many events in the future, but they are no longer alone, not only do they have a head and a face, but many testimonies can be matched. According to their identity, this is not a simple matter.

"Of course, maybe it's true, maybe someone started the game, but it doesn't matter. What I don't understand is why you are so unanimous in your attitude towards Xuan Chan, no, it's not just Xuan Chan. Luo Yan pursed his lips, looked at the solemn expression of the strong man in front of him and didn't pay attention to the tea on the table, just looked at Ma Qiubei's state of wanting to speak and asked softly, "The sky has changed, right." ”

Five words, each of which is a little light.

The young man in the long coat looked slightly frightened, and he looked very much like when he was a child.

Luo Yan, he has always been the young man who tortured and killed nine thousand miles, did not stay for thousands of miles, slaughtered the valley with his palm, and his bones withered, and remained unchanged for many years. He has never been a light man, he is just a thirst for killing because of his cowardice, as for who to kill, it depends on luck.

After taking a sip of the tea in the cup, Ma Qiubei didn't speak, his hands were folded and he looked at the sky in the distance, his expression was like condensation, and he was silent.

Blue sky and white sun.

The other side has kept this sky together for more than half a year, and the sun has always been like that for most of the year.

Farmers know that the sky has changed.

The expression of the strong man in the water vapor was very strange, and the young man in the long coat clenched his fists tightly, and his tone was depressed, "Tell me ......"

The Liuyun boy's eyes were full of anger, "I want to know, I must know!"

"What do you want to know?" said the strong man indifferently.

"In the past, you prevaricated in the past, and now I have to know" The young man in the long coat was overwhelmed and said softly, "Why did the other side and cross the river make a move, you hid it from me, and never told me their greed and gains, the so-called chance and so-called creation are all fake! The price they paid is much more than that! And my body has healed after all! What are you planning? Why don't I know anything? Even the north wind is hiding from me!" The young man in Liuyun slapped the table and got up, staring at the strong man in short clothes in front of him, " You're lying to me, right? Zihan, Linchang, Ji Xiaoxiang, Xingchen, no rain and smoke...... I think you're familiar with them, when did you get to know so many Tianjiao? I don't know?"

The boy in the long coat suppressed his emotions, and at that moment, he seemed a little helpless.

Thinking about it, the Liuyun young man's blood was cold, his body trembled slightly, and he looked at the strong man in front of him with compassion, his expression was complicated and incomprehensible.

He wanted to know, but he was afraid to know.

After a long time, Luo Yan's expression slowly became firm, looked at the strong man opposite, and no longer wavered in his decision.

He's a celestial pride, and he has to know.

Staring at the young man opposite, silent for a long time, the strong man slowly opened his lips, "You, where did you know." ”

"I ...... I see it. The young man in the long coat's voice was a little hurried, and then calmed down in frustration, and smiled bitterly, "I saw the chess pieces in their hands, combined with what I saw, and I guessed it." With the world as the chessboard, the mountains and rivers as the chess game, the next game is called the chess of all beings. Octagon Chess Master ...... Isn't it only Tianjiao who can get chess pieces, why ......"

"No reason. Ma Qiubei said in a deep voice, "Since you can lose it, someone can get it, isn't it strange?"

"Ridiculous!" Luo Yan was indignant!

"Is it ridiculous?!" the strong man retorted in a deep voice, looked at the young man in a long coat opposite, and said slowly, "Tell me, where is ridiculous." ”

"I'm ......!" Luo Yan's breath was stagnant, and he was in a trance......

Like, nothing ridiculous.

The young man sat weakly on the stone bench, turned his face sideways, calmed his anger, and smiled bleakly:

"Yes, it's not ridiculous. Luo Yan held his breath, looking very decadent, took a few sips intermittently holding the teacup, and said hoarsely, "Can you talk to me,...... What Zihan is on. The young man Liuyun was slightly upright, his expression was sincere, and he said it seriously and preciously.

He guessed.

But he still wanted to ask.

Looking at the strong man's solemn eyes, Luo Yan smiled.

Ma Qiubei pursed his lips and spoke:

It's a chess piece.

The strong man closed his eyes, and said with emotion, "There are not many chess pieces, four Tianjiao, and seven peerless." I don't know any other ways to get it, but there are certainly some of them. Since he left Tiannan Pavilion, the other side has been activating the chess pieces in his body, but he is not allowed to really have them, and the value of this chess piece can be obtained from this.

"The importance of the chess piece Yi Whale knows, after leaving the shelter of Tiannan Village, he has been covering the breath of the chess piece, and Xuanyuan's medicine is probably for this. The medicine is broken, and a chess piece is revealed in a month, and the chess piece can be seduced or exchanged by virtue of Tianjiao's luck, or the root can be taken away and the whole thing can be obtained. It is impossible to keep his chess pieces, either abolish him in advance and make the chess pieces doomed, or let him awaken and hold the chess pieces himself to prevent it from being revealed. ”

The strong man sipped tea, said no more, got up and walked away, but the young man opposite knew what he meant. And all this is up to you.

To take it, or not to take it.

In the same way, there are no regrets.

The frost and snow fell, and the young man at the gate of the hoe sect in the distance was sad, and he talked with long tears, and the young man in the long coat in the pavilion bent into a lobster in the winter wind of the fifteenth year of Wanli.

This last burst of winter snow is buried in Luoyan.

Buried, that cloudy boy.