Chapter Seventy-Two

Sycamore in the north, painting in the south.

As one of the two top strategists in Nanzhan Buzhou, Song Zhihua watched the young monk disappear into the darkness by the autumn rain in the night, sat down on the chair by the window again, picked up a chess piece, looked out the window, and stopped talking.

The rain will not stop all night.

Outside, a dozen citrus trees showed a blurred shadow against the dim butter lamp inside.

Li Yanyang, the general of the guard who lived in the second rank of the Southern Chu Dynasty and worshiped the third duke, sat opposite the Duke of Lu Ding.

Lu Zhihua put down the chess pieces in his hand, disrupted the thirty-two chess pieces in the chessboard mountain, knocked on the table, and said softly: "Chongguang, the current chaos in Zhongzhou is like this chessboard." ”

The white-haired martial artist Li Yanyang is a heavy word.

The old man who worshiped the general of Erpinwei almost achieved the ultimate of military generals, and once worked side by side with Song Zhihua, the first strategist of Southern Chu, in the Nine Palaces of the Southern Chu Dynasty, Li Hongjun, the first emperor of the Southern Chu Dynasty, regarded the two as left and right hands.

It's a pity that after the two assisted the first emperor Li Hongjun to annex the four surrounding countries of the Southern Chu Dynasty, Li Hongjun died on that not cold winter day that year.

If it was in a peaceful and prosperous era, Song Zhihua would probably be the elder of the Three Dynasties.

It's a pity that in troubled times, the new monarch ascended to the throne, became ambitious, and excluded dissidents.

Once a son of heaven and a courtier, no one can get out of the cage of 'high merit and master'.

The white-haired martial artist Li Chongguang sat opposite Song Zhihua, snuffed out the sandalwood with little green smoke, brightened the wick of the oil lamp, and successively restored the chessboard that Song Zhihua had disrupted.

Song Zhihua looked out the window, his eyes were hopeful, and the white-haired martial artist Li Chongguang shook his head and said: "That baby has something strange in his body, he wants to enter Southern Chu, and he should also want to follow the road of the Lord of Mending Heaven and enter the army." As the second grand and majestic Vermilion Dynasty Qiu family in Nanzhan Buzhou, it is not easy to cut off his back road. ”

Song Zhihua didn't look back, still looking out the window, and said softly: "Chongguang is so sure that the baby will survive tonight?"

The white-haired martial artist Li Chongguang laughed and said, "That baby still owes two games of chess to the elder brother Zhihua, and it is not easy for others to want him to die again." If the girl goes, others won't go. As for what will happen in the future, it's not for us two bad old men to have the final say. ”

When the new monarch of Nanchu ascended the throne, he lost his son, was lame, and had to retreat from the old man who had to flee away from the window, picked up a chess piece, and fell in an instant.

The two of them are the master and the martial artist of the nursing home in front of them, and they are like brothers and sisters.

The white-haired martial artist Li Yanyang Dingqing took a look.

Nakanomiya cannon!

......

When Xu Xiaoxian left the Song family, the thin girl Nuwa Mending Heaven was already asleep.

Drizzle accompanied by autumn winds.

Still.

The night is slightly cool.

Xu Xiaoxian showed his body technique and galloped all the way, and thirty miles was not far.

The mass grave is right in front of you.

A horse-drawn carriage was parked on the side of the road, the carriage was inconspicuous, and four glass lamps hung from the wheel, and the lights were dim. The black tarpaulin wrapped around the bamboo roof of the carriage, but the horses pulling the carriage were first-class horses.

Dark clouds cover snow.

The horses are snow-white, with only a black mane covering the top of their heads.

Wuyun Gaixue is also the top horse in Nanzhan Buzhou, with a thick skeleton and not the best leg strength, but the instant explosive power can throw the sweaty BMW and the jujube red horse out of a few streets.

If it weren't for the white hair all over his body, he would have already become the preferred mount for generals to charge into battle.

On the roof of the carriage stood a woman, carrying a black cloth bag, a slender figure, wearing a long purple dress.

When the autumn rain falls, a purple light mask will appear all over the woman's body, bouncing the drizzle away.

Song Wanwan.

Xu Xiaoxian stood far away, untied the 'bullfighting' on his waist and inserted it in the mud, holding the cloud dragon gun in one hand, the fourth pair of qi engine operation chart of "Dragon Swallowing Water" operated on its own, and Xu Xiaoxian's whole body qi machine rose again and again.

He formed an aura around his body, and the raindrops slipped and were bounced away, turning into mist.

The two looked at each other from a distance.

Eight feet apart.

The qi in Xu Xiaoxian's body became more and more concentrated, and Song Wanwan, who was standing on the roof of the car, looked at him silently.

I don't know how long it took.

Song Wanwan untied the black cloth bag on her back and took out a harp.

Nine strings.

Ordinary harps are seven-stringed, but hers is nine-stringed.

Two more strings, just to kill.

Six-fingered piano demon, Song Wanwan!

A murderous girl.

After Song Wanwan untied the harp, he adjusted the pitch, looked at Xu Xiaoxian and said coldly: "Someone will pay, and I will contribute." It's as simple as that.

If the son doesn't want to listen to the piano, he doesn't care. Unless you smash Wanwan's head, cut off Wanwan's hand playing the piano, or smash Wanwan's piano, I have to stop.

It's hard, though.

If Childe is willing to listen to Wanwan play a song 'Mountains and Flowing Water Meet Bosom Friends', that's the best.

Wanwan just cares, the end of the song, and the people are scattered. ”

Song Wanwan's voice is very soft, and her voice is also very good, but unfortunately there are not many people who have heard it and are still alive.

Xu Xiaoxian said with a smile: "Miss Wanwan has a pair of good hands, and she must also play a good tune." How can I do all those things that burn the piano and cook the cranes? Even if you want to, I'm afraid it's not easy to do. It's better to listen to it. Hug Pushan Immortal Cave Xu Xiaoxian asked the girl to give the song. ”

Song Wanwan still said coldly: "Okay!"

The moment Song Wanwan, who was dressed in purple, sat on the roof of the carriage and put the nine-string harp on his legs, Xu Xiaoxian's internal qi instantly came out of the Huangting Palace and divided into two ways.

Walk the mud pills in one go, heavens.

Go to the dragon and snake in one go, gather the palace.

Xu Xiaoxian held the gun in one hand, and the cloud dragon gun trembled, as if there was a dragon in the gun that was about to break out.

The cloud dragon spear that has been shelved in the Babel Tower of Baopu Mountain for thousands of years and has never recognized the lord is like this, the stronger the gun bearer, the stronger the spirit cloud dragon will be.

Xu Xiaoxian's Zhenyuan is like a river tide, but the six-fingered Song Wanwan is so quiet that he can't do it, and his hands are resting on the strings.

"The mountains and rivers meet the bosom friend, who can listen to the bosom friend?

Where is the heart?

Where are the bosom friends, and where are the bosom friends?"

Song Wanwan's lips opened lightly, and her voice was like heaven.

Xu Xiaoxian moved, ripples under his feet, his figure was so fast that he crossed the sky, he held a gun in one hand, and smashed Huanglong.

A little chilly.

Pierce the night sky.

Cold.

The gun is like a dragon.

Suddenly, the six-fingered Song Wanwan swept across the strings with one hand.

Xu Xiaoxian saw that a crescent moon peeled off from the strings, like the Xijiang Moon illuminating the big river, piercing the tranquility of the night sky and flying in.

A strong qi to the extreme, at the moment when Xu Xiaoxian's cloud dragon spear was about to pierce Song Wanwan's eyebrows, it blew him over.

Xu Xiaoxian's figure flew upside down, his chest like a lightning strike, like a kite with a broken string.

Song Wanwan frowned. Still resting his hands on the strings, he looked at Xu Xiaoxian, who was churning dozens of feet away, and sneered: "Son, please settle down a little." If you are restless, Wanwan will cut off your head and play the piano to give you a ride. ”

Xu Xiaoxian wiped the corners of her mouth, a little fishy.

The six-fingered qin demon Song Wanwan was in the late infancy, and he was in the same realm as the autumn hurricane, so strong?