"Tai Chi Wuji!"

The muffled sound like thunder, the splendor like light, and the dazzling fireworks have long made people unable to see the landscape in the ring, the frantic air currents, the constant explosion, the earth is trembling, and the sky is wailing......

Someone seems to have heard that on the high mountains in the distance, there are beasts roaring at the rising red sun, and the birds from the Bauhinia Mountain have startled the sky, the most beautiful morning sun!

"This sword can be regarded as a generation of grandmasters!"

Liu Chen stood in the air, his torn robe was fluttering like the wind, and he closed his eyes carefully, he was waiting for the ring under him, waiting for the young man in the ring. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Poof...... Ahem, ahem!"

In the ruins, a thin figure got up, as if he was not used to his current appearance, Qu Haoran stumbled forward a few steps, looked down at the torn Taoist robe on his body, he was a little confused, a little sad......

He was distracting, describing himself as embarrassed, he could feel that Liu Chen's sword had emptied all the vitality in the sea of qi, but he smiled bitterly, because of himself, while defending this sword, he also let all the vitality in the eight veins of the Qi Jing disappear.

"Three years ago, Beigong told me to let me use this sword to prove my existence, since then, I haven't used this sword very seriously, this is the opening sword of the nine swords of asking water, after opening the door, I can see the mountain, see the high place of the mountain, there is water to ask the sword!"

"Thank you!" The unstoppable blood passed through Qu Haoran's fingers, staining his chest red, but it couldn't hit his Dao heart, "The existence of the prince is already deeply understood...... Ahem...... Please...... Third sword, please!"

The boy stood alone in the scorched earth, slowly, he raised his head with great pride, the warm light of the rising sun was obliquely reflected on the side of his face, about his unyielding, about his heat, enough to make the summer of the fifteenth year of the apocalypse, dyed with a touch of perseverance and glory......

"Why don't you attack?"

"I've already played all my cards, ahem...... I want to see your last sword, my lord...... After reading this sword...... I want to go home!"

The trembling voice spread throughout the square from the depths of the ruins, and everyone was silent, and the silent pathos was long beyond words......

"Home?" The fine light on his fingers flashed, the Qiushui Sword disappeared, Liu Chen chuckled faintly, leaned over and stared at the young man's face, for a long time, his gaze was a little complicated, and different emotions began to cleanse his heart that had long lost its temperature.

"More than ten years ago, my father took me back to Cangzhou Province, in the only remaining memory, about the Tibetan Soldier Valley, it was a lingering bright red, remember that day, the uncle took me to the sword platform, that is the highest place of the Sword Mountain, but also the highest peak of Cangzhou, from there to look down, the entire Tibetan Soldier Valley, is like being covered with a layer of blood-red coat......"

"Uncle told me that there is no rain in the Tibetan Soldier Valley, and even if there is, people will not think it is rain, walking on the winding mountain road of Jianshan, what falls on your shoulders is never the trace of cold and complicated wetness, there will only be boundless red frost, which will reflect your body red......

The people in front of the Xuanwu Gate raised their eyes to look at Liu Chen, listening to what King Canglan said, everything about Cangzhou. Some people have closed their eyes, and in the depths of their memories, they are carefully touching the softest places in their hearts.

"There are swordsmen, come west with a sword, Chang'an is not a hometown, hometown, autumn is strong!"

The wind came to the western mountains, and it was cold at first.

I don't know where the red maple came from, one by one, dyed the palace walls of the imperial city red.

The sorrow of not knowing where to go, little by little, mottled the sadness of the traveler.

The earth is coming in autumn, and it is like a separation.

There are swordsmen in Chang'an, who will return with a sword, return to Xixi, where are the flowers pouring plain makeup......

There are returnees in the hometown, and they sing the piano at night, come and come, and the mountains have red frost and water and swords......

"Hahahaha!"

The young Taoist priest seemed to be crazy, and the long sword fell to the ground, but he burst into tears, and raised his head, and the reddest and brightest light frost fell aimlessly on his cheeks, wetting his tears and bending his waist.

Dreaming back to Fengcheng, on Suzaku Street, the eyes are full of red......

"This sword, given to you, may this heart be at peace, it is my hometown!"

"Immeasurable, Tianzun!"

Qu Haoran sat cross-legged, his body no longer staggered, and he closed his eyes gently, solemn but no longer confused.

"The first fight, the second game, Cangzhou Liuchen, win!"

There was no applause, no cheers, when Liu Chen's figure disappeared in mid-air, the red maple falling from the sky disappeared immediately, only where the red maple passed, the marks all over the ground, and the hideous sword light...... When I realized it later, the autumn mood of the Canglan King was strong, as if he had never come.

Wuyi Lane, General's Mansion.

At the scene when the red maple was about to dissipate, Beigong Fu was quick to catch a leaf of light frost, and looked at it carefully for a long time, Queen Canglan smiled, turned back and said to the lady in the house who was deeply in memory: "It's a good autumn, and now, the palace is starting to miss Chao Ge a little!"

"Why am I so in pain that I want to cry?"

was held tightly by Beigong Fu, Xu Yuyao woke up from her dream, but as everyone knows, two lines of tears bypassed her cheeks, and the inexplicable convulsions made her heart twist.

"Hurry up and pack up, the king...... Homesick!"

......

"Without that hysterical pain, where would there be such a wonderful sword move?"

Playing with the red maple in his hand, Beigong Yu's eyes were slightly red, and as soon as he shook his head, he dispelled all the negative emotions in his heart, smiled bitterly, and looked back at Liu Bai with a stunned face, Beiguo Shenjian looked a little distressed, "Liu Chen's sword actually made me see more than forty years ago, damn it, your sword really hurt me!"

"I want to be quiet, you stinky boy......"

In the blink of an eye, Lord Sword Saint disappeared in front of Beigong Yu.

With tears, the little monk counted the pile of silver tickets won back in his hand, slowly got up, he no longer paid attention to the "extralegal fanatics" who were immersed in dreams, turned around and left the stands, he chased Liu Chen in the direction he left and drifted away, and the intermittent sobs along the way made his steps heavier and heavier.

In the most luxurious wing room of Wangjiang Tower, Wu Tong was still in a coma, and Liu Chen was curled up in the corner by the window in despair, his upper body was naked, and the clear outline was full of scars.

Qu Haoran's Tai Chi was enough to make Liu Chen bruised all over his body in the fight for several hours......

"Brother Chen!" quietly walked to Liu Chen's side, the room did not open the window, it seemed a little dim, a little depressed, the little monk hesitated for a long time, then wiped away his tears, slowly leaned over, choked up: "In the future, can you not use this sword......

Liu Chen raised his head and didn't speak, just looked at the little monk's green and still side face so lightly.

"This sword makes me desperate...... I'm almost ...... I can't remember ...... The flowers in Los Angeles are scented......"

"Next time the spring flowers bloom, I'll take you to see it!"

"It's useful!" the little monk sneered, kept snorting, and complained: "Buddha, I am the one who wants to be the grand duke...... These damn sorrows are detrimental to the identity of the future Grand Duke!"

"Smack!"

A slap landed on the back of the little monk's head, and the small bare light bulb kept shaking in the dim room, shaking the exhausted Liu Chen to sleep...... (To be continued.) )