Nightfall

The mottled light and shadow come from the wisps of flowers on the window paper.

The door is the passage from the house to the outside world, and the window seems to be the same. In fact, the window can only let the eyes pass. More often, it represents imprisonment, such as the small stone window in the Youge, which means despair.

Was also imprisoned, and he was born without warning. He would cover the body of the drunkard in an instant, from the face to the blue shirt to the pair of shoes on his feet. Once he was in formation, he would never be able to leave.

Ning Que was on the other side of the street, holding an iron bow and aiming at him. If he could not leave the place and was locked up by this formation, then the next moment, what was waiting for him was death, and there was no accidental death.

However, just when the formation formed by the mottled light and shadow had just formed, the drunkard moved. He took a step back, and the sole of the shoe fell on the blue stone floor, making a crackling sound.

The rain was slightly splashed, the light and shadow were detached, and then spread out. With the blue stone slabs that were crushed by his foot, they spread apart. Immediately after, the stone steps in front of the calligraphy and painting shop collapsed, and the traces of cracking quickly spread.

In the clatter of the chaos, several huge gaps appeared on the door of the calligraphy and painting shop. Both the door and the window turned into shredded wood and pieces of paper, beams of wood were broken, and the dust was smashed.

The whole shop collapsed in the smoke, just because the drunkard took a step back. The timing of his step back was extremely delicate and accurate, at the time when the formation was born.

It seems that long ago, he knew that there was a place in this painting and calligraphy shop.

Smoke fell slightly, rubble was everywhere, messy, Zhang San and Li Si fell in the corner of the ruins, covered with blood, covered with dust, actually flew to the backyard.

The bones of the two young men didn't know how many bones were broken. When they moved slightly, the pain was unbearable, but they were still unwilling to reach out and touched two kitchen knives in the broken brick for a long time.

The drunkard turned and looked at the two young Tang people, his expression indifferent.

Looked down on Zhang San and Li Si puffed up blood, it was hard to stand up again.

"Is this the academy's bureau, or yours?"

The drunkard looked at Sang Sang beside the ruins of the butcher shop, dozens of feet away, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was a smile, because all of this has now become a joke for him. Then he smiled gradually, looking to the face of Xiaoxiaoshu who stood up from the wall of the calligraphy and painting shop without expression: "You ... want to kill me?"

Walked towards the small tree next to the broken stone steps, took off the dust on the body, organized the clothes, and saluted the drinker calmly and said, "I am the small tree, and I will kill you naturally."

He is Chao Xiaoshu, and Chao Xiaoshu is a Tang Dynasty, and there are countless ways to kill a drunkard.

"I, of course, know that you are Chao Xiaoshu."

The drunkard looked at him indifferently, and said, "In these years, we have been making neighborhoods in the town for friends, you drink tea, I drink, do you really think I don't know who you are?"

Silenced towards Xiaoshu for a moment, and asked, "Since I already know, why is it now?"

"Because I'm curious, what method are you, or the college preparing to kill me, to know that you are a waste person now, your two gang workers are brave and will not practice ... Yes, come to me Say, interacting with you is a game, a fun game. "

The drunkard said: "If you live for a long time, it will inevitably be a bit boring. It is rare to meet such an interesting person as you. Such an interesting thing. Of course I want to watch more time and want to see how this game is played."

Then he looked at Sang Sang and said, "I think you should understand our human feeling very well."

Sang Sang said with a blank expression: "I don't understand. I have been with him since I started living. He is a very interesting person, so alive, there is nothing boring."

What she said was naturally Ning Que.

The drunkard was slightly confused, then smiled, shaking his head and said with emotion: "Yeah, Haotian married, and gave birth to a child. This world is so crazy, where is it boring?"

"What about you? What's the fun of this game you prepared for me?"

The drunkard looked at Zhao Xiaoshu and said calmly: "Just like this formation? Then I will be very disappointed."

Zhao Xiaoshu said: "It's really simple, but we all think it should be useful ... Your biggest weakness is your body, your body is not much different from ordinary people, and it is even more prone to decay. Both of me and those two children Ordinary people, even if you see through our identity, you will not be vigilant ... as you said, this is just a game, you will accompany us to play this game, then we may imprison you. "

The drunkard was silent for a moment, and said, "Can I count my mind so clearly, is it Mr. Da or Mr. Er?"

Ning Que hasn't spoken yet. Only then did she say: "It's the third sister."

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"Sure enough it is the twenty-three years of cicadas ... admire, but also very disappointed."

The drunkard shook his head and said, "She did find my weakness. Whether you are physically or mentally, you do have plenty of opportunities to shoot, because I will not use countless realms to alert you at all times. It takes time to move my mind, but she does One thing is wrong ... this formation is too weak. "

He looked at Ning Que and said, "If it is a fan cage, or there is some hope."

Ning Que said: "Even if we could ask Ye Hongyu to shoot, the moment she appeared in the town was the moment you attacked, or drifted away, it didn't make sense.

The drunkard said: "So this is a contradiction. Ordinary people can get close to me, but they have no power to kill me."

Ning Que said: "You are too afraid of death, so too alert."

The drinker said: "Yes, so in the first days, I never drank tea to the boss, because I was afraid of poisoning him, I still used to drink my own wine."

Ning Que said: "Your habits are not good, no wonder there are no friends."

The drunkard smiled.

Zhao Xiaoshu didn't smile. He remembered that the drunkard had already started to drink his own tea in the past two years, thinking of the hidden meaning in between, silent.

The drinker smiled gradually and looked at Zhao Xiaoshu calmly and said: "Yes, I have no friends, butcher should be considered a partner, I also want friends ... I have heard the story of the rainy night in the spring wind pavilion, I always think you go Lao Bi Zhai felt very good when looking for that little guy. The interaction between you is very interesting, so I also want to see if I can become a friend with you, drink tea together, and talk about something interesting. "

The story of Chunfengting Rainy Night, with the fame of Ning Quechao and Xiaoshu in the world, has already spread, and has even become a legend. Coincidentally, the three parties are here today.

They reunited in the town at the turn of Song Yan, also to kill.

Ning Que stood in front of Sang Sang.

Stood next to the drunkard towards Xiaoshu.

"It doesn't matter if you cheat me, but why can't you keep cheating?"

The drunkard walked to the front of the small tree, his expression was indifferent, and there was a tyrannical emotion deep in his eyes. "Since you can't lie to me, and you can't kill me, then, what are you doing alive?"

His voice was calm and cold, but he was actually very angry. Apart from himself, few people can understand why he is so angry-countless years of long careers are not so easy to suffer.

"I am a person willing to make friends." Zhao Xiaoshu looked at him quietly and said.

No one can question his sentence. The whole world knows that Chao Xiaoshu is the best friend and best to make friends. He is sincere and atmospheric, undoubtedly people, very chic, only people like him can be The emperor Tang's brothers were commensurate with each other, and they could pick them in the roadside painting and calligraphy shop, and they picked a brother like Ning Que.

"If you want, I can also be friends with you. Although your seniority is too high and your age is too old, friends have always been irrelevant to seniority, only related to the same interests."

Chao Xiaoshu continued: "I admit that I came to the town to set up an bureau to kill you, but after a few years, that bureau has actually not become a bureau. You know that I am Chao Xiaoshu, don't I know that you know me It ’s Chao Xiaoshu? So it ’s unclear, but there is no deception. I even thought about whether I can convince you. If it can, then it ’s naturally best. If it ca n’t, then I do n’t owe you anything. ”

"Debt? No, you don't owe me anything. I have lived in this world for countless years. I have seen countless insidious and cunning people, experienced countless intrigues, and the most ugly, deformed, and perverted things in the world. , So you really thought I would care about that cup of tea in the shop? "

The drunkard looked at him and said blankly: "Your game, for me, is no longer a game."

He is one of the most zenith practitioners in the history of spiritual practice. When he was at the pinnacle of Xiaoshu, he was only a destiny, and now he can no longer practice, and he has become an ordinary person. He only needs to glance at Zhao Xiaoshu, or Zhao Xiaoshu will die. No matter Ning Que or Sang Sang, it is difficult to stop all this.

Looked back at Xiaoshu calmly and fearlessly and said, "I said earlier that this game is no longer a game, but when you want to kill me, this game will reappear."

The drunkard said, "What do you mean?"

Said to Xiaoshu: "I am the game."

The drunkard raised his eyebrows slightly.

Said again to Xiaoshu: "I am staying at the time."

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Is the time.

Ning Que has been waiting for a time, waiting for the time when the drunkard can not enter the distance, he has waited for two days and nights, and still has not waited.

Chao Xiaoshu is also waiting for a time. He has been waiting for several years, but the time he waits is different from that of Ning Que. He is waiting for that time to find himself.

The drunkard didn't want to listen anymore. Out of the anger that was difficult to explain, and because the two enemies Ning Que and Hao Tian were on the side, he decided to kill Chao Xiaoshu.

He shot toward Xiao Shuo's chest and abdomen.

The shots of the great practitioners cannot be avoided by Xiaoshu.

Chao Xiaoshu didn't want to avoid it. He felt the coming of death. Even if he was determined, and had already seen the flowers of the coast, he couldn't help but have a trance.

The palm of the drunkard fell between his chest and abdomen.

Snorted softly, a sharp blade pointed from his palm!

That is an invisible sword.

Jianfeng is cold, and his sword is condensed and clear.

Where did this sword come from?

This sword has been in the body of Zhao Xiaoshu.

Some people have a ghost in their left eye, some people have a person in the sea, some people have a soul in their ring, some people have a sword in their body, that sword is not hidden in the fish belly, but in his belly .

No matter where the palm of the drunkard falls, as long as the killing intention comes, the sword will appear.

At this time, the sword broke his chest and abdomen, and then pierced the palm of the drunkard!

This is the self-reaction of the sword, this is the attitude of all burning!

The drunkard suddenly paled and felt great fear.

He screamed loudly and quickly backed away, and after a few steps back, his figure had become virtual.

However, the sword came faster.

Jianfeng broke open the chest and abdomen towards the small tree, with blood, and the invisible edge was held by the blood and the wind, and it was held. With a puff, it penetrated deeply into the belly of the drunkard!

The drunkard is indeed one of the fastest in the world.

But when he stood within a foot of Xiao Xiaoshu, he could not escape the sword.

When the master was at the edge of the lake, he did not dare to stand in front of the sword.

What kind of sword is this?

It was a sword that was so ordinary that it was not necessary to describe it deliberately, but it was absolutely murderous.

This sword, from the sword pavilion in the Southern Jin Dynasty, belongs to Liu Bai, the sword saint.

This is a sword borrowed from Xiaobai to Liu Bai.

This is a bureau of the academy, a sentence from Confucius.

The gentleman hides himself in his body and moves from time to time.

Is used to describe:

But there is also a simpler explanation: A sword is hidden in Xiao Shuo ’s body. When the drunkard wants to kill him, the sword will move and kill.

Weapons, things also refer to weapons at certain times, especially swords.

Tool is also courage.

Waited for Xiaoshu for several years just to stab the sword.

In other words, he has been waiting to die.

This is Dayong.

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The drunkard was extremely painful, his eyes were shocked, and he was even a little confused.

This sword came too fast and too steep to avoid.

He vaguely understood that this is Liu Bai's sword. Yes, in this world, only Liu Bai's sword can be so decisive, so fast, and so no future.

This sword comes out, even if he is a drunkard, he must be seriously injured!

The sword towards Xiaoshu cut off his 90% vitality and broke his snowy mountains and sea!

The drunkard's face continued to recede, and his figure continued to blur.

He didn't want to die.

He wanted to escape.

He shot the street with a palm, and shook countless dust and gravel, covering Ning Que's sight.

Zhang San and Li Si came out from the ruins of the calligraphy and painting shop with rollers and crawled, holding a kitchen knife, they were chopping wildly, regardless of whether it was a **** or a buddha, when the two young men chopped, even their eyes Is closed.

Clicked twice, the kitchen knife cut off the tail toe of the left foot of the drunkard, and the heel of the right foot.

The drunkard had a sword in his abdomen, blood was flowing crosswise, his feet were also bleeding, and his shoes were wet.

He howled angrily, pulled out seventeen swords from the pot, and stabbed at Chao Xiaoshu and Zhang Sanli indiscriminately.

At night, Sang Sang's voice suddenly sounded, and she said two numbers.

There was a buzzing sound from the smoke and dust.

A feather arrow came through the sky and shot the drunkard's knee accurately.

Blood shot.

The drunkard shouted in pain, unable to maintain his balance, and sat down on the ground. The seventeen swords drawn from the pot were scattered like scattered leaves on the ground.

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Ning fled to the field, kicked him to the ground with one foot, and stepped on his chest with his right foot.

The crack of the drunkard's sternum broke.

The drunkard gasped, his eyes full of unwillingness and anger.

He still doesn't want to die, he wants to live.

He desperately summoned the strength of the world and tried to escape.

Ning Que pulled the iron bow to aim, the iron bow bent like a full moon, and the iron arrow on the string was cold as frost.

In fact, there is no need to aim.

Cold arrows cluster directly against the drinker's eyebrows.

No matter who it is, it will not miss.

In the previous battle, the drunkard told him that if he had the ability, you would shoot me.

Ning Que said at this time: "If you have the ability, you can avoid this arrow.

Buzzed softly.

The iron arrow left the string and pierced the brow of the drunkard.

On the street of the town, an extremely deep arrow hole appeared.

The iron arrow went into the ground without a trace.

The head of the drunkard also disappeared and disappeared into a piece of blood.

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