The mottled light and shadow come from the 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, but it is not the case. The window can only let the eyes pass through. More often, it represents imprisonment, such as the small stone window in the secluded pavilion, which means despair.
That formation is also a prison, it comes out without any warning, and in an instant it will cover the drunkard's whole body, from his face to his green shirt to the pair of cloth shoes on his feet. Once the formation is formed, he will never be able to leave again.
Ning Que was at the other end of the street, aiming at him with an iron bow. If he could not leave the place and was locked by this formation, then the next moment, death would be waiting for him, a death without any accident.
However, just when the formation formed by the mottled light and shadow was just formed, the drunkard moved. He took a step back, and the soles of his shoes landed on the bluestone floor with a soft snap.
The rain splashed slightly, the light and shadow were separated, and then dispersed, along with the bluestone slabs that were broken into pieces by his foot. Then, the stone steps in front of the calligraphy and painting shop collapsed, and the traces of cracks spread quickly.
Amidst the rattling sounds, several huge gaps appeared on the door of the calligraphy and painting shop. Both the doors and the windows were turned into pieces of wood and paper in an instant, the beams were broken, and smoke and dust were rising.
The whole shop collapsed in the smoke and dust just because the drunkard took a step back. The timing of his step back was extremely precise and precise, just before the formation was born.
It seems that he knew that there was a formation in this calligraphy and painting shop a long time ago.
The smoke and dust fell slightly, and the rubble was everywhere. Zhang San and Li Si fell in the corner of the ruins, covered in blood and dust, and they were blown away to the backyard.
The two young men had countless broken bones. The pain was unbearable if they moved even a little bit. However, they were still unwilling to give in. They reached out and groped in the broken bricks for a long time and took out two kitchen knives.
The drunkard turned around and looked at the two young Tang people with indifferent expressions.
Looking down, Zhang San and Li Si vomited blood and found it difficult to stand up again.
"Is this the academy's bureau or yours?"
The drunkard looked at Sangsang who was standing beside the ruins of the butcher shop dozens of feet away, with slightly raised eyebrows and a slight smile. Because all of this has now become a joke to him. Then, his smile gradually
He looked at Chao Xiaoshu who was standing up from the broken wall of the calligraphy and painting shop, and said expressionlessly: "You... want to kill me?"
Chao Xiaoshu walked to the broken stone steps. He dusted off his body, straightened his clothes, and calmly saluted the drunkard, saying: "I am Chao Xiaoshu, so of course I want to kill you."
He is Chao Xiaoshu, and Chao Xiaoshu is from Tang Dynasty, so there are countless reasons for killing drunkards.
"Of course I know you are Chao Xiaoshu."
The drunkard looked at him indifferently and said: "Over the years, we have been neighbors and friends in a small town. You drink tea and I drink wine. Do you really think that I don't know who you are?"
Chao Xiaoshu was silent for a moment and asked: "Since you already knew it, why did you come now?"
"Because I'm very curious about what methods you, or rather the academy, are going to use to kill me. You know, you are a useless person now, and your two helpers are just brave and can't practice... Yes, right
For me, being with you is just a game, a fun game."
The drunkard said: "If you live for a long time, you will inevitably be a little boring. It is rare to meet an interesting person like you and such interesting things. Of course I want to watch more time and see how this game is played."
Then he looked at Sangsang and said, "I think you should understand the feelings of humans like us."
Sangsang said expressionlessly: "I don't understand. I have been with him since I started living. He is a very interesting person. There is nothing boring about living like that."
The person she was talking about was naturally Ning Que.
The drunkard was slightly confused, then laughed, shook his head and said with emotion: "Yes, Haotian got married and gave birth to a child. This world is so crazy, how can it be boring?"
"What about you? What's the fun in this game you prepared for me?"
The drunkard looked at Chao Xiaoshu and said calmly: "Just this formation? Then I will be very disappointed."
Chao Xiaoshu said: "It is indeed a bit simpler, 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 susceptible to decay. The two children and I are both
Ordinary people, even if you see through our identities, you won't be wary... Just like you said, this is just a game, and if you play this game with us, then we may imprison you."
The drunkard was silent for a moment and said: "Who can predict my thoughts so clearly, Mr. Big or Mr. Second?"
Ning Que remained silent until he finally spoke: "It's Third Senior Sister."
"As expected, she is indeed a twenty-three-year-old cicada... I admire her, but I also don't admire her very much."
The drunkard shook his head and said: "She has indeed found my weakness, whether it is physical or psychological, you do have enough opportunities to take action, because I will not use the infinite realm to warn you at any time, and it takes time to change my mind, but she did it
One thing is wrong...this formation is too weak."
He looked at Ning Que and said, "If it's Fan Long, there might be some hope."
Ning Que said: "Even if we could ask Ye Hongyu to take action back then, the moment she appeared in the town was the moment you launched an attack or drifted away, which is meaningless."
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 you are too vigilant."
The alcoholic said: "Yes, so in those first days, I never drank the tea from Boss Chao because I was afraid that he would poison me. I was more accustomed to drinking my own wine."
Ning Que said: "Your habits are actually bad. No wonder you have no friends."
The drunkard smiled. Chao Xiaoshu did not smile. He remembered that the drunkard had started drinking his own tea in the past two years, thinking about the hidden meaning, and remained silent.
The drunkard's smile gradually faded, he looked at Chao Xiaoshu and said calmly: "Yes, I have no friends, the butcher should be regarded as a partner, I also want friends... I have heard the story of the rainy night in the Spring Breeze Pavilion, and I have always thought that you should go
When Lao Bizhai found that little guy, I felt very good. The relationship between you was very interesting, so I also wanted to see if I could become friends with you. We could have tea together and chat about some interesting things."
The story of the Rainy Night in the Spring Breeze Pavilion has long been spread as Ning Quechao and Xiaoshu became famous in the world. It has even become a legend. Coincidentally, the three parties involved are all here today.
They reunited in the small town at the turn of Song and Yan, and they also came to kill people.
Ning Que stood in front of Sangsang.
Chao Xiaoshu stood beside the drunkard.
"It doesn't matter if you lie to me, but why can't you keep lying?"
The drunkard walked up to Chao Xiaoshu, his expression indifferent, and there was a hint of violent emotion in the depths of his eyes. "Since you can't lie to me, and you can't kill me, then what are you still doing alive?"
His voice was calm and cold, but actually very angry. Except for himself, few people could understand why he was so angry - a long career of countless years is not that easy to endure.
"I am a person who is willing to make friends." Chao Xiaoshu looked at him quietly and said.
No one can question his words. Everyone in the world knows that Chao Xiaoshu is the best friend and the best to make friends. He is sincere and generous. He is unsuspicious and unrestrained. Only a person like him can communicate with everyone. His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty was a brother-in-law, so he could just pick a brother like Ning Que from a calligraphy and painting shop on the roadside.
"If you are willing, I can also be friends with you. Although you are too senior and too old, friends have nothing to do with seniority and age, but only have to do with similar interests."
Chao Xiaoshu continued: "I admit that I came to the town to set up a trap to kill you, but after a few years, that trap is no longer a trap. You know that I am Chao Xiaoshu, don't I know that you know me? Is it Chao Xiaoshu? So although I didn’t say it clearly, there is no deception. I even thought about whether I can convince you. If I can, then of course it’s the best. If not, then I don’t owe you anything.”
"Owed? No, you don't owe me anything. I have lived in this world for countless years, met countless insidious and cunning people, experienced countless intrigues, and the ugliest, most deformed, and most perverted things in the world. , so you really think I care about the cup of tea in the shop?"
The drunkard looked at him and said expressionlessly: "Your game is no longer a game for me."
He is one of the top practitioners in the history of the cultivation world. When Chao Xiaoshu was at his peak, he was only in the destiny-knowing state, and now he is no longer able to practice and has become an ordinary person. All he needs to do is look at Chao Xiaoshu, or, Chao Xiaoshu. The little tree is about to die, and neither Ning Que nor Sangsang can stop it.
Chao Xiaoshu returned his gaze calmly and fearlessly, and said: "I said before 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?"
Chao Xiaoshu said: "I am the Bureau."
The drunk raised his eyebrows slightly.
Chao Xiaoshu said again: "I am waiting for the right time."
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Time is the time.
Ning Que has been waiting for an opportunity, waiting for an opportunity where drunkards cannot enter Wuju. He has been waiting for two days and one night, and still has not arrived.
Chao Xiaoshu is also waiting for an opportunity. He has been waiting for several years, but the opportunity he is waiting for is different from that of Ning Que. He is waiting for the opportunity to take the initiative to find him.
The drunkard didn't want to listen anymore. Out of the anger that was hard to explain, and because the two great enemies, Ning Que and Haotian, were on his side, he decided to kill Chao Xiaoshu.
He patted Chao Xiaoshu's chest and abdomen.
Chao Xiaoshu couldn't avoid the great cultivator's attack.
Chao Xiaoshu didn't want to avoid it. He felt the approach of death. Even though he was determined and had already seen through the flowers on the coast, he couldn't help but feel dazed for a moment.
The drunkard's palm fell on his chest and abdomen.
There was a soft hiss, and a sharp sword tip pierced out from his palm!
That is an invisible sword.
The edge of the sword is cold, and the sword's intention is condensed and clear.
Where did this sword come from?
This sword has always been in Xiaoshu's body.
Some people have a ghost in their left eye, some people have a person in their sea of consciousness, some people have a soul in their ring, some people have a sword in their body, and that sword is not hidden in the belly of the fish, but in his belly.
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No matter where the drunkard's palm falls, as soon as the murderous intention comes, the sword will appear.
At this time, the sword broke through his chest and abdomen, and then pierced the drunkard's palm!
This is the sword's self-reaction, this is the gesture of mutual destruction!
The drunkard suddenly turned pale and felt great fear.
He screamed sharply and quickly retreated. After taking a few steps back, his figure had already disappeared.
However, the sword came faster.
The sword edge broke through Chao Xiaoshu's chest and abdomen. It was filled with blood. The invisible edge was condensed by the blood and wind, and then took on substance. With a pop, it penetrated deeply into the drunkard's abdomen!
Alcoholics are indeed some of the fastest people in the world.
But if he stood within one foot in front of Chao Xiaoshu, he would never be able to dodge the sword.
When my senior brother was at the edge of the pond, he didn't dare to stand even one foot in front of this sword.
What kind of sword is this?
It was a sword that was so ordinary that it didn't need to be described deliberately. But it had absolutely killing intent.
This sword comes from the Southern Jin Dynasty Jiange and belongs to the sword master Liu Bai.
This is a sword that Chao Xiaoshu borrowed from Liu Bai.
This is a bureau of the Academy, a sentence from Master.
A gentleman hides his weapon in his body and waits for the time to move.
This sentence is used to describe:
But there is also a simpler explanation: There is a sword hidden in Chao Xiaoshu's body. When the drunkard wants to kill him, the sword will move and kill people.
Utensil refers to something, and at a certain moment, it refers specifically to weapons, especially swords.
Tools are also courage.
Chao Xiaoshu waited for several years just to stab out this sword.
In other words. He has been waiting to die.
This is great courage.
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The drunkard was in extreme pain, his eyes were shocked and confused, and even a little confused.
The sword came too fast and steeply, and it was impossible to avoid it.
He vaguely understood that this was Liu Bai's sword. Yes, in this world, only Liu Bai's sword could be so decisive, so fast, and so leaving no escape route.
If this sword is used, even if he is a drunkard, he will still be seriously injured!
The sword strike towards Xiaoshu cut off 90% of his vitality and shattered his snow mountain energy and sea!
The drunkard's face turned pale and he continued to retreat. His figure continued to fade away.
He doesn't want to die.
He wants to escape.
He slapped his palm onto the street, causing countless smoke, dust and gravel to appear, obscuring Ning Que's sight.
Zhang San and Li Si crawled out of the ruins of the calligraphy and painting shop. They took kitchen knives and slashed wildly, regardless of whether they were chopping gods or Buddhas. When the two young men were chopping, their eyes even blurred.
It's closed.
With two clicks, the kitchen knife cut off the last toe of the drunkard's left foot and the heel of his right foot.
The drunkard was stabbed in the abdomen with blood, his feet were bleeding, and his cloth shoes were wet.
He howled angrily in pain, pulled out seventeen swords from the pot, and stabbed Chao Xiaoshu, Zhang San, and Li Si randomly.
In the night, Sangsang's voice suddenly sounded, and she said two numbers.
From the other side of the smoke, there was a soft buzzing sound.
An arrow shot through the air and accurately hit the drunkard's knee.
Blood spurts.
The drunkard screamed in pain, unable to maintain his balance, and sat down on the ground. The seventeen swords drawn from the pot were scattered on the ground like scattered leaves.
With a bang, the smoke and dust dispersed, and the night became chaotic.
Ning Que rushed to the court, kicked him to the ground, and stepped heavily on his chest with his right foot.
With a crackling sound, the drunkard's sternum was shattered.
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 vitality of heaven and earth to try to get out of trouble.
Ning Que drew his iron bow and took aim. The iron bow was as curved as the full moon, and the iron arrows on the string were as cold as frost.
In fact, no aiming is required.
The cold arrows hit the drunkard's forehead directly.
No matter who it is, the shot will not miss.
In the previous battle, the drunkard told him, if you have the ability, shoot me.
Ning Que said at this time: "If you have the ability, just dodge this arrow.
There was a soft buzzing sound.
The iron arrow left the string and pierced the drunkard's brow.
A very deep arrow hole appeared on the street of the town.
The iron arrows hit the ground without leaving a trace.
The drunkard's head also disappeared without a trace, turning into a piece of blood.
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(I like to shoot the sword in Xiaoshu’s body, I like to shoot the drunkard’s knees with an arrow, and my favorite thing is to shoot the arrow against the drunkard’s eyebrows and make up stories. It’s really a good job, although it’s tiring. Please vote for the month.)