laughing soul

As soon as he put down these words, Shaman Chuanmu's old face full of resentment suddenly flashed a moment of astonishment, but it was covered up by the old fox skillfully, and then said coldly: "The village master of Wugu is with me again." What's the relationship? The scourge caused by the stupid things committed by your predecessors, is it possible that you still come to me to ask the teacher?"

From the eyes of ordinary people, Shaman Chuanmu's expression was as cold as ice from the beginning to the end, but Qiu Sheng was not.Although it was said that lighting the lamp and cooking oil overnight hurt the eyes of the Lord Long Live, but behind this person there is an expert to guide him, not to mention the treasures of the world who are offering a hundred taels of gold and eight catties of medicine. , if there is nothing to do, he is willing to watch Qiu Sheng, who is naturally afraid of hardship, drink medicine. After three or two years, the precious medicine has almost never been broken. Clairvoyance, even in an extremely uncomfortable situation, it is more than enough to observe the shaman Chuanmu's not very clever little expression.

Not far from the handsome tent, the sound of the dead soldiers and the copper and iron dummies can still be heard. Qiu Sheng can't trust the soldiers and horses trained by the other party for a long time. , his heart was quite a bit unscrupulous and arrogant, and his physical strength really did not allow him to spend more time with the shaman Chuanmu, raised his eyebrows and said: "You offered that old poisonous insect like a Bodhisattva, so you know she has a wound inside her." What's the plan? Brother Chuanmu, I've seen you as smart and smart all your life, but have you ever foreseen that the festival will not be guaranteed tonight? Why are you going to stumble in such a small gutter?"

After finishing the only two polite words, it obviously didn't have any effect. Qiu Sheng narrowed his eyes and clenched the Chengying Sword, turned the sword, and secretly raised his strength, only to feel that he could still use five or six points of his usual strength. With internal strength, I knew that further delay would only make things worse, so I made a decisive decision and slashed down with a sword: "I have offended you!"

If at this time Qiu Sheng was still the high-spirited young man who didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth three or five years ago, and believed that he could turn the world upside down with his own power, then even though Shaman Chuanmu was already a fool, he would It's not necessarily impossible to compete with it one or two, and it's not impossible to tidy up people with cleverness.

But it is different now, from the previous fight with the Southern Camp Fire Army, a little bit can be seen, although a young man of this age has changed a lot every year, but after a while, the difference is no longer the same.But this little bastard was taught by some kind of expert, and he was reborn in this mere few years. In front of his eyes, he still had a handsome face that was only a little bit tougher than before. Shaman Chuanmu actually didn't recognize him.

Raising his hand to catch his relentless killing move, he suddenly realized that the enemy standing in front of him was no longer a boy at that time, but a man with indomitable abilities.

What's more, this lunatic didn't know what terrible stimulation he had received. He was bruised and bruised all the way, but he still had the ability to use all his strength to play such a trick. No matter how arrogant the shaman Chuanmu was, he was still I have to admit that I am indeed no match for this kid right now.

Even if Qiu Sheng's combat effectiveness would gradually decline over time, locking the old man's throat with a long sword was only a matter of twenty moves.

Shaman Chuanmu has a variety of stink problems, but there is only one obvious advantage, that is, he is very self-aware, especially when he is in danger.

He backed up a few steps quickly, and the two of them had passed no less than ten moves in the fast-moving wind. Seeing that Qiu Sheng had clearly gained the upper hand, Shaman Chuanmu raised his right arm to support the Chengying sword, and his legs brushed each other flexibly. With a single step, he moved to the small table in the tent in the blink of an eye, with a dexterous twist of the whole body, his left hand quickly passed over the table, and he didn't know what kind of thing he was holding in his hand. Flipping his palms, he rushed towards Qiu Sheng.

When he turned his body and moved towards the small table, Qiu Sheng already sensed that something was wrong, his mind reacted, and he hurriedly retreated like the wind under his feet, but he didn't know it was too late, avoiding the vital part of the neck, but it was too late to completely withdraw his body , his eyes were completely covered by a handful of white powder.

A sharp and blunt pain swept across the entire eyeball in an instant, Qiu Sheng's right hand couldn't hold it up immediately, and had no choice but to send the tip of the sword into the depths of the sandy ground, his eyebrows and eyes were buried deep in the palm of his hand, and a few drops of blood and tears were faintly oozing out. Come.

The pain of scraping bones and shaving flesh was excruciating, but the sweaty young man knelt in the loess, and a thick and long groan rolled out from the depths of his throat. He almost exhausted all the endurance he had accumulated throughout his life, and he was able to bear it just now. The urge to dig out his eyes from the eye sockets, his five fingers deeply buried in the soil and rubbed them for a long time, scraped off several layers of flesh and blood, but he suddenly didn't know what the pain was. .

The pain was excruciating, and he could only rely on his willpower to forcefully repeat in his mind: "Ah Yu's medical skills are supernatural, as long as these eyes are kept a little bit, he will definitely find a way... He must never follow this villain's wishes... "

He didn't have time to think about such trivial issues as "whether I can see that person again in this life", he only knew that there was a sharp pain in his abdomen, and the next moment his body flew up lightly, fell heavily beside the pillar of the room, and forced himself to choke. Several mouthfuls of warm blood.

The spine slammed into the stone pillar uncontrollably, and the outcome of such a contest will naturally be decided. There was a blood-red mist in front of Qiu Sheng's eyes, and he was caught off guard by a burst of bone-piercing pain behind him. He let out a vicious growl, and a thin layer of Muscles trembled all at once, Junxiu's face was completely distorted by bursts of severe pain, all seven orifices were almost bleeding out all at once.The buckle of the light-armored helmet was knocked open by some impact. At this time, it drooped pitifully on his head, and a few strands of long hair that had been soaked in blood for a long time were exposed in the gap, condensed into a ball, and clinging to his head. The profile of the wounded face was not much different from those of the soldiers shrouded in horse leather, but unexpectedly they were still breathing.

Most of the consciousness has already been withdrawn, but for some reason, the right hand is still tightly grasping the hilt of Chengying Sword, and refuses to let go for a moment.

"Qiu Zizhan..."

Shaman Chuanmu was almost dumbfounded.

The handful of medicinal powder that Cai just sprinkled out in a hurry is called Huajing Powder, which is intended to dissolve the yin and yang essence in the internal organs, six internal organs, six internal organs, ears, eyes, mouth and nose, in order to quickly destroy the ingenious and half immovable balance between them, so that an unimaginable balance can be produced in an instant. The pain is unimaginable for those who take the medicine.According to the pharmacist, the pain of Chinese medicine can be compared to breaking six ribs at the same time, and it can force the poisoned person to dig up the body organs by himself, resulting in irreparable damage.Although the toxicity is not very strong, it is indeed a rare and insidious thing in the world.

Shaman Chuanmu has tried this medicine on countless death row prisoners one by one. There are not a few people who have become popular and demons. Press it hard, and you can hold a knife in your hand.

With such a terrifying face in front of him, Shaman Chuanmu had a rare moment to think about how to defeat the enemy in the next step. After being shocked, he actually gave birth to some indescribable admiration for this young man. If you practice for another hundred or eighty years, you don't even want to develop such a romantic spirit that is so life-or-death.

This man really doesn't take his precious life seriously. Although he doesn't know what caused this little brat to suddenly have some ordinary thoughts of pity for his life, but the world often says "a dog can't change eating shit", and his words are not rude Uncle Qiu is the stubborn donkey who bears the brunt of it.

When his sanity is still a little bit, he can still rely on the many acquired thoughts, and he is more or less tied to the outlandish and outlandish ideas. After such a huge change, he wished that even his life would be here together. His nature is deeply rooted in his bones. The bad roots in the seams are revealed, and they become unscrupulously arrogant.

The left hand covering her abdomen turned and tore off a long piece of cloth, and her right hand tightly grasped the Chengying sword and refused to let go. Qiu Sheng tied the tattered piece of cloth crookedly to her eyes with only one hand, and a few lines of blood and tears instantly Then he dyed the white cloth strips bright red, and his distorted face looked like a ghost.

I really don't know where he got the strength, but the veins on his right wrist are bulging, and the knife is already in front of him, the corners of his pale lips are slightly raised, as if he is listening to the wind to determine the enemy's position, but within half a moment, the evil The unrestrained smile widened creepily, and the words fluttered down with a loud sound, without any pretensions, and they were immediately stabbed at the chest.

"Got you."

His voice still trembled a little, but the murderous aura was even more bloody in front of the shaman Chuanmu.

Qiu Sheng lost all vision, and felt a sense of fearlessness, as if the gate of hell had opened in front of him, and he had already fought as if he was half dead.

The battle of life and death was looming before his eyes, and he couldn't help but spare some free time to think about other things, and only a few words the size of a copper bell were left with his head and heart full.

To win, win no matter what.

There are people in my hometown who are waiting to return, but Yunhu will not return?

"prick--"

Swords intersected and made ear-piercing screams, Qiu Sheng coughed heavily, and vomited out the blood remaining in his lungs. The dagger next to the boots frowned and listened carefully for a moment, only to hear some strange and unnatural noises amidst the rustle of the wind, which seemed to be the light sound of Nanban's unique sheepskin boots falling on the sand of the handsome tent and slowly grinding. The blade in his hand was already out, and it smashed into the warm flesh without accident, he stabbed the Chengying sword hard on the ground, pulled his right hand over his left wrist and turned it hard, and heard a clear cry of pain coming from the top of his head, it was too late Self-satisfied, he turned around a few steps and backed away, narrowly dodging Shaman Chuanmu's back move, sweeping away the corner of his clothes that showed through the light armor.

Shaman Chuanmu was stabbed directly into the lower abdomen by him. It should have never been close to the internal organs and it would not be a big problem, but who knew that the blind man had the intention to dig the wound a whole circle around, only to feel that the gap between the spleen and stomach There was a burst of burning and severe pain, followed by dizziness and unbearable dizziness, the stomach pouch suddenly tightened a few times, and the exit was actually a puddle of indistinguishable blood.

"Suffer to death!"

Qiu Sheng frowned, and turned around to dodge Shaman Chuanmu's blow, which was much weaker and weaker than before, but became worried about other things.

Within a mile, there was a strange sound.

When the two ten-thousand-foot bows were cast, the craftsman selected the finest Xueqianli bone and polished it carefully for 81 days. After it was built, it was placed in the Qingquan Pool of Zhanshan Temple. According to the words of the old monk Only by collecting the brilliance of the sun and the moon can the essence of this bow be fully stimulated. The double bows are definitely not vulgar objects.

It took another 64-[-] [-] days to enter the water. During this period, the two bows accompanied each other from the beginning to the end. They were originally made of the same magnet. For some reason, after these days passed, there was a magnetic attraction that is hard to understand in the world. The two bowed and leaned against each other tightly, and they even made a pleasant and slight whisper.

This sound is said to be low-pitched, but in fact it is simply the humming of mosquitoes. Only those who use a bow can appreciate the wonderful and leisurely part of it. And it depends on fate, let alone appreciate and appreciate its mysteries.

Therefore, the shaman Chuanmu naturally didn't hear this small sound that was almost negligible, but Qiu Sheng noticed something was wrong the moment the movement came closer, and then subconsciously shrunk his neck.

He was out of sight and out of mind, and the shaman Chuanmu who was clutching his stomach and enduring the pain was not blind. When he saw Uncle Qiu Sheng who was still unwilling to bow his head after being shot in the dark, he showed such a show of weakness. Before the knife took advantage of the danger, he even suspected that it was a sharp arrow shot from behind Qiu Sheng, so he lowered his head without thinking.

As soon as the angle of view changed, it happened to be aimed at Qiu Sheng's face. Shaman Chuanmu was almost dumbfounded after just a brief glance.

The bloodthirsty demon who killed three thousand enemies without turning back lowered his head at this time, showing an almost gentle smile, such a warm and soft expression coupled with his blood-drenched face, unexpectedly An indescribable deep-seated affection.His cheeks twitched slightly, the corners of his eyes were moist, and blood and tears flowed out through two layers of cloth towels.

It was like burning cinnabar, burning Long Live Lord's face without a piece of meat, flowing along the collar and burning to the heart.

Shaman Chuanmu was lost for a moment in that look, but it was only a short breath, but there really was a feathered arrow coming across the sky, the arrow shone with a slight cold light, and came through the wind.

Such a distance was only enough to avoid the vital point, the shaman Chuanmu turned his body, took the arrow with his right shoulder, and immediately vomited a stream of blood from the pain.

He raised his head ferociously, the only tactic he could use at this moment was to attack with his eyes, who knew that this tactic had not yet been sent out, but was unexpectedly turned back by the opponent without hesitation.

Chu Yu was riding the snow thousands of miles in the air, and he was shot by an arrow. At this moment, he had rolled over and dismounted. He stood tall in front of him, his face was sleepy and expressionless. He was gazing at the prey in front of him with the eyes of a dead man.Two ten-thousand-foot bows overlapped on the horse's back and put them away. He turned around and drew his long knife out of its sheath. When he turned his head, his smile was as if it had been put on it, which made people tremble with fear. His red mouth and white teeth seemed like impermanence was asking for his life. .

Shaman Chuanmu swayed for a long time, finally stood firm, and reluctantly hummed: "What? Master Qiu still wants to help?"

Qiu Sheng was still kneeling on the ground and didn't stand up straight. He heard that he was about to stand up and say a few words, but a pair of hands lightly tapped his shoulders. The man obviously didn't use half of his strength, but he pressed down like a thousand weights. Can't get up again.

Chu Yu's warm breath lingered in his ears, and his voice was so gentle that it made Qiu Sheng's hair stand on end: "I'm late, your Majesty has the right to rest for a while, how about I serve as your majesty's pawn?"

If this kind of gentle tone, which can be said to be throwing himself into his arms, is normal, it is simply the iron blessing of eight lifetimes of cultivation, but right now, Uncle Qiu, who enjoys the soft fragrance and soft jade, is actually unable to sit still Ann, it seems that his body is covered with all kinds of big ants.It can be seen that people really can't do bad things, otherwise, eating a piece of good meat at home will have to worry about grinding teeth, and it can't be tired anymore.

Qiu Sheng, who had just been fighting the shaman Chuanmu on the front line of life and death, was still not sweating. The moment he was sure that the person who came was his wife, all the sweat pores from the top of the head to the soles of the feet became active all over the place. The clothes were drenched in cold sweat in the blink of an eye, sticking to her body like a layer of garlic skin, and the steel and iron bones of her body were immediately softened, and she wished she could tilt her legs and kneel down to Chu Yu's mistake.

After sleeping, he ran away after slapping his butt, and tried to order his servants to prescribe medicine and other stupid things. As soon as Qiu Sheng came out of the handsome tent with a smirk, he began to regret it non-stop.I have forgotten a lot during the war, but now I have added everything back, and I might as well cover my head and fall to the ground and pretend to be dead.

The hooligan uncle Qiu Sheng collapsed on the ground without any hesitation, his bloody and handsome face was covered with the words "I am a wounded number", and the expression of swallowing a few flies was tied to his face. The crumbling cloth strips, the bad effect is simply at its peak.Chu Yu just glanced at him, then frowned fiercely, then withdrew his hand without leaving a trace, turned around to meet the hatred gaze of the upper shaman Chuanmu, who was almost on fire, raised his wrist, and turned the handle of the knife lightly , the voice was cold: "Is the patriarch still planning to fight to the death? The junior is not talented, and I would like to learn from this lunatic."

The expression on Shaman Chuanmu's face was suddenly complicated and difficult to distinguish. The long-term struggle with Qiu Sheng had already added many shocking blood holes to this broken copper and iron body. Right now, the arrow is relying on the strength of the long knife to strike the ground to balance the body, even so, there are still bursts of strong nausea and pain from the spleen and stomach, no matter how brave it is, it is already at the end of its strength.

He naturally knew that there was Cui Wei Pavilion in Dayue, but he didn't know Chu Yu's fresh and handsome face. When he first met him, he thought he was just a kid who came out of a ravine, but he took a closer look. Afterwards, he recognized that his hand was actually a ten-thousand-foot bow that is difficult for heroes of heaven and earth to draw. Only then did he realize that the later little boy was probably a great immortal with a higher rank than Qiu Sheng, so he didn't dare to act rashly for a while.

He originally wanted Chu Yu to make the first move and defend for a while, and then he would raise his knife to counterattack after seeing the kid's moves.

But who knows that the little white face is full of bad water, and the feather arrow is still stuck on his right shoulder, this bastard actually hypocritically talks about benevolence, righteousness and etiquette, saying "learn and learn" so uncomfortable, just waiting for this so-called The seniors started.

Shaman Chuanmu gritted his teeth secretly: Damn it, the Central Plains people are the ones who have a lot of things to do.

Taking advantage of his hesitation, Chu Yu lowered his head and glanced at Uncle Qiu, who was very conscientious in playing the wounded patient, and watched him roll around on the ground half-truthfully, turning himself into a loach. I couldn't help but disgusted and said: "A will tell you to ruin it."

Niach was obviously taken aback when he heard the words, and then he obediently stayed where he was, clasped his bloodstained fingers together, and said with a smile: "I promise I won't rub it."

Those hands were still trembling slightly, but the smile was still undiminished.

Chu Yu felt a little sore in his heart, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

The half-blind man with bruises and bruises laughed loudly, and the two round dimples at the corners of his mouth met the sun shining brightly. He waved his hands and said, "Eyes? It's okay. After a few months of taking medicine soup, it will slowly heal back. It's a trivial matter." ..." The voice died down, but his brows frowned suddenly, and then he shouted loudly: "Three steps to the left in the rear, prevent the next step!"

Chu Yu didn't need him to remind him, his eyes were still fixed on the person in front of him, he manipulated the long knife with his right hand, and he didn't know how to pick and stab. A force broke the tendons.

The shaman Chuanmu, who is physically and mentally intact, came up to three in one go, and the pavilion master didn't even blink his eyes when dealing with it, let alone such an old, weak, sick and disabled, it's fine to be a side dish, really. Can't be a real opponent.

Lao Wang Ba was struggling behind him, but Chu Yu's eyes were only on Blind Nixiu from the beginning to the end, seeing the man's expression that he thought he would never see him again when he turned around, so he dared to put away his smile slowly, and then clenched his teeth tightly. The lips sucked slightly, and the stretched eyebrows furrowed instantly, forming a small pimple.He looked like he was too deep into the drama, pretending to be in pain, and he couldn't see any flaws.

Standing in front of this self-righteous fool, Chu Yu laughed silently, only feeling that his eyes were slightly moist.

Originally, when people were full of Coptis chinensis, they still only wished to send you willows and peach blossoms in the spring breeze and March.