Gu Jianqi, Tan Fanghua, like a dream

更新时间2016-2-2417:54:10字数：2276

<Soundtrack: Jie Jin Yin. Transposition (Original Sound of Ancient Sword. Pure Music)>

Changqin...soul tearing...half sword spirit...half monster...I always seem to hear him calling me...he is waiting for me to save him...but...I have no way...to redeem Who will his person be... when will he come...

(Zhu Rong)

In the ruthless valley, in the pitch-black temple, a Beaulieu lamppost was ignited, and the crimson dragon flame dispelled Zhangxu's coldness.In the middle of the light, there is a chessboard and two futons.

Shuang and Zhu Rong play chess with each other.

On the chessboard, fierce battles are in full swing, and every step is thrilling.

"Bu Yu..." Zhu Rong said sadly, "It's been a thousand years... No one will talk to you here for a long time..."

"Bu Yu?" Shuang smiled wryly, "The divination technique that I am so proud of cannot count people's hearts. The name of Bu Yu is really a great mockery to me! Since there are no more Shangyang and Feilian in the world, why bother?" Bu Yu again? From now on, I will just be Wuqinggu Zhengu. Since I have the power of Frost and Snow, I will be called Frost."

"I've been thinking about returning to the ruins in the East China Sea for a thousand years..." Shuang fell a sunspot and sighed, "It's not too heavy...a thousand years...but it's just a flick of a finger...Although it's lonely...you can think about the chess game..."

"The black dragon is just playing in the water... It didn't cause a disaster... It didn't hurt anyone... Why bother to hunt and kill it?" Zhu Rong dropped a white pawn, shook his head and said, "Since I have fled to Buzhou Mountain and was blessed by bells and drums, why bother me? Go with Gonggong and Changqin to arrest him?"

"I heard... Heilong Qianyu... is Changqin's best friend..." Shuang held up a sunspot, held it up in front of her eyes for a moment, slowly dropped it in front of Zhu Rong, and calmly picked up the besieged white stone.

"It's just a plea...why is this..." Zhu Rong had an epiphany and closed his eyes in pain.

"In the future, don't borrow your divine power easily... People's hearts are unpredictable... It's your turn..."

"Alas!" Zhu Rong nodded, sighed and dropped a white piece on the chessboard: "Who would have expected that a mortal could forge a 'sword' that could hurt a god!"

Zhu Rong picked up a piece of black pieces surrounded by white pieces and put them back into the chess box: "This game... Who will win?"

"It's not over yet... It's hard to tell the outcome..." Shuang said lightly.

"I'm just heartbroken... Changqin..." Zhu Rong choked with sobs: "Destroy Fenglai's original body and relegate him to the mundane world... Widowed relatives and love... reincarnation... all lonely lives... This matter had nothing to do with him in the first place... ...I was the one who harmed him...I shouldn't have spoken to Fuxi...let him ask Xue to marry him..."

"Zhu Rong!" Shuang drank in a low voice, took a deep breath, and then continued, "It wasn't you who harmed him! The gods are merciful, the world is in chaos... there is no escape from fate!"

"But in this round, whether you win or lose, Changqin has become a victim!" Zhu Rong choked up and said, "Changqin is a good boy...I always seem to hear him calling me...Father...soul torn...half As a sword spirit... half as a monster...he is waiting for me to save him...but...I can't protect myself...There is no way..."

"Don't worry! There must be someone who can save Changqin!" Shuang calmed down and took a crystal cover from the side to cover the chess game: "Let's put this game on hold for the time being... The timing is right... Continue the war... Take this opportunity... ...You and I can both think about it and think about it."

"Changqin... Please..." Zhu Rong was choked with sobs.

"Don't worry." Shuang nodded and said, "I will definitely keep him alive, and I will give you an explanation! Your father and son have nothing to do with this matter, and I will never teach your father and son... to give up in vain for my sake... life."

"With your promise, I'm relieved." Zhu Rong let out a long breath: "The time is up!"

"It's time. Take care!" Shuang got up and bowed deeply to Zhu Rong.

Zhu Rong got up and bowed back, and walked towards the huge closed stone door in the darkness.Following Zhu Rong's approaching footsteps, the stone door opened silently, and the light outside the door hurt people's eyes.

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"Immortal Elder," under the moonlight, a Taoist priest with white hair and childlike face bowed deeply to Ziyin who was sitting cross-legged on the tall bluestone.

Ziyin opened his eyes, looked at the old Taoist priest and nodded slightly: "There is no need to be polite, poor Taoist Ziyin."

"How dare you," said the Taoist respectfully, "Since Xiaodao came to Tianyong City, the Immortal Elder has been cultivating here. Seventy years have passed in a flash, Xiaodao has become an old Taoist, and the Immortal Elder has not changed at all."

Ziyin said indifferently: "I haven't seen you for a long time. I heard that the Taoist priest is already the head teacher of Tianyong City. He must be busy with affairs. If you come here today, you shouldn't be talking with Ziyin about cooking tea and talking about swords?"

"In the past 70 years, Xiaodao and the immortal have been cooking tea, talking about swords, and they are very close. Xiaodao has been taught by the immortal since he was a child, and he has benefited a lot. When he was young, he heard about the immortal and the sword. , I have been thinking about it day and night for these years, and I really think it is sublime. In the past, people were silent and incapable of taking decisions, but now that Xiaodao has become the head teacher, he wants to prove it in Tianyong City."

"What is the intention of the teacher?" Ziyin asked lightly, looking at the ever-changing clouds in the sky.

"Xiaodao was taught swordsmanship by the fairy elder since he was a child, and he is unique in Tianyong City. He was fortunate to be appreciated by the previous head teacher and was able to succeed him. According to Xiaodao, the fairy head is not a person who values ​​​​the gate wall. You can teach Xiaodao alone, maybe you can teach more people?" The old Taoist carefully looked at Ziyin's expression, seeing that Ziyin's expression was normal, Fang continued. "The Immortal Chief and Tianyong City are both on the top of Kunlun, so they are destined. Tianyong City has always focused on the practice of Taoism, and the swordsmanship is really unsatisfactory. So... Xiaodao has a merciless request..."

"You might as well speak up."

"Xiao Dao has the guts to invite the Immortal Elder to teach the disciples of Tianyong City some basic sword skills and sword-making skills... Is the Immortal Elder willing to condescend to serve as the sword-wielding elder in Tianyong City?"

"The elder holding the sword?"

"Yes! Although Xiaodao added it on his own initiative, it was discussed with all the elders and elders. The elder holding the sword is the head of the five elders. He only teaches his disciples some simple sword skills on weekdays, and he does not dare to bother him with mundane affairs. Naturally, this move is indeed selfish. Everyone in Tianyong City hopes to be able to use swords and law equally, in order to carry forward Tianyong City. However, if the immortal elder is willing to condescend to take the position of sword-wielding elder, everyone who enters our sect will be honored. The immortal elder will consider and select first, if one or two people agree to worship under the immortal elder's sect, it will be considered a good thing to teach the immortal swordsmanship to be passed on. I don't know what the immortal elder wants?"

Zi Yin was silent, thinking secretly in his heart: "I have been wandering around the world for tens of thousands of years, and I have made my home all over the world. Although I have cultivated the body of a half-immortal, I still can't erase the sorrow in my heart. It's a disaster. Day after day, year after year In the past year, the soul gradually weakened, so I returned here to miss the moon and talk about it for comfort. Since there is a fate, why not settle down here and wait for the return journey! If you are really lucky enough to receive a few satisfactory disciples in your lifetime, Nor will my painstakingly studied sword-casting and emptiness and illusory swordsmanship be lost..."

Thinking of this, Ziyin nodded slightly.

The Taoist priest was overjoyed to see him, and hurriedly saluted and thanked him.He personally led the way and led Ziyin to Tianyong City.

The disciples of the mountain gate saw it from a distance, they were extremely happy, and hurriedly lined up to greet them.

On the majestic mountain gate of Tianyong City, the double-wheeled dagger locks turned "Kaka", and the loud nine consecutive bells resounded through Tianzhu Peak of Kunlun Mountain.

The sky is getting brighter, and the golden sun is shining all over the earth.

Ziyin walked step by step in the morning light.

Tianyong City finally welcomed its first sword-wielding elder.