Duan Ziyu was about to take the move, but when he stabbed at an angle, a short green stick came towards him. Leng Qian suddenly felt a strong force on the sword being snatched away from him, and he hurriedly used his internal strength to pull back. I just heard Shi Qingxin like to call: "Mom"
After Shi Hongshi deflected Leng Qian's sword, his body drifted back and he picked up Shi Qing from Duan Ziyu's arms. He asked with a horrified look on his face: "My good boy, are you okay?"
When Shi Qing saw his mother arriving, he felt confident and chuckled: "Mom, isn't my daughter doing well?"
Shi Hongshi finally felt relieved when he saw that his daughter was indeed fine.
Duan Ziyu cupped his hands and said: "Chief Shi, your love has been implicated by me and has been poisoned by the two thieves Wei Bi and Wu Qingying. Please take care of your love, Gang Leader Shi. I will go find these two thieves to get the antidote."
Shi Hongshi couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in his heart. The boy with seven hands was an expert in poisoning, and Shi Qing was his disciple. He had learned the unique skills of poisoning and detoxifying with one hand, but he couldn't cure the poison he was poisoned. This poison It was by no means a general thing. I felt anxious at the moment and nodded.
Duan Ziyu was about to move, but Zhou Dian shouted: "Boy, do you want to find an excuse to escape?"
Duan Ziyu's face suddenly filled with purple energy and murderous intent, and he said coldly: "It's not too late to deal with you first."
With one wrong move of his foot, a sword struck Zhou Dian's chest like thunder. The fingers of his left hand turned into claws, and the claws were clawing in an incomprehensible direction.
Zhou Dian didn't expect him to draw his sword so quickly. If he hadn't been through hundreds of battles and had rich experience, it would have been hard to avoid the blow to his chest.
In the critical moment, his body fell sideways, arching like a bow, and his forehead touched the ground, using the Iron Banqiao skills to the extreme.
He couldn't tell that it was Jiuyin's white bone claws that caught him, so he didn't dare to lift it up and raised the cloth bag to cover it.
Duan Ziyu's claw was a false move, intended to force him to say that he couldn't protect himself and had no time to save Zhou Dian.
The claw was withdrawn halfway, the sword in his right hand was lowered a little, and with a "sea needle", the tip of the sword stabbed Zhou Dian's throat.
Zhou Dian had exhausted all his strength and saw the sword light flashing and flickering. No matter which way he dodged, he could not escape the sword piercing his throat. He felt desolate in his heart. Unexpectedly, he died in the hands of an unknown boy despite having lived a life full of evil.
Leng Qianhe couldn't help but feel frightened. The Wusan people had always shared the same glory and humiliation, like brothers and sisters, with a strong friendship. When Zhou Dian was in danger, the two of them felt the same way, but they became hasty and unable to save themselves.
Saying that he couldn't throw the bag away, Leng Qian stabbed Duan Ziyu's back point on the spiritual platform with his sword.
But the shot was half a minute too late, and it was just a matter of trying his best.
Suddenly something flew through the air and hit the sword like lightning and flint. The sword was swung by the object, deflected by more than two inches, and stabbed on the ground close to Zhou Dian's neck.
At this moment, Leng Qian stabbed Duan Ziyu in the back with his sword, and an unknown cloth bag came over his head.
Duan Ziyu took two quick steps forward and avoided the two weapons. The two of them did not attack and pulled Zhou Dian up.
Duan Ziyu took a look and saw that what struck the tip of his sword was actually a Taoist crown made of iron. He was shocked and knew that Zhang Zhong, a Taoist with an iron crown among the Wusan people, had arrived.
Zhou Dian shouted loudly: "Niubi, hurry up and get in here, Wu San people are going to fall here today."
Under the candlelight, Shi Shiran, an old Taoist wearing linen clothes and soap shoes, walked in and said with a smile:
"Brother Dian, don't be impatient. The rightful owner of this kid has arrived. The rest of us will just sit back and watch."
He couldn't help but asked, "Have the Five Elements Banners arrived?" Taoist Tieguan smiled but did not answer.
Duan Ziyu was just thinking about how to deal with this Xisan man, when he suddenly heard Shi Qing's scream of "Ah", his feet tightened, and the Qiuxu, Xuanzhong, and Sanyinjiao acupoints on his ankles were all locked, and several powerful force He pulled down and looked down. Several hands emerged from the hard ground and clasped his ankles.
He roared, jumped up with all his strength, and with a few pounces, the people underground were brought out of the ground, but those hands were still clasped on his legs like iron pincers, and he only jumped half a foot before falling back to the ground.
Duan Ziyu raised his sword and dropped it, several pillars of blood spurted out, several people screamed, and several broken wrists were still clasped around their ankles, and it took a long time before they fell.
Duan Ziyu's heart was filled with anger and evil. He put his sword into its sheath, bent his claws with both hands, and clawed out five bloody holes in the heads of each of the three people who were protruding from the ground. Blood and brains flowed out together. After three shrill screams, , three people died in a pool of blood.
It's hard to say that Zhou Dian and other Xisan people were so shocked to see it. These Westerners were also demon kings who killed without blinking an eye, but they couldn't help but be frightened and frightened when they saw this scene.
Although Shi Hongshi had deep quarrels with people in the Ming Cult, he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, secretly thinking that this boy was too murderous, and Shi Qing even closed her eyes tightly and did not dare to watch.
Leng Qian was the first to thrust out his sword.
The other three people also took their positions and surrounded Duan Ziyu, intending to combine the strength of the Xisan people to kill him.
Among the Wusan people, Taoist Taoist Tieguan and Wubu are said to have higher martial arts skills. Although they are slightly inferior to Wei Yixiao and Fan Yao, in terms of martial arts, they are no less than the heads and gang leaders of other sects.
At this moment, seeing that Duan Ziyu's Nine Yin White Bone Claws were so ruthless, he did not hesitate to lower himself and work together to deal with it.
Duan Ziyu has a young mind and a vigorous spirit, and he doesn't know what "fear" is.
Although I have heard about this Westerner's reputation for a long time, I have no scruples in my heart.
He drew his sword and struck Leng Qian on his right shoulder, forcing him to change his moves to save himself. It was actually a fighting style of fighting fast, and both jade and stone would be destroyed.
How could Leng Qian be willing to fight him desperately? He turned his sword diagonally and sealed it on his sword. Duan Ziyu turned around, and the Heavenly Thunder Sword Technique in his hand started to move like the Yangtze River. The front force was not exhausted, but the back force was already unleashed, and he was fighting with the Westerners.
The Xisan people didn't pay much attention at first, but after ten rounds, a sword in Duan Ziyu's hand circled the Xisan people together like a wheel.
Everyone felt as if they were fighting against him alone. Instead of the Xisan people attacking Duan Ziyu together, it was Duan Ziyu who surrounded the Xisan people.
Shi Hongshi stood by and marveled, but he saw that Duan Ziyu's sword moves were not fast, and his moves were upright, not evil or weird.
But every time the sword is fired, it seems to release an invisible thread, entangling the Xiren. Each of the Xisan people has a special skill, but at this time, they can only use it to attack each other, and have no ability to fight back.
Shi Qing didn't know what was going on and saw the Xisan people whirling around Duan Ziyu like butterflies in flowers.
My heart was so anxious that although my body could not move, my tongue was so flexible that I shouted:
"Hit the western one, the old one, the young one, don't be shy, don't be shy."
When the Xisan people heard this, their faces felt hot, but no one dared to be distracted, let alone cherish their reputation, and withdraw from the battle formation.
After fifty moves, Duan Ziyu's sword became more powerful, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder on the sword. Everyone in the West felt the pressure intensified, and turned a deaf ear to Shi Qing's mocking and mean words, and focused on the battle, fearing that if they were not careful, they would be really unlucky. It took an eighty-year-old woman to stretch her child's hands, and the grain transport boat capsized in the gutter.
At this time, Duan Ziyu's spiritual platform was empty, he was stepping on Yu Gang's footwork, and using the Heavenly Thunder Sword Technique in his hand, everything was like flowing clouds and flowing water, taking advantage of the trend.
It seems that he is not using the sword, but the sword technique is driving him to move. The internal energy of the whole body is changing faster and faster, the true energy in the dantian is abundant, and the sword moves are as natural as natural, swaying at will, creating his own moves.
Only then did he have a true understanding of the secret of Tianlei Sword Technique.
At this moment, he has no hostility towards the Westerners, so he just regards the Westerners as a target for sword practice.
The Xisan people also knew this scene well. Several times they saw the tip of the sword being handed to them, and they were unable to avoid it, but the sword slipped away from the side as if it had eyes.
Knowing that the opponent was showing mercy, the Xisan people would have surrendered long ago if it were a martial arts competition. But now it was a fight of life and death, and the swords were shining like spring silkworms spinning silk all over the Western Zhou Dynasty. Even if they wanted to retreat, they were powerless.
The Westerners complained endlessly in their hearts, not wanting their reputation to be ruined in this remote shop.
After fighting for two hours, Duan Ziyu suddenly let out a clear whistle, and the sword light in his hand burst out. With two clanging sounds, the long swords of Leng Qian and Tieguan Taoist were twisted up on the roof, one sword came out of the room, and the other stabbed in. In the beams, there was a trembling dragon's roar.
The cloth bag was indescribably soft and weak, so it was flung away. Zhou Dian faced the enemy with his bare hands, but suffered no losses. He was only forced back three steps by his sword energy.
All the people in Xisan looked at each other with gray faces, turned around and walked out of the hotel.
After Duan Ziyu finished using the entire set of swordsmanship, he felt a sense of relief. He stood on the spot and meditated on the course of the battle. He benefited a lot from pondering over it, and it was as if he had never seen the departure of the Xisan people.
Shi Hongshi was also stunned by this fight.
The Xisan people were famous for their prestige. She thought to herself that if she fought alone, she would have a slight chance of winning against Zhou Dian and Leng Qian. However, she had no chance of winning against Tieguan Taoist and Mu Mu. If she fought with the Westerners like this, she might not be able to win. He can't even withstand a hundred moves.
It was unbelievable to see the weak-headed young man defeat the Xisan people on his own.
After a long while, he cheered: "Okay, the martial arts of Jiuyin Manual is truly the best in the world."
Duan Ziyu woke up with a start and said hurriedly: "Gang Leader Shi, this is not the skill in the scriptures."
Shi Hongshi smiled faintly, thinking that he was trying to deceive others.
Shi Hongshi was limited to his innate talent and physique. Although his martial arts was not the best, the two elders of the Beggar Clan who taught martial arts and enforced the law knew very well about the world's martial arts. Shi Hongshi was taught by these two elders. As long as he was interested in the world's martial arts, he After a few glances, you can tell which sect he belongs to.
She had never seen Duan Ziyu's sword technique before, so she must have guessed it was from the Nine Yin Manual.
Duan Ziyu saw that she didn't seem to believe her, and was willing to explain more. Concerned about the poison Shi Qing had received, Duan Ziyu approached the first two steps:
"Qingmei, how is the poison on your body?"
Shi Qing frowned and said: "There's nothing else, except that my whole body is limp and weak. My master said that there is a poison called 'Shixiang Ruanjin Powder', and this is the symptom after taking it."
"Probably he is really addicted to this kind of poison. Otherwise, with the dozen or so detoxifying pills prepared by Master, there are very few things that cannot be resolved."
Shi Hongshi said: "Qing'er, can't your master solve it either?"
Shi Qing thought about it and said, "I heard that only a unique antidote can work. I'm afraid Master can't solve it either."
Duan Ziyu said bitterly: "The person who untied the bell must tie it. I will look for those two thieves and I will definitely find the medicine."
Shi Qing said: "Brother Yu, since they are intent on poisoning, how can they give you the antidote?"
Duan Ziyu said calmly: "Why use them to give it to me? I don't know how to kill people and take medicine?"
A person outside the window snorted coldly: "What a loud tone. The antidote is in my hand. If you have the guts, come out and get the medicine."
Duan Ziyu went out after hearing the sound, but saw a person walking slowly in the night, with a bottle dangling in his hand. Duan Ziyu ran wildly, and the person in front also suddenly gained strength and ran quickly. Shi Hongshi hugged Shi Qing and rushed out of the house to wait. When they were stopped, they saw two black figures heading south like smoke.
Duan Ziyu chased for a while, always keeping a distance of ten feet from the man.
After galloping twenty miles in one breath, the man in front of me raised his voice and said, "Baby, why are you chasing me so hard? You must be so good, your grandpa won't be able to run anymore."
Shouting, he jumped into a pink wall. Duan Ziyu followed immediately, but the man disappeared.
A gust of autumn wind blew by, and the bamboo leaves in the courtyard rustled. This is a spacious and bright courtyard with nine small buildings scattered around. There are also several small streams flowing on the rockery in the courtyard, making it look like it belongs to a prince or a nobleman. Other courtyard.
Duan Ziyu's heart trembled, and he thought to himself, don't fall into the plot of the traitor.
As he was about to exit, several lights burst out in front of him, and several people shouted: "Who broke into a private house without permission?"
Under the lanterns and torches, eight well-dressed and good-looking people gathered around.
Duan Ziyu cupped his hands and said, "I accidentally broke into your house because of something. I hope you will forgive me."
One person said in a cold voice: "Enter people's houses at night and steal or rob them. Don't worry about where they came from. We'll tie them up before we talk."
Duan Ziyu's face was solemn, and he was about to get angry when he suddenly heard a majestic voice shouting: "Don't be rude."
When the eight people heard the sound, they bowed and sang in unison. A middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe and an imposing manner came over, cupped his hands and said:
"I didn't know that I had a guest late at night. I didn't welcome you, and my servant was rude. I hope you can forgive me. How about I ask you to move to your cabin and talk to me next time?"
Duan Ziyu smiled and said: "Thank you for your kindness, but I still have important things to do. I will come to visit you another day."
The man smiled and said: "Master Duan is running for the antidote to Shixiang Ruanjin Powder, right?"
As soon as these words came out, Duan Ziyu's heart sank. Holding the hilt of the sword with his hand, he said coldly: "He is indeed a man with good intentions and a good trick."
The man laughed and said: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. I am forced to do this trick. There are many twists and turns in this, which cannot be explained clearly in just a few words. To show my sincerity, I will first present the antidote. "Young master."
He waved his hand, and a servant took two steps forward, holding a flat bottle in both hands.
Duan Ziyu took the bottle and saw that the servant's steps were solemn and the muscles of his hands were exposed. He was obviously a master of the outside world, but he was willing to be a servant. He didn't know who this master was. He was filled with doubts in an instant, and his true energy spread all over his body. , just in case something unexpected happens.
The man smiled again and said, "Master Duan is here late at night. How about we talk in the hall while I'm a landlord?" He turned sideways to greet the guests.
Although Duan Ziyu knew that he had fallen into a trap, he was not afraid at all. Moreover, he had never met these people before, but he wanted to know what these people were trying to do, so he walked into a flower hall attentively.
The two of them sat down separately. Someone had already served tea. Duan Ziyu dared to touch the tea again. He sat upright and said:
"I hope you will be able to explain clearly what the purpose of your kindness is."
The man smiled and said: "Young Master Duan is really quick to talk to others. In fact, it's not a big deal. He was just entrusted by others to be a peacemaker and resolve a misunderstanding for Young Master Duan."
Duan Ziyu understood something in his heart and sat silently.
The man clapped his hands and said: "Master Wei, Mrs. Wei, come out."
The two people who walked in from the west door of the flower hall were Wei Bi and Wu Qingying.
Duan Ziyu's eyes were about to burst, and he shouted: "Good thief, please accept your fate." He stretched out his hand and pressed on the low table, and used the force to fly up. He was in mid-air, and the sword was out of the box. It pounced on the two of them like an angry eagle snatching its prey.
Only a dozen clanking sounds were heard, but a one-armed old servant among the servants standing on both sides stepped forward to take the dozen swords with extremely fast speed.
Duan Ziyu landed on the ground, shook his hands and thrust out his sword again, saying sternly:
"Your Excellency is so talented, why do you need to protect the slaves of two murderers?"
After the man received these dozen swords, his arms were slightly sore and he was shocked.
Decades ago, he was already a famous swordsman in the world. He rarely encountered an opponent in his life. Unexpectedly, it was quite difficult for this young boy to catch more than a dozen swords. Suddenly, he remembered the revenge of his broken arm, which was the only sword in his life. The defeat was disastrous, but it was not all due to swordsmanship, but to Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Magic.
Zhang Wuji combined the Nine Sun Magic Kung Fu, the Great Shifting Kung Fu of the Universe and the Wudang Tai Chi Kung Fu. He was so convinced by his defeat that he never wanted to avenge his broken arm.
But the humiliation of defeat is etched in my heart.
At this moment, I suddenly saw such a wonderful swordsmanship, and I couldn't help but feel frightened.
As the saying goes, once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of ropes for ten years.
So when he saw Duan Ziyu stabbing him with another sword, he didn't dare to underestimate him, so he mustered up all his energy to fight with all his strength.
Duan Ziyu felt even more angry when he saw that he didn't answer his questions.
The Heavenly Thunder Sword Technique rolled out of his hand, intending to injure it at the base of the sword first, and then kill Wei and Wu.
After more than a dozen moves, Duan Ziyu felt the pressure on the sword gradually increase. The opponent seemed to be proficient in all the sword techniques in the world, and he had a lot of strange and exquisite moves. If he had not fought with the Xisan people, he would not understand this sword technique very well. If you go deep enough, you will definitely be no match for this old servant.
Immediately, he lowered the nameless fire rising in his heart and fought fiercely with a set of thunder sword techniques.
After dozens of moves, the two men's swords were filled with sword energy. Everyone came to watch the battle outside the flower hall. The eight servants all looked surprised.
The middle-aged man in brocade robes looked at him with a smug expression, stroking his beard.
Wei Bi and Wu Qingying stood hand in hand, but they were half doubtful and half worried.
At this time, another Westerner came over. The two old men looked at each other for a while, then let out a sigh, and one old man said:
"Your Majesty, where did this wild boy come from and be able to support Lao Fang for dozens of rounds?"
The man in brocade robes said with a smile: "Mr. Lu, he is the descendant of the Duan family in Dali, the young prince Duan Ziyu. He is the one I have been talking about to you in the past few days. He is indeed a formidable person."
Another old man said: "Brother, you are well-informed. What kind of swordsmanship is this?"
Mr. Lu pondered for a long time and said: "This is really confusing to me. It seems that only me can know that this boy is so brave and has the style of Zhang Wuji back then."
When the man in brocade robe heard this, his expression suddenly changed, but after a while he smiled again and said, "This is exactly what I wish."
The wind in the flower hall became louder and louder. Several rosewood chairs and short tables flew out whether by the sword wind or someone. Tea cups and vases also flew out one after another. Fortunately, the eight servants outside were not incompetent and put on their clothes. Jump down, catch it and put it on the ground.
The man in brocade robes said loudly: "Master Duan, Mr. Fang, please stop fighting. Don't hurt your harmony."
At this moment, Duan Ziyu had exchanged more than five hundred moves with that man. Both of them were ready to fight, and they tried their best to fight first.
Duan Ziyu became more and more courageous as he fought, but the one-armed old servant became more frightened as he fought.
In fact, judging from his swordsmanship, he could have injured Duan Ziyu within fifty moves, but within ten moves, he suddenly recognized the origin of this swordsmanship and couldn't help but feel timid.
This set of Tianlei swordsmanship rarely appeared in the world, and no one knew about it. In his prime, he had already achieved great success in swordsmanship, so he brought his skills to visit famous swordsmen all over the country, in order to broaden his horizons and learn from each other's skills.
Second, in order to become famous in the martial arts world, by chance, he met the Tianshi teacher who advocated normalcy. At that time, Zhang Changxin was not yet 30 years old. When the two of them fought, Zhang Changxin immediately forced him to abandon his sword and admit defeat with his tenth move. .
Unwilling to admit defeat, he fought for the second time and Zhang Changshang's sword was knocked away with just five moves. The third time he made a sword move, Zhang Changshang's sword was already at his throat.
This battle was more depressing than Zhang Wuji's broken arm. After returning home, he broke his sword and buried his name. He was ill for two years. All he could think about every day were Zhang Wuji's sword skills. He had been thinking about it for several years. After breaking the law, he gave up all thoughts of revenge and changed his name to leave the mountain.
Unexpectedly, after so many years, I saw this set of swordsmanship again. Although I saw that this young man's swordsmanship was still sluggish and he was not experienced enough, he still had the idea of seeing the whole thing. Although he could win within the first fifty moves, he could not win. Only taking the defensive position allowed Duan Ziyu to continue to attack.
After a hundred moves, Duan Ziyu actually became more proficient. At this time, if this person relied on his superb swordsmanship and rich experience, he could still win in danger, but Duan Ziyu's sword skills seemed to be endless. Every move used He was so dazzled by his appearance in the capital that he couldn't bear to take action to win.
After the first two hundred moves, Duan Ziyu confirmed the Tianlei Sword Technique with the Jiuyin Manual, and gained more and more its essence. In addition, a swordsman master used dozens of exquisite sword techniques in the world to compete with him. It seemed that It was just like feeding him moves, so that he could master the swordsmanship and get a glimpse of its secrets.
At this time, the two of them were in a confrontation situation. Duan Ziyu felt the pressure on the sword getting lighter, and the true energy in his body seemed to be getting stronger with each battle, and there was no risk of depletion or lack.
The one-armed man was anxious, thinking that if he didn't capture him as soon as possible, if the battle continued, he would be defeated by the opponent. He took risks several times and gained the upper hand with deceptive moves, but was quickly defeated by Duan Ziyu's exquisite footwork and swordsmanship.
The two of them rolled and rolled until they reached 500 moves. The one-armed man gradually felt exhausted and had to rely on the exquisite skills of his moves to avoid several dangers and rely on his experience in many battles. He complained in his heart.
At this moment, the man in brocade robe shouted for both sides to stop fighting. Duan Ziyu had no grudge against the one-armed man, but seeing his exquisite swordsmanship, he was completely impressed, and he couldn't help but feel sympathy for each other. He suddenly let out a long roar, crossed his swords, and each took three steps back.
Duan Ziyu's whole body was soaked in sweat, steam was rising from his head, but his breath was still even, he cupped his hands and said:
"Senior is extremely skilled in swordsmanship. Junior admires me. I wonder what I would call my master?"
The one-armed man's breath was churning, and he said after a long while:
"Even I have forgotten my brand name for a long time. How do you always respect your master?"
Duan Ziyu was startled and said in confusion: "This junior has no master."
The one-armed man said displeasedly: "My little friend, if you don't use secret words, could it be that you figured out this swordsmanship on your own?"
Duan Ziyu suddenly said: "The swordsmanship of this junior was taught by an old senior, but the old man did not accept the junior as his disciple. Therefore, the junior and the senior have the actual status of master and disciple, but they do not have the name of master and disciple."
Seeing his sincerity, the one-armed old man couldn't help but frown and think hard. He felt that this was unbelievable and said after a while:
"This is extremely bizarre. As far as I know, only three or five people in the Celestial Master's Sect have mastered this set of sword techniques. Why is it that my dear, I have to be taught this magical technique by Master Zhang?"
Duan Ziyu didn't want to show off his own virtue, so he didn't want to talk about saving Zhang Yuzhen, so he smiled and said:
"Perhaps he just did it on a whim."
The one-armed man shook his head in disbelief, walked up to the man in brocade robe, and whispered a few words. The man in brocade robe's eyes were changing, but his face was as calm as Huan, showing his determination to remain calm in any situation.
Duan Ziyu stepped out of the flower hall and said to Wei Bi and Wu Qingying: "You two are also well-known figures in the world. Isn't it shameless to be so timid and take shelter under the wings of others?"
Wu Qingying smiled sweetly and said: "The young prince is also very impatient. I may not believe what I say. Why not listen to the words of the owner of Prince Taihe Village before making a decision."
The man in the golden robe smiled and walked the first few steps: "I, Wang Baobao, am the owner of this Taihe Village. Mr. Duan has a close relationship with the previous generations of Master Wei and Mrs. Wei, but unexpectedly there were some misunderstandings.
"This matter is not something that Wang can get involved in, but we all belong to the martial arts family. The owner of Villa Wei and his wife know that Mr. Duan has preconceptions and deep prejudices, so they dare not make any mistakes and show his influence.
"Since they think highly of it, I ask Wang to act as an intermediary so that you, the monarch and his ministers, can put aside all the past grudges and rebuild old friendships. Although Wang is incompetent, he appreciates the Duan family's chivalry and righteousness.
"I have known Mr. and Mrs. Wei for many years. I really can't bear to see my loyal minister being killed. I can't bear the injustice and make everyone in the world laugh at the fact that the young master is ignorant of what is going on and damages the integrity of the Duan family."
Duan Ziyu sneered and said: "Master Wang Zhuang has thought so carefully for me, which makes me ashamed. But this great hatred that destroyed the family and destroyed the whole family can not be eliminated with just one word from Master Wang. Even if my blood spills on this village, I will still be punished." I will kill these two traitors as enemies and friends. I respect the owner of Qing Wang Zhuang and think about it."
It turned out that the man in the brocade robe was Kukutmul, the brother of Zhao Min, the prince of Ruyang and Zhang Wuji's wife, whose Han name was Wang Baobao.
After the death of Yuanmeng, King Ruyang died in battle, and Zhao Min followed Zhang Wuji without knowing whereabouts. Wang Baobao was filled with hatred for his country's subjugation and was unwilling to retreat to the desert, so he stayed in the Central Plains with a group of his retainers who were highly skilled in martial arts. They watched the changes of time and accumulated strength. In order to do great things.
Secondly, it was also to find the traces of his sister. At that time, Zhu Yuanzhang had just ascended the throne, and everything was going on, so he had no time to investigate these lonely ministers and evil sons. Wang Baobao and others were all very skilled, and they acted secretly, but they were like fish in the sea. , quite compatible.
His top masters are Xuan Ming and Lu Zhang Ke and He Bi Weng, several Hui generation masters from the Shaolin sect in the Western Regions, the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow, and Duan Ziyu's sword duel is the eight-armed Nezha Fang Dongbai. He is the leader among them, and the other more than a hundred subordinates are also good at their own skills.
Although Wang Baobao's martial arts is not very high, he is a talented general of the generation. He has deep fortresses, endless possibilities, and a lot of money. Although he saw Duan Ziyu's arrogant tone, he was neither sullen nor angry, and said with a warm smile:
"Mr. Duan's words are very true. Not only is Mr. Duan heartbroken by the tragic events that have occurred in your palace, but everyone in the country is also heartbroken. However, at the time of the great change, Mr. Duan was still in his infancy. What evidence is there to insist that it is Mrs. Wei?" What did you do?"
Duan Ziyu was startled. He had never thought about this problem before, and he muttered: "My uncle Jiu said it, how could it be wrong?"
Wang Baobao laughed and said: "To catch a thief, you need to catch the stolen goods, and to catch a traitor, you need to catch both. How can one person be convicted of such a big thing based on his words?"
"According to Wang Mou's knowledge, Mrs. Wei and his father, the old owner Wu Liewu, heard that someone was going to harm the Zun Mansion, and Xing Yechi went to rescue them. Unexpectedly, they were whipped first, and when they arrived at the Zun Mansion, the disaster was already in progress.
"The murderers were all masked with black cloth. Owner Wu Lao and his daughter fought with the thieves for a while, and Ouyang Jiu got the chance to break out of the siege with his son in his arms.
"Master Duan, just imagine, your master, Ling Zunlingtang, who is extremely skilled in martial arts, unfortunately dies, and Ouyang Jiu, whose martial arts is mediocre, can break out of the enemy and protect him.
"How can those evil people not cut the grass and eradicate the roots? The young master is smart and talented. This superficial truth can be understood easily. There is no need for Wang to talk too much. Just because a leaf blocks his eyesight, he cannot see Mount Tai."
Duan Ziyu was filled with doubts after what he said. He had only heard what Ouyang Jiu said about the whole incident. Ouyang Jiu only told him that after he became an artist, he would kill all the descendants of the great ministers in the West, but he did not elaborate on the story of the tragic incident.
But Ouyang Jiu had mentioned the names of Wu Lie and his daughter to him many times, and now that Wang Baobao analyzed them, it seemed reasonable.
He pondered for a while and then said: "How should I explain the use of poison in a restaurant?"
Wang Baobao bowed and said, "This is my brother's fault." Mr. Duan was so powerful that he killed more than 20 masters under Yan Yuan, the Houtu Banner Commander of the Demon Sect, with just a few movements of his hands. His reputation was greatly shocked.
"Brother is afraid that Mr. Duan will kill Mr. Wei as soon as he sees Mr. Wei. As Mr. and Mrs. Wei, we would rather die than fight with Mr. Duan.
"These people under my brother are not worthy of the young master. This is why I came up with this plan so that I can explain this case to the young master in detail. If I offended the young master, I will apologize to you, brother."
Duan Ziyu hurriedly stretched out his hand to support him as he bowed down. He was confused for a moment. He originally thought that as long as he found the descendants of the Western family ministers, he could fight to the death with his own skills. As for whether he could get his wish, he didn't need to worry too much.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin appeared on the way. This man had never met before, and he was intervening with some unknown owner of the village. What he said was quite reasonable.
Moreover, since Duan's rise to power in Dali, the ministers of the Western Empire have been riding horses in front and behind, doing the work of dogs and horses, and have remained loyal for generations. When the Dali Kingdom was destroyed, the ministers of the Western Empire and the monks of Dalong Temple destroyed their homes to rescue the disaster, and the guardian of the young children escaped. The merit is also huge.
Although the Duan family was destroyed, the ministers of the Western Empire still treated him with the courtesy of a monarch and a minister and did their best. Therefore, it is unbelievable to say that the descendants of the Western ministers rebelled and killed their emperor.
However, Ouyang Jiuyan was absolutely convinced that his loyalty was no less than that of Zhu Wu and other Western officials, so there was no reason to be deceived.
The story has two ends: it is really difficult to resolve, and I am at a loss.
Wang Baobao was very happy when he saw that his words were sold.
Wu Qingying also looked pleased. Casting a charming glance at Wang Baobao, Wei Bi looked sideways and felt jealous in his heart. However, he has always been afraid of his wife like a tiger. He has "Ji Chang's habit" and dares to get angry but dare not speak out.
Duan Ziyu suddenly moved, fluttering and dodging, and bypassed Wang Baobao and came to Wei and Wu. Before Wei and Wu could think of anything, they put their claws on the top door. They were immediately frightened. The soul is gone.
They witnessed the tragic death of Yan Yuan and others with their own eyes. They knew that as long as he exerted force on his hand, the finger would penetrate into the bone, and the two big heads would inevitably turn into a skeleton with five more holes than an ordinary person. .
Everyone around was shocked. The two elders Xuan Ming and the others were originally peerless masters, but firstly they were not prepared for his sudden attack. Secondly, his movement was so fast that he looked like a ghost. It's not enough to describe its speed.
Everyone was moving, Duan Ziyu's claws were placed on the door of Wei and Wu, everyone was inexplicably frightened, and they felt that it was difficult for anyone to guard against such a fast movement.
Wang Baobao shouted: "Master Duan, please don't be reckless." He secretly winked at his subordinates, and as soon as Duan Ziyu killed Wei and Wu, he rushed forward.
Duan Ziyu opened his eyes wide and stared at Wei and Wu. These two were quite tough. Wu Qingying was silent for a long time and sighed:
"My family has been loyal to the Duan family for generations, but in the end we ended up like this. The king asked me to die, but I had to die. As long as the young prince said a word, I will kill myself to show the loyalty of the whole Wu family for generations. Why bother to do it yourself. "
The voice is desolate and passionate, and the generosity of death is full of words.
At that time, the sky was getting brighter, and under the ray of morning glow, Wu Qingying's plump and beautiful face actually had a faint layer of holy brilliance.
Duan Ziyu slowly let go of his hand and said in a deep voice: "I will put these two heads on top of you. Wait until I find out the truth. If Uncle Ouyang Jiu said it is true, I will take revenge from all corners of the world." ." After that, he turned around and walked quickly.
Wang Baobao said: "Mr. Duan, please stay." The Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow all rushed out and blocked the way. Duan Ziyu stopped suddenly, turned around and said solemnly: "Does Master Wang want to stay with Duan?"
Wang Baobao said hurriedly: "Mr. Duan has misunderstood. Wang just wants to make friends with Mr. Duan. There is absolutely no malice and no forgiveness. How about letting Wang go out of the village?"
Duan Ziyu was so excited that he couldn't control himself, so he just said: "Thank you very much." Then he jumped into the air and landed outside the village.
Wei Bi and Wu Qingying wandered around the gate of hell. After Duan Ziyu left, they were still frightened. Wu Qingying put her hand on her chest, sweating.
Luzhangke frowned and said: "Your Majesty, this kid is so arrogant and rude, why do you have to show your composure? Just ask two of your brothers to kill him."
Wang Baobao let out a long breath, looked at the direction where Duan Ziyu left, and sighed: "If such a good talent can be used by me, we will be even more powerful.
"The king of the Duan family came to Nanmo and implemented benevolent policies in all dynasties. The legacy of benefits lasts for hundreds of years. The people of Dali still miss Rumu like a child looking forward to his parents. Today, it is roughly determined that if we can set a new example in Dali, it will be good for me. Waiting for great things to help Qi Ju.”
He turned around and said, "Mr. Fang, is it true that Duan Ziyu's martial arts came from Zhang Zhongcheng?"
Fang Dongbai said: "His swordsmanship is indeed the Heavenly Thunder Swordsmanship taught by the Heavenly Master. As far as my subordinates know, only three or five of the Heavenly Masters' swordsmanship have been taught this kind of swordsmanship.
"These high priests are all Zhang Changsheng's high disciples. I wonder how Master Duan got so much love from Zhang Changshang and actually taught him the secrets of his teachings that are not passed down to others?"
Hebiweng said: "Old Fang, is this swordsmanship better than what you have learned?"
Fang Dongbai sighed: "He Weng made fun of me. Back then, Mr. Fang didn't make ten moves with this sword technique."
"What?" He Biweng exclaimed: "Even Zhang Sanfeng's awesome nose can't defeat you within ten moves. Old Fang, are you kidding me?"
Fang Dongbai smiled bitterly and said: "He Weng, my brother has been proud of his swordsmanship all his life and has never convinced anyone. Could this shameful thing be made up by me to ruin myself?"
Wang Baobao said with a smile: "Weng He, don't have any doubts, that Zhang Zhongzheng is indeed extraordinary. I remember that when he was the chief minister of Taoism in the south of the Yangtze River in our Yuan Dynasty, I had dealings with him several times.
"It's just that he is arrogant based on his talent, has a high self-respect, and does not interact with the common people. It is unknown how good Zhang Chenggong's martial arts is, but the martial arts of several of his top disciples are indeed extraordinary. The late king recruited many people with huge sums of money several times, but none of them came true. Mr. Fang said there will be no such thing. Fake."
Hebi Weng was still half-convinced. He knew Fang Dongbai's martial arts very well, so even if his brothers joined forces, they would have to defeat him with more than a hundred moves. He really didn't believe that there was someone with such strong martial arts in this world.
Duan Ziyu ran out of the village, regardless of the path, and ran as fast as he could.
My heart was at a loss.
He has grown up in hatred since he was a child. He has fantasized about killing enemies thousands of times, and often targets Wu Lie, Wu Qingying, etc. for revenge. Now he realizes that all of this is almost false. I lost my footing on a tall building and I don't know where I am.
At that time, the autumn wind was strong, howling and blowing against my face, flying sand and dust, which made my cheeks hurt.
Duan Ziyu ran for an unknown number of miles in the crisp cold wind before his mind gradually calmed down.
Looking up, a big river suddenly appears in front of you. The water is surging, like a white dragon winding and galloping, and the surging sound is like morning bells and evening drums, which makes people feel peaceful.
Duan Ziyu felt unbearably hot in his stomach, so he drank a lot of water with his hands.
The cold river water made his skin shiver, but it also made him feel much better.
A small boat was sailing down the river, and a boatman shouted loudly: "Master, do you want to cross the river?" Before the voice fell, the small boat was swung in front of us.
Duan Ziyu boarded the bow of the ship in a daze, but he didn't know why he wanted to get on the ship, and he didn't know where the other side was.
I just feel that the world is vast and everything is the same.
The boat intercepted the current and crossed it. The current was as fast as an arrow. Although the boatman tried his best to steer the boat, the boat still rocked from side to side.
Duan Ziyu swayed, hurriedly holding on to the ship's plank, and hurriedly used his feet to nail the heavy weight to the bottom of the ship.
There was a clang in his arms and something fell. Duan Ziyu lowered his head and saw that it was a flat bottle. He suddenly remembered that this was the antidote for Shixiang Ruanjin Powder. He couldn't help but let out an "ah yo" and secretly thought that it was terrible. I don't know how to be young. How is my sister?
The boatman glanced at him and said with a smile: "Master, stand firm. This ten-mile beach is windy and dangerous. No one but me dares to ferry here."
Duan Ziyu said: "Brother Boatswain, please row the boat back, and I will pay for it."
The boatman said coldly: "Are you kidding me? How can we swing the boat back when it reaches the middle stream? Let's get to the other side first."
Mr. Duan was not willing to listen, so he reached out to grab the oar. The boatman held the oar in one hand and struck him with a palm. The boat lost an oar and immediately became sideways in the rapids. Duan Ziyu's body shook, and he did not avoid the sudden palm. Open, it hits the left shoulder firmly, it doesn’t hurt at all.
Duan Ziyu shouted: "So you are a member of the Hui family. Do you want to rob wealth or life?"
The boatman saw that his hard-fought palm only made him stagger, and he didn't even move his steps. The place where the palm hit was as soft as cotton, but there was a feminine force countering the palm, and the whole arm was so numb that it was difficult to lift it.
I was shocked. He panicked, let go of the oar in his hand, and the boat sailed down the river faster than a galloping horse.
A gust of wind blew up, lifting up the boatman's coat, revealing a chest mark embroidered with a red flame. Duan Ziyu suddenly realized that he was a member of the Ming Cult seeking revenge.
He stretched out his hand to grab, but the boatman hurriedly dodged it, but Duan Ziyu's arm suddenly stretched out half a foot with a snap, and his five fingers clasped his right shoulder. : "You bastard, you dare to devise a trick to harm me."
The man's face was pale with pain, and the muscles on his face were spasmed and twisted out of shape, but he still said loudly:
"Little thief surnamed Duan, you killed the flag envoy Yan Zhang and more than 20 brothers. Our Houtu Banner will fight you forever, and the hundreds of thousands of Mingjiao disciples will not let you go until they cut you into pieces. "
Duan Ziyu was furious, and when he pressed his five fingers together, his skin, flesh, bones, and tendons suddenly turned into a mass of bloody mud. Blood spurted out to the west, splattering the clothes on their faces with spots.
The sound of broken bones was even more horrifying, and it made my whole body feel numb. The boatman had long ignored life and death. Although he almost fainted from the pain, he still kept cursing:
"Little thief, your grandfather is waiting for you underground. In a few days, you will have today."
Duan Ziyu couldn't help but admire him when he saw how strong he was. He regretted that he had struck too hard. He grabbed the lapel of his clothes with one hand and shouted:
"Spare your life and go." He threw it to the shore casually. The boatman felt his body soaring into the air. Suddenly, he landed on the shore with his feet firmly on the ground. He was stunned there for a moment.
The boat was like a wild horse, rising and falling on the water. Duan Ziyu had never lived on the water, and he didn't know how to operate a boat. He used both hands to push an oar, and with two clicks, both oars broke in his hands. .
Watching the trees on both sides passing by like lightning, he felt helpless for the first time.
He only grabbed the side of the boat with both hands and nailed the bottom of the boat with his feet, letting the boat drift.
Suddenly there was a big ship going upstream on the opposite side. It was just a black dot at first. In a blink of an eye, it was clear that it was a big ship with three masts. Before I could see the faces and clothes of the people on the ship, the two ships had collided with each other like two meteors. The moment Yu Xian collided with the ship, a "dry land plucked green onion" rose more than two feet high, took advantage of the momentum to rush forward, and landed on the bow of the big ship.
With a roar, the small boat was smashed into pieces, and sawdust flew. Many people gathered on the bow of the big ship to watch this thrilling and jaw-dropping scene.
When Duan Ziyu floated down the bow of the boat like a swallow, he couldn't help but burst into cheers.
Duan Ziyu took a closer look and was shocked.
It turned out that the dozens of people on this boat all had yellow hair and blue eyes, and they were obviously not from China.
Duan Ziyu was stunned and wondered to himself who this person was and why he looked so strange. Was he a wild man from the barren mountains and swamps?
But there was a commotion in the crowd, and a graceful and graceful woman walked out of it, smiling slightly and saying:
"Little brother, your skills are not bad. I have worked hard for you in vain."
Duan Ziyu saw that she was about thirty years old. Her skin was like cream, her face was pretty, and her whole body exuded a graceful and luxurious temperament. Her eyes and hair were the same as his own, except that her eyes were slightly larger than those of ordinary people. Her eyes were as soft as the spring breeze. Dasheng felt a sense of intimacy, as if he were seeing someone of the same kind in a peerless wilderness, and he cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, big sister, for your concern."
Hatchback roared loudly: "Don't be rude."
The woman waved her hand and said, "It's okay. This little brother calls me big sister. I like it very much. Little brother, don't be afraid. This is the first time I've heard someone call me big sister. It sounds very nice."
Duan Ziyu said: "Since the eldest sister likes to hear it, the younger brother will bark a few more times." After several calls, the woman agreed repeatedly, laughing so hard that her branches were trembling with joy.
Duan Ziyu shouted and glanced aside a few times, and saw twelve people lined up on both sides. They all had bulging temples, showing that they were masters of martial arts. However, they were extremely respectful to this woman. Everyone lowered their hands and looked down. If you want more rules, you can Lots of rules.
Duan Ziyu wondered, how could such a fairy-like elder sister have twelve savages as her servants?
How can a savage know martial arts?
In fact, this woman is Xiao Zhao, the chief leader of the Persian Mingjiao General Forum. In the past, in order to save Zhang Wuji, Xie Xun and others, he had to cut off the love thread with his sword and shed tears to say goodbye to Zhang Wuji. He followed his mother, the purple-robed Dragon King Dai Qisi, back to Persia to serve as the leader of the church. The feelings weighing on my heart are getting deeper and deeper.
It's just that Persia and China are far away from each other, and they are no less generous than the Milky Way of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. Although I am eager to meet Zhang Wuji, I also know that meeting will only increase the distress. The leader of the Persian Archbishop must not only be a chaste saint, but also a lifelong one. Keep the festival of ice and snow alive to maintain its sacred image.
Therefore, Qiang suppressed this love affair. After Zhu Yuanzhang ascended the throne, small neighboring countries sent envoys to China to congratulate the new emperor on his enthronement. Persia, which had always had contacts with China, also sent envoys to observe the ceremony.
Among these envoys were two Baoshu kings from the Persian Ming Cult who were well versed in the classics and familiar with etiquette.
Xiao Zhao originally thought that Mingjiao had taken over the world, and the one who ascended the throne would definitely be Mingjiao leader Wuji, so he carefully prepared a generous gift for him.
When the two Baoshu Kings came to Zhongtu to meet the new emperor, they were surprised to see a deer-eyed horse-faced man named Zhu Yuanzhang. Although the Eastern Ming Cult formed its own system separate from the Persian General Cult, its leading figures were as follows The left and right light envoys, the Dharma King of the Western University and the flag bearers of various banners also have well-documented records in the general teaching.
Therefore, as broad and knowledgeable as the two treasure tree kings, it would never have been possible for a single rogue who had been a beggar and a monk to join forces and rise to the rank of ninety-five.
The two Baoshu kings both had deep knowledge of the city. Although they were inexplicably surprised, they kept it secret and stayed in China for more than two years under the pretext of making secret investigations. They learned that Zhang Wuji suddenly disappeared many years ago.
Zhu Yuanzhang turned against the Ming Cult and massacred them wantonly. The current leader of the Ming Cult, Yang Xiao, was old and weak, and his authority was not strong enough to convince the public. The huge Ming Cult fell into disintegration again. Then he hurriedly returned to Persia and reported to the leader.
Xiao Zhao learned that he was immediately anxious.
She always knew Zhang Wuji's abilities. In terms of martial arts alone, no one could hurt him. Someone must have plotted against him, otherwise he would not have disappeared for no reason.
Then they gathered the Twelve Treasure Tree Kings to discuss and return to the sergeant to rectify the Ming Cult. Most of the kings of the Twelve Treasure Trees disagreed, saying that the Eastern Ming Cult had not obeyed the orders of the Chief Sect for many years. Even if they arrived in the Eastern Territory, they might not be able to meet the leader's wishes. Moreover, they were far away from each other and there were many risks on the sea. It is difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.
If there are too many people, it is difficult to transport them, and if there are too few people, they are afraid of being defeated, so they insist on ignoring their success or failure.
But that's not what Xiao Zhao meant. He advocated going to the East to rectify the Ming religion. After all, the King of the Twelve Treasure Trees could not disobey the leader's will. After several discussions, he gathered all the elites of the general altar in the name of trade and accompanied the leader on an expedition to the east.
Due to the large number of people, they were divided into three groups. The King of Twelve Treasure Trees protected Xiao Zhao and landed early. He stayed in the capital for a while and then headed northwest. On this day, he ran into Duan Ziyu's boat in the Han River.
Xiao Zhao saw Duan Ziyu's surprised look on his face and naturally understood what he was thinking.
Since arriving in China, as the leader of the cult, she has not been able to interact with ordinary people, and she has never been able to find out any news about Zhang Wuji.
The feeling in my heart is hard to express.
When she saw Duan Ziyu flying like a dragon and leaping like a tiger, she felt a bit like Zhang Wuji back then, and her heart immediately became happy. Duan Ziyu called her big sister several times, which made her feel even more useful.
I fell in love with this boy.
A maid came out and bowed: "Master, it's windy outside, you'd better rest in the cabin."
Xiao Zhao smiled and said, "Okay, how about this little brother follow me into the cabin and sit down."
Duan Ziyu also felt very tired at this time, and seeing that the eldest sister was elegant and graceful, she sincerely invited her, so she followed him into the cabin.
As soon as I entered the cabin door, my eyes lit up. There was a Persian tapestry on the west wall of the cabin. The figures depicted were soaring and flying, as if they were about to rush towards me. The ground was covered with thick bearskin as white as snow, and a short A few, a guqin, luxurious and elegant.
Xiao Zhao sat cross-legged next to the shorter ones and motioned for Duan Ziyu to sit opposite, with smiles in his eyes.
The maid filled a gold cup with Persian wine, placed it on the table, and bowed out.
Xiao Zhao casually played the piano and sang in a low voice: "At the end of the day, there is no way to escape that day. A hundred years old is rare, and a seventy-year-old is rare. The years are fleeting, and the water is passing by."
The voice was clearer and more ethereal, as if coming from a distance, but every word was clearly heard. Duan Ziyu raised his glass and took a sip. Before he could taste the wine, he suddenly heard this fairy-like singing, and he hurriedly listened attentively.
As soon as I heard it, I was fascinated. I carefully savored the meaning of the lyrics and burst into tears.
Xiao Zhao was stunned and asked: "Little brother, what's wrong with you?"
Duan Ziyu waved his sleeves to wipe away his tears and said with a forced smile: "I heard the profound meaning of my elder sister's song and suddenly felt something, so I lost my composure. I really shouldn't disturb my elegant mood."
Xiao Zhao was silent. He had known this song since he was a child, but he had only sung it to one person. That was in the secret passage at the Great Bright Summit of the Ming Sect. He and Zhang Wuji were in a desperate situation and sang it for him.
At that time, Zhang Wuji seemed to feel deeply.
She raised her head and smiled: "Little brother, do you like to hear it?"
Duan Ziyu nodded and said, "I like it. I have never heard such a good song."
In fact, he had never even heard a bad song. Ouyang Jiu, a wealthy martial artist, had no time to sing to him.
Xiao Zhao was sitting upright, putting the end of the piano in front of his knees, playing it lightly with his delicate hands, and sang in a sweet voice:
"The world's emotions depend on physics. Life is precious and comfortable. I think that the creation of the world is ups and downs. Good luck hides bad luck, bad luck hides good luck. How can we grow rich and noble? The sun is waxing, the moon is full, and the clouds are eclipsing. The underground is in the southeast, the sky is high in the northwest, and the heaven and earth are not complete yet. .
"Showing people's brows, don't compete for leisure. Today's appearance is older than yesterday. From ancient times to the present, it has been like this, caring about the wise, the foolish, the poor and the rich.
"At the end of the day, you can't escape that day. You can use it once, but it's cheap. A hundred years old is rare, and a seventy-year-old is rare. The years are fleeting, and the water is passing by."
Xiao Zhao had moved to Persia for many years. Although she was extremely honorable and powerful, she always felt that it was better to be Zhang Wuji's maid. The two could get along day and night, and the pain and joy were as different as the sky. The eternal loneliness in her heart was even more indescribable.
Whenever I feel extremely depressed, I will play the piano and sing loudly to clear up the obstacles.
As I grow older, my understanding of the profound meaning of the music becomes deeper and deeper, and the singing becomes increasingly sad and sad, making those who listen to it cry and those who enjoy it feel sad.
Duan Ziyu was at a time when his body and mind were lost, and he was so talented that he immediately remembered the lyrics as soon as he heard them. He savored the profound meaning of it carefully, and Xiao Zhao's low and melodious singing voice echoed in his ears. In life, there are more sufferings and less joys, but it is always surrounded by sorrows and endless death.
This is because he always regards revenge as the goal of his life. Once he loses it, he will feel that he has no support. The West Sea is vast and there is nowhere to live. His body and mind resonate with this song, and he can't help but sob and cry, feeling overwhelmed with sadness.
Every time Xiao Zhao plays this song, everyone around her knows that she is in the worst mood, and they stay away for fear of getting into trouble. Seeing Duan Ziyu like this now makes me feel like a close friend. One of them is suffering from love, the other is trapped by hatred, but they have reached the same destination through different paths.
Weeping at each other.
It is very difficult for the boat to go upstream. But the lower cabin of the ship was equipped with 120 pieces of iron pulp, and 120 masters worked hard to pull the oars. The speed of the ship was no less than that of a boat on still water.
The Twelve Treasure Tree Kings lined up on both sides, watching the movements on both sides of the Taiwan Strait. They were deeply rooted in Persia, powerful and fearless.
As soon as I set foot in China, I felt like I was walking on thin ice due to the sparseness of life.
Xiao Zhao's beautiful piano music and ethereal singing echoed on the river. Although the King of Treasure Trees was used to it, hearing it now felt completely different and he felt heavy.
