The colorful turbulence of time and space washed away the body of the war ghost. The years that wore down Cui Yigeng only polished the golden glory for Douzhao.
He fell freely like this, constantly colliding.
Traveling across time and space, asking for the year with one knife...
That sudden fighting spirit has already given the answer!
Wow——
The military uniforms with a red background and gold edges made a rustling sound, the Tianxiao knife stabbed open a page in the history book, and Dou Zhao jumped from the sky.
Like a god transformed from the sun, he jumped to the world.
sun?
Dou Zhao looked back with his golden eyes while he was falling, and saw the big sun in the sky, which was very dazzling for an instant. From the bright golden light, a scorching sun chariot rumbled out. Zhong Xuan Zun, who was fluttering in white, stood at attention.
On the chariot, holding a scroll of green slips, he looked down at the world leisurely, with a half-smile on his face.
The rumbling sound was not just the sound of chariots. But suddenly thunder and lightning danced in the clear sky, and the lightning from thousands of miles away was reduced to an inch of light, which was embedded in the eyebrows of the old man. He came into the world in the light of lightning, like the god in charge of heavenly punishment!
The blazing white electric light behind him simply turned into chains, pure white like a spider web, stretching across the sky——
The first chain of Legalism is that there are no two doors in the Dharma. Once this chain is released, nothing will change and it will be difficult to open it even if it lasts a thousand years!
The sky has been covered in darkness, and everything is dim. In this apocalyptic scene, the statue of the god of destruction has descended.
Douzhao stopped looking. With one strike of [Heavenly Punishment], he had already entered the most critical place of this diligent academy——
A small pavilion in the middle of the lake connected by bridges on all sides.
The pavilion is surrounded by fences, and the fences are also connected with chairs facing the water. There is only a stone chess table and two round stone benches in the middle.
Only the person sitting on the stone bench facing the east is a thin old man with high cheekbones, deep eye sockets, half-frozen hair, and a cold light in his eyes. He is serious by nature.
But sitting there, with her long gown slightly swaying, her face seemed to be shrouded in a friendly glow.
The glow is tinged with the nature of the mortal world, it seems like worry, it seems like sadness, it seems like the emotion of reflecting on oneself in the dead of night.
He is playing chess.
There was no one opposite him, but the chess game was aggressive.
He is not playing chess with himself, but the person he is playing chess with has not yet shown any signs of it.
And he was holding a white chess piece, hanging in the sky above the chessboard, but it was still unable to fall.
This white chess piece is round and delicate, like a jade stone being polished, with gaps in the sky - those with excellent eyesight can vaguely see a ray of skylight falling from the center of the white chess piece, standing straight on the chessboard, and also on the chessboard.
The central Tianyuan position.
It's a sword.
A sword that is astonishing and unparalleled in the world, running through ancient and modern times. It is not visible in form, but it is majestic and peerless, as small as the same sword.
This sword has no name, it may be named "One", or it may be named..."Tao"!
Li Yi, wearing a wooden hairpin and a white robe, was standing on the top of the pavilion. Before he entered the pavilion, his sword was already on the chess piece, forcing him to stop his move.
What kind of game is this?
Dou Zhao had such a question in his heart, and chopped it into pieces with another knife.
What others want is not what I want. Ten thousand years of literature and thousands of articles along the way are all chopped into pieces. As if the bright sun is shining on the water, Douzhao steps on the stone bridge, lifts the knife and enters the pavilion, slashing Xing Xing.
When you see me, kill all the myths, and with one strike... the five degenerates of heaven and man!
The old man, who had not yet finished picking up the pieces, was stunned for a moment: "Did you come... so fast?"
As soon as he spoke, he faced the sword.
On that day, the man's beauty was withered, and his sword was so fierce that the old man had to lift an index finger and press it on the blade.
The radiant light that erupted at this moment swept across the sky and the earth like a wave, then rolled back and suddenly gathered at the fingertips.
The old man's index finger shriveled up in an instant. Not only was it bent by the blade, but it also began to rot!
But all I could hear was the sound of the book turning pages.
The movement of this index finger is like new, and all the pain it has suffered is like old things in a book that have been turned over. The clean and straight index finger seems to have infinite vitality, constantly withering and regenerating. When striking on the blade, there is a sonorous sound.
ring.
He realized how Douzhao found him - Douzhao's interrogation with his sword had stirred up all the fighting spirit that he was qualified to feel during the more than 40,000 years of Qinku Academy's history.
If you are brave enough to fight, no one can avoid you.
These young people are really...
He asked: "I am a guest from afar, but I don't know how to play chess. Why?"
Douzhao withdrew the colorful Tianxiao Sword and swept away the sound of turning the book. With his golden body, he used his sword to kill a daydream!
also!"
The sky and the earth are spinning in vain, and the years have passed. There are no words, no ears and eyes.
The huge Qinku Academy has disappeared. Now there is only the vast sky and the long white bridge.
Thinking about all the things in the world, living in a daydream!
Zuo Qiuwu still holds the white chess piece in his hand, and is still sitting on the stone bench. He is no longer in the pavilion, and is far away from the academy.
He laughed: "Did you get me here?"
"There are so many talkative people outside, I'm afraid I'll frighten you!" Dou Zhao walked on the endless bridge: "The rest are rude and have no reputation, so I don't need to meet you, sir. If there is only a certain family who is well-informed and elegant, we can talk at night by candlelight.
, discuss articles!”
Behind Zuoqiu Wu, asparagus grows, swaying on the white bridge.
He casually folded one, cut it into a slip, then stood up, put his right hand holding the chess piece behind his back, used the bamboo slip as a sword, faced the sharp sword light, with a smile on his face: "I don't know what to prepare for."
Cut me?"
"That depends on the dean's performance!"
A lonely stone bench stands on the white bridge.
The two of them were huddled together, the bamboo slips facing the blade, clanging in succession, filling the sky with sparks!
Zuoqiu Wu's cold and bright eyes crawled over the spine of the sword, as if shining into Dou Zhao's bright heart: "It's really hard to be polite to draw the sword at the first sight. Speaking of which...you have to figure out what happened.
Is it done?"
Dou Zhao made up his mind to single-handedly kill the dean of Qinku Academy and try his hand at the pinnacle of Confucianism and Taoism, and become the master of swordsmanship. Therefore, he let go of his daydreams for fear of being disturbed by others - none of his colleagues were able to save fuel.
At this moment, with all the knives on the stand, of course he didn't bother to chat with Zuo Qiuwu, so he just said in a low voice: "If I can't figure it out, I'll tie you up first."
Zuo Qiuwu laughed: "If you tie them right, you can kill me. It will be fun! What if you tie them wrong?"
Dou Zhao raised his hand and slashed: "This is protection!"
Qinku Academy has become like this, and this old boy is still in the mood to talk and laugh, what kind of good person can he be?
This knife is like a freehand splash of ink, cutting out the continuous green mountains. It also shows the scenery on the lonely bridge.
Zuo Qiuwu looked up and praised: "Qingzhou Piaomiao should never grow old!"
When the current Emperor of Chu was in Qianlong, he once annotated "Nine Hills" in prison. He was a rare Chu monarch who showed kindness to Shushan. This Confucian masterpiece of swordsmanship, also known as "Nine Hills", was created by Douzhao.
Origin of classics.
This style [Qingzhou Immortality] is quite charming.
Using the Confucian sword to attack the Confucian master, the madness of Dou Zhao can be seen.
Zuo Qiuwu has been studying history all his life, and he actually admires such a distinctive character: "The madness of Dou Zhao may be likened to Mo Qingshu..."
He held up the sword on the bamboo slip and said, "How difficult is it to face the dilemma of life in Jingzhou!"
[Gain and Loss of Jingzhou] versus [Immortal of Qingzhou].
Nine hills versus nine hills.
This exciting battle resulted in the long bridge becoming shorter and shorter, causing it to tilt during the day.
Zuo Qiuwu did not use any Confucian magical powers, but only used swordsmanship to fight against Dou Zhao. He used history as a guide to guide today's people.
He quickly suppressed Douzhao, but Douzhao became more and more courageous as he fought. The ball of sword light was like an eternally burning golden flame that could not be extinguished no matter what.
Daydreaming was like quicksand, Zuo Qiuwu was not in a hurry, he just moved forward with sword after sword: "Aren't you going to call your friends?"
"Old man!" Dou Zhao laughed wildly: "You haven't won yet!"
Eight slashes were executed in a row, the sky was split nine times, and the misfortune surged like the sea! He struck out with one sword after another, like an evil beast that kept roaring.
At some point, it started to rain.
The two people who were fighting felt slightly cold.
Under the high bridge, the clouds and mist dispersed, finally revealing a vast sea of tranquility.
The raindrops hit the tranquil sea, creating ripples in circles.
At a certain moment, Zuo Qiuwu suddenly pulled out and turned around. The chess piece that had been holding on his finger finally came out and pressed against the tip of the sword that was soaked in the rain!
The edge of the sword is as bright as snow, cutting through the rain across the white bridge.
The world-famous sword Chang Acacia brings out that unparalleled figure.
Fighting out from a raindrop with endless phantom lights, holding a sword and wearing a blue shirt like a flying dragon, the flying dragon stretches out its claws and the snow turns into mist.
The white chess piece on Zuo Qiuwu's fingertips shattered into powder and fell with a rustle.
He couldn't help but look up to the sky -
Look carefully, where are the raindrops falling all over the sky? They are clearly unpredictable fairy thoughts!
Wishful Immortal Technique: This heart suddenly rains.
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Every raindrop is pulling at emotions crazily. Raindrops are connected to raindrops, and fairy thoughts are connected to fairy thoughts. They are faintly formed into formations, forming a complex forbidden seal that connects the sky and the earth.
Zuo Qiuwu grinned and wanted to smile, but remained silent.
Because this ban... is the [Six Yao Mountains and Rivers Ban]!
The difference is that that one is a residual Yan, and this one is a complete Yan.
The difference is...he is a forbidden person.
"Jiang Jun! I've been waiting for you for a long time!" When Dou Zhao saw this figure, he shouted loudly: "I specially circled him here just to wait for you. Let's take him down quickly, and don't let others take the credit!"
Jiang Wang was simply moved.
Endless raindrops fell, forming the "Six Yao Mountains and Rivers Swallow Forbidden" in an instant, and the mountains and rivers formed a disk, covering Zuoqiu Wu on it.
The violent waves roared and swept Zuoqiu Wu away from the Daydream Bridge and into the sea of subconsciousness!
When Dou Zhao arrived with his chopping knife, the long bridge was empty, leaving only a few traces of rain.
His golden eyes turned brightly, and he jumped down without saying a word - but when the clouds and mist covered the high bridge and Tianxiao slashed away, the Jinghai had disappeared!
If you are willing to scold, but you are afraid of shouting loudly and being laughed at, once you raise your martial arts boots, the bridge will be far away.
Rumble, the undercurrent surges like thunder.
In the vast deep sea, there is endless subconsciousness. This place where the two minds meet, if Zuoqiu Wu had not been sealed off, we would not be here.
Zuo Qiuwu's hand was dyed white, and he was holding a bamboo slip sword in the other hand, standing quietly in the mountains and rivers where the Fengzhen was manifested. He looked at everything in his leisurely time, and said to the world-famous young man: "I have made some achievements in writing history.
I should know more about the Yan Dynasty than you do. Does Jiang Zhenjun know why when I first created this ban, I only used the residual Yan Mountain and River to enter the ban?"
Jiang Wang stood calmly outside the mountains and rivers, walking quietly on the undercurrent: "Why?"
"Because when the moon is full, it will be in decline." Zuo Qiuwu gave sincere advice to an elder: "If you don't see it, its prosperity will be great, and its demise will be sudden."
He used a bamboo slip and sword as a pen and wrote the word "Yan" out of thin air. When the last stroke fell, the sound of "Yan" also ended.
The ban in his writing is full of regrets, but the ban filled in by Jiang Wang is like a flying dragon in the sky, extremely grand.
Sure enough, it will perish! When it reaches its peak, it will decline.
With just a single click from the Confucian master, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers gradually collapsed, and the mountains and rivers collapsed like quicksand.
Jiang Wang didn't say a word, just watched quietly.
Zuo Qiuwu's leisurely eyes turned serious. In the confinement he was familiar with, he saw a strange scenery——
But seeing a green tripod leaping on it, the collapse of the mountains and rivers suddenly stopped.
Not only did this closed town not collapse under Zuo Qiu Wu's writing, but it stood on a high bank and was indestructible. It imprisoned Zuo Qiu Wu in the deepest part of the subconscious ocean.
Only then did Jiang Wang ask: "Dean Zuo, does he know why I learned Can Yan but used it to flourish?"
Zuo Qiuwu smiled: "It's a little embarrassing to rely on your old age and sell your old age."
He naturally understood that this blue sky sword and cauldron represented the supreme royal power. Of course he remembered that when Jiang Wang attacked Xia and collided with the cauldron, he was resuming the responsibility of the Yan family to suppress the flood!
Jiang Wang used the mountains and rivers of the Yan Dynasty to enter the ban... because he could control it.
"Mr. Zuo doesn't seem to be in a hurry?" Jiang Wang asked.
"It's useless to be anxious, you guys came too fast..." Zuo Qiuwu said calmly: "Since we have made all the efforts, let's wait for the final fate."
"Are you working hard..." Jiang Wang looked out from the deep sea: "The time and space where Mr. Zuo is playing chess is the time and space extended by the real person Jin Qingjia. He wrote the biography of Gu Shiyi, but he is not as chivalrous as I thought."
Zuo Qiuwu looked at him with deep meaning: "When a scholar writes, his brush strokes are only for the characters. The writing is humorous, maybe dignified. The paper is full of absurdity, but it may not be sad. Don't wait and look at it."
"I have learned a lesson." Jiang Wang said politely: "Now that he has been captured, all your arrangements in this time and space have been erased, and even this time and space will disappear at any time - Mr. Zuo has nothing to say.
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"Your colleagues are very efficient!" Zuo Qiuwu praised, and then said: "Speaking of which, what is the purpose of Jiang Zhenjun seizing me from Changqiao and suppressing me here alone?"
He asked with a smile: "Are you just like that proud Dou family member who wanted to cut off my head alone to make himself famous?"
Jiang Wang said quietly: "I have worked hard for my reputation for a long time! Killing Mr. Mister will not make you much stronger."
He looked at the dean of the No. 1 academy in the world: "There is a person who has stayed in your closed town for three hundred and thirty-two years, three months and seven days. Big shots are often too rash when making some decisions - I
I don’t mean anything else, I just want you to feel it.”
Zuoqiu Wu fell silent.
Silence rippled in the sea for an unknown length of time.
The Grand Master finally said: "I know his pain -"
"You can't feel the same way." Jiang Wang interrupted him.
Meng Tianhai's name was found by Zuo Qiuwu from history.
He was also the one who helped Jing Guo Ouyang Jie, the chief of the Criminal Investigation Department, find clues about human bugs.
There are many things he has done and contributions to the world that are sung by others and unknown to others.
But the past is the past and the present is the present.
Wrong things cannot be covered up by right experiences.
"Mr. Zuo was in his prime at that time. He laughed loudly and said - 'From now on I am rude!' Scholars all over the world regard him as a sage."
Jiang Wang's open fingers suddenly clenched together: "Please forgive me for being rude."
His voice turned into snow. This body stood motionless in the deep sea, but the frost spread rapidly.
Almost as soon as I changed my mind, the entire subconscious sea froze.
When Dou Zhao was daydreaming about his sword, he finally came to the sky above this sea of subconsciousness, but when he lowered his head, he only saw...
A huge ice coffin with almost no boundaries, exuding the chill of wild and ancient times.
The majestic road was frozen into frost on the ice coffin, with withered longevity flowers hanging on the coffin surface.
This is the winter magic controlled by [Ling Xiao Zhang]...