The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 304: The Overlord of Western Chu (6)

There are countless high mountains and ridges in southern Xinjiang, and some people are flashing past the peaks of the mountains. [Read the latest chapters]

There is always a fierce flying sword behind that person.

He suddenly stopped at the branch of a towering tree on the top of the mountain and looked up.

And that flying sword also stopped on the mountain before him to chase after him, hovering in the air, trembling slightly, a mediocre middle-aged man standing near the flying sword, also looking at the sky, sighed , And then made a golden rooster pose, raised one foot, bent over and took off the hemp shoe and trembled.

The man in Confucian shirt who was pushed all the way from Tai'an City to the old forests in the deep mountains of southern Xinjiang laughed loudly: "Deng Tai Ah, Deng Tai Ah, Cao Changqing found his way to death, and Jiang Si, the female emperor of Xichu, also left Xichu. The capital, not long after, even you can feel the collapse of the big pillar of Xichu's luck! The people who will benefit greatly at that time will be Chen Zhibao and the old lady who replaced me Xie Guanying and stole a part. Zhao Zhu is just two people! As long as Chen Zhibao absorbs the luck of half of the Western Chu, I, as the most important person to help the dragon, depends on how you Deng Tai A kills me!"

Not to mention the four great masters of Wuping, I am afraid that among the fourteen people of Wuping, the Peach Flower Sword God Deng Taia belongs to the one who is certainly the least expert at first glance, but it is just such a look that is not amazing. The middle-aged uncle of Xie Guanying was so embarrassed to chase down Xie Guanying, who was the top spot on the land map.

Deng Tai'a put on her shoes, curled her lips, and said in a bad mood: "You mean that after a pure martial artist like me, after becoming a land immortal, if I kill a person who is not angry, I will be hurt by my temper? I'm sorry? At that time, there was an old Taoist in Longhushan who returned to the basics and returned to life. He was slaughtered by me when he ascended, and there was nothing wrong with him."

Xie Guanying sneered and said: "How can I be the same as Wu Lingsu in the teacher's residence that day?"

Deng Tai'a rolled his eyes and said: "In my opinion, it really is no different."

Xie Guanying laughed and said: "Then I will wait and see how you fall into the realm!"

Deng Tai'a had a slightly casual look, and said with a serious face: "I don't care who in this life should follow the destiny of heaven to suppress anyone, or who should follow the way of heaven to overcome anyone, and I don't bother to control the flow of air in the world. I don’t care about these things in any household. Don’t talk about the soaring testimony, I am not interested in doing it or not."

Xie Guanying said angrily: "You lunatic! You are even more unreasonable than that of Lu Dongxuan and Li Chungang!"

Deng Tai'a turned his head to look at the flying sword of ordinary material, and said with a smile: "My Deng Tai'a, this life is accompanied by a three-foot sword, that's enough."

Xie Guanying clearly felt the murderous aura, and it passed away in a flash, even faster than before.

The mountain at the foot of Xie Guanying has been flattened by a sword!

Deng Tai'a did not immediately start the hunt, raised her head again, and looked at the unusually low sea of ​​clouds.

Cao Changqing, Cao Changqing, Li Chungang is gone, Wang Xianzhi is gone, now even you are gone.

Deng Tai'a suddenly laughed, and swept high in the sky with one sword, through the clouds, and came to the sun-drenched sea of ​​clouds. Deng Tai'a was standing on top of the flying sword.

He raised his head to face the golden glow of the sky, and Deng Tai'a was bathed in golden light, stepping on the sword, dazed.

Finally, Deng Tai'a raised a thumb to the sky and slowly turned to the ground.

Deng Tai Along said: "My Deng Tai A is already in this life, this life has come here, what can you do with me, who dare to ask me Deng Tai A a sword?"

There is no fairy in the sky to answer this question.

Xie Guanying on the ground murmured and repeated: "Madman, Madman Deng...Cao Changqing is a madman, and so is Tai A Deng!"

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An official wearing the woven golden-embroidered golden pheasant official’s court uniform, walked up to the city’s head with a straight face. He was in his prime of life, worthy of his early forty years. It will be a compelling existence, and in the young year, he will become the head of the criminal department of a prominent official of the second grade. How can it be considered not to be proud? His surname is Liu Yiyou, and he was born in the same Jinshi in Yonghui for eight years. Compared with Yin Maochun’s famous Yonghui Spring, it takes a few years at night. Liu Yiyou only learns nothing, and his family is unnamed. He has only a very poetic name. However, Liu Yiyou’s character was ridiculed by Tai’an City as a stubborn stone in the Maokeng. His servant, and then this spring, in fact, just three days ago, he had just been promoted to the Shangshu of the Ministry of Justice of Liyang, and he became an official of the autumn of the country. In addition to being in charge of the Fourth Division of the Penalty Department, he nominally holds all the power of life and death in Liyang Rivers and Lakes, and is secretly responsible for the issuance of embroidered bags of copper fish. Following the figures who climbed to the city head together behind Liu Yiyou, everyone hangs a bronze fish embroidered bag around their waists. Among them are 36 famous swordsmen, 18 master swordsmen, 14 boxing masters, Liu Yiyou and this The appearance of the masters of the rivers and lakes, approaching seventy people, immediately let the city head, which had no spring breath, walked along the road, adding a bit of autumnal murderous aura.

Liu Yi is still a weak scholar, but even if he stands with the ancestors of Wu Jiajian Tomb, Dongyue Jianchi Chai Qingshan and Daxueping Xuanyuan Qingfeng, his momentum is not inferior.

Wu saw that he was standing behind the arrow stack with his hands in his hands, his expression dignified. Chai Qingshan borrowed the second sword "Green Raccoon" from the girl Shanbaiyi, and stood with the sword, closing his eyes to raise his breath. He wore a purple dress and sat directly on the crenel without restraint, arms around his chest, squinting his eyes and looking away.

Liu Yiyou faced three martial arts masters who were enough to despise the prince, and said calmly: "The sixty-eight members of the Criminal Department are willing to fight for the first-line opportunities for the three of you. The officer hopes that the three can cooperate sincerely. Xichu Cao Changqing continues to run wild in my capital."

Wu saw the silence, Chai Qingshan nodded lightly, only Xuanyuan Qingfeng sneered and said: "The reason why I shot is that Cao Changqing is worth my shot, and you deserve to call me too?"

Compared with the other top leaders in Shangshu Province, Liu Yiyou, who is really a young junior, said with no expression: "As long as Huishan Daxueping is still in my Liyang rivers and lakes, as long as Jianzhou is still in my Liyang territory, I Liu Yiyou... …"

Without waiting for the Qiu official of this dynasty to finish speaking, Xuanyuan Qingfeng put his hands on his knees, Chai Qingshan stood in front of Liu Yiyou for unknown time, but there was still a blood stain on the cheek of the latter, and hair on the temples. Silk fell to the ground.

Liu Yiyou did not wipe the scars at all. He stretched out his hand and gently pushed Chai Qingshan away, staring at the beautiful woman who was known as the ruling and arrogant, "You can kill me, and I can die, but as long as you Xuanyuanqing Feng appeared at the head of Tai'an City. As long as he stood in the eyes of the official, he would go out of the city for a battle. It was not I, Liu Yi, who raised the tiger-skin banner of the Criminal Ministry to intimidate you, or I, Liu Yi, who asked for it. You help. In this city where the official is located, no one is indispensable except His Majesty the Emperor!"

Xuanyuan Qingfeng leaned back and tilted his head. For the first time, he looked at this young Master Shang Shu, sarcastically: "You are the cold man Liu Yiyou of Guangling Road? Could it be that I remembered you wrongly? Is your hometown?"

Liu Yi still had dark eyes. He didn't know whether it was the deep city palace that high officials should have, or the scholar's effort to cultivate qi. He still didn't become angry and calmly said: "Different ways do not conspire."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng smiled, "Oh?"

Standing between Xuanyuan Qingfeng and Chai Qingshan, the ancestor of Wu Jiajian Tomb frowned, stretched out a hand, lightly grabbed it, and there was a bang in the air, turning his head to the violent purple-clothed voice who was always killing people. : "Xiao Nizi, if you don't change your temperament, you won't be the best in the world."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn’t know why he wanted to pay more respect to this old man. Instead, he was very cold eyebrows towards Chai Qingshan in the Jianchi of Dongyue. After hearing Wu Jian’s kind reminder, she turned her head and continued looking towards the city. At the same time outside, the vitality in the body began to circulate sharply, the momentum skyrocketed, the purple clothes floated, and the hunting screamed. She sits at the head of the city, like a unique landscape of rivers and lakes. It seems that in this river and lake, no one has ever understood what this woman is thinking, why she suddenly became the Patriarch of Daxueping Xuanyuan, why did she go to the Guangling River to intercept Wang Xianzhi, why challenge the King of Xinliang in Tai'an City, and why should she leave the city today? Face Cao Changqing.

Maybe she is like a crazy child without parents, tutors, and growing up, unwilling to be reasonable in anything. But her cultivation base is too high, the climb is too fast, and the opportunities are too good, so no one is qualified to make her a graceful woman with red sleeves and a graceful personality.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng raised her head to look at the sky, the sea of ​​clouds surging above her head, which is the case in the entire Central Plains at the moment.

She squinted her eyes, a little sad. She would also like someone, but she didn't know how to let him know, and it seemed that she didn't dare and didn't want to let him know.

Then let him remember his name, rivers and lakes, battlefields, temples, no matter where he goes in the future, there will be her deeds in this world!

Since he can't do the same as her father only likes her mother all his life, then she would rather not have anything.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng suddenly took the lead out of the city, ignoring the cooperation of the bronze fish embroidery bag masters of the Criminal Ministry, and he did not want to join forces with the two current kendo masters, Wu Jian and Chai Qingshan.

She came to Tai'an City alone, and she came to Tai'an City alone.

The Ziyi slammed into Cao Changqing again, impassioned and regarded death as home.

Even Liu Yiyou had to be impressed by this scene.

With such a woman in the world, we can keep the world from blindly lonely.

The corner of Cao Changqing’s mouth cocked, ignoring Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s culling, smiled slightly, and stared at the chess game, "I don’t realize a big dream, how do I know it in my life."

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In the arena a long time later, in the arena where there are almost only two people, Long and Gou Youfang, there is actually an unknown ten-year agreement.

Every ten years, she would break out on time, sitting alone on the roof of the Queyue Tower in Daxueping, wearing a purple dress, carrying a jar of ten-year-old sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed from under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, waiting for someone to go to Ten Year's appointment.

Three times later, the fourth time, that day was heavy rain, he did not find her, she missed her appointment, only a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed on the roof, let the rain beat.

Outside the window, the rain is dense and the wind is violent. The purple-clothed woman is sitting in front of the dressing table. The woman in the bronze mirror has vaguely white hair.

The hem of her skirt was knotted, and there was an umbrella that she had cherished for more than forty years at her feet. She fell asleep on the dressing table as if she had a sweet dream. She was smiling.

An old but not very old guy entered the house without knocking, put away the oily paper umbrella, stood at the door and asked with a smile: "It's raining heavily outside. A lot of fish are going to be drowned, why don't you take a look at it together?"

She was asleep, not awake.

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Everyone in Tai'an City saw the absurd scene. The purple dress clearly ran into Cao Changqing of Western Chu, and he clearly passed by, but Cao Changqing was still sitting in place, while Xuanyuan Qingfeng did. Standing in the same place ten feet south of Cao Changqing, it was like an old monk entering Ding.

Cao Changqing didn't squint, picked up a chess piece from the chess box, placed it softly, turned his head and smiled: "It's time to wake up."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who seemed to have dreamed for 40 years, suddenly woke up, facing the Tsing Yi official, she did not know when she burst into tears.

She did not turn around, stretched her waist, wiped her cheeks with her hands, and smiled: "What a good dream."

Cao Changqing smiled upon hearing the words: "That's good."

Just when Xuanyuan Qingfeng was about to speak and hesitated to turn around to thank you, Cao Changqing slowly retracted his gaze, looked again at the chessboard with more than 90 chess pieces, and said with a smile: "I'm fine, you don't want to learn I’m fine. The sky and the earth are big, the south of the Yangtze River has the breeze and the bright moon, and the northwestern Jiliang has the yellow sand and the boundless vigor. Let’s watch it all before talking about life and death. Life and death is the top priority in life, especially when you are young, don’t make arbitrary decisions. Life is not easy to die and it is simple. But between life and death, there are fate and fate. People who live forever have to live a little more wonderfully than those who live in autumn."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng nodded, "I, Xuanyuan Qingfeng a day, will try to let the West Chu survivors die one less person."

Cao Changqing laughed.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng passed away in a swoop.

At the end of that big dream, she knew that she didn’t wake up, or was dead, but she could see the **** guy with the umbrella standing alone in the doorway, her lips slightly moving and speechless, very sad.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "Bad bastard!"

This inexplicable and unexpected departure in purple clothes did not delay Liu Yiyou's order to go out of the city to kill the enemy enshrined by the Criminal Ministry.

Sixty-eight masters from the Criminal Ministry and Zhao Gou urgently summoned to the city of Tai'an from all over the city and went out of the city together.

Like a flock of birds flying high branches.

Cao Changqing placed the piece on the corner of the chessboard this time, and then gently pressed his **** on the piece and pushed it forward.

So between Cao Changqing and Tai'an City, between the north and the south, a turbulent air like the Guangling River lay across.

Sixty-eight masters are like crossing the Guangling River in the flood season, arduous and slow, constantly exhausting their popularity and falling to the ground.

Chai Qingshan grabbed his sword and flew out.

One sword cut off the great river of energy.

Cao Changqing picked up the chess piece with his right hand and placed it on his left hand side, and lightly swiped it horizontally to the right.

Suddenly there was a surge of sword energy, from left to right.

Cao Changqing put the pieces on the chessboard from top to bottom.

A particularly majestic and brilliant beam of light fell straight down from top to bottom in the sky.

Between heaven and earth, one horizontal and one vertical, two sword auras.

Shot respectively in the Middle East Yuejianchi Chai Qingshan and Wu Jianzhong Wu Jian.

Cao Changqing did not rush to pick up his son, staring at the chess game and muttering to herself: "I, Cao Changqing, also has a great sword."

Chai Qingshan held a half-cut sword and fell twenty feet north of Cao Changqing, with a large pool of blood on his chest.

Wu Jian stood more than ten feet away in front of Chai Qingshan, the clothes on his shoulders shattered, and the old man stretched out his right hand with five fingers, holding a virtual three-foot white sword air in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Cao Changqing, take it seriously. Don’t hesitate to destroy both form and spirit, you have to finish this game?!"

Cao Changqing did not answer.

On the head of the city, Liu Yiyou, Shangshu of the Ministry of War, put his hands on the head of the city, his hands trembling.

As a poor scholar from Guangling Road, he knew Cao Changqing, not in Xi Chu, but in Liyang of the enemy country of Xi Chu, in this Tai'an city.

But before Cao Changqing and Jiang Si, the female emperor of Western Chu, came to the capital in the first year of Xiangfu, Liu Yiyou, who was no one in the Xingbu Yamen, only knew a Confucian scholar who met by chance, and knew that every time he went to Kyoto. A scholar from a foreign country who asked him to have a drink, Liu Yi still couldn't afford a house, so he had to rent a small remote yard in the southeast of the capital. In those years, he saw the smiling middle-aged man at the doorstep of his house in the cold. People, Liu Yiyou are particularly surprised and happy. Liu Yi, who is taciturn in the officialdom, still likes to complain with this elegant-speaking senior scholar, and spit bitterness with this Mr. Cao, who only knows his surname. After he was drunk, he said that his teacher was the first assistant of the student who was all over the world. My lord, obviously he was the first name in that session of the conference, and the palace test article did not lose the top three in that time. In the end, only the same Jinshi was the same. He felt that the first assistant Zhang Julu deliberately despised the Guangling scholar, so the world only knows Biyan'er has students such as Yin Maochun, Zhao Youling, Yuanguo, and others. He never knew Liu Yiyou, and Zhang Shoufu never considered himself his disciple, let alone regarded himself as a proud disciple. After listening to his test-taking essays verbatim, Mr. Cao said with a smile that such essays are exactly the same as those of Biyan in his youth. He is well versed in the essence of avoiding high and scattered discussions and avoiding empty and distant purposes. It is a good article. , But just like this, Zhang Shoufu will let you sit on the bench like him for many years, so you Liu Yi must not be impatient. After that, Liu Yiyou was half relieved, and half devoted, keeping his feet on the ground, keeping his feet on the ground, and burying his head as a small official of the Criminal Ministry. But what he was completely disheartened was that even when Shoufu-sama was ruined, he risked the world’s great disapproval to visit his house only for the righteousness of teachers and students, but that Shoufu-sama not only closed the door, but also asked the concierge to talk. Give him, "Who is Liu Yiyou, I have such a disciple of Zhang Julu? I can't remember." In that evening, Liu Yiyou returned to the simple courtyard, drunk.

But.

However, after the death of the first assistant, Qi Yanglong, after he was promoted to the Minister of Criminal Justice, asked someone to give him a very ordinary book, only saying that it was something that was accidentally turned over from someone's house.

Liu Yiyou found two old yellowed test papers in the book.

Only a thousand words article, there are 16 comments totaling more than 500 words.

At the end is the sentence: "Good materials come from Guangling, and they can also be pillars. I will cultivate them for the country. When I die, when will I use it."

Liu Yi still kept his eyes moist and opened his eyes as much as possible, standing at the head of the city, staring at the blue shirt.

Mr. Cao, I was born in Da Chu and I dare not forget my roots, so I will make peace in the temple for all the remnants of Western Chu in the future.

Mr. Cao, I am a student of Zhang Julu, and I dare not forget my kindness, so I have to stand here today and be your enemy.

Cao Changqing suddenly turned his head and looked at the Shangshu of the Criminal Ministry who was still in the Liyang officialdom, smiled slightly, and only gratified in his eyes.

Everything is without words.

To die for one country and one surname, it is better to survive for the people of the world. Liu Yiyou, you scholar, don't follow me Cao Changqing.

Cao Changqing sat down again, facing the chess game, keeping his eyes on.

Stay still.

Heaven and earth resonate.

Forget both heaven and man.

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In Tai'an City, the madman Sun Yin who found an excuse not to go to the Yamen Point Mao today, he rode a horse and ran wildly after going out, first found the small bookcase of Jianzheng of the Qintian Supervisor, and then took the boy straight to the Hanlin. In the courtyard, after finding Fan Chang, the only "ten-duan national player" of the Liyang Dynasty, he ordered two boxes of chess pieces and picked a window room for storing sundries. Cao Changqing's chess game was repeated. Jianzheng was responsible for explaining where Cao Changqing's "placed son" was. Fan Chang later placed them step by step and explained the mystery. But they went to the back, especially after twenty hands, whether it was Fan Changqing or the juvenile prison. It’s said that the "that person" who holds the black first has a mediocre chess power. The previous dozen moves are not bad, but they are also familiar with the delicate and fixed relationship of the older generation of Western Chu players. According to this person's level, let alone enter the Liyang chess. Waiting for the edict, even his Sun Yin will be able to secure victory. Regardless of being ridiculed by Sun Yin, Fan Changhou grabbed a black and white chess piece in one hand, ready to move at any time, pinching his chin with one hand, and frowned.

Sun Yin said to himself: "As a veritable name, Cao Changqing is the number one official in the world. The last game of chess in this life is so'just this'? Faced with such a mediocre player, he can be entangled to a hundred. Hands?"

Fan Chang said nothing.

The juvenile supervisor sneered: "You know what a fart! Can you tell how many moves the sunspot plays? Cao Changqing's opponent is clearly a stinky chess basket who only knows rote memorization, probably a person who can often contact Xichu The figures of chess waiting for the national player, from the early Li Mi who claimed to have the Western Chu chess player directly call "the sky is above", to the imperial national player Wang Qingxin who recognized that he only needs Li Mi to be the first, and then to Wang Qingxin who almost gave him a son. Guess, all the way, it can be said that all the proud players of the many national players in Western Chu Chess have been forced into this game by the black life. Coincidentally, such a hodgepodge of unreasonable methods, black and white actually just won or lost. The situation is balanced, so it is basically Cao Changqing, who holds the white, deliberately doing it. Otherwise, who would dare to first hand Tianyuan to Cao Changqing? I can’t do Grandpa Supervisor, and Huang Longshi can’t, no one can do it! We will push back a thousand years , No one can do it!"

Sun Yin looked towards Fan Changhou, who nodded slightly.

Sun Yin slapped his forehead fiercely, speechless.

Taian City is still shaking.

After every earthquake, Fan Changhou will accurately settle down under the command of the youth of the Qin Tianjian.

Fan Changhou suddenly raised his head and asked, "It's almost the end of the line, won't you say hello?"

The boy turned a deaf ear to his ears and muttered: "The secret of heaven must not be revealed. I still want to live a few more years, and I want to leave this city for a walk."

Sun Yin’s ears are pointed, and when he hears it, he can’t help but jokingly said: "You kid not only has a bad mouth and a bad beating, but it’s actually quite slippery."

The teenager with the nickname of a small bookcase sneered: "Little cat, I don't bother to talk to you!"

The little cat is an infamous nickname given to Sun Yin by a teenager. Demolition of the Sun character, lively translating the Yin character.

Fan Changhou messed up the chess game and said with a smile: "Let’s stop playing this chess, Mr. Cao’s chess power is high and low, only the old supervisor is playing with... Anyway, only two people can comment. As for Mr. Cao’s chess, It’s even more difficult for us to dictate."

Sun Yin looked straight at the young man who is not wearing official uniforms and only wearing white clothes. The latter hesitated, glanced out the window, and finally said: "Liyang Zhao has a lot of energy, if it's not the case, I ran to complain to the Queen’s sister a long time ago. Depending on the situation, that Cao Changqing still has the signs of dispersing all her luck into Guangling Road. It is really boring. If I knew this, why bother to return to the country..."

Sun Yin suddenly red eyes and shouted angrily: "Shut up!"

Fan Changhou also sighed softly: "Little bookcase, don't talk about it."

The young man became angry and furious, waving his sleeves away.

Sun Yin squatted there, placed his chin on the stacked arms, and muttered to himself: "Cao Changqing is here to let Li Yang know that he who has Guangling has the world."

Fan Changhou nodded, "It's a good thing, Guangling Road will kill a lot of people."

Sun Yin said stupidly: "Sentiment is something that can’t be eaten as a meal, but there is no sentiment, just like cooking without seasonings. Every meal is made of white rice and tasteless vegetables. Over time, there is really no chewing. Some tastes can make your eyes full of sour tears, sour teeth trembling, and bitterness causing your liver and gallbladder to burst. Probably this is your feelings."

Fan Changhou remained silent and began to pack the chess pieces.

Sun Yin asked: "Why do you laugh at those who have feelings?"

Fan Chang later thought for a while, "People who are too smart are not happy to have feelings. People who are too stupid can't be sentimental. So neither of them waits to see this stuff."

Sun Yin grinned and said: "I should be the former."

Fan Changhou slowly put the chess pieces back into the chess box, smiling: "I should be the latter."

Sun Yin suddenly looked sharp like a knife, "So Huang Longshi?"

Fan Changhou's face remained as usual, and he asked, "So Xu Fengnian?"

The two smiled at each other.

Just click and stop, the clouds are light and breezy.

The sky is shaking.

This time the earthquake was extremely intense.

Two people in the house fell to the ground at the same time, and then felt a suffocation.

Countless dust was spilled from the roof beams.

Sun Yin simply lay on the ground in a large font.

Fan Chang continued to pack the pieces.

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Outside the city of Tai'an, in front of Cao Changqing, the black and white chess box is the last chess piece left.

Wu Jian tomb of Wu Jiajian and Chai Qingshan of Dongyue Jianchi have never been able to break the distance.

Cao Changqing has always dealt with it calmly.

Taian City is always shaking again and again.

No one of the cavalry outside the city can ride on horseback, how can they charge and fight?

The archer outside the city has already twitched his arm, and his quiver has no feathers. How can he throw a rain of arrows?

Chai Qingshan was covered in blood, even if Xi Qingyi didn't deliberately target him again and again.

Wu Jian's palms are also **** and bones are visible.

Chai Qingshan spit out a mouthful of blood and smiled bitterly: "I have seen Xu Fengnian greet the sword before, and I have seen you Cao Changqing stand still like a mountain. This life is almost the same. Cao Changqing, if you get up and enter the city at this moment, I will already If you can't stop it, you won't get in the way here."

Chai Qingshan turned around and walked slowly back to the city gate, his figure huddled and old.

Wu Jian, who was originally standing between Cao Changqing and the city gate, gave way and sighed: "Although the old man still has the power of a sword, he must be unstoppable. My Wu's sword tomb is also considered to be benevolent and righteous to the Central Plains. It’s time to stand by. After all, with the last bit of strength, it might be useful in the future."

With Cao Changqing no longer settled.

The world became silent.

Cao Changqing smiled and looked at the other side.

In the end, the black piece finally jumped out of the chess box, as if the person holding the black was a little uncertain, dangling, just refused to fall, or did not know where it landed.

Cao Changqing leaned forward slightly, with one hand and two fingers, the other hand stretched out a finger, pointed to a certain place on the chessboard, and said softly: "Why don't you play here."

The sunspot really fell there.

Cao Changqing put down the gripper's hand, smiled without saying a word, as if conceded.

More than two hundred black and white chess pieces, hovering densely in the air.

Cao Changqing closed his eyes.

You won.

But I, Changqing Cao, never feel that I have lost.

This game of chess is what Cao Changqing is most proud of in my life.

The corner of Cao Changqing's mouth was slightly tilted, and the cuffs of the arm that squeezed his hand suddenly waved.

The chess piece went from south to north~IndoMTL.com~ After entering the city, along the long imperial road, it rushed straight and smashed the gate of the imperial city, the gate of the palace, and the gate of Wuying Hall.

It wasn't until the dragon chair where the emperors of Liyang had been seated was broken that the chess piece turned into powder.

Cao Changqing opened his eyes, tears streaming down his face, but without the slightest expression of sadness, he slowly stretched out a hand forward.

Until this moment, the blood soaked through the old blue shirt in an instant.

There is a breeze blowing between heaven and earth.

Blowed away the blood, and also blown away the romance.

Cao Changqing's five fingers began to dissipate, then his arms and body.

The black and white chess pieces have also disappeared.

In the end, the blue shirt was no longer seen outside Tai'an City.

There is no Cao official in the world.

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