Chapter 2585: Forgive My Rudeness
The colorful turbulence of time and space washed over the body of the war ghost. The years that had worn Cui Yigeng out only made Dou Zhao shine brighter.
He fell freely like this, constantly colliding.
Crossing time and space, asking about the years with one knife...
The sudden desire to fight had already given the answer!
Wow——
The red-bottomed and gold-rimmed military uniform rustled, the Tianxiao knife pierced 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.
The sun?
Dou Zhao looked back with his golden eyes while falling, and saw the sun in the sky, which was dazzling for a moment. From the dazzling golden light, a scorching sun chariot rumbled out. Chong Xuanzun, dressed in white, was standing on the chariot, holding a scroll of green, leisurely overlooking the world, with a smile on his face.
The rumbling sound was more than just the sound of the chariot? Suddenly, thunder and lightning danced in the clear sky, and the thousands of miles of lightning turned into a inch of light, all embedded in the old man's eyebrows. He came to the world in the lightning, like the god who controls the heavenly punishment!
The blazing white lightning behind him simply turned into a chain, pure white like a spider web, spanning the sky——
The first chain of the legal family, there is no second door to the law. This chain is out, and everything remains unchanged, and it will take a thousand years to open!
The sky has been covered with dark colors, and there is dim light all around. And in this doomsday-like scene, the statue of the god representing destruction has come.
Dou Zhao no longer looked, and with a knife [Heavenly Punishment], he had already killed into the most critical place of this Qinku Academy——
A small pavilion in the middle of the lake with bridges on all four sides.
The pavilion is surrounded by fences, and the fences are also connected to the chairs facing the water. In the middle, there is only a square stone chess table and two round stone benches.
Only one person sat on the stone bench facing east. He was a thin old man with high cheekbones, deep eye sockets, half of his hair was frosted, and his eyes were shining with cold light. He was born serious, but when he sat there, his long gown was slightly dragging, and his face seemed to be covered with a layer of friendly glow.
That glow was tinged with the nature of the world, like worry, like sadness, like the emotion of reflecting on oneself in the dead of night.
He was playing chess.
There was no one opposite him, but the chess game was fierce.
He was not playing against himself, but the person playing against him had not yet shown any signs.
And he was holding a white chess piece, hanging it above the chessboard, but he was slow to drop it.
This white chess piece was round and delicate, like a jade stone polished, and there seemed to be a gap in the sky in between. Those with excellent eyesight could vaguely see that a ray of sky light fell from the center of this white chess piece, directly hitting the chessboard, also in the center of the Tianyuan position.
It was a sword.
A sword of astonishing beauty, which runs through the past and present, is invisible, but magnificent and insignificant.
This sword has no name, or it can be called "one", or it can be called... "Tao"!
Li Yi, wearing a wooden hairpin and white robe, is standing on the top of the pavilion. He has not entered the pavilion, but the sword is already on the chess piece, forcing him to stop the move.
What kind of chess is this?
Dou Zhao had such a question in his mind, and he shattered it with another knife.
What others want is not what I want. All the thousands of years of literature and thousands of articles along the way were shattered. It seems that the sun shines on the water. Dou Zhao stepped over the stone bridge, picked up the knife and entered the pavilion. With one knife, he cut off the nature and killed all the myths. With another knife... the five declines of heaven and man!
The old man who had not yet dropped the piece was stunned for a moment: "It came... so fast?"
As soon as the voice started, the blade met him.
The withering of the man's glory, the five decays and the sharp edge, came so fiercely that the old man had to raise an index finger and press it on the blade.
The brilliance that burst out at this moment was like a wave sweeping across the sky and the earth, and then turned back and suddenly gathered at the fingertips.
The old man's index finger withered and wrinkled in an instant, not only was it bent by the blade, but it also began to rot!
But there was only the sound of "swish, swish, swish", the page turning of the book.
This index finger moved as if it was new, and all the pain it suffered was like the old things in the book, turned over. The clean and straight index finger seemed to have infinite vitality, constantly withering and reborn, knocking on the blade, there was a clanging sound.
He realized how Dou Zhao found him - Dou Zhao asked him with his sword, and in the history of more than 40,000 years of the Qinku Academy, he provoked all the fighting spirits that were qualified to be felt by him. He entered the Tao through fighting, and Tian Xiao wanted to fight, and no one could avoid it.
These young people are really...
He asked: "I am a guest from afar, why don't you understand chess?"
Dou Zhao took back the colorful Tianxiao knife and swept away the sound of turning the pages. The golden body approached, used his body as a knife, and cut off a daydream! "I am not good at understanding chess in my life, but I am good at understanding people!"
The world is spinning, and the years have turned. There is no text, and the eyes and ears are not aware.
The huge Qinku Academy has disappeared. Now there is only the vast sky and the long white bridge.
Thinking about the worldly things, the body is in a daydream!
Zuoqiuwu still held the white chess piece in his hand, and the person was still sitting on the stone bench. He was no longer in the pavilion, and he was far away from the academy.
He smiled: "You got me here?"
"There are too many people outside, I'm afraid you might be scared!" Dou Zhao walked on the endless long bridge: "The rest of us are rude and nameless, you don't need to see me. Only someone is knowledgeable and elegant, we can talk by candlelight at night and discuss articles!"
Behind Zuoqiuwu grew asparagus fern, swaying on the white bridge.
He casually broke off a branch, cut it into a bamboo 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 knife light, and smiled: "I don't know how you are going to cut me?"
"That depends on the performance of the dean!"
The lonely stone bench stood on the white bridge.
The two of them huddled together, the bamboo slips faced the blade, clanging continuously, and sparks filled the sky!
Zuo Qiuwu's cold and bright eyes crawled across 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. Already?"
Dou Zhao made up his mind to kill the dean of Qinku Academy alone, to test the pinnacle of Confucianism and Taoism, and to become the master of swordsmanship. Therefore, I let go of daydreaming, for fear of being disturbed by others - those colleagues are not fuel-efficient lamps.
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's fun! What if you tie them wrong?"
Dou Zhao raised his hand and slashed: "It's considered protection!"
Qinku Academy has become like this, but this old boy is still in the mood to talk and laugh, what kind of good person can he be.
This sword cut out the continuous green mountains like a freehand splash of ink. It also shows the scenery on the solitary bridge.
Zuo Qiuwu looked up and praised: "Qingzhou Piaomiao should never grow old!"
When the current Emperor of Chu was in Qianlong, he once wrote "Jiuqiu" in prison. He was a rare Chu monarch who showed kindness to Shushan. The peerless Confucian sword canon that Douzhao created, also known as "Nine Hills", is the origin of this book.
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 bamboo slip and stepped forward: "The dilemma in life is not like Jingzhou!"
[Gain and Loss of Jingzhou] versus [Immortality of Qingzhou].
Nine hills versus nine hills.
This exciting battle resulted in the long bridge becoming shorter and shorter, and the bridge tilted during the day.
Zuo Qiuwu did not use any Confucian magical powers. He 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 courageous as he fought. That ball of sword light is like an eternally burning golden flame that cannot be extinguished no matter what.
The daydream was like quicksand, Zuo Qiuwu was not in a hurry, he just moved forward with one sword after another: "Aren't you going to call your friends?"
"Old man!" Dou Zhao laughed wildly: "You haven't won yet!"
Eight slashes in a row, the sky split into nine layers, and the misfortune surged like the sea! He struck out with knife after knife, 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 light, holding a sword and wearing a blue shirt like a flying dragon, the snow turns into mist with the flying dragon's claws.
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 closely, where are the raindrops falling all over the sky? It is clear that there are unpredictable immortal thoughts!
Wishful Immortal Technique·This heart suddenly rains.
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Every raindrop is pulling at emotions crazily. The raindrops connected with the raindrops, and the fairy thoughts connected with the fairy thoughts, and formed a faint formation, forming a complex forbidden seal connecting 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 he 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 bright, and he jumped down without saying a word - but when the clouds and mist covered the high bridge, and Tianxiao slashed away, the Jinghai was missing!
If you are willing to scold, you are afraid of shouting loudly to make people laugh. Once you lift 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, 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 mountain and river plate where Fengzhen was manifested. Looking at all this with leisurely time, he 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. Does Jiang Zhenjun know why when I created this ban, I only Use Can Yanshan River to enter the ban? "
Jiang Wang stood calmly outside the mountains and rivers, walking quietly on the undercurrent: "Why?"
"Because the moon is full and waning." 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 flying in the sky, extremely grand.
Sure enough, he died! When it flourishes, it declines.
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 Qiuwu's writing, but it stood on a high bank and was indestructible. Zuo Qiuwu was imprisoned 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 bit embarrassing to rely on your old age and act like your old man."
Naturally, he could understand that this blue sky sword cauldron represented the supreme royal power. Of course he remembered that Jiang Wang was once again responsible for Yan Shi's responsibility for suppressing the flood when he conquered Xia and hit Ding!
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 sitting in the game is the time and space extended by the real person Jin Qingjia. He wrote the biography of Gu Shiyi, and 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."
"You've been taught 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. ”
"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 man of the Dou family 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 man 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.
It was also the clue that he helped Ouyang Jie, the head of the Criminal Investigation Department of Tianxia, find 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 stands motionless in the deep sea, but the frost spreads rapidly.
Almost as soon as he changed his mind, the entire sea of subconsciousness 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 coldness of the 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]...
Ruyi·Qianqiu Coffin!