Nirvana In Fire

I don't know why, I have been particularly sleepy these past few days, I often want to sleep before 11: 00 ~ ~ ~

Recommend the reader interested in the historical play to watch the film "Ji Zhengguan Ji". Remember, it's "Ji Zhengguan Ji". Don't look at it as that long song. I watched two episodes today. I can't wait to see it again. After the recommended week, I feel safe watching it ~ ~

----------------------This is the Spring Sleep Unaware Separator ----------------

With this content provocative and cold, but not intense, several shadows appeared outside Lin Ling Pavilion's gateway to flowers. When one person, wearing a light grey shirt, combed the typical Chu man's high hair, his face was lean, his cheeks fell, one pair of eyes glanced directly at the main throne of the hall, the whole person was like a sword that took off the deviation, with some shadow in the sharp.

This is the fifth ranking on the ranks of the Rangoon Masters, currently serving as the former commanding envoy of Grand Chu Palace. Yue Xiuze of the world is renowned for his first-hand deterrence of the cloud sword method.

Xie Yu Zhenzhen rose up with a fury on his face. He shouted: “Lord Yue, this is my private house. You trespassed without permission. This is insolent. What kind of person do you think Xie Yu is? Couldn't you learn a little courtesy in the Great Chu court? ”

“Unrighteous and unjust," Xie Yu's words were not settled, Yue Xiuze's back suddenly flashed out a yu wenxiang, arching his hands and smiling hip-hop. “Yue Xiuze had resigned from the dynasty half a month ago, and now he is a reckless man in Baiyi River and Lake. If Master Xie is dissatisfied with him, just liquidate him and don't involve him in our grand court. ”

Xie Yu breathed slightly, put up with it, and turned his cold and icy eyes to Yu Wencheng. Cold remark: "At last, His Majesty the King of the Mausoleum is a man of the Great Chu dynasty. Is it irrational for you to rush in like this? ”

“I didn't rush in,” Yu Wenxiao opened his eyes in surprise, and his expression was even exaggerated. "I made it clear that we were not on our way with Yue Xiuze. I came because I heard that it was Prince Xiao's birthday today, and I thought about how to be someone I knew, so I prepared a gift to wish him a happy birthday, and also to please Grandpa Xie Hou. When I walked in, I only saw your servant stop Yue Soo-sawa, and nobody stopped us. How do I know I can't come in? If you don't believe me, ask your servant personally. ”

His nonsense, his sophisticated argument, blocked Xie Yu from speaking for a moment. In order to earnestly disprove evidence, the other party only came in and did nothing. Besides, it still bears the banner of congratulating its son on his life. If the marriage corps is so brutally evicted, a Great Chu royal family will not fail to appear to have their own style. He had to swallow this breath and turn his energies back to Yue Xiuze. He said: “You do not welcome visitors like Yue in this Hou Province. If Yue leaves quickly, you can disclose the intrusion without mentioning it, otherwise... you should not blame Ben Hou for not giving face. ”

At this time, the hall is very quiet, his tone is not low, Yue Xiuze should listen very clearly to his words, you can see the divine colour of his tablet, but clearly ignore, as if he did not hear, still lock his bright eyes on Zhuo Dingfeng's face, with the same indifferent voice as just now: “Face-to-face challenge, it is the rules of the river and the lake, for this reason I also deliberately resigned from the dynasty, Zhuo Brother, if you want to push out, please reply. In this way, he is protected by others. Is it true that Zhuo is not the brother I know? After Zhuo became related to Master Xie Hou, he is no longer a Jianghu? ”

Zhuoding Fengfeng jumped between his eyebrows, his long beard floated without wind, his right hand pressed on the table, just standing up, he was pressed against his shoulder by Xie Yu.

In fact, the Jianghu Challenge has always been a universal way of martial arts competition and exchange. Fighting feuds and feuds is fundamentally two things. Both sides are generally cautious. If the other party is inflicted significant harm other than necessary in a challenge competition, this behavior has always been shameful and resistant to others, especially for masters like Yue Xiuze and Zhuo Dingfeng, who do not need to be hurt to separate victories and losses. So apart from the occasions, Zhuo Dingfeng's acceptance of this challenge is not very dangerous, at best it is defeated, resulting in damage to reputation and ranking, but if he, as a Jianghu, refuses to accept the challenge from his opponent, he is afraid that his reputation will only be damaged more.

So most of the people present at this time don't understand why Xie Yu forcibly stopped them. Is it because Yue Xiuze's way of coming in is not very polite?

Feeling a few confused glances concentrated on herself, this Ning Guomao is still speechless. To be honest, Yue Xiuze is a martial arts man. He likes to find people to challenge. In fact, he laughs at his intrusion as the most illustrious way to deal with the nobility of the world. Unfortunately, he does not have the money to show that temperament.

Because Summer Winter and Montreal are here. Because Yue Soo-sawa is a master.

Only in the summer and winter, he suddenly lost his hand to Zhuodingfeng, in order to observe whether his sword and chi matched the wounds on the inmates killed on New Year's Eve. Xie Yu had anticipated this in advance, so Zhuo Dingfeng was fully prepared. Plus, they only took the summer and winter as a test. They always had to keep a few points in hand. Therefore, the attitude was relaxed at the time of taking the job, and the sword posture after deliberately changing was not found to be abnormal by women's suspension mirrors.

But Yue Soo-sawa didn't do so well. First, he and Zhuo Dingfeng had dealt with each other before, and knew his sword path. Second, he came to challenge after all, even if he did not hurt anyone, he would surely attack very hard. There is a battle between the masters, the difference is 100%. Unlike trying to cope with summer and winter, the subtlety of wanting to deliberately hide power or change the sword is not only whether it will lose badly, but perhaps not at all...

But if Zhuo Dingfeng fought Yue Xiuze with real kung fu, then even if Xia Winter didn't see it, Meng Xi, the first master of the beam, like the electric god, could not hide it. And the inmate killer, at least ostensibly, is the commander of the Prohibited Army.

Xie Yu's forehead seeped a thin layer of cold sweat. He began to regret that he had not sent Zhuo's father and son away from the King Master earlier. But then again, who would have guessed that Daechu would run from a Yue Xiuze, coincidentally looking for a summer and winter to challenge Zhuo Dingfeng when Monsieur was present?

“Brother in law, it's my baby's birthday. Can we meet again soon?” Zhuo Dingfeng asked.

“No.”

“Why is that? ”

“I resigned for only six months and was free to look around for an opponent. ”

“How about tomorrow? You're not in such a hurry, are you? ”

“Tomorrow...” Yue Xiuze's eyes are filled with an incomprehensible sadness, “The nights are long and dreamy, who knows what else will happen tonight? Who knows if there's another day? Since we've met, why can't we stop? It's not a vicious thing to try. Maybe it's a birthday feast for your son? ”

“By brother-in-law, must it be broken here and now? ”

“Nice.”

“Outrageous!” Xie Yu bit his teeth and shouted furiously, "Tonight is a children's birthday party, noble guests are like clouds, can you please make a scene here! Somebody, blow it out! ”

Yue Xiuze's usual colour is still faint: “Brother Zhuo, do I come to challenge or make a scene, you know best. Give me an answer. ”

At this time, dozens of armored samurai have poured in and surrounded Yue Xiuze in half a fan. The tip of the gun is like snow. He looked at the attack, and Zhuo Dingfeng suddenly shouted: “Stop! ”

Xie Yu frowned and pressed his hand on Zhuoding Feng's shoulder vigorously. As he was about to speak, the owner of Tianquan Village had put his sincere eyes on his face and lowered his voice: “Xie Brother, forgive me... I am a man of the river and the lake after all... but rest assured, I will handle this matter in full...”

Xie Yu's lips shook, hidden guessed what, wanted to stay and stop, thought about it, hardened his heart, slowly retracted his hand pressed against Zhuo Dingfeng's shoulder, and the tone was gentle: “Brother Zhuo, I always do not interfere with decisions. ”

Zhuoding Feng smiled slightly and stood up quietly, standing in front of Yue Xiuze. “Please. ”

By then, Miyagi had returned to the corner, and the hall was in a large open space, like a natural martial arts field. The two masters who stared at each other, the sword did not shed its sheath, but the impulse of the impasse, the arrogant and confident look, was comparable when their disciples fought against the war far from the previous day.

To show respect for the battle, all but the long princess stood up and even Xie Qi stood up with her raised stomach with the help of her husband.

The hall door was open because Yu Wencheng and others stood at the entrance of the hall. A night breeze came to cool down, rolled red candles, and the indoor shadows shook. At the same time as the charred candle core cracked, the two swords seemed to be lightning across the sky and interacted with each other.

In the famous sense, Tianquan and the Cloud Sword are both famous for their swordsmanship, both inheritance nearly a hundred years, and there are successive victories between each other. When crossing the river and lake, other swords are basically out of sight except for the extensive sea sword of the Beiyan Tuotuo family, which may occasionally be able to overwhelm them. Zhuo Dingfeng won the first battle with Yue Xiuze when he was 27 years old, and won again when he was 35 years old. He seemed to have won the battle, but from the look on his face when he faced the Cloud Sword, however many times he won, it was still an opponent he could not wait to lose sight of.

The two people above the hall, the third battle, sword shadow crossing, clothes flickering, nearly a hundred moves back and forth, still hasn't reached the climax, from the scene alone, it seems like Xiao Jingrui was not as good as reading and fighting on that day.

But in fact, the weight of this war is, of course, far from comparable, a fact that can be clearly understood from the summer and winter eyes where both wars were present.

Her eyes were bright and she seemed to have been completely absorbed by the sword, forgetting everything else to watch out for. The angle, strength, and speed of each sword are subtle to the top. The sword's tactics are even more like the soul attached to the blade, melting with the wave of water *, without seeing the deliberate and astringent nature of the young man.

Zhuo Qingyang and Xiao Jingrui certainly got a deeper sense of this. Both of them stood in the brightest spot of candlelight, staring at each light shadow in the field without turning a blind eye. Only by colliding with the masters can the brightest sparks erupt and watch the battle be more beneficial than the year they were taught.

But unlike most people who are completely mindful of the war, there appear to be three other people in the hall who are not interested in spelling it out. Princess Luyang closed her eyes and took a nap against the armrest of the short bed. Her expression contrasted sharply with the nervous Xie Yu and Mrs. Zhuo. Mae Chang Su looked at the scene, but from that gaze without focal length and a slightly dazed look, he obviously just looked at the scenery and didn't know what else was on his mind. The palace feather in the corner is peaceful, holding the violin in her arms, looking carefully at the texture of the wood, the long flowing hair hanging on both sides of her cheeks, and her eyelashes didn't lift at all towards the field.

All three of them are waiting, waiting for the moment this fight is over, Princess Luyang is indifferent because she is indifferent, while the other two are because they know that the real orgasm is still behind them...

The fingers placed beside him on the case suddenly tightened and a fist was held. Inspired by his movements, Mae Chang Suluo slightly converged his mind and looked into the field. Both sides of the struggle remain even, as they did at the beginning, but the real masters have seen that the moment of victory has come.

Whether coincidentally or unfortunately, their final victory was the same as the one they had fought the day before yesterday.

The Tianquan sword flipped the rain cloud, scattered the mist, and the light was as thin as a cow's hair, seemingly impenetrable. Yue Xiuze held the sword with both hands, and the sword breeze rose. However, the illusion was not the light grid of his daughter, but a light wall.

A fine needle into the wall is impervious, like a mushy spring rain into the soil, moisturizing only the surface layer. Yue Xiuze's eyes couldn't help but flash a smile. However, the smile just started and suddenly turned bright again. The opponent's sword tip remained unstoppable, stopping forcefully, a mist of water temporarily condensed into a water arrow, breaking through when the light wall seemed invisible. Yue Xiuze turned his back and avoided the light arrow. However, the shirt on his chest had been severed by a blade. The Big Chu breathed in the air without any disturbance. The knife handle in the finger flip room has turned into a counter-grip, blocking the opponent from crossing over.

In his heart, however, he had realized that, although he had solved Zhuo Dingfeng's backhand in a timely manner, the defeat of the millilitre had finally been defeated. The next round was just to set the defeat at millicents, and not to expand.

On Zhuo Dingfeng's face, there was also a smile. But in his smile, there was more flashness and more decisiveness.

The battle ended when Yue Xiuzeg stabilised his sword by cutting it across the past and jumped smoothly when he picked it on his opponent's slide.

This result has been foreseen at this moment by all those who are watching the war, all relaxed. Only Xie Yu's eyes still stared at the scene, as cold as a pool of water.

Mae Changsu sighed softly. In the end of his sigh, Yue Xiuze slipped on his sword and cut it into Zhuoding Feng's wrist, which should have been withdrawn long ago. Blood splattered, Tianquan sword fell off his hand and made a sharp sound.

“Dad!”

“Sir! ”

Wife and sons shouted four times, Xiao Jingrui and Zhuo Qingyuao grabbed forward, held Zhuo Dingfeng's body, while throwing angry gaze at Yue Xiuze: “This is just a test, how can you...”

Yue Xiuze's shock seemed no less than that of the two of them, staring at Zhuoding Feng: “Brother Zhuo, you, you...”

“It's not my brother-in-law's business...” Zhuo Dingfeng tried to control his voice, “At the end of the day, I was a little distracted...”

Xiao Jingrui and Zhuo Qingyuan are not outsiders. They were just in a hurry. In fact, they understand that this is not Yue Xiuze's responsibility. However, Xiao Jingrui was even confused by the horror, and Zhuoqing's remote mind was just a little clear.

“Come on, get the doctor!” Xie Yu hurried to tell him to step down and hold Zhuo Dingfeng's wrist for examination. Seeing that the wrist muscle has been severely damaged, the chances of recovery are remote, and his face cannot help but float with a complex expression.

“This is just a trauma, don't call the doctor, just let Qingyuao wrap it up with gold creative medicine.” Zhuo Dingfeng deliberately did not go to see Xie Yu's face, whispered.

Summer and winter and Meng Si have been staring at this chaos until then, when they looked at each other.

Though everything I should have seen, Zhuo Dingfeng's wound dissipated, and the only practical link between Xie Yu and the murder of the inmate was completely terminated.

But Zhuo Dingfeng, reluctant to avoid the war damaged the river and lake wind bones, and unwilling to be caught with the handle involved Xie Yu, so whether he did it right or not, the sole breath of this master's broken wrist is impressive. Unfortunately, Zhuoqing's remote power is still shallow. He has been on the list of talented glamour players for about many more years. He can't see the name of Tianquan Sword.

“I lost this battle.” Yue Xiuze looked at Zhuo Dingfeng's pale face and said frankly, “I will contain the clouds and wait for the challenge of Heavenly Springs to pass on.” Say a toast.

“Thank you brother-in-law.” Zhuo Dingfeng couldn't hold his fist because his wrist was bandaging. He had to bow back and then turn to Xie Yu. “I did say something to my brother-in-law whenever and wherever he was ready to teach, so don't blame him for his offense tonight. ”

Xie Yu smiled. “Where do you come from? There are rules for rivers and lakes. I also know that. I won't be worried about my brother-in-law. Don't worry, why don't you take a rest in the back? ”

Zhuoding wind injury is not serious, but it is tragic. He also wants to go back to his room for a quiet moment. He nods his head and, with the help of his two sons, is turning around and walking. Suddenly there is a high voice: “Please wait! ”

The last few days have made me want to refine the poster less, depressing ~ ~

PS: I slept before 11: 00, and now I can't sleep, so let's talk about some of the settings in this chapter.

I've always thought that a reasonable circumstance is one that can be explained, not the only possible circumstance. This is the only possible circumstance in this chapter. He doesn't necessarily choose to mutilate himself, but he can also make sense by choosing to mutilate himself. Here's the reason why the author made him make this choice. Alas, I thought about it for a long time, and the readers mentioned that I thought about it ~

First, the reader questioned whether Zhuo Dingfeng could leave any evidence if he didn't get hurt and force him to dance in front of the emperor. Of course not. He's just dancing. The emperor doesn't understand. This evidence was extracted by the Pendant Division, which means that when Summer Winter confirms that Zhuo Dingfeng is dry, the Pendant Division can enter into regular evidence extraction procedures, such as formally subpoenaing Zhuo Dingfeng, and signing a comparison between Summer Winter and Summer Spring to present their conclusions to the Emperor. They have this ability. Because peace of mind, it's not the same as pure probation, Zhuo Dingfeng has to pretend, what has been practiced for decades, it's impossible to hide. The evidence so extracted is very real, even if Xie Yu resists, the Emperor doesn't believe, and then send a master to re-identify it, so long as Zhuo Dingfeng is not dead, the Pendant Division shouldn't worry.

Now that Zhuo Dingfeng is wounded, this evidence cannot be extracted, nor can it be reviewed. Although Xia Winter's heart understands Zhuogan, it is impossible to report it like this, because it is only a speculation, at most can bet whether the emperor believes in her or Xie Yu. And it's too subjective, not the way the Pendant Division handles cases.

Although some readers have always thought that Summer Winter is a dog leg, but the Pendant Division is not actually the blood drip of the Ming Dynasty in the setup. They are principled and institutionalized in their work. So don't say that since Summer Winter's heart has determined that it is perfectly possible to negotiate with Summer Spring to build evidence of a proper procedure, if the pendant lens makes this kind of work attitude with the Emperor, and if it also has this influence, it would be strange for them to be so trusted, and in this way it would become the strongest institution in the entire court, because whoever arouses their suspicion, whether you collect or not, it is impossible for the two of us to extinguish you together. ~

Of course, the reader also thought that Zhuo Dingfeng would be in too much of a hurry to injure himself right now, so he could wait till the appraisal to let Summer Winter hurt him. People think that Zhuo Dingfeng is similar to Yue Xiuze's martial arts. It's not surprising to say that he was injured by martial arts. No one can hardly say that he was pretending. Can he pretend to be the fourth best person in the world to be injured in the summer and winter? It's just a fake. In that case, Summer Winter itself has confirmed, and Summer Spring can identify him as pretending. The two can still be presented to the Emperor as evidence. If the emperor sends a master to review him, he pretends to be a master, even if you can't see his true martial arts, at least you can see he pretends, you don't have a ghost in you? Back to the emperor, Zhuo Dingfeng didn't know if he was the murderer, but he didn't dare to reveal his true martial arts, he was wearing a hard disguise. Can the emperor not be suspicious? It's too late to commit suicide. That's the real deal. Anyway, once you're tried by the Pendant Division, it's a big deal. Better to get hurt first, the suspension department came to interrogate his thoughts, and no one outside will connect Xie Yu with the inner prison case because of his trial, Xie Yu also picked out cleaner.

Also, perhaps some readers would say that if Summer Winter is suspicious, why not just take Zhuo Dingfeng to extract evidence. This involves Zhuo's identity, and Xie Xie's protection. Without the certainty, the Pendant Division would not risk offending Xie Yu to death and force someone like Zhuo Dingfeng to be interrogated, what if it is wrong? It makes sense to investigate the situation clearly below and then proceed after you have some certainty.

Besides, for real Jianghu people, kung fu is important, but it is definitely not the first. Otherwise, there won't be so many people in the martial arts novel to kill themselves. This paper also has the martial arts set, so Zhuo Dingfeng gave up kung fu in order not to involve Xie Yu, it should not be so surprising that it is his personality problem.