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.
To be continued...