My wife is number one in the world

Chapter 19 Liu Gongzi's Second Poems

Liu Sandao got up first, glanced meaningfully at Qi Yun beside Liu Mingzhi, turned around and jumped away, directly ten feet away from the restaurant, ran towards the desolate place outside Erlong Town, and then pulled out his back. It is the first time that a swordsman does not carry a sword, and it is the first time that a swordsman does not use other people's weapons.

"A lot of people will die if you step into the rivers and lakes, but there are still countless people who will step into the rivers and lakes desperately. The rivers and lakes are both the arena and the vanity fair. Everyone escapes the word not fame and fortune. In life, fame and fortune may be more important than life. For the sake of importance, it is easy to enter the rivers and lakes, but it is too difficult to get out of the rivers and lakes." Liu Sandao stroked the blade and said a very philosophical sentence.

Song Zhong also got up from the restaurant and walked slowly to the front of the sarcophagus. He stretched out a hand in his right hand to support the coffin. The sarcophagus of four to five hundred kilograms was as light as a feather in Song Zhong's hands, as if it was just a plaything: "Song Zhong is not for fame and fortune, but only for Burying people, burying yourself, burying people is a life, burying yourself is a blessing." Bi Tuo slowly rushed towards Liu Sandao with the sarcophagus in his hand.

The wine in Liu Mingzhi's mouth came out like saliva, but he didn't know it. He only had one thought in his mind: "Hanging on the wall, definitely hanging on the wall, is this still human after jumping ten feet away?"

"What are they going to do?" This question was asked both by Qi Yun and the little monk Fan.

"A life-and-death battle, for the sake of a ranking on the Jianghu list, it's absurd to decide whether to be superior or die."

Liu Mingzhi is interested, is this the Jianghu described by the old master Jin Yong?If you don't agree, you will fight to the death.Is it time to sigh at the zealousness of human nature, or the worthlessness of human life.

Liu Mingzhi stared at Qi Yun enthusiastically: "I want to go and see?"

"Something will happen, and it may hurt you by mistake. After all, you are a weak and weak son of a rich family."

Liu Mingzhi said lightly: "Don't you want to write a poem for the painting? Protect me to see it, and I will write a poem for you."

Qi Yun didn't speak, grabbed Liu Mingzhi like a little chicken and flew away from the town.

The little monk Liaofan calmly followed: "Amitabha, wronged."

"Master, wait for me." This was Liu Song's howl.

"Guest officer, you haven't settled the bill yet."

Before Song Zhong could walk within fifty steps of Liu Sandao, Liu Sandao suddenly raised his hand, and the surrounding air seemed to have been squeezed clean, and Liu Sandao used a move that looked like a force to slash Huashan Mountain. Attacking Song Zhong, the trajectory of the knife could not be found with the naked eye, Liu Sandao didn't give up and sent out the qi in his hand and took the knife one step before Song Zhong.

Song Zhong's expression did not change, his right hand was horizontal, the sarcophagus was in front of him, and the gang qi hit the sarcophagus, but the sarcophagus didn't move at all, which made people dumbfounded.

Song Zhong said lightly: "Your knife is too light."

Liu Sandao was stunned at first, and then his expression became more and more enthusiastic and excited: "Then try again."

Liu Sandao quickly exited the range of the sarcophagus, and looked at Song Zhong with a knife in both hands: "Liu Sandao only uses his right hand to kill people. I can't say no, not many, you are one." Qi draws out a full moon: "Ranger cuts the river." Bu Qi made a sound explosion that broke through the air, and Liu Sandao's figure swept toward Song Zhong like a gust of wind.

Song Zhong's expression was finally not as indifferent as just before, his eyes narrowed, his left hand suddenly slapped the sarcophagus in his hand, the sarcophagus broke away from his right hand, and shot at Liu Sandao, who was attacking.The Buqi in Liu Sandao's hand smashed into the sarcophagus instantly, and it made a sound like a golden stone, but the sarcophagus that just let go was suspended in the air without moving at all.

"Sorrowful Duanhai." Liu Sandao shot again, Buqi in his hand made a whine-like sound, Liu Sandao shouted angrily, and Buqi crossed the knife, hitting the side of the sarcophagus.The sarcophagus finally lost its appearance, and slammed into Song Zhong.The sarcophagus brought Yu Jin, and a wind blew straight to the bushes ten feet away, rolling up bursts of sand and dust.

Song Zhong caught the flying sarcophagus with his hands, and his strength directly made Song Zhong retreat three or four steps before stopping. Song Zhong raised his eyebrows: "This knife is still too light."

"A certain family of seven emotional knives only used two knives, one knives and one heavy heaven. Each knives is exponentially more powerful than the previous knives. You have to be careful."

Song Zhong held the coffin in his right hand: "I didn't know if I was careful, if your knife is still as weak as before, you will be buried today."

Song Zhong lifted the coffin into the sky, two or three feet above the ground, and the sarcophagus flew up in Song Zhong's hands: "Open the coffin." Knife attack.The lid of the coffin was smashed, and a strong wind was blowing. Liu Sandao slashed horizontally, and the coffin lid fell to the ground.

There was a loud noise, the dust rolled, and the momentum of the coffin lid blew away the dust. I saw that the coffin lid was slanted on the ground. Looking closely, the ground was actually smashed by the coffin lid. A crack half a foot wide and a zhang long appeared.

One blow failed, and the bottom of the coffin in Song Zhong's hand was thrown at Liu Sandao again: "Ding the coffin."

The bottom of the coffin is much heavier than the lid of the coffin, and the strength and effect are naturally not the same. Liu Sandao dodged with a hand, and Song finally flashed at the bottom of the coffin at random: "Lift the coffin." The bottom of the coffin suddenly jumped. Changed direction and flew towards Liu Sandao.

Liu Sandao raised it and shouted, "I'm afraid to move the mountain." With a knife, the stone was shocked. The breath of the mountain vibrated in the knife's air and scattered away. Liu Sandao slashed the remaining force at the bottom of the coffin with one knife. He patted the bottom of the coffin: "Under the coffin."

Liu Sandao's momentum was blocked, and he suddenly retreated. The bottom of the coffin had the strength to shake a mountain, making Liu Sandao not dare to take the move.

Song Zhong waved his hand, and the bottom and lid of the coffin instantly merged into one, and Song Zhong floated down with the coffin lightly burning: "I said, your knife is too light, and the lightness makes me uninterested."

Liu Sandao was not angry, he gently stroked the body of the blade, and suddenly Liu Sandao's clothes cracked automatically without wind, Liu Sandao's body gradually became blurred, and the human body suddenly turned into a knife's body. Appearance, an invisible sword intent scattered around with Liu Sandao as the origin.

"Sorrow shakes Yue." The sword intent condensed by Liu Sandao's body directly turned into a big sword about 20 meters away, angrily slashing at Song Mo, and the evil spirit condensed by the sword intent directly pushed towards Song Mo, feeling the power of this sword , Song finally didn't dare to be careless, the coffin in his hand stood upright in front of him, the qi burst out, covering the whole body, waving the sarcophagus with both hands continuously, the sarcophagus turned like a spinning top.

The knife and coffin collided, and the two involuntarily took three or four steps back. Song Zhong flew up into the air, driving the sarcophagus. On top of the stone, the boulder shattered and cracked and shot away.

When Liu Mingzhi saw the rubble flying towards him, he subconsciously hugged his head to dodge. Qi Yun didn't have time to protect Liu Mingzhi. A Buddha statue of Shakyamuni condensed from the void resisted all the remaining power of the stone chips. The sword qi slammed into the Buddha statue, and the roar sounded, and there was a sound of Jin Ge intersecting.

"Amitabha." The little monk said the Buddha's name with neither sadness nor joy, and the phantom Buddha statue disappeared.

Song Zhong slapped the sarcophagus with his palm, and shouted, "The conclusion of the coffin." The sarcophagus instantly appeared in front of Liu Sandao, Liu Sandao had to use a knife to block it, but he did not abandon the slash on the sarcophagus, and Liu Sandao flew away. Going out, his face was purple, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, stained with green robes.

Song Zhong looked at Liu Sandao, who was lying on the ground with a gloomy expression, and said, "Why don't you have the fifth knife?"

Liu Sandao casually wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth with his sleeve: "Liu Sandao, keep three, and Qiqingdao only has four."

"What do you mean, I'm not worthy of your fifth knife? Isn't it worth your remaining three?"

Liu Sandao smiled sadly: "There is no worthy and unworthy. The knife bearer finally doesn't need to carry a knife, and I will be buried with you in your coffin."

Song Zhong put the sarcophagus on his shoulders: "My coffin is buried for myself and the world, but not for friends."

Liu Sandao looked a little confused: "Friend?"

"Drinking at the same table with me is my friend. Do you recognize it or not, it's my friend, my coffin, not my friend."

"That being said, you are really domineering."

"The coffin-carrying craftsman has to fight against the coffin, so how can the knife-bearer not carry the knife."

"I entered the rivers and lakes, I thought of the rivers and lakes, you buried me, and I went out."

"Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Wulin is a small river and lake, and the world is a big river and lake. Do you want to quit the rivers and lakes, do you agree? Where do you go?" Liu Mingzhi remembered the words of Mr. Jin, and interrupted the two at the right time. conversation.

Liu Sandao glanced at Liu Mingzhi sullenly: "Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and people are rivers and lakes, and they have been taught."

Liu Mingzhi looked at Liu Sandao and Song Zhong with a light smile, and looked into the distance: "I have never entered your arena, but I want to see it."

Qi Yun looked at the four-line poem on the high-quality rice paper: "This painting is so beautiful, it is rare in the world. Whoever paints one is famous for Jinling Biography. This is the inscription poem you said!"

Liu Mingzhi looked at Qi Yun as if asking for credit: "How is it? Not bad, the young master of this poem can write several poems in a moment, even the old man Wen Renzheng said that I am a genius of the sky, in the future, my eyes ."

Qi Yun was too lazy to look at Liu Mingzhi, who was squatting on the ground and stroking the wound, and showed his minions to Liu Song, who was huddled in the corner: "Is this what you mean if you're not drunk or not?"

Liu Song tremblingly protected his head: "Young master isn't drunk either."

Qi Yun was stunned for a moment, looking at the mourning Liu Mingzhi with a somewhat unnatural expression, and suddenly remembered that her plan to get Liu Mingzhi drunk was interrupted by Liu Sandao and several others.

Alas, what a pity.

It's night, everything is silent.

The room was silent.

Liu Dashao carried a stone that he had been looking for before the evening, and sneaked towards Qi Yun's bed.

Nigga, let you beat the young master, and finally be caught by the young master.

I won't give you a scoop. You don't know how this young master got his name as a street tyrant.

"What are you doing?"

Liu Dashao suddenly lost his voice: "Fuck!"

Seven or eight steps away from the bed, the voice recalled.

Liu Mingzhi was startled again.

Looking at the two eyes not far away that were shining like the brightest stars in the night sky, I couldn't help swallowing.

"Qi... Brother Qi, is your bed firm? Why don't I find a stone to cushion you?"

"Go to sleep, and next time, I'll put you under me."

(End of this chapter)