"Crazy"
It’s like an experienced man who steps forward with a bow and arrow, stretching his claws out of his wide sleeve robe. This trick is to cover up the real attack position of his claws with his big sleeve robe so that the enemy can’t figure out that his first move is a vicious one.
Qu Yong saw that this move was fierce, but he didn’t care about his comfort and rushed against his chest. "I’ll fight with you."
There is a saying in the Jianghu that I will fight you hard. Now Qu Yong is fighting hard. He didn’t find an enemy, then he lost his master’s body and ran out with a person exactly like his master. These things almost drove him crazy.
Crazy is not bad.
Volume 3: Think of yourself and laugh.
Chapter two hundred and twenty-two Weirdo repeatedly
Qu Yong seems to be a mad cow, regardless of his own safety. He wants his chest and flesh to resist the man who is as sophisticated as Tianyi, and then he uses his hands to pinch out a cannon hammer and hit the temples on both sides of the man.
The man is confident that he can dig out Qu Yong’s heart with this blow, but it is difficult for his hand to get stuck in his ribs. At the very least, it takes about a second to pull away, which is enough for his temple to be hit in the head.
"He wants to think hard."
The man naturally refused to die. He grabbed the ground with his five fingers, but it was also Kirin’s step. Then he took a step back without making a hair, and then he forced his fist to collapse again. He collapsed like an arrow, stabbed like a fire, and beat a straight horse with a powerful fist wind.
Even if this fist is strong and fierce, Qu Yong can’t see him. This punch is still the previous step, and it is purely to fight hard.
"Do you have such a way of playing?" The man took a step back.
One person is desperate, and that person is also a master. From these two moves, it seems that at least it is also a strength, but it happened that both moves were forced back by a dark Quyong, which has to be said to be an anecdote.
Life is to fight for a person. If you don’t even want your life, then the gap between the realms will also be bridged.
In this way, after seven strokes, Qu Yong suddenly turned to the sky and laughed. "If you are my master, my first stroke is full of two peaks. You need to draw a circle with one hand and continue to dig your heart with the other. It’s a pity that you can’t draw a circle yet. You want to kill me, but you can’t bear your own life. Who are you?"
"Who do you say I am? I am naturally a Taoist priest in Tianyi." The humanitarian said, "Can’t you see my face?"
Qu Yong can’t find a flaw in that face. He said, "The master’s body is gone and there is such a mysterious man. It seems that things are not that simple. I’d better find a way to escape first and leave a green hill without worrying about firewood."
He thought that in his heart, he had already retired. He shrank and "snowballed" with his right hand and pulled out a pistol on his right calf. He shot the gun from the guard who was guarding Sakurai Naiyue. He had been carrying it for self-defense and wanted it to deal with Hideki Watanabe.
"bang"
Qu Yong has never shot a gun, and it is shot at will. Of course, it is impossible to hit, but it will also make the man get a fright. "This is a little cruel."
While the man was startled, QuYong turned his head and ran away. Now he exerted his strength like a huge lobster, jumping and jumping. It was far away. The old man looked gloomy and murmured, "This may be a big hidden danger."
Qu Yong running all the way, he doesn’t know where he is going.
He was dragged here by Tianyi Road in the future, and now the latter is dead and his body is lost. He wants revenge but can’t find anyone, and now there is such a strange person who is very similar.
"What the hell is going on? Am I dazzled? Where should I go now?"
He ran like hell all the way, and he went where there was no road, and gradually became more and more remote. In the end, he was completely lost, and there were wild trees everywhere. It seems that he had lost his way. This place is really small compared with China, but it is still too big for a person.
It soon got dark, and it was still cold outside Tokyo at this time. Qu Yong didn’t wear much, but he didn’t know that the cold finally ran to the ground when he was exhausted. Fortunately, there were some hay in this place.
The stars are all over the sky, and now the metropolis has long since lost sight of the stars, but you can see the stars as soon as you lie down in the wilderness far away from the population.
Stars are shining all over the sky.
He stared at the stars all over the sky and blinked as if he had something to say, but he couldn’t say a word.
He just lay there and didn’t want to get up again. It seems that this wasteland is also quite good. Anyway, it’s quite comfortable for heaven to be lying on the earth bed.
In this way, he lay awake in the middle of the night, but he was not half sleepy. At night, Qu Yong was more exposed. Suddenly, he heard a ghost cry. It was sad and sad, as if an abandoned dissatisfied woman had a long nasal voice and cried.
Qu Yong listened for a while and found that this cry was actually rhythmic, not like crying at random, but to say how this wild ridge came to sound like this.
"Who is it?"
He listened intently for a moment, and it took another quarter of an hour before he heard a shrill female voice singing leisurely.
"This evening Xi Shuo boat midstream.
Today, Wang Tongzhou is on the rise.
Be shamed, be ashamed.
My heart is stubborn and restless to learn that the king
There are trees in the mountains and branches in the trees. I don’t know. "
This is a song about a leaf floating in a boat, a girl in love with spring, a song of joy and a sincere feeling in Yueren Song.
A feeling like slender but crystal clear mountain water, exultation and pentium, but sadness.
Qu Yong heard sadness in his heart, and he was so sad when he came. Now he wants to cry because of this song.
"A man doesn’t flick when he has tears." A man came gradually in the distance. His face was painted with oil, and his face looked like a cream niche. It was ridiculous to wear a big green coat and a long emerald crown, but the tone in his mouth changed with each passing moment. His words were just like a powerful Chinese saying, "A good man bleeding without tears."
"You are from China" QuYong a "harrier turn" jumped up and stared at the actor.
"I’m a slave family. The people of Song Dynasty were taken captive. Jin Bang served others. Cheng Lang didn’t agree to persuade him to escape and run for the future." His singing was another song in "Life and Death Hate" in Beijing Opera, which made him cry.
"What can’t this person talk well?" QuYong thought to himself, "I don’t understand phonology. Can you talk well?"
"Good fun!" The actor yawned and stretched himself gracefully. "Since you don’t know anything, you will have a strong voice. When the world is full of anger, it will be unfavorable. I will not die … I will go." At the end of his speech, he turned and left.
"Ah" QuYong didn’t expect this man to leave after singing, and he was a little lost. It’s rare to meet a living person in China, but he left in an instant.
After a while, about half an hour later, I cried again. This time, it was not sad, but crying and dryness gradually approached. Actually, an old man with a head as big as a bucket, thin and short came over. He was dressed in a shabby old man, and his beard was as white as snow, and he grew to his feet and dragged it to the ground, almost tying the knot.
He walked to a tree with a crooked neck in tears, then looked up slightly, shook his head and cried for a while, then hunched his back and moved a piece of bluestone mat to his feet, and then stepped on it for two steps. It felt good, so he fumbled for a long rope from his pocket and hung it on the crooked neck branch, making a round buckle to put his neck in.
"What are you going to do?"
Qu Yong also looked at his eyes. Who knew that the old man was going to hang himself? He finally couldn’t help jumping over in a dragon shape and grabbed the rope avenue. "Life is precious for the elderly."
"Life is precious." When the old man saw QuYong grabbing his rope, he immediately angered as if he had been trampled by a wild cat. "You tried to grab my rope, and you came to grab something before I died. Isn’t that cruel?"
Qu Yong said, "I didn’t rob you. I wanted to save you because you wanted to hang yourself."