First of all, fire

Dusk, drizzle, Longmen ancient town. The rain gradually stopped, and the horizon was faintly yellow, like a few inches of silk soaked in blood, bleak and yellow.

The rain dripping from the branches of bamboo forest is red, but it is blood. The air is filled with fishy smell, and the earthy smell after the rain is mixed with the smell of forest limbs, which makes people want to vomit.

Mo Mang caressed a cherry tree with pink flowers and vomited for the third time. When he takes another look at the unruly eyes, he still can't imagine that this woman in front of him is the kind of person who wants you to kill people. He even vomited yellow bile, his armor was stained with blood and the feathers on his helmet were broken. Just,

"If you don't kill Liao Ding, if I don't tell you where Hongyan Hongkang is, you will die?" Duan took a sip of tea. This barbarian in Mobei is exactly the same as Jasper in Jiangnan, but it is one of the ten difficulties in Jianghu.

"I won't kill Liao Ding. He was a general who resisted gold in the Southern Song Dynasty. If you kill him, your soldiers can March south ... "Duanmu smiled. "You killed so many people, not just to know the wild dragon? As long as you kill Liao Ding, you can get the dragon weapon. Why give up now? I know that the Heavenly King Gang has been at odds with Song Ting. The founder of your gang, Yang Yao, was killed because of the uprising against the Song Dynasty ... "There was a strange brilliance in her eyes.

"The righteousness is inviolable, and I will not kill Liao Ding anyway." "Are you? Then you can go to hell ... "Duanmu Qing waved his hand, and a fire shadow fell from the sky, and the burning boulder fell, surrounded by a sea of fire. "Sunset melts gold, I am fire, you are gold, and you are dead." She said slowly. Mo Yong rushed over, and the superposition power of Ren Tian's "Meteor from Outer Space" was terrible, while Tianwang could only play the biggest physical attack at close range, which led to idolize's judgment. If his figure is chasing the wind every month, he is like a dying wolf with a red pupil. He treats people and eats people without spitting. Is it lightning? Don't! What is that? Mo Mang couldn't answer himself, his body slowly leaned back, the blood hole in his chest gurgled, and life flowed away. "Yunlong strikes!" Duan said slowly wiping the bone spear on his hand with silk, and his face was innocent, as if it had nothing to do with her. ...

Second, gold.

At midnight, the clouds are thin and the stars are thin. Wang Bo came out from the sniper escort agency. The weather is very cold, but his heart is very hot. He just got paid, so he can have a good drink. Then he went to Fireworks Liuxiang to find a pink head to play with tea. He couldn't help feeling the heavy silver in his arms, and his palms were dripping with sweat, as if he had forgotten the oath of the escort.

He is a passer-by On weekdays, he held a dart and shouted, "The dart car passed by and passers-by avoided." Anyone can call him. Although the escort is a straw bag, it is not bad for the servants. He has a slight surplus after deducting food and drink from his monthly salary, and he began to like such a simple life.

The air is cold and the spring is chilly. Dew condensed on the bluestone road in Dongzhimen vegetable market, making a squeaking sound. Several wild dogs on the roadside are very quiet. In residential buildings, men are talking, babies pee after getting up, and women are shouting. Everything is calm and peaceful. Maybe, I will adapt to this quiet life soon, he thought. Around the corner is the Cuiwei Pavilion. At the thought of Xiaohong's smooth and suspicious figure, Wang Bo quickened his pace, and the lights were still on in the CSI pharmacy on the corner. On weekdays, there is a cough of CSI, fine medicine and the laughter of his three daughters.

CSI's three daughters are three golden flowers in the town. Because their names all have the word Lotus, people in the town call them "Sister Lian". On weekdays, Wang Bo will go in and strike up a conversation with beautiful young girls, which will make people feel young. He is no longer young. Today is different. He didn't hear the sound of drugs, but he heard a woman screaming and being stopped. Several figures flashed on the window sill covered with gauze, and several porcelain fell to the ground with a crushing sound.

"Who is it?" Wang Bo took a sip, and a shadow came at him, punching him, full of vitality, and Wang Bo stood firm. "It turned out that the sniper killed the sniper." Someone said, with a gloomy face and a green scorpion tattooed on his forehead, "It turned out to be him!" The king was thin and black, but he said; "It was from the skyhawk escort agency. Come to CSI's pharmacy to buy medicine so late? " "Buy medicine care? If you know where you are, leave here. " People stopped in front of Wang Bo to prevent him from snooping in the drugstore. Wang Bo smiled. "I want to buy some medicine."

Flash, rushed into the store, the pharmacy is a mess, CSI lying on the ground, his three daughters lotus, lotus leaf, lotus clothes faded, revealing bright white ankles under obscene clothes. "Now that you have seen it, you can't leave alive, and you still dare to intervene in our five evils. How many people in this world can live? " The wretched middle-aged man in the room adjusted his clothes, wrapped a green bamboo snake around his wrist and spit out the letter with his head held high, and the jade finger gently buckled the table. A green skeleton appeared on Wang Bo's head, covered with a layer of green gas.

"It's also your blessing to let you die at the hands of my plough, haha ..." A golden sunrise is now over Wang Bo's head. He reads Sanskrit, has Buddha's words on him, and the wind rises in the binge drinking. The middle-aged man's miserable cry was muffled in his throat and his whole face was broken. "Shaolin Shenquan, a reed crosses the river." Outside, the scorpion-faced man screamed, ran around desperately, followed him for half a month, and his body flew to the roof and split in two. "It's nothing." Wang Bo stroked the blade.

Third, wood.

"What do the guests want to eat?" The proprietress, wearing a bright red dress and a hairpin on her head, is swaying, but when she looks back, she can scare away most people. The powder on her face cracked with a thick smile. Maybe this disguise is not for looking better, but for ugliness.

"Bowl killer." The green tea drinker said that he wore a black iron sword around his waist, shining with gray light. The black iron sword was tempered with the cold iron of the northern ghost ice sea for thousands of years, and it took a long time to form.

The proprietress paused, then giggled again, and the powder on her face fell off. "The killer has a big bowl, I'm afraid you can't afford it!" While speaking, I dug out Emei thorn from my sleeve and quickly attacked seven strokes. If the light cloud comes out of the hole, it seems to sweep the eyebrows. It seems to be an understatement, but it is actually a trick to attack people. The figure of the man didn't see much movement. The seven killers failed and didn't even touch the skirts.

"Good skill, you can drink a bowl of killers." The proprietress smiled gently. Men are also very proud. He changed his isolation, raised his eyebrows and grew a sparse beard under his forehead. "Dear disciple, I really won't let people down, just ..." "Just what?" The man raised his eyebrows, and the proprietress covered her mouth with a piece of silk and giggled; "Noble disciple, kung fu is hard, but it is a fish, and Jianghu experience is almost zero. For example, I came to a remote game shop in a mountain village and redecorated it, as if it had just opened, so I wouldn't drink their things casually ... "

"Are you poisoned?" The man's pupils began to contract. "Don't forget, not only people from Jiangsu and Zhejiang Five Poisons Cults will be poisoned, but also people from Tangmen in the middle of Sichuan will be poisoned." The proprietress smiled more and more happily,

"The world-famous Wudang parents temple, why haven't I heard of Yao's legacy and Yao Qixia? "Yao Shimen has begun to collapse, holding a corner of the table and panting;" Who are you? You are not Ling Yuanya's! "

"The river flows eastward, and the female name of Luoyang is Mochow ..." The proprietress read a book leisurely. "Are you Mochow?" "Yes, Wulin Inn, killer." Mochow took off the mask of human skin on her face, revealing mountains and rivers of eyebrows. She painted her face with thick powder just to cover up the cold expression of the human skin mask.

"You can die." Master Yao stopped shaking, and his left hand gently called the black iron sword, and the "infinite heaven and earth" in his right hand turned into "one sword and three swords". Wudang taiji magic combined with a three-kill man and sword, few people in the world can escape safely.

"You, you are not poisoned?" Moqiu caressed his chest, his face was as golden as gold, and his hands were constantly oozing blood. "Don't forget, my mother is the owner of the five poisons." Yaoshanmen caressed his moustache. "I want to wear a black and white necklace around my neck." Mochow took a sip of blood and held the dream breaker in her hand. "Don't forget, I am wood, you are dirt, and we are all like each other." The blood-red moon appeared on Yao Shimen, and silver knives flew from all directions. "The silver knife shoots at the moon." Master Yao is dead.

Fourth, soil.

Kunlun Mountain. The little Taoist priest Qingfeng threw a paper charm, which did not fly according to the route he threw, like a butterfly. His brother Yue Ming drew a spell on the side, a hook on the right and a hook on the left, just like a ghost. When the old man was away, the two men whispered to each other.

"Brother, master to steal wine to drink again. Go to Happy Forest later. " Breeze said that the wide cassock and air beard looked childish. "Good, but there are many people in the Jianghu who go to Happy Forest these two days. What will happen? " Yue Ming is older and more cautious.

"What will happen? This is the territory of our Kunlun Sect. Who dares to do anything to us? Let's go. "

Happy forest. Lushan looks like a good-natured elder. No one would have thought that he was the founder of the killer world. Some people only kill people in desperation. He's different. He is interested. He often said; "Smile, then insert the white blade into someone else's chest, and you can enjoy the most beautiful expression." He is smiling at these two Taoist children now, and he is very happy because he can kill people again.

"Old man, where are the Jianghu people who came in two days ago? I seem to have never seen them go out! " Asked the breeze. "oh! They went to a very interesting place. Do you want to go? " Lu Shanxiang laughed more and more happily, and his body was shaking. He even wants to know which one to kill first. The thin neck of the breeze is right under the knife. He knows very well that the freezing of the water system can make people move slowly, and dripping water can pierce the needle. Only women can practice Yin.

He paid a huge price to learn this kind of yin work, and the price he paid made him bloodthirsty and crazy. Looking at the hairy moustache on the lips of the second child, he became more and more crazy. He wanted to kill someone.

"No, you two kids, I'll be lazy when I'm away for a while ..." Outside the Woods, an old man with dirty clothes stumbled, carrying a hip flask in his hand, and his frivolous face was obviously drunk. When making moves, Lushan is like a sharp ice needle, three moves. He knew his speed, and the person who came was just a drunk.

He moves fast, dirty clothes are more elegant, a piece of paper flies, Lushan's hands are numb in vain, and the pushing action is slow and old; "The entanglement of words is as urgent as the law." Linear lightning struck in all directions, surrounded by a barrier, and several pieces of paper turned into several whirlwinds, carrying flying sand and stones to the ground. Kunlun stunt, proud as ice.

Lu Shanxiang died and said when he died; "What a fast hand."

Verb (abbreviation for verb) water

Flowers bloom for a hundred years and never fade. Smoke door, autumn water, no one can face up to her cold eyes. Although she is beautiful, she is as cold as ice.

"I am water, you are fire, do you still want to fight?" She asked, a little pity for the boy, the blood on the patchwork clothes is not dry yet, and he will soon be stained with his own blood, and the white cotton wool is floating in the wind, just like his life at the moment.

Beggars' Sect is the largest sect in the world. It is famous for its "eighteen palms of the dragon" and "beating the dog stick". Its fatal flaw is its fear of cold. Cuiyanmen is their nemesis.

"I have to fight. This is a task. If I don't finish it, I can't work. " He said. His eyes are fixed, like distant mountains, and his face is covered with peas, but he learns to speak and do things in an adult tone. Li Qiushui sneer at a way. This fool has a plan but doesn't know it. Everyone knows that the fire system will never beat the water system, let alone her.

Strong winds and knives are flowing in Li Qiushui. Maybe he will get hurt, and he will give up. She didn't want to kill him. Why? She didn't know that if anyone knew that Jade Raksha, the elder martial sister of Cuiyanmen, was soft-hearted, it would really be big news.

With a wave of his laser scalpel, Bing Xin Fairy's firm but gentle brush swept the teenager's cheek and drew a blood trail. "You go, I won't kill you." "I won't leave until I finish the task." He scratched his eyebrows, his eyes twitched with pain, and her heart thumped, wondering if it was too heavy. He wiped the blood from his face and looked at the cape in autumn. The golden drunken butterflies began to gather, and the sea sticks in his hands made an overwhelming sound. It's a pity that his hand is too slow. Li Qiushui's fierce wind knife caused it. Ice and snow were biting, and his limbs were all wood, so he couldn't block it. no way back ... had a knife rest around his neck.

Reality of intransitive verbs

This is the mission system in knight errant. Every character has to finish, choose or be chosen, kill or be killed, and everything has to be decided. Just like Li Qiushui, no one knows if she can cut the knife. Maybe the knife that Pei Hu cut Miao Renfeng in Flying Fox of Snowy Mountain is similar to this one. Choice, whether it's game or reality.