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The Heavenly Punishment of Creation I: Storm and Clouds Surge Chapter 39: Autumn Sunshine, Night to Night

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    Chapter 39: Autumn sun, night night "The wind rustles and the leaves are flying, and a drunkenness relieves a thousand sorrows." On the edge of the village, in a narrow courtyard in front of a thatched house, a man with long hair shawl and a rough face,  He was drinking wine while leaning on a smooth boulder.  The boulder is nearly as tall as a person and as wide as an outstretched arm; the small courtyard is oval in shape, with five or six steps outside and more than ten steps to the left and right; the boulder is placed at the intersection.  The entire courtyard is surrounded by trees, leaving only a narrow intersection heading west.  This feeling is as if a lonely soul has sealed itself off, but still wants to breathe the outside air.  The evening breeze is refreshing, and the wine makes me sad. The man seems to be thinking about something, and he seems to be drinking just for the sake of drinking.  Suddenly, the man¡¯s eyes froze, his face was startled, and he stopped drinking.  After a moment, the man slowly hung the wine gourd on his waist.  The man listened carefully and heard a rustling sound coming quickly from the jungle to the east, like the sound of wind or the tapping of fallen leaves with his toes.  Suddenly, it stopped; the air was silent and depressing, as if a person was watching the danger approaching him step by step, but he was powerless.  Suddenly, a gust of cold wind, carrying a strong murderous aura, blew in from the gaps between the trees in the east, mixed with countless rotten leaves, and instantly filled the entire courtyard.  In the midst of the sound of the wind, a thick voice full of murderous intent slowly chanted: "In the evening wind, among the elegy, there is a wisp of black clouds and a light; in the stuffy wind, among the moldy songs, there is a sword and a lonely heart! It means Qiuyang.  !" While chanting, a man in black walked leisurely among the leaves of the tree like a ghost; after the words fell, the wind stopped, and thousands of rotten leaves fell quietly, swaying gracefully, as if everything was falling into dust.  The surrounding branches are covered with black figures.  "Ye Xiangwan!" Yi Qiuyang frowned, slowly stood up straight, and said thoughtfully.  "I wish Qiuyang!" Ye Xiangwan said angrily: "Obey and offer the head on your neck to save your skin and flesh from the pain!" At this moment, a young man's voice was heard from far away: "Drunk uncle, drunk uncle, eat  It¡¯s dinner!¡± Yi Qiuyang was suddenly startled. Before he could speak, he heard Ye Xiangwan coldly order: ¡°No one alive!¡± ¡°Yes!¡± Several voices answered in unison.  I saw several black shadows swishing towards the west.  Yi Qiuyang was shocked and turned pale, teleporting forward to block him. Just as he turned around, Ye Xiangwan also teleported in front of him.  "Ye Xiangwan!" Yi Qiuyang shouted angrily, then turned to the west and shouted: "Xiao Linzi, run!" The voice was urgent and excited, Xiao Linzi still jumped towards this side and shouted: "Uncle Drunk,  It¡¯s time for dinner!¡± Suddenly hearing the drunk uncle¡¯s frightened and angry voice, he stopped in surprise and looked ahead with frightened eyes, but he saw a black shadow running towards him in front of him.  ¡°Drunk uncle¡­ Dad, grandma¡­¡± Xiao Linzi turned around and ran away, screaming in fear as he ran.  "They are just a group of ordinary people who are powerless. How can you be so cruel and inhumane?" Yi Qiuyang said angrily, his teeth clenching.  "Anyone related to you will be killed without mercy!" Ye Xiangwan said, this sentence was filled with deep hatred; in the night, his head was hidden in the black cloak, and no expression could be seen.  "Ye Xiangwan!" Yi Qiuyang was furious, and the fist wind roared out as he spoke.  Ye Xiangwan did not dare to neglect, and punched in time to meet him.  Bang bang bang, in the blink of an eye, the two punched each other three times in anger, and the rotten leaves that had just landed on the ground flew up again, covering the entire small courtyard.  With the fourth punch, the two fists faced each other, but their fists did not touch each other. Instead, they formed two increasingly larger air balls, pushing each other continuously.  "Hmm -" The two of them let out a long sigh at the same time, their robes whirred under the impact of the energy, and the rotten leaves all over the courtyard formed two huge balls, surrounding the two of them in the center.  , rotate quickly.  In the blink of an eye, when the air mass between their fists grew to the size of their fists, it suddenly stopped growing; their robes began to dance gently, and the rotten leaves around them began to flutter gently, and it felt like a  The leaves are falling, but there is a very weak wind blowing upward, keeping the leaves still between falling and not falling.  At this moment, Ye Xiangwan suddenly said angrily: "I said, he is my prey, if anyone touches him, he will die!" Yi Qiuyang's face was slightly stunned, not because there was a master secretly, but because Ye Xiang  With Wan's words, it was really hard for him to imagine that Ye Xiangwan's hatred for him would be so deep, so deep that he could only relieve it with his own blood.  Ye Xiangwan's words made Yi Qiuyang feel a little fond of him, but it was just that little bit?A good impression is not even considered there.  Moments after Ye Xiangwan¡¯s warning, the two of them suddenly shouted and punched each other violently.  There was a roar, and a straight air wave suddenly shot out from the rotten leaves around the two people. The rotten leaf circle instantly fell apart, the surrounding trees were shattered, the boulders suddenly turned into pieces, and the thatched house suddenly became flat ground.  A black figure swooped from behind the thatched house and flew back several feet.  Ye Xiangwan was shaken by the air wave and jumped back more than ten feet.  However, Yi Qiuyang was knocked back several feet, as if his skills were no match for Ye Xiangwan; however, the moment Yi Xiangwan tapped his toes, he flew backwards with a whoosh, obviously using his strength to catch up.  Go to the village to rescue people.  "Yi Qiuyang, where are you going?" Ye Xiangwan immediately saw Yi Qiuyang's intention, shouted loudly, and a qigong shot out of his hand, which turned out to be a black windy palm.  Yi Qiuyang rushed forward, suddenly turned around and waved his right hand: "Go!" A golden leaf-like Qigong roared out.  The next moment, there was a bang, and a golden light burst out.  "Yi Qiuyang, there is no way for you to survive today!" After this move, Ye Xiangwan said with confidence, his voice was gloomy, as if he had been salvaged from the abyss of death.  After Yi Qiuyang made his move, he continued to rush towards the village.  Ye Xiangwan chased forward leisurely, with a black figure following closely behind him, separated by a few feet.  "Dad! Auntie!" "Hong'er! Niu'er! Xiao Linzi!" "Uncle Zui, help me!" "Azui, Azui, help me!" Fires were everywhere in the village, mourning was everywhere, and one after another there was tragedy.  Yelling, signs of life disappeared under the sword of the man in black.  They had just survived a natural disaster not long ago, safe and sound thanks to Ah Zui's protection; today they encountered inexplicable killings again.  Where is Ah Zui?  Where did Ah Zui go?  Why doesn't he come to protect us?  The miserable screams continued, the butcher's knife was waving, and the people who had no strength to restrain the chicken were always looking forward to that Ah Zui who appeared inexplicably, the Ah Zui who had been silent and only knew how to drink.  The Ah Zui who was always called idle, the Ah Zui who suddenly became the savior of the whole village, where was he?  "Xiao Linzi! Maverick! Uncle Li" Yi Qiuyang shouted loudly while running towards the village.  "Drunk" The knife fell, the person died, and the sound that was not shouted suddenly stopped.  "Maverick!" A late, trembling voice heavily caught a weak body that fell to the ground.  The eight black figures are like eight dark ghosts. In the firelight of the dark night, they are constantly twisting their bodies, seeming real and illusory.
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