Brilliant thorn

When Fu Shaoyu returned to Shenjiazhuang, the members of the Demon Cult had already left, and seven or eight injured guests were being helped to the inner courtyard to recuperate. The unlucky ghost who was killed by a hidden weapon was lying in the corridor, and his body was covered with a white cloth.

Seeing that he came back with his shoulder injured, everyone was shocked and angry.

Two years ago, Fu Shaoyu single-handedly defeated three masters in a row, making his way into the Jianghu Qingyun Ranking.At the beginning, many people were unconvinced and wrote a challenge, and all of them returned in defeat.

Those who can hurt Fu Shaoyu will never be unknown in the world.

"Who is it? Can Fu Shaoxia see clearly?"

"It must be a member of the Devil's Cult, taking advantage of the iron-faced eagle claws to present the sword manual to divert attention, waiting for an opportunity to assassinate me."

"Could it be the left envoy? After all, the right envoy has appeared, and they are likely to act together."

"How is Shaoyu's injury?" Shen Zhongqing personally welcomed Fu Shaoyu to the flower hall. The servants brought a pear wood chair. After Fu Shaoyu sat down, he shook his head and tore open his skirt, revealing the one-inch long wound on his right shoulder. The bleeding had stopped live.

"No problem, just a flesh wound."

"Let the old man take a look," the owner of Medicine Valley approached with a red candle, leaned over to inspect it carefully, Fang shook his head and said, "Fortunately, it is not poisonous."

He took out two white jade porcelain bottles from his arms, applied them externally and took them internally, and healed Fu Shaoyu's wounds.

After Fu Shaoyu thanked him, he said to everyone in the hall: "The one who hurt me is not from the Demon Cult."

"Oh? Shaoyu is so sure, but do you know the origin of that person?" Shen Zhongqing asked.

"I'm ashamed to say it," Fu Shaoyu tidied up his clothes, pursed his lips and smiled thinly, "a few months ago, Fu met a beautiful woman when he was traveling in Sichuan. It was unforgettable to see him, and his thoughts were like madness. What happened today is probably the burden of love debts." , let the seniors laugh."

Hearing that what he said involved Fengyue, everyone whispered to each other, and then nodded to express their understanding: As the saying goes, a hero is saddened by a beauty.

Shen Zhongqing didn't want to ask too many questions, so he could only say: "If you have any difficulties, please feel free to speak up, Shaoyu."

"Yes." Fu Shaoyu clapped his hands in response.

Only then did Shen Zhongqing take the seat of honor, clapping the table with iron palms, and getting back to business: "What happened today is that the Demon Cult is rampant, which can be seen."

All the audience responded: "Yes! They don't come early or late, and they only pick on the day of your birthday banquet, the old owner. This is clearly a provocation!"

"The birthday banquet comes second. It's just that the Devil's Cult has lived peacefully with me in the Central Plains Wulin for decades. I'm worried that they're prepared to make such a fuss today." Shen Zhongqing stroked his beard, lowered his brows and narrowed his eyes, and said solemnly, " We have to guard against it."

"The position of the leader of the Wulin has been vacant for a long time. Does the Demon Sect think that our Central Plains Wulin has no leader, so it is so unscrupulous and provocative?"

The speaker is clear and bright, his name is Shi Zhengping, he is good at swordsmanship, he created his own Danyang sect, he has many disciples, it can be regarded as a famous martial arts sect.

Shen Zhongqing groaned and remained silent, while the others kept talking among each other, and no one knew who said "May old Shen be the first to follow", and everyone echoed.

Shen Zhongqing raised his hand to signal everyone to be silent, and turned his eyes to Fu Shaoyu: "Wulin belongs to young people."

Fu Shaoyu got up and saluted, and said: "Fu has always admired all seniors, especially Shen Lao's open-minded and loyal character. If there is Shen Lao sitting in the martial arts world, he would not dare to be arrogant if he wants to come to the Demon Sect."

"Everyone unanimously recommends it, so there is every kind of trust and respect." Shi Zhengping said, "If Brother Shen wants to retire to the world and enjoy the family happiness, then you might as well say bluntly, there are many talents in the martial arts world, just choose another one."

These words were blunt and sharp, even vaguely bitter and mean, most people in the hall dared not speak out.

When the atmosphere became delicate and awkward, suddenly a few children from aristocratic families gathered outside the hall to ask for an interview, saying that they had something important to report.

The crowd moved aside, and those people presented the scrolls in their hands to their patriarchs one after another. Among them, Shi Yi, the eldest disciple of the Danyang School and Shi Zhengping's only son, said: "This was sent by a watchman on the street. He made sure to give these scrolls to the guests of Shenjiazhuang, and did not name them."

Shi Zhengping took the scroll and looked at it, with a serious expression on his face.

On the title page, in black and white, there are three big characters "Wen Yuan Lu" written crookedly, and there is a line of small characters in the corner, which specifically states: The copyist, Cen Buyu.

Because it is a fragmented volume, each sword manual is only a few thin pages, but the number is extremely large, Shi Yi said: "I have roughly counted, and there are no less than a hundred copies of the sword manual sent by Cen Buyu, and the content is exactly the same. "

"The writing is too ugly. Brother Shen, please read it. My eyes hurt." Shi Zhengping threw the sword manual on the table, but Shen Zhongqing didn't pick it up.

Others circulated those manuscripts one by one. Although the thoughts and moves recorded in them were incomplete, they could still get a glimpse of the mystery.

If this is the whole sword manual... the hall was buzzing with discussions again, with different thoughts, and few people were thinking about the intentions of the Demon Cult.

Fu Shaoyu glanced hastily, and said: "Today is senior's birthday, and half of the rivers and lakes gathered in Shenjiazhuang. Cen Buyu only brought ten women here. Although he didn't really wish to celebrate his birthday, he didn't necessarily want to wait with me. If there is a head-on confrontation, he should know that if this is the case, he will definitely not be able to retreat unscathed."

"what do you mean?"

"He took the risk of presenting the "Question of the Yuan" and distributing the transcripts of the fragments. He just wanted to mobilize the power of the whole world to find other scrolls." Fu Shaoyu said, "This is always faster than the Demon Cult's search alone. Much more."

"Brother Fu, what you mean is that after we have found everything, the Devil Cult will come and take it by force, just to reap the benefits?" Shi Yi asked.

"It's just my personal speculation." Fu Shaoyu said.

"You're right," Shi Zhengping nodded, and glanced at the people in the hall who couldn't let go of the copybooks. "The number of people who have secretly searched for the whereabouts of the sword manual these years is no longer a small number, and there will be more from tomorrow. Yes. Brother Shen?"

"It's getting late, Shaoyu, you are still injured, go to the wing room to rest first." Shen Zhongqing looked up at the people in the hall, and dismissed them together, "Everyone, go back first, we will discuss this matter tomorrow."

Shi Zhengping was the first to get up to leave, but was stopped by Shen Zhongqing, "Zhengping, you stay first."

Seeing that the two of them had private matters to discuss, the others didn't want to disturb them, so they all took a copy and went back to their respective rooms to rest.

Fu Shaoyu was arranged to live alone in a quiet garden, he went in and took off his bloody clothes, scrubbed his body clean, then put out the candle and went to bed.

Suddenly, there was a chill on his neck, and the blade of the Frost Sword touched his throat, and his acupoints were also blocked.

Fu Shaoyu opened his eyes indifferently, and in the dim light and shadow, he saw that beautiful face, but the original blindfold on his left eye was replaced by a black cloth strip two fingers wide, obliquely covering the face. Youlan.

"We've only been separated for an hour, are you coming to kill me again?" Fu Shaoyu lay on the couch, his eyes dim, "Can you let Fu Mou show his face before he died? I didn't see it clearly just now."

"Stop talking nonsense, bring the antidote." Xiao Jue pressed the dagger against his neck, his eyes were stern, and his voice was extremely low.

"What antidote?" Fu Shaoyu asked.

"Pretending to be stupid?" Xiao Jue exerted force with his palm, and the sharp blade was about to cut a bloodstain on his skin.

Fu Shaoyu frowned and said, "It hurts."

Xiao didn't say a word, and the dagger in his hand pressed a little deeper, and the sticky blood dripped down the blade to wet the soft pillow.

"Hiss—it really hurts."

Fu Shaoyu suddenly raised his hand to snatch the knife, Xiao Jue's heart shuddered, he turned his palm to block, the two fought close to each other for dozens of rounds, the dagger was knocked down, and fell to the ground with a bang, which attracted the alert of Jue Ying outside the door.

"Sir?"

When Xiao Jueyu flew out of the hidden weapon from the sleeve arrow, his body lightened suddenly, and he was pinned down on the bed by Fu Shaoyu and couldn't move.

"No matter how dishonest you are, I'll let the guards in." Fu Shaoyu held his wrists tightly and said in a low voice, "Your internal strength is exhausted. If you fight two against one, you will definitely die."

Xiao Jue didn't move anymore, but his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Fu Shaoyu said loudly to the door: "It's nothing, I just knocked over the teacup, you go."

"Yes." The figure outside the window quickly disappeared like a ghost.

Xiao Jue gritted his teeth and said, "It really is you, give me the antidote."

"You are so courageous. You almost lost all your internal strength. You dared to rush into Shenjiazhuang at night and ask me for an antidote." Blood was still oozing from Fu Shaoyu's neck, and a few drops of blood fell on Xiao Jue's neck. Meet me, tonight is your death day."

"When did you inject the poison? And how did you break through the acupuncture points?"

After Xiao Jue saw that the situation was not good and left, he found that his internal energy was stagnant. After thinking about it, it could only be Fu Shaoyu's fault, but he couldn't figure out how the other party quietly poisoned him in the fierce battle.

"Want to know?" Fu Shaoyu lowered his body, a few strands of black hair fell on Xiao Jue's cheeks, "Let me take another look at you, and I'll tell you everything."

"Go to hell." Xiao Jue gritted his teeth and lifted his knees, and slammed Fu Shaoyu's lower body. Fu Shaoyu had been prepared for a long time, and slipped to the bed, wrapped Xiao Jue with a brocade quilt, his hands and feet were bound, and it was difficult to break free for a while. .

"Are you really not afraid of death?" Fu Shaoyu pressed down again, and pulled the cloth strip over Xiao Jue's left eye with one hand, not forgetting to tease, "Your blindfold is slanted across your forehead. Which girl braided a pigtail."

Xiao Jue just wanted to die with him at this moment, but the troublesome hand suddenly withdrew.

"Forget it, if you continue teasing me, you might bite your tongue and kill yourself."

Fu Shaoyu smiled, wiped two drops of blood on his neck with two fingers, then pressed Xiao Jue's lips, grinding them back and forth.

Xiao Jue was so ashamed and indignant that he wished he could open his mouth and bite off those two fingers, but Fu Shaoyu shook his head at him.

"Hush—my blood is the antidote. If you refuse to cooperate, I will not obediently let you pierce two swords to draw blood." Fu Shaoyu said seriously, "To be honest, It was not I who gave you the poison, but my hidden guard. When he met your palms, the poison was there. If you don’t come back to me in time, within three days your tendons will reverse and your body will explode. and die."

Xiao Jue was dubious, he had never heard of such a strange palm technique.

Fu Shaoyu continued: "That secret guard has been a medicine man since he was a child, and his whole body is poisonous. My blood is the only antidote."

Jueying, who lay on the roof and listened carefully to the movement in the room, shook his head helplessly.

Xiao Jue's eyes darkened, he pursed his lips and licked away the bloody drops, "Why isn't it getting better?"

"You are too impatient, at least you need to rest for two days before you can recover your internal strength." Fu Shaoyu withdrew his body, rolled up his clothes, and said: "You go, go back and forth from wherever you are."

Xiao Jue kicked off the quilt, fastened the blindfold, and when he jumped onto the windowsill, he couldn't help but look back at Fu Shaoyu.

"Why let me go?"

Fu Shaoyu smiled brightly: "Fu Mou is reluctant to part with such beautiful eyes."