Sealing Sword

Zhao Bing'e won.

When the Wanyue Saber Technique fought against the Futu Boxing Sutra, neither of them had any strength left. When they were about to lose both, Daoist Duanya finally made a move. Kan made them stop.

However, anyone with a discerning eye can see that without his stop, Se Kong's fist was still three inches away from Zhao Bing'e, but her knife almost cut his throat.

Zhao Bing'e won half a move, the monks were shocked and angry, and the onlookers shouted praises and praises, but she was full of joy-no one knew the outcome better than the two warring parties, Zhao Bing'e had a high self-esteem, but he couldn't stop her. If Kong's punch hadn't been for the opponent's hidden strength, he might have been one step ahead of the knife's bloodshed, punching his heart.

Se Kong was merciful to her under the premise of knowing the bet, in Zhao Bing'e's view, he was willing to go with her by default.

She put away the knife, no matter how many gossips behind her back poked her spine, she still laughed heartily: "Monk, you lost."

After this battle, all the people in the three mountains and all over the world were shocked. Wuxiang Temple made a big splash in the battle of Sijue Valley this time, and Sekong became famous all over the world. Unexpectedly, despite all the storms and waves, he was planted on the body of a woman. Somersaulted.

Bai Taoists value face and reputation, let alone a monk who does not tell lies, Sekong accepted the contract but lost the battle. If he breaks the contract and avoids entering the mountain temple, it is treachery; To turn it into a pie.

During the ten-day period, some people ridiculed and scolded, some praised and wished, some sat and watched jokes, and more people were full of calculations.However, to Zhao Bing'e, none of this mattered.

On the tenth day, just after dawn in the east, she went up to Wenchan Mountain. There were few monks along the way, and they were all cleaning monks and novice monks doing morning classes. When they saw her, they ran away like a beast.Zhao Bing'e didn't care either, she meticulously changed into a new red dress, got up early and pasted up flowers and hairpins, so she couldn't be ruined on the way.

The skirt was winding, and the ring was jingling. Usually, it only takes an incense stick of kung fu to travel. This time, she walked slowly and steadily for half an hour, and finally arrived in front of the temple gate.

A flowery smile froze at the corner of her mouth before it even bloomed. The gate of the temple was closed, and there was no one outside.

"Monk, open the door." Zhao Bingmo knocked on the door, "I'm here to pick you up."

"..." There was no answer behind the door.

"Monk, open the door." Zhao Bing'e's eyes darkened, "The ten-day period has come, are you going to break your promise?"

Suddenly there were several "clang" sounds from behind the door, as if a sword had been unsheathed, and the murderous aura pierced through the door panel, Zhao Bing'e almost instinctively stepped back, the scimitar hidden in the wide sleeve was about to move.

Her heart gradually became cold, and her hand holding the knife became tighter and tighter: "Monk, if you don't come out again, I will force my way in."

"...Amitabha." After a long time, Zhao Bing'e couldn't hold back anymore, and Sekong's soft voice came from behind the door, "Benefactor Zhao, this is the pure place of Buddhism, and the world of mortals has nothing to do with it, please go back. "

He paused every word and spoke extremely slowly, like rusty nails bit by bit embedded in Zhao Bingye's heart, she almost rushed in to ask for clarification, but was held down by the shoulder.

"Miss Zhao, please go back." Duan Ya did not know when he was behind her, his palm seemed to be light but heavy, and she couldn't move even an inch.

Only then did Zhao Bing'e notice something was wrong, and the whole person froze on the spot.

Sekong's staying behind closed doors is a betrayal of He Lianyue. She is entitled to go in and ask for clarification, and no one else can talk to her face to face about this matter. However...from the beginning to the end, "He Lianyue" never existed.

She is Zhao Bingye, the sister of Helian Chen, the lord of the Burying Soul Palace, and the "Rakshasa Girl" who has become famous in the Devil's Way. The battle of Sijue Valley was stained with the blood of countless white Taoists. They will treat "He Lianyue" He was tolerant, but he couldn't tolerate Zhao Bing'e at all.

Identity is like a layer of window paper. When it is intact, it hides all the dark things under the nose. After being pierced, every detail will be revealed, and there is no room left.

Even if Wuxiang Temple has every kind of reluctance, even if there are thousands of dislikes from various sects of Baidao, He Lianyue, who is innocent, will never be killed. If Se Kong breaks the contract, it is a sense of injustice, and Wuxiang Temple will be even more ashamed .

But once her identity is revealed, Wuxiang Temple will no longer have any worries, and those who have a good impression of her in Bai Daozhong will turn against each other. And of course.

Good plan, good scheming, good... means.

Zhao Bing'e caressed the veil with one hand, her pupils constricted, and her voice trembled slightly: "It's you, isn't it?"

She has always been careful. After the Demonic Dao Dao Liwei, she covered her face with a ghost face to prevent prying eyes. Even in the incarnation of "He Lianyue", the veil was still inseparable. Except for being seen through by Duan Ya in the Valley of Thoughts, Zhao Bing'e couldn't find a second person for a while. A person who can tell the truth.

At that moment, her mind was buzzing, her eyes were blurred, Zhao Bing'e didn't care to hear what Duan Ya said, she rushed forward to lift her foot to kick the door, but the door was pushed hard, with her strength He didn't even kick it away.

"Open the door!" she hissed, "Sekong, you promised me! Open the door!"

She took fourteen consecutive shots, her palms were red and painful, but she still only got a sigh of "Amitabha".

Zhao Bingye's heart cooled down bit by bit, she had no scruples anymore, the scimitar flashed out, and it was about to be slashed down, Duan Ya held her blade with a sword, forced her back with a strong shock, and blocked her with the sword. In front of the temple gate.

"Miss Zhao, please go back." Duan Ya said softly, "Poverty is entrusted by others to be loyal, and you will not be allowed to enter the temple until the sword is broken and you are dead."

Duan Ya is older than ten years old, and also a friend and teacher. He is gentle and appropriate in dealing with people, never making things difficult for others, and he is more calm and reliable when speaking and doing things. Even Zhao Bing'e treats him like an older brother. I did not expect this .

He has always been as warm and moist as jade, transparent and restrained, more ancient charm and aloe than Sekong's tranquility and sage, until now the stone is shocked, revealing the sharp edge that has been in the sheath for a long time, piercing Zhao Binghe's eyes with pain.

She let go of her bleeding lip, gathered her inner strength, and filled her heart with anger and hatred: "Se Kong, open the door! You come out now, or I will slaughter the entire temple, and you will come with me!"

Someone behind the door suddenly scolded loudly: "Shameless witch, what a big tone!"

"Yao Nu, you killed my senior brother in the Valley of Thought, and you are still talking nonsense here!"

"The witch should be killed!"

"..."

In an instant, there was a lot of cursing, which made Zhao Bing'e's ears ringing. I don't know how many white Taoists gathered behind this door, but she has never backed down in half her life, and it is naturally even more impossible now.

The knife and the sword collided clangingly, Zhao Bing'e wanted to go in and snatch the person away, but he was unable to break through Duan Ya's sword move half a step.If it is a matter of swordsmanship, Zhao Bing'e will not be afraid of him even though he cannot win. However, Duanya used the gossip and two instruments to restrain her body skills, and deliberately used the "soft" sword to unload her strength. It was dragged into a wrestling battle, and he was even brought out of the right and wrong place, rushing into the forest one after the other.

On that day, Zhao Bingye failed to defeat Duanya after all, and naturally he also failed to break into Wuxiang Temple, and he didn't even see Sekong.

In order not to kill, Duanya raised his sword and drove Zhao Bingye down Wenchan Mountain, stared at her with hatred eyes and guarded the mountain road, blocking the mountain full of chills behind him, and refused to give up half a step.

For the first time in her life, she returned home without a feather, and she was completely defeated.

Zhao Bingye galloped back to Mizong Ridge, the entire Demonic Dao had seen enough jokes, and secretly didn't know how to arrange her into the mud, after all, Burial Soul Palace already had the appearance of a new leader in the Demonic Dao. Shi Shi justly taunted, who would not let the opportunity go.

People in the Demonic Way have always acted outspokenly and dissolutely. In the past three months since Zhao Bingye returned to Mizong Ridge, I don't know how much contempt and sarcasm he has suffered. Helian Chen feels even more dishonored. Although her status in the palace has not changed, her reputation is so messed up that even the new helmsman dares to spoil her behind her back: "Zhao Bingmo, what a slut, isn't her flesh and blood martial arts all in the way of the devil? Come out, now that you have come out, you have tasted the fishy taste of the man in the white way, and you think..."

He couldn't finish what he said later, and the dagger that penetrated from the mouth to the back of the head was forever choked in his throat.Zhao Bing'e let go of his hands, glanced at every face on the wine table, and slowly smiled.

The congratulatory feast that day turned into a blood feast, two of the eight new helmsmen of Burial Soul Palace died, and the remaining six had their tongues cut off alive, and crawled to find Helian Chen with their bloody mouths covered.

He Lianchen was angry and furious, and when he rushed to the place where the incident happened, he raised his knife and saw Zhao Bingye lined up six bloody tongues on the table, his eyes were dark and ghostly, and he was frightened for a moment, And inexplicably, a trace of distress and hatred rose from the bottom of my heart.

Distress is an afterthought of brotherhood, and hatred is for everyone in Shakong and Baidao.He has all kinds of fears and guards against Zhao Bingye, not to mention the desire to take advantage of him, but in the final analysis, apart from her, Helian Chen has no relatives in the world.

In the end, he didn't punish Zhao Bing'e severely, but put him in a dark prison for three days, and then called He Lianyu to teach Bai Dao some lessons, but he didn't expect the news from his subordinates that Zhao Bing'e was in prison. Li passed out.

He Lianchen hadn't even mentioned it yet, when he heard the second shocking news - the doctor diagnosed that Zhao Bing'e was pregnant.

He Lianchen overturned the case on the spot and was extremely furious. If He Lianyu hadn't spoken out to dissuade him, he would have almost strangled the reporting subordinate to death.

"Palace Master calm down, now is not the time to vent your anger." He Lianyu frowned, and said in a warm voice, "Sister has an arrogant temperament and strong martial arts skills. Others can't get close to her, I'm afraid..."

"I'm afraid it's the monk who got her favor... Oh, what a monk, what an upright gentleman, they are all nonsense." He Lianchen clenched his fists tightly, "Because of this, we must not leave such a bastard."

He Lianyu said: "I see that my sister has not given up on that monk, I am afraid she does not want to get rid of this child, and the palace lord forces her to fear that there will be conflicts again, it is best to do some tricks in secret."

He Lianchen endured his anger, and immediately ordered the doctor to make some clues in the medicine, but he didn't expect that the wind still leaked out, and Zhao Bing'e knew about it.

Sure enough, as He Lianyu expected, she broke out of the prison and wounded the sentry, left Mizong Ridge and went straight to Wuxiang Temple.

It's winter now, the north wind is howling, and the snow is flying heavily. Zhao Bingmo is wrapped in a big cloak but dare not ride a horse, so he can only rely on light work to drive on the road. .

After all, human beings are born of flesh and bones, and their strength is not sustainable. When she fell down in the snow, her whole body became stiff and cold, and her internal strength could barely protect her heart and stomach. Her fingers curled up in the snow a few times for a long time. Just stood up and saw a few pairs of boots.

Feng Ruogu, a disciple of Wushuang Sect, came to Huangshan Sect in the name of his teacher to celebrate the new head Guo Feizhou's ascension to the throne. The two were about the same age and had a good time talking, so they brought a few disciples to the mountain for winter hunting, but they did not expect to meet Zhao Bing moth.

At that time, Zhao Bingye was a little delirious, barely able to see the face, and recognized Feng Ruogu, who had a little friendship with him, and instinctively said, "Help...help me..."

Feng Ruogu looked at her for a long time before he recognized that this embarrassed woman was He Lianyue, who was stunning in Guyang City that day, and Zhao Bingye, who was arrogant and powerful in Sijue Valley.

He was silent for a moment, squatted down and held Zhao Bing's hand, and smiled warmly: "Miss Zhao..."

Before the words fell, he heard a "crack", and he took off Zhao Bingye's right wrist!

Zhao Bingmo's face turned pale, Feng Ruogu still held her hand tightly, dragged Sheng Sheng up, moved him to Guo Feizhou, and said with a smile: "Master Guo, just now you have lamented that the power of the Demonic Dao is now shrinking, it is hard to The opportunity to become famous and make meritorious deeds, isn't there a demon girl coming to your door now?"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Bingmo drew the saber with his left hand and slashed out. Feng Ruogu was caught off guard, and the blade was bloody, but the saber didn't go deep, and a hand gripped the blade tightly.

"Flying Eagle Claws" Guo Feizhou, a pair of fleshy palms are as strong and powerful as iron tongs, and it is easy to hurt people's muscles and bones and destroy their weapons.If it is normal, Zhao Bing'e is not afraid of him, but now he is like a Shura.

She retreated step by step, but behind her were the disciples of Huangshan School, there was no way to retreat, seeing Guo Feizhou and Feng Ruogu approaching, Zhao Bing'e suddenly asked: "Where is Sekong?"

"Bitch, Master Sekong was confined to the scripture building because of you, do you still have the face to ask him?" Feng Ruogu sneered, "Fortunately, he has made a vow that he will never have anything to do with you again. He is the first master of Wuxiang Temple."

Zhao Bingye paused, held his right wrist with his left hand and pushed hard, then looked up at them: "He, what did you say?"

The person who answered her this time was Guo Feizhou, with irony on the man's iron face: "Master Sekong said...'When you see the Tathagata, form is emptiness'."

That is to say, when you see the Tathagata, the form is empty; the heart is patient, Amitabha.

Unprecedented exhaustion came along with the pain, Zhao Bingye finally failed to hold on this time, as if the string that collapsed to the extreme finally broke, she closed her eyes.

When she woke up, she found that she was in the carriage, and the person guarding her was Helian Yu.

"If we hadn't arrived in time, sister, your head would have been the meritorious service of Guo Feizhou and Feng Ruogu." He Lianyu handed her the water bag, "People of the White Way, disciples of Buddhism, are indeed more merciful than us. Because of this, they pretended to be upright and righteous and all sentient beings in their hearts, so they naturally couldn't tolerate you. Sister, after all, the palace master has brotherhood with you, it's not too late for you to turn around now."

Warm water poured into her throat, diluting the blood energy, the expression on Zhao Bing'e's face was changing, and He Lianyu saw grief, anger, gloom, unwillingness in her eyes... However, all these expressions eventually settled into a daunting arrogance.

"Sekong doesn't want me, I will make him regret it." Zhao Bing'e put his hand on his lower abdomen and said word by word, "I will regret it if I don't want him."