Sealing Sword

When Xie Li wanted to stay in Wenchan Mountain, it wasn't because of a feverish impulse.

He thought very clearly that besides Yu Yin from Duanshui Mountain Villa and Xie's shelter, he has nothing else to gain a foothold in the world. Ye Fusheng can guide him to learn martial arts, but he can't take care of him for the rest of his life. There are hundreds of thousands of roads ahead Eight thousand miles, after all, you have to go through it step by step.

Therefore, seeing that the general situation of Wenchan Mountain was initially determined, he didn't want to follow Xue Chanyi to retreat to Jialan City, but stayed here to receive follow-up polishing, saw those big things and small things with his own eyes, and eagerly learned and applied little by little or stayed away from it. .

But he didn't expect this change to be so unexpected and earth-shaking.

Three nights ago, before the Pagoda fire, Xie Li also went to the Pagoda.

He couldn't sleep at night, he was thinking about what he had seen and heard these days, and at the same time he was thinking about many personal affairs, but no one could tell these words under the ancient Qingdeng Buddhist Temple, Xie Li thought about it, and finally decided to bite the bullet Go find Duanqing.

Actually, Xie Li and Duan Qing didn't communicate much. The brief meeting in the Nether Valley and the only conversation on the Wangchen Peak were all point-to-point, neither superficial nor deep.In Xie Li's impression, this Taoist priest is Ye Fusheng's closest relative and most respected, he should be trusted, and although his temperament is cold, he is calm and reliable, he doesn't expect Duan Qing to give him any advice, I just want to whisper my hesitation to an elder when I am confused.

However, as soon as Xie Li arrived at the outskirts of the pagoda, he saw Duan Qing hurried out from the pagoda, his face was paler than the snow reflected by the moonlight, except his eyes were as red as blood.

He was startled, and saw Song Wei from the Konghua faction chasing after him, calling Duanqing to stay while running, but the white-haired Taoist priest seemed to be avoiding a scourge, and never looked back.

"I don't know what happened, so I followed them until a small forest... They were surrounded by a group of killers." After a pause, Xie Li had a complicated look in his eyes, "The middle-aged leader A man holding a broad and heavy sword, calling himself 'Wei Changyun'."

Except for Ah Ru, the faces of the other five people all changed, and Xue Chanyi even jumped up: "He didn't die, and he went to ask Chanshan?!"

"Miss Xue, don't get excited, just listen to the young master's words." Lu Mingyuan spoke slowly, and at the same time winked at Qin Lanshang, and the eldest lady immediately understood and went out.

As the door closed, Xie Li spoke again: "He brought more than a dozen killers, and the strange thing is that four of them were women, all of whom were dressed in the same appearance... Well, in a crimson dress with a high bun, she walked down to the Taoist priest." Assassin, on the other hand..."

When he said this, he was a little tangled, after all, a ten-year-old child had never seen Fengyue, so he didn't know how to describe the scenes of those disguised and modified female killers talking to each other.

The four female killers, whose stature, posture and grooming were all the same as Gu Yufang, but in the end they only turned into four dead bodies with their throats sealed.

When Duan Qing pressed Wei Changyun's epee with his sword, Xie Li, who was hiding in the bushes and didn't dare to show his breath, heard the man's laughter: "Master Dao, you are angry."

He vaguely remembered that when they were in Jialan City, Xuan Su and Ye Fusheng once talked about Duan Qing's cultivation technique, saying that he had entered the state of "the Supreme Forgotten Love".Xie Li is young and doesn't know what state is, but he also knows that the so-called "absolute love" means losing all emotions and six desires, and living like a wooden man.

How could the wooden man be angry?

He covered his mouth with both hands, for fear of making a sound, and watched the bloody fight in the forest.

The eight killers teamed up with Wei Changyun to besiege Duanqing, and the remaining four all rushed towards Song Wei, apparently unwilling to let go of this extra life.Song Wei, as a major disciple of the Konghua Sect, has good martial arts and a lot of experience in the world, but two fists are no match for four hands, and after a few rounds, everything is in danger. Xie Li was so anxious in the bushes that he wanted to rush to himself. Knowing is cumbersome, and I want to go back to report the letter but I am afraid of alarming these people, I don't know what to do.

Wei Changyun and the eight killers joined forces to deal with Duanqing. The white-haired Daoist whose eyes had turned scarlet was not defeated at all, and his attacks became more and more fierce, Xie was terrified.

At the moment when the stalemate was about to be broken, flames lit up from the direction of Tallinn.

The raging flames dyed the night sky red, reflecting in their eyes as if blood had poured down the world.

Song Wei was distracted, and was immediately slashed on the back. If Duan Qing hadn't remained clear and swung his sword back to protect him, he would have been cut in half before the killer's head fell to the ground.

At this time, there were only five standing people left in the woodland, Wei Changyun said, "I offended the Taoist priest tonight, but I just acted in a hurry, even if I can't do anything, I have no regrets. If the Taoist priest still remembers the past..."

"I have no 'past' with you."

From the beginning of the battle till now, Xie Li finally heard Duan Qing speak, his voice was very soft and cold, the sword in his hand was bleeding profusely, but he didn't have his own blood.

The next moment, Xie Li saw a sword that he had never heard or seen in his life!

The same goes for Wei Changyun.

He is a master of swordsmanship, and he has fought many swordsmanship masters in life-and-death battles. He has seen countless swordsmanship in the world, and even He Lianyu's Qianyuan has been compared with Baiyue, but he still has some regrets.

Some people say that once they have seen the snow in the high mountains, they will abandon all the frost in the mountains like a shoe.

Wei Changyun had seen Mu Qingshang's sword.

The light is clear and the dust is broken, and the clouds break through the sky.

It's a pity that it was the only time, and it was also the last time. On the unnamed deep stream in the southwest, the sword energy broke through the encirclement like a rainbow, but finally fell on the top of the mountain.

The man and the sword all corresponded to the name "Poyun" and blended into the long-lasting clouds and mist of the mountain stream.

Over the years since then, even if Wei Changyun saw the former gentlemanly swordsman put down his long hair, take off his arrow sleeves and military uniform, and become a cold and unfeeling Taoist priest, like He Lianyu, he thought that everyone was Mu Qingshang just learned to refuse after being betrayed.

Until Duanqing's sword slashed open the throats of the four people, his wrist flipped from top to bottom and landed on the Baiyue Sword in Wei Changyun's hand.

The Baiyue Sword is made of high-mountain iron and stone, weighs 140 jin, is about three feet long, and is more than one palm wide. It is difficult for ordinary warriors to hold it, let alone swing it freely like Wei Changyun. Injured by the force back shock.

However, after a clang, Wei Changyun's hand suddenly lightened, and before he could take a closer look, a piercing pain came from his shoulder, and blood spattered out, staining half of his face red.

Baiyue was cut in two with one sword, and the sword's edge continued to slash on Wei Changyun's shoulder, splitting the flesh and embedding it in the bone.

Xie Li gasped, but at this moment no one was paying attention to him.

Wei Changyun knew for the first time that Jian Feng could be so cold.

The cold sword edge cut across the flesh and blood, Duanqing drew back the long sword, looked at Baiyue Broken Blade on the ground, an inexplicable expression flashed in his eyes, and said to Wei Changyun: "Do you still remember when Mu Qingshang got this sword for the first time? Said anything to you?"

——The name of the sword "Baiyue" takes the heart of high mountains and iron stones, and endows them with the meaning of majestic mountains. Only by asking can we stand on the wall.Changyun, since you have obtained "Baiyue", you must know that it is a sword that is as steady as a mountain and does not move without seeking. You must remember why you hold the sword today, so that you can go further on this sword path.

——I... want to save someone, I want to live.

——Then hold the sword for "life", whether for yourself or for others, no matter whether you are standing or standing in the world, don't trample on the word "life".

The simple word "birth" has already been trampled into mud during the years he devoted himself to following Helian Yu, on the day when his hands were stained with so much innocent blood.

His kendo, his Baiyue, were all destroyed in his own hands.

The sword is like a person, and the sword cuts people to death.

"He Lianyu is not worthy of diving into the abyss, and you are not worthy of Baiyue, man, why do you always betray yourself?" After Duan Qing said this, he turned around and was about to rush back in the direction of the Futu Pagoda.

Xie Li hadn't lost the heart he had mentioned before, and was so startled by the next incident that he almost cried out.

Wei Changyun, who was already kneeling down, suddenly moved.

He stood up with one hand on the ground with his strength, and suddenly opened his arms and rushed towards Duanqing. The white-haired Taoist priest didn't hold back his hands this time, turned around and pierced his chest with a sword, so powerful that he nailed Wei Changyun to the tree trunk behind him.

However, Wei Changyun's palm had already landed on his dantian.

When the man stood up, his face was flushed, and the veins on his forehead were exposed, as if the blood from his whole body had poured onto his face, but after this palm, his face was as white as paper.

Xie Li took advantage of the moonlight to see Duan Qing's side face, and the blood on his already pale face faded in an instant.

A little blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, Duanqing let go of the hand holding the sword, swayed his body, and knelt down on one knee.

Wei Changyun couldn't even utter a single sentence. He watched Duanqing stand up again with his hands on the ground, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and said with a wry smile, "Master Dao, it's not that you haven't experienced the 'Ni Yuan Secret Method'. It is imperative for us to do this, so instead of... risking all your injuries and rushing to be accused by thousands of people, you might as well... take advantage of the time when the two parties have no time, first, go back... Taishang Palace, Dongming Valley, There are thousands of mountains and rivers in the world, there should always be a place for you, why bother..."

Before he could finish speaking, his voice suddenly changed into a suppressed cry of pain.Xie Li didn't dare to move. He stared wide-eyed at Duanqing, who gripped the hilt of his sword again, and pulled out the long sword with all his strength. Without saying a word, he turned back and rushed into the mountain road, heading towards the direction of Tallinn.

Xie Li watched Duanqing go away, his hands and feet went from numbness and pain to loss of consciousness, he still didn't dare to move, it wasn't until Wei Changyun who fell on the ground picked up the broken sword and staggered away from here, he threw himself out of the bushes, Shaking hands to touch Song Wei.

"He's still alive. I only had a little gold sore medicine on me. At that time, I didn't know who else to trust, so I hid him. I wanted to go back to the temple to find Taoist Duanheng..." Xie Li recalled what happened that night , still feeling terrified, "But when I got to the temple, I found that everything was in chaos. Everyone scattered around to hunt down Senior Duanqing, and also said that he was the murderer who burned the pagoda and rescued Helian Yu. Squeezing into the crowd, I saw that senior was surrounded, he couldn't speak a word, and he couldn't break through smoothly... I was afraid that the stalemate would intensify, so I rushed into the battle circle, pretending to be surrounded by seniors. Only after being held hostage did everyone get out of the way."

Before he finished speaking, Xuan Su's hand had already landed on the table.

This palm was very light, and there was almost no sound when it fell, but when Xuan Su picked it up, a handprint sunken half an inch appeared on the originally smooth table.

"How can you listen to and believe in the matter of framing and framing?!"

Xuan Su has a kind disposition, and he always speaks tepidly, but at this moment the smile finally disappeared on his face, and his voice became as cold and hard as flowing water.

"Prince Xuansu calm down for the time being." Heng Yuan put his hand on his shoulder, the young monk's voice was as gentle as a wisp of sandalwood smoke in front of the Buddha, at this moment he suppressed the anger in Xuansu's heart just right, "Don't forget that you left the mountain At that time, Duanqing Daoist reminded me."

——Xuan Su, you have gone down the mountain and gone through a lot of tribulations, you have seen all kinds of life, you have solved the confusion of the past, you have a better understanding of the world, and you have glimpsed the path to the great perfection of "letting the situation".During this period, your state of mind and emotion will be more abundant than before, so you have to let yourself be aware of your emotions, and at the same time learn self-control and self-control, like walking on a single tree on a cliff of hundreds of feet, and go through it calmly with a normal heart, and don’t be confused. Square inch, otherwise it will be in a dilemma, and one step will go astray.

Thinking of this, it was like a basin of cold water pouring down on the face, the anger rising in Xuan Su's heart has not been extinguished, but cold sweat has already broken out from behind.

He tightened his five fingers, Heng Yuan shook his head, looked at Xie Li, and asked in a gentle voice: "Since Master Shao and Daoist Duanqing left Wenchan Mountain together, why is there no figure of Daoist right now? Why did Master Shao take him with him?" Song Shaoxia appeared here?"

Xie Li shook his head and said, "Because senior didn't go with me."

At that time, people were rushing to talk, and no matter what he was doing, he didn't know what to do, so he pretended to be hijacked, making everyone throw their hands at him and let go of the siege, and opened a way for Duan Qing to retreat. The Taoist leader took him away from the place of right and wrong, and then went back to find Taoist priest Duanheng and Abbot Sejian for an idea.

But he didn't expect that no matter what he said along the way, Duanqing seemed to have never heard a word, and he didn't say a word, he only used his lightness kung fu to lift his breath and ran away. The young boy was lighter than a chicken under his hands. During this quick walk, he was completely dizzy, and then his butt hurt, Xie Li fell from Duan Qing's hand, and sat down on the ground.

It was a hidden wild path down the mountain, Duan Qing let go of him and left him alone, his eyes swept across him coldly under the moonlight, Xie Li followed his eyes and saw a few sporadic bloodstains on a piece of bluestone.

"The blood was not dry yet, senior didn't say a word, just chased in the direction... If I guessed correctly, senior probably went after He Lianyu who escaped." Xie Li looked up at them , "I couldn't catch up with him, and I didn't dare to rush back to the temple. I thought that no matter how the situation develops, someone must prove the truth, so I went up the mountain in the dark and brought Song Shaoxia out."

In Wuxiang Temple, all the heroes are gathered, but there are also dragons and snakes mixed together. Since He Lianyu can be rescued from the pagoda, wouldn't it be easier to kill him and Song Wei?

During the three years that Xie Li was taught harshly at the Broken Water Villa, his martial arts might not have improved by one step, but he had become more sensitive, and he had more than one exquisite heart than ordinary children.

Duanqing took him away in full view, and everyone chased him down the mountain, ignoring some trails back to the mountain, not to mention that he is not a very important person, so how many people would care at this juncture? pay attention to?

Seeing that he couldn't catch up with Duanqing, Xie Li hesitated for a while and turned up the mountain, avoiding people along the way, and finally found Song Wei who was hidden in the cave by him.

Xie Li rolled himself into a mud monkey on the ground, tore his clothes torn, and then tidied up Song Wei, and spent the longest night in the refugee huts he built along the mountain road. When the villagers went down the mountain with their companions, they took Song Wei away half-back and half-dragged.

He is a ten-year-old boy, if he hadn't practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his basic skills are still solid, he might not be able to move this young man in his early twenties at all.Xie Li was worried along the way, fearing that there would be ambushes along the way, he kept walking along with the refugees, he couldn't eat during the day and couldn't sleep at night, he would subconsciously clenched the knife hidden under his clothes at the slightest disturbance.

Xie Li is not only taking care of Song Wei with all his heart, but also remembering these sufferings in life with his own eyes.

He thinks that his family is ruined and his family is destroyed, but he doesn't know that the homeless people can't hate him; Yes, but I don't know that the humble and humble people are still down to earth.

There are all kinds of beings in the world, if you have never been there, how can you know what the real joy, anger, sorrow and joy are?

There are thousands of roads, and there are many kinds of life, each with its own way of living and persistence.

"..."

After Xie Li finished talking about his experience, no one in the living room spoke for a while, only Ah Ru, who had been silent for a long time, raised his head and looked at him, rubbing the armrest of the chair with his fingertips.

After a long while, Xuan Su finally spoke again: "Thank you, Master Young Master, for your hard work and leaving witnesses to clear up the grievances of the elders of my master's sect. Xuan Su is very grateful for this situation. Since an accident happened on Wenchan Mountain, and the Taishang Palace was implicated, the poor Dao must go back, firstly to prove the elder’s innocence, and secondly to get to the bottom of it, I will leave the matters in Jialan City to everyone.”

"Young monk will go back with the Taoist priest." Heng Yuan nodded at him, "During this accident, there are senior brothers in the temple who were injured or injured. Brother Heng Ming is upright and upright, and he is afraid of being taken advantage of by others. The abbot is too old to deal with everything. The situation is tight. As a disciple of Wuxiang, the monk has exhausted his duty of escorting the wounded back to Garan, so he should return to the temple as soon as possible."

Lu Mingyuan turned his eyes around the two of them. The scholar didn't experience the catastrophe of Wuxiang Temple, so he naturally didn't know the entanglement between Hengyuan and Xuansu. There are two meanings, one is that the monk thinks that there are still ghosts among the monks in the temple, and the other is that he intends to use his identity as a disciple of Wuxiang and a successor of Western Buddhism to return to the temple to add another layer of support to Xuansu's position.

He blinked and smiled slightly: "I have seen Song Shaoxia's injuries. Although his injuries are serious, he is not life-threatening. Now that he has medical help, he will definitely get better within two days. At that time, I will ask Miss Xue to bring young The owner of the villa personally escorted him to Zen Mountain, and I will take over all the affairs in Jialan City with Miss Qin, what do you think?"

Jialan City is now full of messes to be cleaned up, the most important thing is the people from various martial arts factions who are coming soon.Now it’s difficult to distinguish between us and the enemy on Zen Mountain, Xuansu and Hengyuan’s trip will not be smooth, if there are Southern Confucianism passed on to the heads of the various factions who came here to explain the original story, Miss Baiguimen uses power to make clever arrangements, this is preconceived It's much better than trying to fix a dead sheep.

Hengyuan and Lu Mingyuan looked at each other, and the two men with plans in their chests knew each other.

They continued to discuss matters, and Qin Lanshang went out and sent the "ghost shadow" dark guard left by Chu Xiwei to contact the Hundred Ghosts in Jialan City. The crowd waited for a reply.

The time for a cup of tea passed, and the sent subordinates hadn't returned yet, but someone was sitting opposite her, and the hidden guards lurking around were not stopping her, and they didn't even make a sound.

Qin Lanshang sensed that something was wrong, but she didn't act rashly like before. The fingertips holding the cup slid slightly, and the thin needle hidden between the nails revealed a slight light. With her seemingly ordinary turning around, the needle tip had quietly disappeared. Aim at the person in front of you.

"After going out this trip, I finally made some progress."

The familiar voice contained a smile, Qin Lanshang took a closer look, and saw that the ox hair fine needle was lurking back obediently, she lifted the teapot and poured a full cup for the man, pushed the melon and fruit snacks over, and said pleasantly: "Grandfather , why are you here?"

The person opposite her was Shen Wuduan who should have lived in the Hundred Ghosts Sect for a long time.

The old master of Baiguimen changed his black clothes with dark patterns, and wore a brocade satin robe, holding a jasper smoke pot in his hand, his gray hair tied up in a crown, and even his normally straight back lowered a little. He looked like an ordinary wealthy old man.

However, Qin Lanshang could clearly see the tired look in his eyes.

It's a long way from Zhongdu to Xichuan, Shen Wuduan probably walked in a hurry for some reason, his brocade couldn't hide the travel and dust, his eyes were even darker.

Qin Lanshang never felt that her grandfather was getting old before. In her heart, no matter whether Shen Wuduan, Chu Xiwei or Sun Minfeng, they would never change and would always be as strong as before. is sharp.

She has been away from home for more than a month, she has experienced many things, and the things she can see in her eyes are no longer superficial. She suddenly had a sore nose, but she didn't cry or make a fuss. "If you want to go out for a walk, you should tell Lan Shang earlier. My uncle is not here now, otherwise we can still have three generations together."

Shen Wuduan took a sip of tea and sneered: "You and that sour scholar will not come back for more than a month, I, as a grandfather, will come and see, I'm afraid there will be four generations living under the same roof!"

Qin Lanshang's face was flushed. After all, she was still a young girl. No matter how coquettish and rude she was on weekdays, she would face outsiders and elders, and mention a man she had a crush on. After all, she still couldn't bear the shame, so she simply misled her: " Grandfather, what nonsense are you talking about? I haven't reached Ji yet, if you want to hold a grandson, you might as well ask uncle to work harder and bring a good boy back to raise with my aunt!"

Shen Wuyuan heard the words, and tapped his fingers on the table: "They are coming back soon."