Sealing Sword

When Chu Xiwei and Ye Fusheng left the courtyard, it was already dark.

There are no more living people left in the room, but Ye Fusheng's body is cold now, but the temperature is almost the same as that of the dead.

He looked at Chu Xiwei, as if looking at someone he didn't know.

After nearly two hours of interrogation, the man refused to accept softness and temptation, and even faced Chu Xiwei's soul-hunting technique, he was able to goug out his eyes and refused to utter a word.

Ye Fusheng has been around for ten years, and he has seen a lot of insidious things in the criminal law. He has also used a knife to give Ling Chi punishment to criminals and traitors. It has long been commonplace to eat a pile of rotten meat.

But Chu Xiwei's method just now was not inferior to him at all.

Chu Xiwei broke the man's legs, and slowly crushed the ten fingers of his hands with his fingers. His internal power is overbearing and treacherous, and can smash the human bones to pieces through flesh and blood, but there is no scar on the surface, but the flesh has softened into a puddle mud.

From his fingers to his arms, the man didn't say anything, and he asked patiently, over and over again, tirelessly, making mistakes or not answering, crushing a piece of his bones, turning a person into a flesh and blood mud.

Until he finally got the answer he wanted, that person was crushed by his spine and freed as he wished.

From the beginning to the end, Chu Xiwei didn't look at Ye Fusheng, and Ye Fusheng couldn't say a word.

He still remembers that cowardly and well-behaved child back then, a descendant of the royal family who held the power of life and death, not to mention beating and killing palace officials, he would not even say harsh words on weekdays, most of the time it was just a little arrogant Temperament, but also very measured, never do things that torture people.

Since the reunion, Chu Xiwei's behavior in front of him has been the same as before. She is known for her arrogant temper, and her sharp mouth and bean curd heart seem to have not changed. She dispelled the deep shadow in Ye Fusheng's heart, and it was not until just now that it was triggered. , entangled into an inextricable knot.

The question that Ye Fusheng had deliberately kept him from thinking about, finally came to the fore—how did Chu Xiwei get here in the past ten years?How on earth did he change from an innocent young boy to the master of a hundred ghosts in the rivers and lakes?

"How did I get here? Of course, I survived day by day."

Ye Fusheng was startled, and then realized that he was too engrossed in his thoughts, and asked unconsciously. Chu Xiwei, who was two steps ahead of him, stopped and turned to look at him quietly, chewing and smiling at the corner of his mouth. Like a debt collector, he said coldly and sarcastically, "Every day is like a year, and I finally climbed up to this position step by step."

He didn't say much, but Ye Fusheng could think of a lot based on these few words.

The Hundred Ghosts Sect has been handed down for nearly a hundred years, and the masters of the past dynasties have almost never died well. They either died of grievances in the rivers and lakes, or died of internal struggles in the sect, because it is not a family inherited by blood, and it is not a famous sect that pays attention to benevolence, justice, propriety and wisdom. If a "ghost" wants to occupy a high position, he has to crawl from the bottom of hell, stepping on mountains of knives, sea of ​​fire, bones and flesh, until he climbs back to the human world and steps on top of all ghosts.

He has also heard that each generation of the Hundred Ghosts Sect has no special designation, and anyone who is capable and interested can live in it. Through cruel killings, ten young Sect Masters will be determined, and then the old Sect Master will assign tasks to let Ten of them competed to complete it, and the final winner was the main one. They killed each other like raising Gu, and escaped death.

Ye Fusheng wanted to say something, but he opened and closed his mouth, and in the end he only uttered a dishonorable sentence: "You... I remember, you couldn't even hold a bigger knife back then."

Chu Xiwei turned around, he was already taller than Ye Fusheng, and when he approached, he felt oppressive, which made Ye Fusheng take a step back unconsciously.

Seeing him retreat, Chu Xiwei's sarcasm disappeared, and the corners of her mouth slowly fell back into a sharp line, saying: "Yes, the disciple was ineffective back then, and today is thanks to the master."

These words are like a rusty knife, tearing the flesh and inserting into the ribs, piercing through the beating heart, the rust tearing the old wound, mottled with new blood, making Ye Fusheng's whole body feel pain everywhere.

After a while, he twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "Thanks to me... Heh, I really... deserve it."

He was laughing, which was uglier than a ghost.Chu Xiwei suppressed the roiling emotions in her chest, stared at this instantly pale face and wanted to say something, but didn't know what else to say, stretched out her hand to give him a hand, but suddenly remembered something, took out a handkerchief The child wiped his hands indiscriminately.

Chu Xiwei killed someone just now, although he was not stained with blood, he always felt that his hands were dirty and he could not touch others, let alone Ye Fusheng.

He was flustered, and the movement of wiping his hands was lost, and almost broke his nails. Ye Fusheng was pulled back to his thoughts by his movement, and the smile on his face suddenly softened.

... This distraught look is still the same as back then, no, it's even more awkward than back then.

The conflict just now was discarded by the two together, Ye Fusheng pulled the veil, wiped the sweat off his face indifferently, and said with a smile: "Give me the fine silk."

Chu Xi glanced at him slightly, snorted coldly, turned and left.

Ye Fusheng folded the silk handkerchief into small cubes, stuffed it into the skirt of his clothes, followed quickly, and asked, "What do you think of the current situation?"

"Burning Soul Palace, you really don't have to worry about too much debt, and you can get involved in anything, and this time it broke ground on the court." Chu Xiwei said lightly, "Killing the shadow guards, pretending to be the envoy of the emperor, and robbing the south. Confucianism, the court will never let it go this time."

Hearing this, Ye Fusheng came back to his senses: "But right now, the imperial court doesn't know that they did it, and we have no evidence."

"He said two days ago that a hundred ghosts broke into here, one was killed, and one girl ran away, so it should be Lan Shang." Chu Xiwei was thoughtful, "With Lan Shang's temperament, he will definitely not let it go, There is no sub-helm of the Hundred Ghosts Gate nearby, she should be able to catch up by herself, and now there is a high probability that something happened."

"She is a little girl, not a threat, and she has a good status. As long as the people in Buried Soul Palace are not as stupid as grandma's house, they will not rush to kill her. Instead, they will take advantage of the Hundred Ghosts Sect first." After a pause, Ye Fusheng said again, "According to what I just said, both Ruan Feiyu and Lu Mingyuan have been taken away. For Burying Soul Palace, Ruan Feiyu's identity is sensitive and extremely important, but Lu Mingyuan is dispensable. They keep this His life must have been threatened by using Ruan Feiyu's lover's heart to force him to agree to something, but the thing that can make the most of Ruan Feiyu's use is only one thing."

Chu Xiwei frowned: "New law."

The new law proposed by Ruan Feiyu mainly falls on taxation, imperial examination and hereditary inheritance. Among them, the imperial examination system has been implemented for ten years. There is a faint tendency to fight against the old school, which makes the reform of the new law gradually heated up.

The old law treated people's farmland harshly, and the tax burden was extremely heavy, but it opened the door to officials' land; and the hereditary system was the way for the old school to inherit interests. Those who have no merit will be demoted to rank and post, and those who have done it will be punished twice.

These three are all of great importance, and for many people, they all hurt their fundamental vital points.

"Ruan Feiyu has far-sighted vision and high ambition, but he has blocked the way of too many people. For a while, we can't guess who is going to dig a hole for him." Ye Fusheng sighed, " what's your plan?"

Chu Xi sneered slightly: "The matter of the court has nothing to do with me, I just want to find Lan Chang."

Ye Fusheng was knowledgeable and interesting, and said: "It's a pity that that person is just an abandoned child who was left behind, and he doesn't know where they are going. They won't bring the hot potato back to Mizong Ridge, but the world is so big, but It's too hard to find."

"It's only two days, and I'm burdened again, so I can't go far."

"They took the hostages, so they probably wouldn't take the streets and the main roads at the checkpoints. They probably took a detour through the mountains." Ye Fusheng thought for a while, "We might as well buy some water and food, and ask the locals to find out about the nearby mountain roads, so we can follow them up." go up."

Chu Xi nodded slightly, but it was getting late now, and the few shops were closed one after another. The two of them walked a long street from the beginning to the end, only to see an old man closing his shop at the intersection.

What he sold were some steamed buns and poorly made pastries, which were not very pleasing to the eye, so he did not sell much in a day, and while wrapping up his tattered jackets, he tremblingly tidied them up.

Next to it was a table with a plate of cold steamed buns and a bowl of half-drunk corn porridge. A man sat by the table. He looked about the same age as Ye Fusheng, and his black hair was loosely tied around his head. Later, wearing a heavy purple gown with light belt and wide sleeves, he looks like a famous scholar, bowing his head and painting.

Chu Xiwei stared at the steamed buns and cakes, frowning into a Sichuan character, obviously disgusted, but she didn't say anything about her pickiness, picked up a pair of clean chopsticks and looked at the food that was barely pleasing to the eye.Ye Fusheng shook his head at this unrepentant arrogant temper, and simply looked at the man's painting.

When he saw this, he couldn't look away.

There is a flower in the painting, which is in full bloom, and is as red as blood, but unfortunately there is only half of it, as if the other part was torn apart by a person who destroyed the flower with his hands.

But it is still a very beautiful flower, not gaudy because it is too rich, nor faded because it is broken, with a life-like beauty.

However, such a vibrant safflower bloomed between the fingers of withered bones.

The background of the whole painting is the battlefield at sunset, with ruined walls, broken halberds and broken knives, with strong sadness and cruelty.However, on the scorched earth, there is a white bone sitting leaning against a stone. Many parts of its body are in disarray, and between the only intact right finger bones, there is this broken flower, which is red and white, which is extremely coquettish.

"When he died, he must have been smiling." Ye Fusheng said.

The man's brush paused, and he looked over with great interest, only then did Ye Fusheng realize that this man was very well-groomed, with sword-shaped eyebrows and star-eyed eyes, just like the mask painted on, with a light but thick appearance, extremely elegant and demonic.

He raised the corners of his lips and smiled slightly: "Oh?"