Sealing Sword

In late autumn and near winter, even in the southwest mountains and forests, most of the vegetation has withered and withered. Even if there are still three points of greenness, it is just a little more tenacity to survive.

Although the mountains and rivers flowing down the cliff have not dried up, and they are no longer turbulent in summer, a bare, cold and hard boulder is exposed, unmoved by Feng Shui, as stubborn as the person sitting cross-legged on it.

The white-haired Taoist meditated on the stone, holding the flute with both hands and lowering his eyebrows, blowing slowly. The sound of the flute was not clear and distant, but it was as long as flowing water.

However, although the sound of the flute is good, the people struggling in the water don't have the heart to appreciate it at all.

There is a pool under the waterfall. Although the water surface is large, it is not too deep. It is surrounded by unknown flowers and plants. It was originally a good place for bathing. The place of Wu, so few people in Mizong Ridge come here.

At this moment, Bu Xueyao was standing in the water, and the icy cold spring water rushed down from a high place hit his body, causing pain to the bone, almost chilling to the bone marrow, his exposed skin was blue and white, but he couldn't move. Can't get out of this small pool.

Half a month ago, the calculation failed in Guyang City, and Li Feng fell into the hands of Hundred Ghosts with a broken arm and serious injuries. Bu Xueyao took advantage of the chaos and led people to escape back to Mizong Ridge. It's not as simple as Xueyao just received three nail bones in Xuanwu Hall.

He thought he had escaped, but before Bu Xueyao could think of a way to save her, Li Feng came back.

He didn't come back alone, but was controlled by the white-haired Taoist priest. The other party knocked and opened the door with the help of Qinglong Palace Master, passed eighteen checkpoints, and bluntly said that he wanted to see Bu Xueyao.

Even a mud bodhisattva would be angry if someone came to attack him, let alone Bu Xueyao, a "flying Rakshasa".

It's a pity that he didn't have time to use all kinds of methods, and saw that the man threw away Li Feng who was restrained by acupuncture, and arrived in front of him in the next moment, with one hand choking his neck, like choking a fragile flower stem.

For half her life, Bu Xueyao made all the heroes sigh with "Wangchenbu". She thought that her lightness kung fu was invincible, but she didn't expect that she was defeated by Ye Fusheng in the Broken Water Villa first, and now she fell into the opponent's hands in the first round.

He didn't dare to believe it, and he didn't want to believe it, but he couldn't help it.

Bu Xueyao often carried poison on his body, but this Taoist didn't know where it came from, even if he was stung by the Soul Scorpion, he didn't feel any abnormality, and he didn't even feel any pain. The hand that grabbed his throat tightened a bit, just said: "It seems that Pindao did not find the wrong person this time, let's take a step to talk."

The so-called taking a step means turning from the front mountain to the back cliff, to the place where the palace lord retreats.Right now, Wei Changyun, the master of the Xuanwu Palace, was out on errands, and Bu Xueyao was the only person who could make the decision in Mizong Ridge, but he was escorted here. His subordinates could only surround the cliff tightly, but they didn't dare to take a step beyond it.

The white-haired Taoist claimed to be Duanqing, but Bu Xueyao crushed the two words in his heart, and did not find any information about this person. There are only two possibilities, or this person is really an unborn hermit An expert, or he simply used a fake identity.

Duan Qing let go of him at this point, held a whisk in his hand, and asked coldly, "Where is Gu Xiao?"

Bu Xueyao had never heard of this name before, and frowned: "You Taoist priest is so unreasonable. My family has never heard of this person, so why ask?"

Duanqing glanced at him, and suddenly Fuchen made a move, sweeping out a phantom like a comet hitting the moon. Although Bu Xueyao retreated in time, his clothes were swept away by the strong wind. The knife wound through the chest.

"Where is the person who left you with this scar?"

Duanqing's tone was without fluctuation, as if he was talking about an unimportant person, Bu Xueyao couldn't see what was going on in his mind, and said: "If he is alive, so what? If he is dead, so what?"

Putting his arms together, Fuchen said clearly: "If he is alive, you lead the way; if he dies, you are buried with him."

Bu Xueyaosi and Ye Fusheng ruined his good deeds twice, and hated them for a long time, but now Duan Qing is aggressive, and even smiled angrily: "Okay, I will let you know...he is still alive, but It's not far from death! Since the Taoist priest misses him, why not go down and wait for him first!"

Before the words fell, Wangchen step was used to the extreme. In an instant, he deceived himself and approached him. His eyes were fixed, and his subordinates attacked seven times and defended four times. Passed by Duanqing.

Bu Xueyao's movements are extremely fast, her hands are as quick as Lue Feng's movements, and her moves are even more bizarre, with continuous moves, as nimble as a ghost.

But the more he fought, the more frightened he became.

Duanqing seems to have narrowly avoided his attack every time, but Bu Xueyao knew that he was confined in the battle circle, from the beginning when he forced him close, he couldn't get away now.

Duanqing evaded with his hands behind his back, his feet were like stepping on water and lingering waves without smoke and dust, but they were always turning and changing within two feet of his body. He stepped on the muddy ground after the rain to form a round circle, as if drawing the ground into a prison.

Although his movement is fast, he is not as good as Bu Xueyao, and he was able to stop him with one move just in time, which probably took the opportunity when Bu Xueyao was astonished by Li Feng.

It was only then that Bu Xueyao realized that he was startled by him and overestimated the other party's lightness skill, so he wanted to attack him first, but Duan Qing took this opportunity to drive his body rhythm, and arrested him In this small circle, it is difficult to use lightness skills to fly away.

When his thoughts were confused, his feet froze, his eyes froze, his feet staggered to separate the yin and yang, his right hand whisked around his neck and pulled him closer, and his left hand swiftly came out to seal the eight big acupuncture points on Bu Xueyao's body , put him under the cold spring.

From beginning to end, Duanqing only asked him one question repeatedly, which was the whereabouts of that person.

Bu Xueyao also refused to do what he wanted, she gritted her teeth and refused to speak.

But in this cold water, enduring the pain of stagnation of internal force in the meridians for three days and three nights, no matter how hard Bu Xueyao was, he couldn't bear it at this time.

A total of eight large acupoints on the front and back of the chest are restrained, and the internal force penetrating into the body is not overbearing, but tightly entangled, as long as he wants to move, he will feel stagnation in the meridians, coupled with the cold spring water, his whole body seems to be frozen generally.

Half of the mask covering his face was covered with frost, he finally couldn't hold it back, and he didn't have the strength to pretend to be soft, his teeth trembled a little when he spoke: "Taoist, what enmity do I have with you? Don't show mercy?"

Duanqing stopped playing the flute, lowered his gaze: "Where is he?"

"I don't know!" Bu Xueyao gritted her teeth, "Yes, I fought against him in Jinghan Pass, he was poisoned by me, I was stabbed by him, I thought he was dead, but in the end he was blocked in Guyang City My eyes!"

Duan Qing said: "Say it clearly, don't miss a single word."

Bu Xueyao told the story of Duanshui Villa in a voice of hatred, and said that he failed to chase and kill Ye Fusheng and Xie Li, and since then disappeared: "This is all I said, you don't care whether you believe it or not!"

Duanqing pondered for a moment, then suddenly got up and flew down the spring, grabbed Bu Xueyao by the shoulder with one hand, brought it out of the cold spring, and threw it on the grass.

He looked at Bu Xueyao, his eyes were still calm: "Do you have an antidote for his poison?"

Bu Xueyao sneered inwardly, without showing any emotion on her face, said: "Of course there are, but I didn't bring them with me, you put me back..."

"It's convenient to tell the medicine."

Bu Xueyao squinted her eyes, and opened her mouth with a list of medicine names and dosages, and she even explained the heat and adding water clearly.

There is nothing wrong with the combination of these medicines, but it is a pity that it is not the antidote for "Youmeng", but it will cause confusion. If Ye Fusheng really drinks it, he will go crazy and die soon.

Bu Xueyao was poisoned in his heart, but unexpectedly, Duan Qing was not fooled at all.

Although he hadn't entered the rivers and lakes for a long time, he had already inquired about Bu Xueyao from Li Feng on the way to Mizongling. Although he was also a stubborn person who refused to cooperate, he couldn't stand the Taoist leader's own means.

"Youmeng" has no antidote at all.

Duan Qing didn't believe it, so he asked this question, but after Bu Xueyao said this, he understood that there was really no antidote to this poison.

He doesn't know medicine, but he can read people. This kind of eyesight has been used since he first came out of the rivers and lakes. Over the years, he has only missed one time, and now he has perfected it.

As soon as Bu Xueyao opened his mouth, Duanqing could tell whether he was lying or not.

Yuxiao hung back on her waist, Duanqing squatted down suddenly, reached into Bu Xueyao's waistband with one hand, and found a small bottle wrapped in oiled paper, on which was written "Youmeng".

Bu Xueyao's pupils shrank, and Duanqing said in an unwavering voice: "Since this is the case, why don't you please try a medicine, if it works, there is no danger, and there will be no embarrassment at that time."

After he finished speaking, he grabbed Bu Xueyao's jaw with one hand, and was about to pour "Youmeng" into his mouth.

The toxicity of "Youmeng" is very difficult to deal with, quenching it on a needle can make Ye Fusheng on the verge of collapse at that time, let alone pouring this bottle into his mouth!

Bu Xueyao was shocked, and hurriedly said: "Stop! This, this...the prescription is fake, there is no antidote!"

Duanqing paused, and asked softly: "Is there no cure?"

Bu Xueyao felt chills down her spine, she just felt that this Taoist who looked like an exiled immortal was as terrifying as the palace master, but he kept his evil spirit under the flesh, and there was no clue on the outside. Heart and soul.

Bu Xueyao didn't dare to lie to him again, and said, "No... um!"

The lingering sound was broken in the throat, and when the medicine bottle was tipped, a small half of the medicine was poured into Bu Xueyao's mouth, and it was cleared a little on the throat, and she had to swallow it down.

Duanqing got up, looked at Bu Xueyao who was lying on the ground coughing and coughing, and said lightly: "There should be some in the future, as long as you are still alive."

After finishing speaking, he heard light footsteps from behind, Duan Qing turned his head, he was a man of medium build, over fifty years old, wearing a brown arrow-sleeved long gown, his temples were already white, his face was too ordinary, thrown into the crowd Can't find it in the pile.

Behind him is a broad heavy sword, which weighs more than a hundred catties, but the man is carrying it as light as nothing, and even the footprints are shallow, which shows the high internal strength of Qinggong.

Duanqing sized him up, and then said: "I haven't seen you for many years, but Dianzhu Wei is still in good health."

Wei Changyun, the master of the Xuanwu Palace, stays at Mizong Ridge all the year round, and is the person most trusted by the palace master He Lianyu in the Buried Soul Palace.

Wei Changyun is the oldest of the four palace masters, and now he was an altar master of Burial Soul Palace before Helian Yu ascended to the position of palace master. When talking about the past, no one in Mizong Ridge knows better than him.

When he saw the white-haired Taoist, Wei Changyun's pupils constricted for an instant. This man, who was always as immobile as a mountain and looked like a bastard tortoise, unexpectedly showed an expression of disbelief at this moment.

Wei Changyun lightly waved his hand behind his back, signaling the killers lurking around him to put down their bows and crossbows. He stood up alone, bowed his hands and saluted, "Daoist Duanqing... It's been a long time."

The Xuanwu Hall is the core of the Fourth Hall. I have never seen Wei Changyun so respectful to anyone other than the palace lord, not to mention his body trembling slightly when saluting.

Wei Changyun stood up straight, and took a look at Bu Xueyao: "The master of the Suzaku Palace is young and vigorous, if he offends the Taoist priest, please let the Taoist priest take it easy on my thin face."

"Since it was done by Palace Master Suzaku, Pindao has done it with him, and has nothing to do with Palace Master Wei." Duanqing bent over and was about to grab Bu Xueyao and leave, "It's inconvenient to bother me, please do me a favor."

"Why are you talking about convenience?" Wei Changyun sighed: "The Taoist priest wants to leave, Wei and these people have no ability to stay with these people, but the Taoist priest is a person who knows the etiquette, since he came here, why didn't he see our palace master? "

"Oh, it's a joke." Duan Qing curled his lips, but there was no smile, he looked past him to the vast mountain forest, and said: "If I don't want to see you, will you leave?"

In the shadows, a man in purple clothes with a silver face stepped on the dewy weeds from far to near, his body was unwashed from the wind and dust, which made him even more chilling.

Helian Yu actually came back.

From the northwest to the southwest, even a horse-drawn carriage would take nearly a month's journey, Helian Yu ran wildly all the way with his light kung fu and internal strength, and ran day and night to death two horses, and just rushed back to Mizong Ridge now.

Hurrying with such exhaustion, he almost lost his footing when he got off his horse, and his clothes were already soaked in sweat, but he stood up like a normal person, even put on a new clothes, and came here with Wei Changyun.

The face behind the mask was distorted with ecstasy, and a pair of abyss-like eyes protruded from the hole, wishing to set off a turbulent wave and drag Duan Qing into the bottomless darkness.

He Lianyu put one hand on Qianyuan at his waist, and his tone was as happy as a child who finally got his wish: "You are not dead after all... Duanqing, Daoist."