Sealing Sword

Ye Fusheng accompanied Xie Li to practice Qinggong for most of the day.

He chose a set of "clothes-sticking steps" from "Jinghong Jue", which means "thousands of rain are like threads, and the strands don't stick to clothes". It is simple and brisk, and it is most suitable for Xie Li's age.

This child is very talented, and he is determined to endure hardships. He has to practice every movement of Ye Fusheng several times to be familiar with it by heart, and carefully ponder every essential point, for fear of missing a word.

It wasn't until Xie Li was exhausted from practicing that Ye Fusheng estimated that he was almost done, so he caught him back, put him on his back without saying a word, and walked to the Ningmo Room which was the guest courtyard.

Miss Qin probably took Lu Mingyuan to chat with Shen Wudu. There was nothing else in the big courtyard except the nurse and the sweeping servants. Ye Fusheng settled Xie Li who had already fallen asleep, and when he left, he happened to meet Sun Minfeng.

Seeing Ye Fusheng, the ghost doctor rolled his eyes: "Young Master Ye, what a coincidence."

"It's a coincidence." Ye Fusheng leaned against the door and saw Sun Mifeng's money bag, "Mr. Sun is going out of the valley?"

Sun Minfeng smiled "hehe" and said, "I'm short of two boys who can help me. I heard from the patrolling 'wild ghost' that a child was betrayed in 'Huadeng Town' recently, so I plan to go and have a look."

Although it is not as smoky as it was in previous years, everything is waiting to be done. There are many families in remote villages and towns who cannot afford to eat. If they have more children and cannot support them, they have to give them away or sell them. It is a good place to go .

Not to mention, Ren Yazi always likes to buy children in this kind of place, and then sell them in prosperous places, the price can be increased a lot.

Huadeng Town is not very far from Dongming Valley, Ye Fusheng thought about it carefully, and said: "I also need to buy something, why don't we go together."

Sun Minfeng said: "OK, let's go."

When the two left the valley, there was already a carriage waiting, and Sun Minfeng pulled Ye Fusheng in together, and there were snacks on the small wooden table inside.

Ye Fusheng picked up a piece and ate it slowly, then suddenly asked: "Mr. Sun, you have been in Dongming Valley for more than ten years, right?"

"Yeah." Sun Minfeng added some medicinal powder into the teacup, and drank the strange thing that could be poison or medicine, "Why, do you want to inquire about something?"

Ye Fusheng hesitated for a moment, but got straight to the point: "I just want to ask Ah Yao... how did he enter the Hundred Ghosts Gate ten years ago?"

Sun Minfeng patted his thigh: "Hey, you are asking the right person. I was the one who brought him into the Valley of the Underworld back then."

Ye Fusheng was taken aback for a moment, and then he heard Sun Minfeng recall: "It's about this time, he was still a half-year-old boy, and he followed the refugees to Huadeng Town, where he was very ill. Bought him back."

"He..." Ye Fusheng couldn't help becoming nervous, and sat upright, "Why did he mix with refugees? What's wrong with him?"

"It's the epidemic. It's just that there is a lack of doctors and medicines, so it's miserable." Sun Mifeng paused, "I don't know how he got here. But he was very lucky. He survived more than half of the time after trying the medicine. It happened that Mrs. Qin came to see me for a month, and he took Mrs. Qin's hand and called his mother in a daze, and my wife asked him to leave because she was soft-hearted."

Ye Fusheng slowly breathed a sigh of relief, even though he saw that Chu Xiwei was living well now and heard these old things, he still couldn't help but feel anxious.

"The old sect master saw that he has a good foundation and a foundation in martial arts, coupled with his wife's blue eyes, he became an apprentice, but... heh, in the Hundred Ghosts Sect back then, the old sect master was not the only one of his apprentices."

Ye Fusheng knew the succession conditions of the head of the Hundred Ghosts Sect, so he secretly clenched his fists.

"In the beginning, we didn't expect that the weakest person in the group would actually be the final winner." Sun Minfeng tapped the table with one hand, interested, "He is very ambitious and hates a system like the Hundred Ghosts Gate." , but didn't intend to escape, but wanted to change, which was in line with the old sect master's thoughts, so he accepted him as his adopted son, treated him as his own, and taught him carefully... In the past two years, he gradually delegated power and abdicated, and only then did he have what he is today. Master Truman."

Ye Fusheng's fist tightened and then loosened: "It sounds like the ghost doctor appreciates him?"

"You're wrong, I'm afraid of him." Sun Minfeng laughed, "He's usually easy to get along with, but when he gets angry... he's more terrifying than all the evil spirits in the Hundred Ghosts Sect."

Ye Fusheng blinked, and joked: "When you say that, I suddenly panic."

Sun Mifeng let out a "tss": "Why are you panicking? Are you afraid that he will eat you?"

Ye Fusheng trembled inexplicably when he heard the accent of the word "eat", and said: "I'm afraid... I can't help but beat him up."

Sun Minfeng: "..."

He said "Oh" expressionlessly, lifted the curtain of the car to look out, and said in his heart: "Master, the thousand-year-old elm has become fine, and this subordinate can only help here."

The carriage drove all the way to Huadeng Town, and as soon as he entered the street, Sun Mifeng disappeared, leaving only a sentence "See you here at three o'clock during the garrison time", and rushed into the bustling crowd.

This town is not big, Ye Fusheng walks and looks around by himself, all he sees are rough things, finally he sees a jewelry stall, although they are all flower hairpins and ceramic hairpin rings, but they look exquisite and very Some ingenuity.

Ye Fusheng thought of Chu Xiwei's black hair that was always loose on his back, so he stopped in front of the stall, looked left and right for a while, he was more careful than when he went undercover in Zuichunlou and had to please the oiran, and finally chose a hairpin.

The hairpin is men's, carved out of celadon, only a crane's head is unscrewed from the top, with a small white bead in its mouth, just stuck between the upper and lower jaw, stable and slightly dewy.

The more Ye Fusheng watched, the more he liked it, and happily paid the bill, he suddenly felt a gaze, turned his head to look, but it was a girl he didn't know staring at him... the hairpin in his hand.

He coughed lightly, put away the hairpin, and then said: "What's your job, girl?"

The girl came back to her senses, a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, but I also took a fancy to this item just now, but unfortunately I didn't bring any money. I went home to pick it up, but found that the young master had already chosen it."

Ye Fusheng heard the meaning of her words, and said: "Gifts that are given to others cannot be transferred. There are still some good things here. You might as well take a look at them more, and you will definitely find something suitable for your eyes again."

Fortunately, this girl is not difficult to deal with, said: "Buying and selling things is based on fate, the transaction is completed, it should be the son's fate."

Ye Fusheng was inexplicably happy, and asked a lot: "Is the girl going to give it to you?"

People in Zhongdu are open-minded, and his words are not rude, but the girl smiled, shook her head and said: "That's not the case, it's just that yesterday I went to the mountain to collect medicine and fell down, and was rescued by a passing benefactor. Just answer."

The girl finally chose a hairband embroidered with bamboo leaves under his suggestion. The two talked speculatively, and they arrived at the inn where the so-called benefactor stayed.

Along the way, Ye Fusheng could see that this girl actually had some feelings of admiration for Ai, but he didn't dare to say it clearly. He thought about the time and decided to be a temporary matchmaker.

If it succeeds, everyone will be happy, and if it fails, the girl will give up early.

Seeing the girl walking around in front of the door but not daring to call anyone, Ye Fusheng laughed secretly, raised his hand and knocked on the door, imitating the tone of a little lady: "Guest officer, are you lonely?"

"..." The girl was so frightened that she almost dropped her hair tie.

Ye Fusheng pushed the door open, no one was inside, and the quilt was neatly folded, as if someone had slept in it, the cup of tea on the table remained untouched, only the clothes hanging on the screen A wet coat suggests that the tenants here are only going out temporarily.

He glanced at the clothes, but it was just an ordinary smock, and he presumably was a person who traveled a long way.

The girl didn't hold him back for a while, and said nervously: "He's not here, so let's come in without permission, isn't it good!"

"No, I didn't step in with one foot on the threshold."

girl:"……"

Ye Fusheng didn't turn his head back, and said earnestly: "Girl, although you are not very old, there are few good men these days, don't care if you can succeed in the end, you will find out after a try...Although you are only [-] years old this year, you will be able to do it again." In two years, other people's children will be playing soy sauce, are you envious?"

The girl was dumbfounded, probably she had never seen such a wonderful flower with a strong character, and she was blinded with a good face.

Ye Fusheng said: "But the words are good. That 'Ning Que Wu Lan' can't keep up with the brute-faced and animal-minded people who blinded me for a lifetime. Today, brother has hit it off with you, and I will help you see if this is a real hero or a hypocrite. If it’s a good one, don’t let it go; if it’s a bad one, don’t let it go, take care of him, how many innocent girls are happy?”

Girl: "My lord...don't talk..."

Ye Fusheng: "Am I not right?"

A faint voice suddenly sounded from behind, so calm that there was no ups and downs, but it was inexplicably creepy: "That's right."

Only then did Ye Fusheng realize that there was someone behind him, and he immediately turned around: "You..."

The person behind is the Taoist priest dressed in black and white robes, with sparse eyebrows and cold eyes, white hair like snow, and frosty complexion.

"I haven't seen you for many years..." Duan Qing looked at his suddenly widening eyes quietly, "You've learned a lot, Gu Xiao."

Ye Fusheng knelt down on the spot.