Wulin Mysteries

Xiuyuan decided to name the fox "Dumb", and Ping An agreed, but the fox looked reluctant.

It didn't take a bite for half a day, and when Xiuyuan came to feed it, it pointed its butt at the little monk, wagging its tail in silent protest.

Ping An grabbed the fox's tail, and the little guy calmed down, licking his fingertips to express his grievance.

At night, Xiuyuan put the fox between him and Ping An, the little guy was very happy, and fell asleep on his back.

Xiuyuan looked at the sky full of stars, the night breeze was blowing, and he was refreshed. With a smile in his eyes, he touched Dumb's fur paws, then looked at Ping An and said, "Maybe we will be able to arrive in Ningbo tomorrow."

Nodding peacefully, both of them lay on their sides, facing each other, smiling at each other.

Ningbo was indeed very lively. As soon as we entered the city, we saw that all the inns had been taken over by the Damen Dapai, and there were one or two disciples in charge of guarding the inn gates. In Ningbo City, which famous sects participated in the martial arts conference.

The martial arts conference started in the mountains tens of miles outside Ningbo city. The majestic sky and earth gave people a sense of desolation and desertedness.

For the sake of fairness, each sect selects two disciples to participate in the competition, and adopts an elimination system. After the competition, the stronger one can stay and accept new challenges until no one wins. After consideration by several respected seniors, it is The best candidate for the new leader.

The conference was held for three consecutive days, and this is already the second day. I made inquiries from many sources, and when I arrived at Hero Peak, it was just at dusk on the western mountain, and a man in the distance was holding a long sword. Send Mo Yunheng, he has won three rounds in a row, and he is about to overshadow Qin Yuanxing, the eldest son of the Qin family.

"Let me meet you." There was a man with big eyebrows and a big mouth, holding a broad knife in his left hand and a long sword in his right hand, which was very strange.

Xiu Yuan and Ping An squeezed behind the crowd, he couldn't help saying:

"This man is tall and burly, so he can use these two weapons with different styles?"

A voice from the crowd said:

"Little master doesn't know something, but after reading it, he will understand."

It turned out that this man's swords and swords were all made by Jiang Yu, a master swordsmith. If they are used alone, they are not very powerful. If they are combined into one, one will fade away and the other will grow. The advantages and disadvantages of the sword and sword complement each other.

Qin Feng and the two sons of the Qin family sat in the distance to watch the battle. Qin Yuanxiu just watched quietly without speaking, but Qin Yuanxing said: "If Cheng Yaojin is killed halfway, it is still unclear whether Mo Yunheng can win." Hard to say."

Qin Feng lowered his head and took two sips of tea, then said in a deep voice:

"Just watch it. Tomorrow you go to the martial arts competition, so be more careful."

Qin Yuanxing said yes, and stopped talking.

I saw the man jumping up in the distance, although he was huge, his movements were very fast, and the sword was swung towards Mo Yunheng like lightning.

However, Mo Yunheng was not in a hurry, he used his sharp sword to block, while retreating again and again, it seemed that he was only defending but not attacking, it was hard to see the clue.

The man roared, and pointed the long sword in his right hand at Mo Yunheng's shoulder blade, but his left hand was not idle, the broadsword was very heavy, it parried his only sword, leaving Mo Yunheng nowhere to use his strength.

Unexpectedly, when Mo Yunheng put all his attention on the broadsword in his left hand, he clamped his sword with the index finger of his right hand and drew it calmly. The sword in the big man's hand was firmly grasped by him. own hands!

He turned pale with shock, and looked at Mo Yunheng again, with two swords in his hands, making wind and water arouse, he followed the man's example, cut off his back with his own sword in one hand, pierced his chest, and held the man in the other. His sword cut with his broadsword.

The man panicked and hurriedly said:

"I am inferior to others in my skills, and I am willing to quit. Please return the sword to me. The sword is ruthless, and it cannot withstand such slashing."

Mo Yunheng smiled, knowing that this man was reluctant to part with his own sword, so he took a step back and threw the sword back to him far away.

Xiu Yuan looked through the crowd for a while, and said to himself:

"I'm afraid today is the beginning of the martial arts conference. It has not yet reached the fierce point. How can the masters wither like this!" I also thought that in the Tianyi Sect, Wan Chongguang, who was in charge of intelligence, said that the southwestern side had been subdued by Lianhuasheng. Later, he sent another If people go to conquer Shu, probably Emei, Qingcheng, Tangmen, Diancang, and even the major sects including Wudang Shaolin will not come.No wonder today's martial arts conferences are mostly unknown figures. They have some martial arts foundation, but they can't be regarded as current masters.

Listening to him muttering to himself, Ping An just smiled.

Then Mo Yunheng easily defeated the big man. Originally, this was already the last match of the day. It was late and everyone had to walk more than ten miles to rush back to the inn to stay at the top and rest early.

But Mr. Qin couldn't sit still at this time, he got up, Qin Feng wanted to stop him but couldn't stop him, so he had to shout: "Go far, sit down!"

Qin Yuanxing has always listened to his father's words the most and dare not disobey, but today he is very abnormal: "Father, let me meet this young man Mo for a while."

Qin Feng originally wanted his son to fight tomorrow morning, but Qin Yuanxiu had already greeted Mo Yunheng from afar, and went up with bare hands.

"Mr. Qin doesn't pick a weapon?" Mo Yunheng kindly reminded, Qin Yuanxing sneered: "I don't need a sword, I can do it empty-handed, please feel free."

Mo Yunheng grabbed the hilt of the sword, pointing down, and cupped his fists at him.Qin Yuanxing touched the ground with his toes and jumped behind him.

"Xiu'er, look at your elder brother, how many chances do you have?"

Qin Yuanxiu looked carefully for a while, then smiled and said:

"Although the elder brother is eager to win, he will not go up without full confidence. In terms of moves, the two are evenly matched, but the elder brother has been practicing inner strength and mentality for a long time, with a deep foundation, and he will not lose."

Qin Feng shook his head:

"Your elder brother is young and energetic, and he will lose one day. Now he is just relying on the heroes of the world to make our Qin family a little bit."

Both of them stopped talking and concentrated on watching their contest.

Mo Yunheng's swordsmanship was fast and accurate. He pierced Qin Yuanxing's left chest with a sword, but he barely dodged it. The two of them jumped up together. , that sword suddenly turned into eight handles, scattered around Qin Yuanxing, dazzling, even those who were fighting on the sidelines couldn't tell which was the real sword and which was a deceitful trick to confuse people.

Qin Yuanxing had never fought against him, nor had he seen such a formation.He just defended and took the move, and didn't attack. After dodging a few times, he jumped to the side by the wind. The hit was right, and the palm of his hand hit his left chest, causing Mo Yunheng to take a big step back. The speed of his movement was shocking.Fortunately, the two only made friends through martial arts, Qin Yuanxing didn't use all his strength, Mo Yunheng was slightly injured, and he was helped away by his fellow apprentice after a little fist.

The crowd applauded, and it was getting late, and they all dispersed slowly.

Qin Yuanxiu and Xiu Yuan are separated by a distance of more than ten feet, and there are people all around, and the two have not seen each other for several years, even if he is standing in front of Qin Yuanxiu now, he may not recognize him.

Xiu Yuan deliberately called him to stop, recounted the past, told him about the disaster of destroying the family, and discussed countermeasures with him.But looking again, Qin Yuanxiu stood on the left of his father and elder brother, surrounded by heroes from all walks of life behind him, more than a dozen mighty people got on their horses, looking down on the heroes, they were really high-spirited.

Xiu Yuan and Ping An are both covered in dust, and they were mistaken for disciples of the Beggar Gang along the way, how embarrassing it would be.He watched Qin Yuanxiu lightly lift the reins, chatting and laughing with friends of similar age around him, and gradually passed away, he was relieved.

After all, he is not a stranger, when Xiu Yuan wants to get close to him, he is always hesitant and nervous.This is not Lingyin Temple, this is a world he is not familiar with.

Until everyone left, Ping An stared at him.

Only then did Xiu Yuan come back to his senses, smiled and said:

"Do you still want to use the sky as your quilt and the ground as your seat tonight?"

In fact, it was not easy for the two of them to live in the wilderness. There were a lot of mosquitoes near water sources and haystacks and trees. Sometimes Pingan picked big leaves to fan the edge and drive away mosquitoes for him, but he often ignored his head and tail.Xiu Yuan couldn't help laughing when he saw how focused and serious he was, so she had to persuade him to sleep together, and the itching would stop when he fell asleep.

Ping An reached out to touch his eyes, his expression didn't change much, but the corners of his lips moved slightly, bending into an arc of grievance, as if expressing his dissatisfaction. Just now, Xiu Yuan looked at the second son of Qin for a long time, and was distracted.

Of course Xiu Yuan didn't understand what he meant, he just thought he didn't want to spend the night in the wilderness again: "But we...even if we enter the city, we are penniless..."

At this moment, Xiu Yuan felt the fluffy feet, and felt itchy for a while, and then looked down, and the red-haired dumpling fox came out at some point, and hugged the little monk's legs, with a lazy and stupid look, maybe Already asleep.

The two originally played dumb fox in the woods, and they went to the Hero Peak not far away to watch the battle, but they didn't expect that dumb fox was tired of playing, so they came all the way to find him.

Xiu Yuan's heart softened, and he immediately lifted the hairball, held it in his hand, touched it twice, and found that it had something in its mouth.

He looked at Ping An, but the other party also looked blank.

Xiuyuan carefully stretched out his hand to the fox's mouth. It slept with its tongue out, opened its eyes, flicked its tail, and spit something into Xiuyuan's palm.

It turned out to be a piece of gold leaf!

Xiu Yuan was shocked, and handed it to Ping An to see. He knew that Dumb liked to sleep on soft leaves, but he didn't know that it had such ability.

The fox curled up its tail, shyly shrunk its body, with the tips of its ears touching Xiuyuan's wrist, and swayed its body blankly to rub against the little monk.

So that night, the two came to the inn in the city together, and finally had a decent meal.