Fairy strokes my top

The withered voice stopped, and Master Jialan opened his eyes. He flicked his fingers lightly. In an instant, Jialan seemed to have returned to his youthful appearance four or fifty years ago.

Yu Xuanji looked at the person who lived and returned: "These, what the master said, I must have something in my mind, but what I want to ask today is not this, the master may help me solve it, but for myself, The less knots in the heart, the more suffering may be, I can escape it, I can’t escape it, I don’t want to forget it.”

"Master probably doesn't know. In the hall just now, looking at the majesty of the treasure, what I thought was not good or good, but that the Tao is one foot tall and the devil is one foot tall, even if the Tao is three hundred feet taller than me." Yu Xuanji paused for a while. , "As for coming to see the master, yes, but I have a question."

Master Galan remained calm.

Yu Xuanji said: "But I have a question, where is Sister Nansang? Master Jialan, her name is Sunan Sang."

Master Jialan said slowly: "The benefactor, Lianjia... can kill the Zen temple, so there will be a poor monk to explain?"

"To be honest, I'm not full of food. I came here to kill a few monks, but the young monks in your temple were very cold and eager to kill me. I didn't expect that I would also have a grudge on this three-point land. , but since he is sincerely looking for the master, he can only risk his life to accompany the gentleman."

Master Jialan nodded and said, "That's about the younger generation and the benefactor, it has nothing to do with the poor monk, but since the benefactor doesn't have any advice to listen to the poor monk, he just came to ask people, if he can't ask, why bother this trip?" come?"

"I heard the name of the master on the road, so I wondered if it was fate that I should have an encounter with you, the master." Yu Xuanji laughed it off, "If the master doesn't want to talk about it, just treat it as me coming to the master for a drink. Drink, listen." Yu Xuanji asked Xuan Cheng for a drink with a light expression on his face.

Xuancheng then went to find the fire and went with the warm wine.

Galan offered him his own tea on the table: "Can the poor monk ask, who is this person from you?"

With five fingers together, Yu Xuanji tapped on the table, his brows blurred, dazed for a while, and finally scraped off the snow-white body of the cup, trying to believe in this Jialan, and then only heard Yu Xuanji's upper and lower lips and teeth: "Nan Sang, it's mine. wife."

Master Jialan stared at him, and looked at Yu Xuanji with a smile on his lips, but he was cold and calm. He sighed silently: "The benefactor has heard that you can't get it in the past, you can't get it now, and you can't get it in the future."

The string of Buddhist beads in Master Jialan's hand was slowly put down, and the knots of Buddhist beads woven on it were complicated and difficult to untie. Yu Xuanji squinted at it, his eyelashes fluttered down, and rubbed his eyes between dreaming and waking up.

"Such words really don't sound very nice, even hateful." Yu Xuanji clenched the cup wall tightly, and he shook his head, "The person I'm looking for you is not like me, she is a person who makes people feel distressed. 'good guys'."

Galan bent down to light another joss stick, and the candle flame rose: "You said she seemed very comfortable."

Yu Xuanji laughed at himself unabashedly: "It's very comfortable to talk about her."

Back in time, Yu Xuanji stood up and was unable to make a sound.

Crazy, frightened, fighting, unavoidable, hissing and shouting, tears and blood mixed together, turning into dust and smoke, turning into blood mist, staining the sky, unknowingly merged into a painting that belongs to the most beautiful scene in this early morning. Weird pattern, below are all sects who are red-eyed, they will go up with the knife, and they will never die.

But at this moment, Yu Xuanji is a sharp knife, so he doesn't need to be careful.

I don't know how long the fierce battle has been, he watched Quan Chanbing stepping up the stone steps step by step, his sleeve robe waving away the bloody man.

Yu Xuanji raised his eyelids, collected himself, stood up from the squatting position, took his hands away from the waist of the motionless corpse lying on the ground, slid the dark-patterned lower garment backwards, and turned the epee from his left hand to his right, He stood in the middle of them.

The figures around him were uprooted and landed heavily, slashing and slashing, the sword energy was so fast that it was invisible, the cold air bypassed his calf bones, like a gangrene attached to the bone, at his feet, a woman had a mournful face, crying to the sky, Yu Xuanji Shaking his head slightly, he put his hands behind his back convulsively.

Yu Xuanji said to Jialan with a half-smile: "And then, there is a mahogany sword piercing through the chest..."

"Under the tall jacaranda, he was expressionless, unmoved, and didn't even froze for a moment."

Back then, Yu Xuanji thought, at that time, that person came up, it really seemed like a gentle lie.

On both sides of the steps is the bleak evening, the heroic purple rain.

Starting from both sides of the steps, from top to bottom, there are jacarandas planted, and the big trees occupy half of the sky unsatisfied, starting from the most side and ending above Quan Chanbing's head.

Yu Xuanji blocked the wound on his chest with his hand to prevent the blood from flowing out.

In the brown pupils, the images were broken, and he tried his best to piece them together in his mind. After a long time, the blood dripping from his hands dried up.

Sister Su Lansang said to him: "The jacarandas are blooming, and they are all over the ground. Remember to take an umbrella."

Yu Xuanji shook his head vigorously, patted his forehead heavily, narrowed his eyes, and some mysterious portraits ran out again.

Su Lansang lightly placed the umbrella on top of his head, and wrapped his arms around his face. Yu Xuanji dodged and wanted to poke his head out of the umbrella to see the vision, but Su Nansang quickly followed him.

There was a flash of thunder, and the small blue flowers on the tree were suddenly illuminated clearly, and the wind blew up, and those small flowers swayed. At that moment, this scene was indeed very attractive in his eyes.

Yu Xuanji was crying and laughing as he grasped his five fingers tightly, his phalanx was thin, the clothes on his chest were wrinkled and uneven, his eyes were clotted with red blood, from his forehead to his neck on both sides, there were red and blue blood vessels all over. A fine mist of sweat poured out from the gullies in the shoulder sockets.

In fact, he doesn't like to make himself feel the pain, the pain is endless.

But the more he looked at the steps below, the more he felt that the pain was just right. Sometimes he was surprised how could such a desolate flower not be beautiful?

Jacaranda.

Lan Sang said, people who wait in despair.

Yu Xuanji was on the verge of falling, and he fixed his eyes on Quan Chanbing. Both he and Sunan Sang had waited for this man in despair.

***

Before Hong Zhong, Yu Xuanji confronted Quan Chanbing.

"Master, do you still remember that when you have not worshiped at your knees, you asked me a question, what is good and evil?"

When he was young, Yu Xuanji smiled and asked: "Master, what is the real good and evil?"

Before Quan Chanbing could recall, Yu Xuanji took it over and said, "Why do you repay virtue, repay virtue with virtue, why complain, complain straight."

"As long as you don't hurt innocent people, you have good intentions. If someone stabs me with a sword and I stab back fairly, is this considered good? Every ordinary person despises evil, but just because he is an ordinary person, If you happen to be this ordinary person, you will not be reconciled, you didn’t kill everyone in this world.” Yu Xuanji pointed to himself, and swallowed with a mouthful of blood in his throat, “Master also told me that it’s okay if you don’t hurt the world or the reason. Kindness, so I asked at the time, isn’t this unsolvable, if someone stabs me with a sword, and I stab back fairly, doesn’t it mean that this is not equal fairness and justice.”

A middle-aged man from the gentry struggled to keep his retreat with both feet, and stabbed Yu Xuanji fiercely with his eyes like the blade of a sword: "Yu Xuanji, I really don't know the story of your dead wife. What you have done today is really against the sect's instruction, although the suzerain and your mother..."

Yu Xuanji ignored this uncle who had no impression: "Master, that's why I thought, just like no snowflake is innocent in an avalanche, since they are all guilty, there are only two choices, save them and kill me, or they die. I'm alive." Yu Xuanji's eyes shifted from one face to another, and he thought seriously, "Saving ten people and killing one, and saving one person kills ten people, so I thought of a way, those 11 people died together, Isn't it unresolved?"

! !

A junior dressed elegantly and coquettishly was shocked, and he quickly turned the tip of his sword to wait: "Yu Xuanji, I never expected that after only two months, your killing heart has become so serious, you want us to accompany you today!" Did you die here, not to mention whether you can do it, it is shameless to say it so openly with such intentions! Yu Xuanji, you slaughtered your compatriots like this, and turned your brother with a sword, you should know that today you raise the sword in your hand, This move is no different from betraying the sect, won't you regret it?!"

Yu Xuanji retreated and leaned against the cold wall. He glanced at the white clothes who questioned him indifferently, and sighed, "If I regret it, do I have to come to the door with Sister Nansang's head in my hand? You kowtow to apologize?" Yu Xuanji tapped the hilt of his sword lightly, "About scriptures and disobedience to human relations, when these people were upright and instigated the persecution of Sunan Sang, were you blind! At that time, if you didn't stand up and object, you would set fire to one of them. When you were a baby, you didn't object, asking if the fairy sword came to take your life, did you object?"

The young man's brows trembled wildly: "Ask the immortal sword? You have killed so much, why ask the immortal?"

"Ask immortals, but also ask love. Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha's heart remains. It doesn't matter how much blood has been stained. Ask immortals, ask about the way to death, and ask about the kindness of the world." Yu Xuanji put his head on the sword, his brows were dark, Intoxicated eyes.

"Absurd! Yu Xuanji, from your point of view, how fair are those people who have been injured by Wenxian? It's not logical! This old man has never heard of such a statement!"

Yu Xuanji held the sword with one hand, and leaned forward with the other half of his body, without raising his eyelids, he said with a cold smile, "Maybe, the logic of helping evildoers is your logic, and the reality is my logic, you know why Is it? Because reality doesn’t need any logic at all.”

The voice was about to fall, and everyone immediately understood that any more talking would be nonsense, so would they continue to listen to Yu Xuanji's scalp-numbing nonsense? !Just start it!

"So is Master planning to fight today?" Yu Xuanji said, looking at the end of the steps, it was Quan Chanbing, "Tonight's battle must be to end quickly, in fact, for Master, or for you, You only need to answer one question clearly and you are done, not killing people, but saving people. In other words, Master, are you saving me, or are you saving them?"

"Yu Xuanji! Nonsense! Nonsense!"

Without waiting for another half word, Yu Xuanji suddenly turned his gaze to the person who interrupted. He raised his arm and raised the black sword with the other hand, and the majestic sword energy directly hit the person's temple: "Since you are so noisy , then one of the 11 people, let’s take you first.”