Rebirth for the good

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Although Daohui behind him knew that Lu Shangming couldn't see him, he still nodded sharply at his back, caught up and said, "Yes, I am willing to die." But when I met it, I really understood the word "persistence".

Lu Shangming's footsteps faltered, and he thought to himself: "If you really have feelings for me, you shouldn't blame me." He turned his heart and said: "From now on, I will pass on the authentic heart of your school. You have Shaolin The internal strength is basic, after practice, the strength will be multiplied, and there should be only a handful of people in this world who can surpass you."

"This mental method is called..." Lu Shangming was about to give up this idea for a moment, but he finally became cruel, "'Eight Desolation Heart Sutra'."

The Eight Desolation Heart Sutra is domineering in internal power, Lu Shangming knows that the day when the Hui martial arts is perfect is the time when the meridians will go retrograde and he will die, but how does he know the secret behind Nangong Yu, if he had any scruples before, he has decided to use the Eight Desolation Heart Sutra now The professor actually made the determination for the two to go to hell together.

Seeing Lu Shangming's ugly face, Daohui thought that he caused the trouble, and said involuntarily, "Don't hesitate to pass on the formula to me, I will definitely live up to the painstaking efforts of the benefactor."

Lu Shangming pretended to be nonchalant, and forced a smile: "That's good, as long as you can make Liuhe Sacred Religion correct, the Buddha will forgive you."

At this moment, Daohui still remembered the Shaolin Temple agreement between master and benefactor Lu, and said with a smile: "Master, the old man will not make things difficult for benefactor Lu again."

Lu Shangming wanted to take the opportunity to learn the martial arts of Shaolin Temple, and he couldn't help thinking: "I will die in twenty days, and it is a pity that I can't fight with Shaolin Abbot."

The two of them walked for a while, only to see people gradually coming in from outside the city, maybe they dared to come back after seeing Wanyan Xincun leave, Lu Shangming sighed: "There is a reason for the Jin people to keep going south, why are these people in the world willing to risk their lives Going to the battlefield to fight, only thinking about how to become famous in one battle, and not really taking the country to heart."

Daohui felt depressed when she heard the words, "Miss Hong is really sincere. If I hadn't been obsessed with the rules of the school, I would have wanted to have a fight with the Jinren."

Lu Shangming said: "Life is alive, but it's too late, just want to be clear of your heart." On the one hand, he wanted to explain to Daohui, but more importantly, he wanted to strengthen his determination to take revenge.

Daohui was in a catastrophe today, and his mind hadn't recovered, and he didn't think about it, so he nodded indiscriminately, and then heard Lu Shangming say: "Then Nangong Yu reminded me of one thing, as long as you find the Heavenly King Lingqi, teach the elders Then you have to obey me again, and Murong Xian will be a real puppet by then!"

Daohui saw the two forked roads outside the city gate, and asked, "Where is the Heavenly King Commander's Flag now? Also, where are we going?"

Lu Shangming shook his head first, and then said two words: "Chuzhou."

Chuzhou is located on Huainan East Road, adjacent to Haizhou and Yangzhou. It can be said to be an important place where the Song and Jin Dynasties fought, and the Liuhe Shengjiao General Altar is located in this city. Lu Shangming knew that time was running out, so he went to meet Murong Xian fights to the death is the only chance for revenge.

It is said that Lu Shangming and Daohui rode together on the same horse for seven days. Perhaps the end was approaching, and he had no scruples. During these few days, he and Daohui comforted each other with hand and mouth every day. The beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River can be said to be full of endless spring.

On this day, the two of them finally entered the boundary of Chuzhou City when they arrived at the city of Shanyang. Dao Hui had already memorized the fragments of the Heart Sutra of the Eight Desolation by now, and her inner strength had improved greatly without realizing it. Fortunately, Lu Shangming was there With the help from others, there is no backlash, and his eyesight and ears are several times more sensitive than before, and he can immediately distinguish any trouble.

"Someone is coming this way," Dao Hui said suddenly, "There are a lot of people."

Seeing that he was quite different from the young monk who didn't know martial arts back then, Lu Shangming felt very relieved and said with a smile, "Then do you know who they are?"

Daohui's eyes widened, and he wondered: "According to our estimates, those people are more than a mile away. Could it be that Master Lu can see things so far away?"

Lu Shangming laughed and said, "Of course it's impossible, but if you think about it, the sound of footsteps and panting sounds are very different due to the level of martial arts of the passers-by. As long as you distinguish calmly, the identity of the person who came is clear."

Although Daohui has made great progress in martial arts at this time, he still has only a half-knowledge about the use of internal force. Now that he heard Lu Shangming talk about it, he suddenly realized it. The breath is weak and intermittent, it must be the common people, but their steps are slower than ordinary people, they should be refugees fleeing from the north."

Lu Shangming said: "We also heard along the way that the Emperor of Song Dynasty launched the Northern Expedition. At this time, the war in the north is stalemate. It is not surprising that a large number of refugees are going south."

He slowed down the speed of the horse, and saw that the gate of Shanyang City was closed tightly, and many people were crowding at the gate, among them were refugees in ragged clothes, crying and fighting for the ground in front of the gate, but the guards The soldiers at the city gate remained unmoved, and had no intention of opening the city gate at all.

Lu Shangming raised his head, the gate of the city was heavily guarded, besides Song Bing, there were many people from Jianghu dressed in hard attire, and from their attire, they should all be members of the Liuhe Sacred Sect.

It's just that the main altar of the Liuhe Holy Cult is still some distance away from here. Why are so many people guarded here?Lu Shangming was wondering, when he heard Dao Hui whispering beside him, "These are all masters."

Lu Shangming nodded and said, "I'm afraid this is the situation in Chuzhou City. It is definitely not possible to take a detour." After thinking for a while, he suddenly asked, "About how many people are there in that team just now?"

Daohui thought for a while and replied: "There are about 100 people."

Lu Shangming jumped off his horse and said, "Come on, let's go and have a look." He then turned around and walked towards the refugee team.

Daohui held the rein in his hand and shouted, "What about this horse?"

"No more," Lu Shangming didn't turn his head back, "Have you ever seen refugees riding horses?"

Lu Shangming and Daohui walked for half a cup of tea, and suddenly noticed that the team seemed to have stopped. He was afraid that something might happen, so he hurried away.

The two of them had just turned over a small hill, and they saw a few refugees sitting scattered on the ground, some of them simply fell asleep on the ground, and then walked a few steps forward. Then I saw more people forming a group, as if some accident had happened, and the noise was endless.

Daohui was about to go forward, but was stopped by Lu Shangming. Lu Shangming took out a few copper coins from his pocket and handed them to a refugee, "Do you still have any clothes? Sell me two."

The refugee had never seen the young master come to buy tattered clothes. Afraid that the young master would repent, he hurriedly hid the copper plate three layers inside and three layers outside, and then took out two pieces of clothes from the luggage, although the clothes were covered with patches. , but also washed clean.

Lu Shangming originally thought it would be sour, so he breathed a sigh of relief. He handed one of them to Dao Hui, and said, "Let's mix in, I have my own way to enter the city."

The two changed their clothes and put them in their luggage. Lu Shangming picked up some dirt on the ground with his hands, wiped it on Daohui's face, and said with a smile, "This time I look like a refugee."

Daohui said: "You were born with thin skin and tender flesh. Now you are dressed like a person who has been ill for a long time, but the hair is too neat." He stretched out his hand and broke Lu Shangming's hair into a mess.

Lu Shangming was not angry either, the two looked at each other, suddenly burst into laughter, made each other dirtier, and then squeezed into the crowd, those people saw that they were just two poor boys, and didn't care.

Lu Shangming and Daohui used their dexterous movements to pass through the crowd and stood in the center. They saw a disheveled woman sitting on the ground in front of them, and a seven or eight-year-old boy lay in her arms. The little boy His mouth opened and closed, as if he was struggling to breathe. Judging by his painful appearance, he must be suffering from some serious illness.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy was squatting beside them, holding a bowl of decoction in his hand, and was about to feed the boy, when someone in the crowd shouted: "Can I drink his medicine? People have died!"

As soon as he said this, people echoed him from time to time. Hearing this, the boy's mother couldn't help hugging the child even tighter, as if she wanted to avoid the boy on purpose.

"My father didn't heal anyone!" The young man stood up and stared, "If any of you talk nonsense about my father, I... I will fight you!" Although he was extremely angry, he was full of blood in his hand Be very careful with the medicine in the bowl, for fear of splashing a drop.

A burst of laughter broke out in the crowd: "Then how did your father die? Didn't he just drink his own medicine? Village chief, come out and comment."

Healer's Heart

Lu Shangming only felt that someone was pushing him from behind, and when he turned his head, it turned out that a dirty old man squeezed in. He was very thin, and the beard on his chin was long and messy.

Lu Shangming snorted coldly and ignored him, only to see a middle-aged man walking up from the front of the opposite crowd, dressed fairly neatly, with a hint of elegance.

This man should be the village head among these people, and he opened his mouth and said: "It's been more than ten years since Qing He's father happened, let alone none of us have seen it with our own eyes, but it's Qing He who has been here for the past two years. He has cured many patients, so let's not embarrass him."

"The village chief," a man called out, "you said he cured a lot of people, so why don't you pull one out and show us?"

The village head was immediately speechless. Over the years, this child has indeed been cured, but those are all refugees on the street. After all, the people in the village still don't want to believe it.