Sealing Sword

Xuan Su was woken up by being hit by a walnut.

When Ye Fusheng left the room, although he was meditating and practicing Qi, he was not unaware of his surroundings, but he didn't follow him out of respect. He didn't expect that after an hour, he would receive such a gift in return.

The walnuts were smashed in through the gap in the window, but the branches outside had stopped shaking, which showed that the man's lightness skill was so high that it was almost like the wind passing by.Glancing at the sleeping Xie Li, Xuan Su picked up the walnut and squeezed it open. There was a note hidden inside: Take Elder Duanheng with you, and hurry to Liuhe in the south of the city. There are clues in Wuxiang Temple.

He did not understand the handwriting, but saw a leaf in a walnut shell.

I am certain that Xuan Su quietly left the room like a shadow in the dark night, walked silently in the corridor, did not knock on the door, and pointed at the crack of the door, and Duanheng's door was opened by him.

Turning around to receive the palm, Xuan Su put up his finger and gave a "hush" on his lips, seeing Duan Heng frowned and retreated, he quickly handed over the note and the leaves.

"Playing tricks..." Duan Heng snorted lightly, but he still opened the note to read it, frowning.

Xuan Su's lightness skill is not weak, and his body posture is also good, the two jumped out of the window and headed south under the shade of the trees.

The Liuhe River is in the southern outskirts of the city, surrounded by many willow trees, with lush vegetation and gurgling water. Naturally, there are more snakes, insects, rats and ants, and less human habitation.

But tonight, this place is destined to be lively.

Ye Fusheng was leaning on a willow tree, with his arms folded, he closed his eyes and fell asleep, with lumps of flesh at his feet.

Not like a person who can walk upright, but a person who is like a mass of mud.

He dragged the monk here from the Bright Candle Gambling Workshop, first took the good medicine he carried with him to treat his wound, and even used a stream of pure internal energy to protect the other person's heart, before he began to ask questions.

Probably because of his gentle smile and gentle movements, like a merciful Bodhisattva, the fake monk who used to lick blood naturally didn't take him seriously, just talking nonsense.

After the nonsense was over, Ye Fusheng made a move.

There is still a smile on his face, but his eyes are like the window paper pierced by the tip of a knife, tearing away the hypocrisy and pretense, revealing a cold and sharp edge, and the corners of his pale mouth are hooked into a deadly hook, as if he is about to hook him in the next moment Life.

If this is really a bodhisattva, it is also a ghost bodhisattva with a kind face and a cold heart.

Ye Fusheng said: "You have the Prajna flower tattoo on your body, it looks like it has been carved on your flesh for at least five years, from the skin to the heart, you just don't look human."

As he spoke, he pointed at the opponent's shoulder, and with the force of the thunderbolt finger, it was as if the meridian had exploded with fire and thunder. The monk almost screamed out, but was blocked by a stone and almost broke his teeth.

The meridian of the left arm was broken inch by inch, Ye Fusheng took down the bloody stone, and said with a smile: "I am not tempered today and I am not patient, especially I hate the dogs in the Burial Soul Palace. I only listen to people who want to listen. Let's talk."

Lve Ying, as the emperor's secret guard, has been doing secret affairs such as spying on prisons all year round. Ye Fusheng is familiar with those methods of extorting confessions, no matter whether they are popular or not. If you can't live, you can't die.

In the forced confession in Huanghua Town, he was concerned that Chu Xiwei didn't want that person to see these dirty things, but he didn't expect that Chu Xiwei's methods were not inferior to him.Thinking of this, Ye Fusheng's mood became even worse, his finger landed on the fake monk's left knee, but it was a gesture of "picking flowers".

"What position do you occupy in Burying Soul Palace? What is the purpose of coming to Wuxiang Temple? What is your status in Wuxiang Temple?"

The fake monk's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, his lips were trembling but he didn't speak a word.

With a mouth harder than a clam shell, it's no wonder that Ying Xiu spent all these days with Ying Xiu, after all, the latter has to keep his hands on the line if he wants information, and he can't compare to Ye Fusheng's cruelty.

Even if it is a thousand-year-old 8-year-old tortoise, if the hard shell is broken, you still have to worry about not being able to step on the soft meat?

He usually acts like a talkative uncle next door, but he really has no mercy for these villains behind the conspiracy.

The stone blocked back again, the hand sank and lifted on the knee, and the entire patella was pulled out of the joint, and the internal force was shaken, even though the flesh was still playing well, the knee was shattered and there was no place to exert force.

The pain of broken bones was heart-rending, Ye Fusheng also squeezed one of his palms, and asked with a smile: "Is this posting to hold a martial arts conference meant to see the abbot? How many hidden stakes have you planted in the various sects?" ? What are you trying to figure out this time?”

The fake monk stared at him like a fish whose scales had been ripped apart, and murmured, "Kill me..."

"Heh, can the people who fall into your hands be so easily relieved? They are all bedbugs struggling in the mud, what kind of hero are you pretending to be?" Ye Fusheng pulled hard and pulled off a bloodshot nail, "You If you say it, I will tell you to die; if you don’t, I will make you live in pain.”

When Xuan Su and Duan Heng came here, the torture was over.

The fake monk's meridians were broken all over his body, his internal strength was also crippled, his body was broken in many places, and five nails were pulled out of his right hand.

Ye Fusheng is very good at questioning skills and timing, he does not rely on torture blindly, but whenever his mind loses control, he first throws out questions that he has already speculated to knock on the door of his heart, and then knocks on the sidelines from a few words, combining all the details Get up, observe the authenticity through repeated inquiries, discard the false words mixed with it, and leave the information you want.

Seeing Xuansu and Duanheng arrived, he glanced at the people on the ground, and told about going to Mingzhu Gambling Workshop to find out information, only concealing the part of An Yu, simple but to the point.

Although the name of Mingzhu Gambling House is not known publicly, it plays an important role in secret, even the Taishang Palace has heard of it.Although Duan Heng had trouble with him on small matters, he was never ambiguous on major matters, and after confirming that Ye Fusheng's words were true, he carefully looked at the fake monk's face and said: "I recognize this face, this is the big one who sees the color of the abbot. Disciple Henghe, currently in the west hall of Wuxiang Temple, is said to have become a monk since childhood."

Ye Fusheng raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to touch the face of the fake monk, and smiled: "The face is this face, but the person is not this person. Xiao Yangu, the master of the White Tiger Hall of the Burial Soul Palace, is the best at disguising people, men, women, old and young alike." Hue is easy for her, especially the mask made of human skin is so lifelike, this face should have been peeled off alive by her and transferred to this person, the clothes are perfect."

Xuan Su's face turned cold, he was really not used to such tricky things, he just came out of the rivers and lakes, wished he could raise his hand to finish this person, and seek justice for the tragic death of Heng He.

Moving his eyes away to calm down the anger in his chest, Xuan Su asked: "Looking at Fu Sheng's appearance, it seems that he has already planned."

He is younger than Ye Fusheng, but he got started earlier, so he took up the name of senior brother, but Ye Fusheng has a sophisticated style in dealing with people, Xuansu couldn't say "junior brother", so he simply called him by name, Peace of mind.

"Yun Shu overestimated." Ye Fusheng shook his head, pointed at the fake monk and said, "This person is a member of the 'Sky Spider' in the Five Poison Guards of the Buried Soul Palace. He specializes in lurking and spying. Bu Xueyao is in charge. This time, he was ordered to replace Henghe and sneak into the Wuxiang Temple, play tricks on Abbot Sejian's side, secretly replace the temple's staff, and bring the assassinated 'Hundred Foot' into the Wuxiang Temple."

Duan Heng's expression changed: "Could it be that no one in the temple noticed such a big move?"

"Wuxiang Temple has a large population, and they have been planning this since years ago, stealing beams and changing pillars every now and then, and they have the way of 'moisturizing things in a subtle and silent way'...not to mention that the abbot is restrained, and Xifo has not been able to retreat for many years, as long as the cover is good , the news will naturally be concealed." Ye Fusheng closed his eyes, "What's more, Burial Soul Palace is the accomplice and mastermind of this action."

Xuan Su was startled: "The mastermind?"

"It's going to rain in the sky, and the wind blows first from the north." Ye Fusheng spoke cryptically, but Duan Heng immediately understood.

Holding Xuan Su down with one hand, Duan Heng's cloudy old eyes flashed brightly: "How dare Chu Yuan?"

"It's the cusp of the storm, the difference between success and failure, what do you mean by daring or not?" Ye Fusheng said, "This person came here to meet with Chu Yuan's secret guards, and only leaked the situation when he was spotted by local snakes. But this Unexpected events, both Chu Yuan and He Lianyu should get wind of it, and the follow-up arrangements will naturally be adjusted, and the plan learned from him should be useless."

Xuan Su frowned tightly; "Since that's the case, we should inform the martial arts comrades about this as soon as possible, and guard against the trap of Burial Soul Palace!"

Duan Heng shook his head: "Three religions and nine streams, all over the world, it's not easy to inform them in a short time? If you accidentally startle the snake, I'm afraid it will drive the evil beast mad, and the consequences will be even more disastrous."

"There are already many sect disciples who have entered Wenchan Mountain. Although we have time to escape, if we want to get them out, we have to pretend to be stupid and go deep into the tiger's den, waiting for the opportunity to contact the various sect managers, and secretly investigate the hidden piles. Try to meet Abbot Sejian and Zen Master Sekong to make plans." Ye Fusheng raised his eyes, "However, black hands like this like to use two-pronged approach to be safe... For example, set the urn in front, and then cut off the back."

The martial arts conference is held, and half of the elites of each school have already appeared, which is the time for internal emptiness.

Xuan Su's complexion changed drastically, Duan Heng lowered his gaze, and said: "I will use the secret channel to bring the information and this person back to the Supreme Palace, please brother Duan Qing try to secretly inform the left-behinds of all sects to be careful of the mountain gate and prepare for the way out."

Ye Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief.

As an elder, Duan Heng naturally couldn't leave the inn for too long, and when he mentioned this fake monk, he rushed to where he came from, presumably he wanted to make arrangements at night.

Only Xuansu stayed beside Ye Fusheng, the young Taoist priest lowered his eyes, his face was indifferent, and he looked a little depressed.

Unable to fall asleep on the left and right, Ye Fusheng led him back and asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable hearing such scheming?"

Xuansu nodded: "Before going down the mountain, Master Duanqing once said to me that 'a world of mortals is thousands of miles away, one step and one injury is the rivers and lakes', so I should not take it lightly, nor change my ideals in vain... At that time, I felt that , Jianghu is a dangerous place.”

"Swords and swords, love and hatred, love and hatred are naturally dangerous." Ye Fusheng smiled, "However, the epiphyllum blooms in the evening, the swan song begins at the end, and so many legends in the world are written in a narrow escape. Beauty is like a flower, and the country is like a painting; A smile, a pot of dirty wine... The danger of the world lies in the human heart, and the beauty of the world lies in human feelings."

Xuan Su looked at him: "However beautiful the rivers and lakes, after going through the bloody storm, won't you get tired of it?"

"Of course I will get bored, but where in life is there no rivers and lakes?" Ye Fusheng rubbed the handle of the knife with his hand, "My teacher used to seal the sword and retire and make a house, but he died in the rivers and lakes in the end."

Xuan Su frowned.

"It is said that the rivers and lakes are a three-foot-high red platform, singing dramas of joys and sorrows, waiting for the end of the song." Ye Fusheng looked at him, "But I think the rivers and lakes are a road, with twists and turns, wind and rain .”

This road is full of twists and turns, full of flowers and thorns. There are avenues that go hand in hand, and paths that walk alone. Sometimes high mountains and flowing water give birth to pride, or deep ravines and low valleys wander.Many people failed to reach the end, or gave up halfway, or went astray, or stayed forever at a certain turning in a mountain pass.

Everyone has their own mood and destiny, and there is nothing to blame for advancing and retreating, but if a person is alive for a day, he has to go on.

"Aren't you tired after carrying so many things on your back?" Xuan Su couldn't help asking after understanding the hidden meaning in his words.

"Of course I'm tired." Ye Fusheng smiled, "But when I put down the things on my back and feel that I am nothing, I still have to carry these on my back and continue walking, lest I be blown to the ends of the world by a gust of wind, and never again. rootless."

It doesn't matter whether you are bored or like or dislike. If you are born in the world, you should travel far away with a heavy burden.

Either heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather, there are grievances, right and wrong, great righteousness and small affection.

There are different opinions about all kinds of things to outsiders, but only I know it in my heart, and I am willing to carry it through thousands of mountains and rivers, and overcome thorns and thorns.

It is said that my hometown is where my heart is at ease, but in fact, every step I have taken down-to-earth is already the way home.

Ye Fusheng put his hands behind his head and held a grass stalk in his mouth, humming a ditty while walking on the night road——

"The road in the world of mortals is far away, ups and downs chasing the waves, the young Fang cherishes the hero's old age, and sighs the late photos of the beauty; the ambition is soaring to the sky, and the three thousand sorrows are lingering, no matter how much you know about your kindness and hatred, you are chivalrous and tender. The wine is just right, the wind Happy, chatting and laughing when overturning the clouds and rain; the words of love are poured out, the righteousness screams, and the heart and gallbladder are swept away with a sword! It’s all a song, ten thousand miles away, whoever will be friends with me in life and death, let him be wind and rain..."