Sealing Sword

Ye Fusheng was suddenly caught by someone's wrist, subconsciously raised his elbow and bumped towards him. The other party had expected it a long time ago, he stepped back to avoid the blow, and said softly: "It's me."

Chu Xiwei's figure appeared behind the red lacquered wooden pillar, even though he couldn't see it clearly, Ye Fusheng knew it was right, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "Ah Yao."

In fact, we parted only in the middle of the night, but because of the ups and downs of the incident, our faces were completely changed in a blink of an eye, and now we have the illusion of a world away.

Not long after Chu Xiwei parted from Duanqing at the bottom of the valley, she received the news that the Sutra Library was on fire and the Stupa Pagoda was shocked. It is necessary to hide the head and tail at the cusp of this storm, but after thinking about it, I still took the risk.

Although he came quickly, it was too late after all. He could only see that a big fire was coming to an end, and black smoke accompanied by a pungent smell rushed straight into the sky.

Chu Xi touched Ye Fusheng's hand slightly, and opened his tightly clenched fingers. There were blood marks embedded in the palm of his hand, and the latter stretched his fingers belatedly.

Chu Xi frowned slightly: "You claim to be smart, why are you still like a fool who doesn't know pain?"

"How do you talk?" Ye Fusheng came back to his senses, twitching the corners of his mouth, "It's okay. Why are you here?"

Chu Xi glanced at him slightly, and pushed open the door behind. This is a Zen room, which was originally a resting place for monks, but now that everyone has gathered in the Sutra Library, it is vacant.

The two of them entered the house, closed the doors and windows, and there was a place where they could talk temporarily.Chu Xiwei did not mention the fire in the scripture building, but talked about another piece of information he had received before: "My subordinates found traces of 'Hundred Foot' in Jialan City, and a group of them assassinated Sun Minfeng, and they also died. In the hands of another river and lake force."

Ye Fusheng's expression sank.

Both he and Chu Xiwei had anticipated the secret siege and questioning of Zen Mountain by the personnel deployed in the Burial Soul Palace, but they did not expect that the other party would place "Hundred Foot" in the crowded Jialan City, and even dare to kill them blatantly. Lian Yu is well prepared for this action.

However, in Jialan City, there is only one force that can kill the "Hundred Foot" man, snatch his life from him, and disappear without a trace.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, Ye Fusheng was very tired, but he didn't show it on his face, he just asked Chu Xiwei: "What are you going to do?"

Chu Xiwei closed her eyes: "Although Sun Minfeng's life and death are unknown now, but he has not found the body, he must have been rescued by someone. Whether the other party is an enemy or a friend, since he is saved, he must have something in mind. He is safe until then." Yes. This time he was in danger, although the Hundred Ghosts Sect lost its manpower and exposed its whereabouts, the same is true for 'Hundred Foot'."

Ye Fusheng said clearly: "You want to create the illusion that the Hundred Ghosts came here in Jialan City, and turn the attention of Burial Soul Palace to Jialan City, so that the stakes in Zen Mountain can take advantage of the opportunity to move. At the same time, 'Hundred Foot' exposed You can also make some articles about things."

"That's right, but I have to stay in Wenchan Mountain now. I also need someone to pay attention to Jialan City. One is to find the whereabouts of the ghost doctor, and the other is to try to solve the 'hundred feet'. Otherwise, we will have a hard time retreating when we are attacked." Chu Xi Looking at him steadily, "I need your help."

Ye Fusheng wanted to laugh, but he couldn't help asking him: "It is said that 'once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of well ropes for ten years', A Yao, do you still believe me?"

Chu Xiwei's hands on the table slowly clenched into fists.

Ye Fusheng knows that these words are not pleasant, and the thoughts involved are even more disgusting, but some things cannot be avoided all the time, if they are not spread out, they will only accumulate under the wound, and sooner or later they will fester and rot.

"You want me to help you deal with the affairs of Jialan City, that is, to hand over the operation layout of the Hundred Ghosts Gate to me, including half of your ordering letter to the Hundred Ghosts, and let me dispatch troops, but you have Have you ever thought that I am not trustworthy?" Ye Fusheng restrained his expression, "This time Burial Soul Palace colluded with Chu Yuan, which is related to the imperial power, the court will definitely not let Wenchan Mountain go, I am afraid Lve Yingwei is not far from here. You put Leave these to me, and I will leave your eyeliner to go to Jialan City. If something goes wrong, I may join the court again, and use the Hundred Ghosts Gate as a stepping stone to destroy the Palace of Burying Souls. The fisherman's profit. At that time, you may be cut into pieces, and I will be spared."

After a pause, Ye Fusheng's voice turned cold: "Ah Yao, do you still dare?"

Chu Xiwei's knuckles were already turning white, but his complexion was even paler.

He thought of Duan Qing's words, that there will be a time when there is no way to retreat from the things that have been avoiding to let himself not think about them.

Can you really be ignorant if you keep a secret?

"I don't know." Chu Xiwei raised her head and looked at him, "As the saying goes, 'you can change your old mind when you are leisurely' (note), you will change back then, who would have thought that you would not repeat your old tricks now?"

Ye Fusheng smiled lightly: "So, change your mind."

"The decision I make, no matter what the result is, I will never regret it." Chu Xiwei stretched out her fingers, her gaze was as deep as the night sky that encompasses everything, hiding all the ready-to-movement and dormant waiting, "I chose you this time because of the Jialan City incident. The stakes are high and the dangers are lurking, and there is no one more suitable than you; second, if I can't trust you even once, how can I talk about the future?"

Ye Fusheng rolled his eyelids: "So, are you going to bet on me with the foundation of the Hundred Ghosts Sect for many years?"

Between the two of them, what was involved was never their own affairs. During the period, grievances, right and wrong, responsibilities and tasks were all entangled, and it was not clear for a long time.

Others talk about love and hate, but like and dislike, when it comes to them, it's hard to say a word of sincerity.

"Before I answer this question, please tell me one thing." Chu Xiwei suddenly raised her lips, "No matter what your answer is, it will not affect whether I bet or not, but I am not willing to be a fool." Confused fish, caught by a baitless hook, will not let go of their flesh and blood."

Ye Fusheng said solemnly: "You say."

Chu Xiwei reached into her arms and took out a cloth bag, spread out the handkerchief, revealing the celadon hairpin, and asked in a slow and low voice, "What do you mean by giving me this?"

Ye Fusheng's eyes flicked around on the celadon hairpin, but an ordinary item bought at a roadside stall was put into his arms like a treasure by the head of the Hundred Ghosts, who was used to wine, sex and wealth. Consciously rubbing on the hairpin, her fingertips trembled slightly, like a child who doesn't know whether it will be a sweet date or a stick in the next moment.

"It doesn't matter if you think about it for a while, after you think about it..." Chu Xiwei's voice was hoarse, "In short, don't lie to me."

Hearing this, Ye Fusheng raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly.

He got up and walked behind Chu Xiwei. The young man didn't know if he was nervous or what, he sat motionless without turning his head.

Inserting fingers into the black satin-like hair of crow feathers, Ye Fusheng's movements are very familiar, after all, it's not that he has never combed hair for others since he was a child, but it's rare that there is such a delicate time, after combing with fingers, he didn't break a strand of hair.

It is said that the hardest thing in the world is to have a good flower, a full moon and a perfect balance of personnel and affairs, but they don't know that the most difficult thing is that my green hair becomes snow, and your white hair is like frost.

Hold your son's hand, and grow old together with your son; it's good to tie your hair together, and sleep together in Huangquan.

It has always been an oath that is easy to promise but difficult to complete.

Ye Fusheng tied half of Chu Xiwei's hair into a bun, tied it up with the celadon hairpin, slid his hands down his shoulders and neck, hugged this man who was no longer a child, and gently rubbed his chin against the top of his hair .

He said softly: "Ah Yao, it's over here, I'll give you an explanation, and then..."

Chu Xiwei remained motionless in his arms, and stared at the empty handkerchief without blinking. Time seemed to freeze at this moment into a thick stroke of ink on a scroll, lingering and indelible, It can only gradually become denser, filling the whole life.

"I hope you and I have a good heart, and the dust settles down, and a happy reunion."

The chest that was pressed against the back was not hot, and the hands covering the back of his hands were also slightly cold. Only when he spoke, his body vibrated slightly, which made his heart beat like a drum.

Chu Xiwei waited for this answer for too long. She thought she would be overjoyed, but in the end, she was relieved when the boulder fell to the ground.

"it is good."

He showed his face and smiled, and held Ye Fusheng's hand behind his back.

Ye Fusheng asked him: "Then, what's your answer?"

Chu Xi smiled and said, "I believe you right, so naturally everyone is happy."

What if I believe it wrong...

Ye Fusheng didn't continue to ask, but just rubbed the top of his hair again, lowered his head, and whispered something in Chu Xiwei's ear, but unfortunately the latter didn't hear clearly.

——Ah Yao, if I betray you again, I will die without a burial place, and I will not meet you in the next life.

"Someone has broken into the nest, and you can't catch it. What use do I need you bastards?"

A figure slammed heavily against the wall, hesitated a few times when it fell, but failed to get up, two lines of black blood flowed from the eyes exposed outside the mask, and it was no longer alive.

Inside the Du'e Cave, Bu Xueyao withdrew her palm, her anger still lingering.

He was just patrolling the sentry last night, and he didn't want to meet that old temptress Zhao Bing'e. There was some discord between the two of them, and the sarcasm and sarcasm were already procrastinating for time.

Bu Xueyao didn't expect that Du'e Cave would be discovered in just such an hour.

With a lot of thoughts in her mind, Bu Xueyao put away her anger and asked, "Has Guardian Zuo arrived?"

The subordinate replied tremblingly: "I have already sent someone to invite, but... Zuo Hufa didn't reply."

Bu Xueyao frowned, and waved them away, but these people didn't dare to say a word, lifted the corpse through the clothes and got into the cave.

Pacing to the platform at the entrance of the cave, Bu Xueyao closed her eyes, and while waiting for Zhao Bingye, she slowly sorted out these details, with ups and downs in her heart, and her face remained silent.

This wait is another hour.

He is an excellent hunter, but he is always tired of waiting, just like a poisonous snake, although it can lie dormant in the swamp for a long time, but when it explodes, it will tightly hold the prey's life gate, and the victim is tortured so much that he is willing to let it go die.

People who are so tired of waiting have been waiting in front of this mountain wall for so long, and their mood will not be good anyway.So when he heard the sound of the iron chain being pulled above his head, although his face was smiling, his eyes were poisoned.

"Guardian Zuo is here." He slowly straightened his body lazily leaning against the mountain wall, his eyes flickering, "The poor slaves are going to be blown away by the mountain wind here."

Zhao Bingye was still dressed in the somewhat nondescript alien dress, the blue silk thread was entangled in the complicated bun, and the three crescent hairpins jingled when she turned her head. The golden bell under the handle of the knife did not make the slightest abnormal sound.

She is old, and the corners of her eyes are wrinkled, and she can't compare to the beauty of the eldest daughter and the younger daughter-in-law, but after hearing Bu Xueyao's pretentiousness, she took a sip of disdain, and deliberately painted the corners of her purple lips to follow the trend One tick, but it doesn't look rude, but it has a bit more gloomy and violent beauty.

If Bu Xueyao is a brightly colored poisonous snake, you can use smoothness to soften the edges and corners, pretending to be harmless; Zhao Bingmo is a poisonous flower that is about to fail, even if more than half of the petals have withered, there are still bright colors left And covered with poisonous thorns.

Her disdain for Bu Xueyao was beyond words, she didn't bother to cover it up, and she didn't even bother to talk nonsense to him, she just said: "Little bitch, your medicine is too much, many people have left the mountain recently, if you don't pay attention, you will die." Let the wind out."

Bu Xueyao didn't care about this title, and patted her chest with one hand: "Oh, it's just a little medicine powder, it's not as good as half the medicine prepared for those people. What a waste, how can I blame the servants?"

After a pause, Bu Xueyao said again: "Earlier, I sent a letter to ask Zuo Protector to come over. Why is Zuo Protector late? I don't know what to ask? If there is anything I can help, please Zuo Don't be shy, protector."

Zhao Bing'e sneered: "The Palace Master is coming soon."

Bu Xueyao's complexion changed, and she quickly returned to normal. She said with a manly smile, "That's a good thing. Once the Palace Master comes, I will feel at ease."

"The palace lord asked me to give you a word - do your own thing well, and don't even think about anything else." Zhao Bing'e suddenly untied the scimitar, and the cold scabbard picked up Bu Xueyao's chin, and looked carefully, The smile deepened, "Looking at your inhuman appearance, the feeling of 'Li Hate Gu' is not good."

Bu Xueyao took a step back, concealed the sternness in her eyes, and said: "Where is the left protector, it is Bu Xueyao's great blessing that the palace master is willing to use this treasure to save my life."

"Whether it's a blessing or a curse, you know it in your own mind. But you made it up on the left and right. There is no cure for it. Feng Shui turns around, and it's your retribution if you get to this point." Zhao Bing'e sneered and patted the scabbard. "However, 'Li Hate Gu' is something left by my lord, apart from the lord, even I have no way to restrain it, even if Sekong old bald donkey has strange skills, it would be useless for you to suppress the Gu worm through him, Collect your thoughts as soon as possible, lest you lose half of your face."

Bu Xueyao quietly clenched her hands in her sleeves into fists, without showing a single bit of her face, and even continued to laugh and say: "The left protector reminded me."

"It's useless to keep those human animals in Du'e Cave. They should be cleaned up as soon as possible. As for the old bald donkey of Sekong..." Zhao Bing'e narrowed his eyes, "The palace will use him to practice kung fu, you are ready to use it Drug."

"If you kill Sekong, what if there is a side issue at Wuxiang Temple?"

Zhao Bing'e glanced at him, then sneered, "What? I can't bear to spend the past few days with that old bald donkey?"

"What is Zuo Hufa talking about? I love a handsome man like Li Lang, how could he plan on this old monk?" Bu Xueyao covered her mouth with one hand and chuckled, and raised her eyes, "It's rare for Zuo Hufa to be in a hurry. I don't know if we are anxious to kill the old monk, or if we want to dig him out from the hands of the servants?"

After a pause, Bu Xueyao narrowed his eyes: "Speaking of which, last night an uninvited guest entered the cave. At that time, the left guardian took the servants to chat with him, and he was not as aggressive as he is now. Is this... a coincidence?"

"You didn't do a good job of guarding the crossing hole yourself, so you suspect that my elbow is turning outward? Bu Xueyao, who gave you the courage?" Zhao Bingye's mouth was like a deadly hook. She looked at Bu Xueyao and sneered Said, "You don't need to stab me with words, you just have a bad mouth, don't you know the grievances between me and this old bald donkey? It's not too much to collect some debts from this old bald donkey."

"Guardian Zuo is right, of course, I'm just asking casually." Bu Xueyao lowered her eyelids, "But at this juncture, the palace wants to use this old bald donkey to practice kung fu, could it be..."

"Bu Xueyao, if you keep some things in your stomach, you may not be gut-wrenching, and if you say it, you will die." Zhao Bing'e interrupted him, "You are not afraid of being torn apart, I don't want to cause trouble yet. Don't talk about the affairs of the Palace Master, you just do it."

"My family is just a little strange." Bu Xueyao said, "We have seen all these martial arts people all over the place these days, except for some old men with big faces and small abilities, they are just cats and dogs with long limbs and no brains. Occasionally, I see a few shrewd ones who are still half-grown children. Although it is troublesome to clean up, the chances of winning are not small after all. The palace master is waiting so hard, but it makes me feel uneasy."

Zhao Bingmo raised his eyebrows: "Bu Xueyao, idiots die stupidly, so do you know how smart people die?"

Without waiting for Bu Xueyao to answer, Zhao Bing'e said to himself: "Smart people always think that others are idiots, and in the end the gutter capsizes, and they die with regret."

Bu Xueyao's eyes finally filled with frost.

"Ginger is old and hot, and the older you are, the more you will pretend; the cow is ruthless, and the youth is full of energy. Bu Xueyao, you think you can ignore the people in the world, but in the eyes of the world What is it?" Zhao Bingmo snorted, "If the Palace Master was not afraid that your eyes were too high to miss something important, I wouldn't bother to mention you."

Bu Xueyao smiled slightly: "Bu Xueyao will never forget the golden words of Zuo Dharma."

"I have sent the 'magic scorpion' to intercept and kill those who went down the mountain, and they will not leave anyone alive to cause trouble, but you have to be careful in what you do." Zhao Bingye turned around, "There has been no movement from Wei Changyun for a long time. You have to go and see, you do what you are supposed to do, and don’t think about the rest.”

"Congratulations to Guardian Zuo."

Bu Xueyao blessed her body slightly, but Zhao Bing'e didn't turn her head back. It can be regarded as "eye-catching for the blind", boring and even more boring.

However, where Zhao Bing'e couldn't see, Bu Xueyao's gaze was as dark as a poisonous snake, and he thought to himself: "Damn the old witch!"

However, this curse was silent, but Zhao Bing'e stopped, and Bu Xueyao was startled. She looked up and saw that someone was climbing down the iron chain.

The man was dressed in an inconspicuous monk's robe, and before he landed on his feet, he knelt on one knee, and his voice trembled urgently: "Left, left protector, something big is not right!"

Bu Xueyao squinted her eyes, Zhao Bing'e's expression turned cold: "What happened?"

"Right... Right Protector is dead!"

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Note: From Nalan Xingde's "Mulan Ci. Imitating Ancient Jue Jue Ci Admonishing Friends" - "If life is just as it was first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad painting fan. Waiting for leisure to change the old man's heart, but the old man's heart is changeable. Lishan language In the middle of the night, there will be tears, rain, and bells. I will never complain. How about a lucky man in Jin Yi, who will make a wish that day."