Sealing Sword

This battle between good and evil lasted for more than ten days.

The Mizong Ridge, which stretches for tens of miles, has really become a ghostly hell. No one knows how many people died in this battle, how many black and white, good and evil intertwined, and the sounds of fighting and screaming can be heard endlessly. From dawn to night, from moonrise to sunset, it goes round and round, like the cycle of reincarnation in the world.

Although He Lianyu died, the foundation of Burial Soul Palace still exists. The evil sects came to fish in troubled waters, and the allied forces of the righteous way fought to the death with them. Right and wrong in the world have no meaning until now, only simple and simple Single life and death.

The hot blood cooled on the blade, and then revived in the rivers and lakes.

However, this battle has nothing to do with the Hundred Ghosts Sect.

They are nocturnal ghosts, they move around in the dark, even if they are covered with human skin, they cannot be exposed to the broad daylight.Therefore, when Chu Xiwei released the signal fireworks, he set fire to Jingfeng Hall, sent people to guard nearby to ensure that no Gu worm crawled out of the sea of ​​flames alive, and then led Xie Zi and most of his subordinates to follow Ye Fusheng and Duanqing down the secret road. After leaving the mountain, they left a self-confidence in the ridge to meet them.

Lu Mingyuan and Xuan Su, as the main force of Baidao's younger generation, have gained fame and brilliance in this battle. Even if Ye Fusheng and Chu Xiwei retreated to Los Angeles behind Mizong Ridge, they could still get news about them from the battle report every day. Xi Wei only felt that although the battle situation was severe, it was the situation that turned for the better, so she let go of her hidden worries, and turned her head to see Ye Fusheng leaning on the window frame with his hands on his chin, looking up at the sky with vicissitudes of life.

He put down the battle report, drove out the subordinates who reported the report, picked up a big cloak and draped it over Ye Fusheng's shoulders, and said: "It's late at night in early winter, the weather is turning cold, even if you are not afraid of the cold, you should pay attention."

"Ah Yao, I suddenly feel old." Ye Fusheng turned around with emotion, "I won't talk about Xuansu, look at Qin girl, when I was this age, I was still in the room What about Watts?"

"She has footprints all over the sky now." Chu Xi snorted slightly, then changed the subject suddenly, "Besides,

I don't know if you are old or not. "

"..." Ye Fusheng choked on his tea and looked at Chu Xiwei with a look of surprise, as if he had seen some rare and strange beast, "My dear, it's amazing, Ayao, you can speak yellow accents !"

The corner of Chu Xiwei's mouth twitched: "It's the master who teaches by precept and example, and the disciple who is close to ink is black."

Ye Fusheng has always been as thick-skinned as the corner of a city wall, so he didn't feel ashamed at all. Instead, he grabbed Chu Xiwei's arm, turned around and pressed him against the window sill, rubbed his fingers on the other's light-colored lips, and said with a smile: "Good boy!" You are promising, I don’t know what else you don’t know, and you need a teacher to teach you?”

Chu Xiwei's calm face just now turned red, his eyes were half closed, and his eyelashes cast two rows of small shadows, Ye Fusheng's heart itched even more when he saw it, and he leaned over to his ear He blew a sigh of relief: "Master taught you to be good, how about it?"

Before the words were finished, the gate of the courtyard was kicked open by someone, accompanied by someone who came shouting: "Pity—oh, I'm going, it's the middle of the night!"

Ye Fusheng: "..."

Chu Xiwei: "..."

He calmly put away the hand that was about to fall on Ye Fusheng's waist, straightened up vigorously, and pressed down the cloak that almost slipped off Ye Fusheng's shoulder, then turned his head and looked outside: "Father, enter Can I knock on the door before going to the hospital?"

Shen Wuduan lifted the hem of his clothes and walked in, with a face full of disdain: "Where did I not see you when I sliced ​​you into boiled eggs and soaked in medicinal baths, how rare?"

Chu Xiwei said seriously: "It's different now, I have a family now."

Elderly widower Shen Wudu: "..."

Ye Fusheng felt that if he didn't make a sound, his chest would be crushed to death by these two men, so he stabbed Chu Xiwei's elbow with his bent arm, and said to Shen Wuduan with a smile: "Shen Qian..."

Chu Xiwei suddenly coughed from behind, Shen Wudu folded his arms, and asked eccentrically, "Abduct my adopted son, and dismiss me with 'Senior'?"

Ye Fusheng was startled for a moment, but he immediately reacted, and with a smile, he narrowed his eyes and went down the donkey, and called out openly, "Father."

"That makes sense." Shen Wudu laughed, took out two pieces of Hetian jade pendants from his girdle and threw them over, "The betrothal gift that Liu Rong prepared for this kid before his death can be regarded as given now."

Ye Fusheng raised his hand to catch the jade pendants, he saw that they were all in the style of simple safety buckles, one big and one small, just fitting into concentric circles.

He hung the small one around his neck and put it close to his body, then lifted up Chu Xiwei's hair, tied the big one with his own hands, turned around and stretched out his hand for no reason, and said with a smile: "Give it to the mother-in-law, The adoptive father won't say nothing, right?"

Shen Wuduan curled his lips: "You look a lot like Gu Yufang, let's talk about it after setting up a banquet and toasting the old man!"

After finishing speaking, he pulled out the two little tails behind him who had closed their eyes and listened, and pushed them to Ye Fusheng impatiently, saying: "When I left, this kid came to look for you desperately, and even brought a Little girl, you made me look like I was parading with my grandparents along the way!"

One of the little tails is naturally Xie Li. He has traveled between Wenchan Mountain and Jialan City a few times, and he has tasted all kinds of ups and downs. However, Xue Chanyi took Xie Zhang and others to join the Baidao Youjun , leaving only a team of Xie family disciples to protect his safety. These people are afraid that something will happen to the young master in their own hands, and they wish they could even follow him to the latrine. The small courtyard is frightened for the travelers.

Therefore, although Xie Li was shocked by the intimate scene of the two when he entered the door, now that he came back to his senses and saw Ye Fusheng's smiling face, he still rushed forward, hugged his thigh and did not let go, and did not cry. No trouble, just rubbing like a cat.

"Why is Ah Li here?" Ye Fusheng lowered his head and stroked the restless hair on his head, "It's not safe here, it's quite dangerous."

Xie Li said in a soft voice: "Uncle Ye, I want to take a look. If you are obedient and don't run around, just follow you and don't chase me away."

"Okay, then you just follow, it's good to have more experience." Ye Fusheng has always been soft and not hard, so he laughed when he heard this, but when he looked up, he saw Chu Xiwei staring intently at the little girl standing behind Xie Li .

The little girl was dressed in men's clothing, her half-length hair was neither hairpins nor stickers, and she only used a blue hairband to tie it into a ponytail at the back of her head. purpose shadow.

When they went back to Jialan City last time, they came and went in a hurry and didn't see Aru. At this time, Chu Xiwei somehow felt that she looked familiar, but couldn't remember where they had seen her.

Shen Wuduan raised his eyelids, and said: "Her name is Aru, Lu Mingyuan and Qin girl are not very old, but she is watching from the side when I take Xie Li away, but at night, she rushes ahead of us, I don't know How did you open the city gate and Luyin, you have a good relationship with this little bastard, and it’s not easy to rush back, so I just brought them together.”

Chu Xi frowned slightly, and rarely took the initiative to ask Ah Ru: "Is this your name?"

Ah Ru's eyes turned around on him, and finally fell on Ye Fusheng, and nodded.

Ye Fusheng's pupils shrank, and then his expression returned to normal. However, this momentary change did not escape the eyes of Chu Xiwei and Shen Wuduan.

The old man is getting old, and sometimes he is too lazy to care about young people's affairs. Shen Wuduan and Chu Xiwei looked at each other, but he didn't say much, and asked, "Let them play by themselves, where is Duanqing?"

Ye Fusheng's smile faltered, and he said softly, "Reading in the backyard."

When they got off the mountain that day, Chu Xiwei brought Sun Minfeng over, and tried his best as a ghost doctor to seal up the three main acupoints on Duanqing's body, which could prevent the loss of vitality and let Duanqing pass the most dangerous moment. Guan, can run "The Promise" to self-regulate the internal force.

But Ye Fusheng and Chu Xiwei still felt uneasy.

When Sun Minfeng put away the golden needle, he confessed to them that Duanqing first lost half of his skill and then lost his longevity Gu, which caused all the old troubles that had been suppressed before, and the most important thing was that his entire energy was exhausted. Exhausted, even if the ghost doctor has magical skills, he is not a god who can bring the dead back to life.

Four years, this is the longest time limit given by Sun Mifeng, and during this period, careful recuperation and breath adjustment are required.

Otherwise, these four years may not even be enough.

Duanqing looked young, but in fact he was not young. He took this matter very openly. After a few words of relief, he didn't bother to see the dejected faces of Ye Fusheng and Chu Xiwei, and drove the two juniors to the front. Going to the courtyard, making tea, burning incense, reading books and playing the flute in the backyard by myself, is more carefree than the countless days and nights in the past 13 years.

Shen Liu was not sad when he heard them say this, but laughed and scolded: "What about four years? He has been punished for most of his life, and he can't enjoy a few years of happiness? Young people have to learn to look away, otherwise what will happen?" It's all in my heart, and I'm too tired to live."

After that, Shen Wudu smiled and walked past them to the backyard.

Ye Fusheng drove the two juniors into the room to play, he and Chu Xiwei trailed behind Shen Wudu a few steps, and said in a low voice: "She is Miss Ru."

There are not many people who can get his respectful title. Chu Xi narrowed her eyes slightly: "When I left Beijing, I hadn't heard of any 'Miss Ru'."

Ye Fusheng looked into his eyes: "Don't you think she is very similar to you when you were a child?"

Chu Xiwei froze for a moment.

"Miss Ru, she is the daughter of Princess Yuning and her son-in-law Tang Zhiyang." Ye Fusheng's voice was very soft, but Chu Xiwei held her breath.

Ten years ago, when the Tianjing Palace changed, Princess Yuning Chu Wanning poisoned and killed her husband Tang Zhiyang for righteousness, but she was already pregnant at that time.

The Tang family supported King Jing's rebellion, and the late emperor was furious about it. Although he did not punish his nine clans because of his in-laws, he killed countless people. If it hadn't been for Princess Yuning's life as a guarantee, the late emperor would have died of a serious illness after this incident. I'm afraid this child can't be kept.

After Chu Ziyu ascended to the throne of God, she paid great respect to Princess Yuning, but even though this child is her flesh and blood, she still sheds the blood of the Tang family. Her status in the palace is very embarrassing, and it is difficult to even have a decent name. , only called the baby name - A Ru.

When Princess Yuning died of illness four years ago, Ye Fusheng saw her grabbing Chu Ziyu's hand and begging,

I hope he can treat Ah Ru well for his own sake, and the latter has indeed lived up to his entrustment, taking him by his side to take good care of him, and will not treat him badly at all.

But Ah Ru couldn't stay in the palace forever.

Chu Xiwei thought about the little girl's face, vaguely recalling the voice and smile of Princess Yuning ten years ago and the innocent words he said in front of her at that time, her heart was sore and soft, and there was a trace of indescribable joy.

He thought the Tang family was over long ago, but he didn't expect that Aru still existed, as if a grass sprout grew out of the devastated rotten soil, so small and fragile, but it represented a ray of vitality.

Ye Fusheng grabbed Chu Xiwei's hand and clasped it tightly, smiled and rolled his eyes, and said, "Everything will be fine."

When they entered the backyard, they happened to see Duanqing pouring tea. The freshly brewed holly had an elegant aroma, and the light yellow tea was poured into each of the four teacups, no more and no less.

"It's been so many years, and you are still so powerful as a prophet." Shen Wuduan sat down unceremoniously, picked up the cup and took a sip, and then "pooh" without showing face, "It's so bitter."

Ye Fusheng blinked, picked up the teacup and savored it carefully, frowning at first, then stretched out; "The taste is extremely bitter, but the aftertaste is sweet."

"It's the same in life. It's bitter before it's sweet." Duan Qing smiled, loosening his gray hair behind his head, his face looked ten years older than before, but less After getting rid of that kind of inhuman loneliness, he became warm from the inside out, and when he looked at them, it was as if a skylight and cloud shadow fell in his eyes, which was incredibly clear.

Ye Fusheng lowered his eyelids as if he had realized something, but Chu Xiwei felt that he couldn't make any sense, so he simply drank a cup of tea and added another cup for himself.

Duan Qing asked: "How is the battle going?"

"I've been anxious for these days, the winner and loser have been divided, and we need to clean up the mess." Chu Xiwei said concisely, "The magic way has been seriously injured this time, even though the white way won, it will also hurt itself by [-], and they all have to recuperate, let alone the next ten years. There will be no big storms.”

"Born with light and shadow, yin and yang complement each other, it is the best to have a balance." Duan Qing put down his teacup, "What are your plans?"

"It's time for this matter, go back to the Hundred Ghosts Gate to deal with the affairs first, and then..." Chu Xiwei paused, holding Ye Fusheng's hand and raised her head, "We want to ask the Taoist priest to lead the way to Taishang Palace and Feiyun Peak one trip."

Shen Wudu smiled maliciously: "Yo, the ugly daughter-in-law sees her in-laws?"

Duanqing glanced at him lightly, Lao Buxiu immediately shut up, Ye Fusheng sighed secretly, "One thing is one thing", then said with a playful smile: "Yes, I want to marry a beautiful wife like a flower. Take it back first and let the master palm the eye?"

Chu Xiwei raised her eyebrows and repeated, "You marry?"

Ye Fusheng winked at him, and said sincerely: "You can marry."

Chu Xiwei immediately decided to talk to him about this issue personally tonight.

Duanqing raised his head and looked at the bare peach blossom tree behind his eyes, a soft color flashed in his eyes, and he replied: "Okay."

They made tea and chatted all night in the backyard, talking about important affairs in the world, and laughing at their parents' squabbles, and before they knew it, the night was approaching.In the front yard, the two restless little bastards ran around in circles, looking at the courtyard gates on both sides from time to time, and suddenly saw a firework flying into the sky in the distance, exploding in brilliant colors.

Ah Ru stopped his feet for a while, and fell into a gourd with Xie Li. The four adults in the backyard were also startled, and they came out one after another, watching the fireworks rising one after another, spreading streamers on the sky where the sky was looming overflow color.

The children didn't know what the fireworks represented, but they saw the smiles on Ye Fusheng and the others' faces at the same time.

The four and two stood in the yard for a long time, until the wind blew the clouds, and the dim sky above their heads shone with a glare of light, dyeing the originally silent and indifferent color into a bright red satin. The clouds are faintly visible, and the morning light is cut into golden silk and jade flakes by invisible hands, stretching out piece by piece, as if a hole was opened in the dark night, throwing a ball of vibrant fire.

This is not Ye Fusheng's first time watching the sunrise, but it is his favorite one.

All things wither and prosper, grow and die, decay and decay in the dark, and grow and rejuvenate in the sun on the other hand. Whether it is the world or the world, whether it is magnificent or poor, it all turns in such a cycle.

Maybe one day, the cold iron sword will break its blade and wrap its sheath, the high mountains and flowing water will fill up and disappear, and even the years of rivers and lakes will be swan song in the long river of time, but there is a ray of sky, that is, the blood is not cold.

Ye Fusheng was in a daze for a moment, and was brought back to his senses by a hug.

Chu Xiwei put her arms around his body, put her head on his shoulders lightly, tilted her head and smiled lightly, and said, "Master, it's time for us to go home."

Those eyes reflected Huayang's warm sun, which drove away the coldness of the cold night's blade, and stabilized Ye Fusheng's precarious sailing in the wind and rain for half a lifetime.

Your peace of mind is where my whole life belongs.

Note: Adapted from Bai Juyi's "Leaving the City for the First Time": "I was born without a hometown, and peace of mind is where I go."

Aoyama Arakuzuka said:

I finished this chapter before Double Eleven. So far, the main text of "Fengdao" is over, and the extras will be added from time to time.

I have written this chapter with a lot of emotion, but now I am immature in a hurry, I can only briefly thank you for your long-term support and love. Without you, this is a lonely book.

Thanks and bow.