Sealing Sword

(One)

"Road to Road, very Avenue."

"...Dao, Dao can be... Dao, not, not... very Tao."

"Famous, very famous."

"The name can be... the name, the very, the constant name."

"Therefore, if there is always nothing, you want to see its wonder; if you always have, you want to see its beauty."

"Therefore, there is always nothing, if you want to see..."

The voice became softer and quieter, until finally it gradually disappeared, and the stumbling homework questions and answers had to be suspended.

Duan Heng put down the volume of "Tao Te Ching" in his hand, and stared at the boy behind the table with serious eyes. His brows that had not been relaxed since he became an elder were now even more furrowed into thousands of furrows, which could almost bury him alive.

One chapter of the "Tao Te Ching" does not have a hundred words back and forth, and has been taught hundreds of times, but the other party can't even follow along. In addition to saying that the teaching skills are not good enough, the students themselves may be a piece of rotten wood.

The violent temper in the early years has not been sharpened completely. If another disciple is so dull, Duan Heng would have picked up the ruler and driven him all over the mountain. But facing this "rotten wood", he chose to slam the door and leave after he couldn't bear it anymore. , Throwing the scroll into the arms of the person taking a nap under the tree in the courtyard.

"Eldest senior brother!" He suppressed his anger, "This kid is crazy, he can't listen to anything, he can't learn anything, let alone us, even the sage teacher in Sanmai Academy can't teach him well!"

The person whose lucid dream was disturbed put his words in one ear and out the other. Shi Shiran patted his clothes and stood up. Through the half-opened window, he saw the child in Taoist robe sitting obediently behind the table. He said happily: "That's right, I've been able to sit comfortably for an hour."

"Senior brother in charge!" Duan Heng fed the dog in front of the senior again with the calm temperament he had cultivated with great difficulty, "Don't forget that you are the one who promises to teach him well in front of everyone, and let him know that he will not hurt innocent people! If you can't do it, you have to drive him out of Wangchen Peak, wouldn't you lose your dignity in front of the elders?"

He frowned, with a look of earnestness, but the man wondered, "What do I want this thing for?"

Duan Heng was so angry that he fell on his back.

The child in the house who didn't listen to others was brought back by the head of the house during his travels last month.Duanya Daoist Ji Qingyan is now at the age of knowing his destiny, because of his profound internal strength and self-forgiving temperament, his appearance and body are not often old, but his temples are more frosty, and there are some age creases on the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.

Duanya likes to travel, and the Supreme Palace is also a place to retreat from the world, so he doesn't need to sit in town all day and all night.Therefore, throughout the year, he always spends two or three months outside. He has seen countless beautiful mountains and rivers, met countless treacherous heroes, and has an exquisite temperament.There are people in the world who are dissatisfied with him, and even more people respect him, regardless of black and white, they should give him a little bit of favor. According to Duan Heng's words, the senior brother who is the head of the sect can eat all over the world with his face.

He has a little hobby, which is to bring things to the school, sometimes local specialties, sometimes handwritten, even a strange rock on the mountain was dug out, and a monument was erected at the end of Qingming Road.

Duan Heng told him several times like the old lady, but he didn't expect Duan Ya to get worse this time, even bringing a child back.

It's not that Taishang Palace has never picked up orphans to adopt as disciples, even Duan Yi and Duan Heng have several apprentices under their own seats, but Duan Ya has never taken in apprentices, and others only say that they are not destined.

Duan Heng always thought that he was dodging, but he didn't expect that this time Duan Ya went to Xichuan, and when he came back, he brought an eight-year-old child with him, saying that this was his new apprentice.

The child was thin and small, half of his face was covered with burn scars, and his body was wrapped in many places with medical cloths, so wrapped up that even his mother wouldn't recognize him.The head said that this is a bandit boy caught from the cottage, he has a bad mind but a good bone, and he is still young and has never done evil, so it is better to teach him than to let him go, which can be regarded as accumulating virtue and doing good deeds.

He has good intentions, but although that child is crazy and stupid, he is as fierce as a wild wolf. Except for Duan Ya, anyone who approaches him will be caught and beaten, and he will bite his mouth when he is in a hurry. The disciples of the same generation gnawed off the flesh.

Even Duan Ya himself, Mrs. Duanyi also saw several scarred tooth marks and scratches on his arm.

Duan Heng felt that the child was picked from a wolf's den, but Duan Ya didn't look down on him at all, and named him Ji Yunshu.

Many people in the sect complained about this little lunatic, and the elders even objected to Duan Ya accepting him as an apprentice, because the disciple in charge was either the next Supreme Palace Master or the next elder. There is a scourge that hurts others and hurts oneself.Duan Heng felt a headache when he was caught between his senior brother and his fellow disciples, and in the end it was Duan Ya who opened his mouth——

"The Buddha talks about karma and fruit, and talks about karma. It is fate for me to save him, it is my duty to do my best for him, and it is my duty to guide evil into righteousness. However, there is indeed a reason for the elders to plan for the sect. Let's each take a step back—for two years, I will cure his madness, teach him the truth, learn etiquette, maintain self-righteousness, and distinguish right from wrong, if not, I would like to send him back to the mortal world to be properly settled, how about it?"

The words of the head of the sect, not to mention golden words, are hard to follow.Duan Heng has been close to his senior brother since he was a child, so he came here every now and then to help him teach Ji Yunshu. He didn't expect that even if he talked nonsense and exhausted his patience, he could only let him recognize some words, and he would throw them away if he didn't pay attention After.

Duan Heng couldn't blame him, but anxiety was unavoidable, but the instigator remained indifferent, vividly saying "the emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuchs are in a hurry".

Maybe it was because his gaze was too compelling, Duan Ya finally stopped teasing his junior, and said with a smile: "I have said long ago that Yun Shu's situation is different from that of ordinary children. Literacy and reasoning are useful to ordinary people. What he is doing now is tantamount to playing the piano to a cow."

Duan Heng said angrily: "Then what do you say?"

"It is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books. Instead of shutting him up under the four corners of the high wall and forcing poems, it is better to take him out to have a good look. His eyes will be opened, and his heart will be at ease, even if it is a stone that knows nothing. I need to turn it into a fine point." Duan Ya patted him on the shoulder, "This period of time is quite stable, and there is no need to delay the left and right matters, I will take him away now, please tell the elders for me."

He swung his sleeves into the door, and after a while, he picked up his bag and took the child out to go down the mountain. Duanhengmu was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses. His years of pretending to nourish his energy were exhausted, and he jumped and said: "Come back to me!"

This sound shook the sky, most of the Wangchen Peak heard the truth, Duan Ya, who had already walked halfway up the mountain, stopped after hearing the words, and was very pleased to hear that his junior was full of energy, so he was very pleased with Duan who was standing by the side of the road. The master of ceremonies made a gesture, but the latter hesitated to speak, and finally shook his head and let go.

Ji Yunshu's brain is not good, so naturally he can't speak, he only knows that he will not let go of his hand for a moment, even a hare scurrying across the grass by the roadside can make his whole body tense.However, no matter how many times he is disturbed during the day or night, Duan Ya is always neither angry nor irritable. Stop and go, from the vernal equinox to the small heat, I finally arrived at Wenchan Mountain.

(two)

The Taishang Palace hides from the world, but the Wuxiang Temple enters the world. One Buddha and one Buddha are supposed to respect each other in different ways, but Duanya and Sekong are called "Eastern Buddha and Western Buddha". The Zhike monks and the sweeping monks of Wuxiang Temple would not be offended by his visit, but they couldn't help looking at the child he was leading.

Ordinary children who first came here would inevitably look left and right with curiosity on their faces, but Ji Yunshu only held on to Duan Ya's hand, wishing to hide himself under his robe sleeve.

Duanya asked a young novice to send a volume of his new manuscript to Abbot Sejian, and then asked where Sekong was, and took Ji Qingyan to the Sutra Library.

Sekong is at his desk engraving the "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra" on the bamboo slips.

Compared with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, he prefers to use a carving knife to leave marks on the bamboo slices. His handwriting is clear and smooth, and the depth of penetration into the wood is appropriate, which is not inferior to other people's handwriting.Seeing Duanya pushing the door and entering, he put down the carving knife and got up to meet him, clasped his palms together and said with a smile, "Amitabha, are you here?"

Duan Ya, who was always gentle and gentle, turned cold. Seeing that there was no one here, he closed the door behind his back, and without saying a word, he took Ji Yunshu and sat down at the table.

The child's energy came and went quickly, and he was already a little tired from climbing the mountain, and now he was resting on Duanya's lap, looking sickly.Sekong didn't get angry when he was thrown cold face for no reason, he poured warm water for the two of them, then sat opposite them, and asked warmly: "This little benefactor is quite handsome, is he a new disciple of the Taoist priest?"

Duan Ya was silent for a moment, stroked Ji Yunshu's hair, and said, "That's right, he took my common surname as Ji, and his name was Yunshu. Pindao picked it up from a valley in the southwest at the end of last year."

"The benevolent heart of the Taoist priest is also the good fortune of the little benefactor." Se Kong looked at Ji Yunshu's appearance and posture, and after a moment of consideration, he pointed to his head, "The poor monk has a different look on the little benefactor, is there any injury here? sick?"

Duan Ya nodded: "That's why Pindao brought him to meet the master."

"Let the poor monk take a closer look."

Se Kong stretched out his hand to probe Ji Yunshu's wrist, and the drowsy child suddenly exploded like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, grabbing his hand and about to bite him.

Duan Ya retreated without stopping, Sekong let out a soft "Huh", turned his palms into dragon claws, and grabbed the boy's big acupoint on the shoulder and neck.I thought this was a surefire move, but this crazy and stupid child suddenly leaned back and narrowly escaped his grasp.

A little lunatic can make a lot of trouble in the palace, even if there are elders who are benevolent and can't deal with it, he must have some ability to make trouble.Ji Yunshu's eyes became cloudy and ferocious like a wild beast again. He put one hand on the ground, his legs intertwined and lifted Sekong's arm.

At such a young age, without enlightenment and wisdom, but with vicious attacks, he is more like an untrained wolfhound than a child.

Duan Ya is an upright person, so naturally he would not teach his disciples like this.Shi Kong thought for a while, and he was not in a hurry to take down this troublemaker, instead he withdrew his internal strength and only used his fists and kicks to lure him out.

Ji Yunshu hadn't even learned to speak human words, and his moves were all based on instinct rather than tricks, and he was overwhelmed within a few rendezvous. He pushed back into Duan Ya's arms.

Duan Ya pointed at the back of Ji Yunshu's neck, and the boy's body limp and fell asleep in the master's arms.

He raised his head, and said in a calm tone, "Master, what can you see?"

"There are hundreds of schools of martial arts in the Buddhist scripture building, among which there are many fragments of classics that have been lost for many years. If the poor monk reads them well, this little benefactor just used them..." Se Kong met his eyes, and his voice was deep, " It is the Shura hand of "Thousand Tribulations"."

Duan Ya put Ji Yunshu on the futon, nodded and said, "Not bad."

"Since Xichuan Shenjian forced to kill Poyun Sword Master, "Thousand Tribulations" has been extinct for fourteen years, and I never thought it would be revealed on a demented child." Se Kong looked at him, "Daoist, what is this?" Where is the child from?"

Duan Ya said calmly: "Buried Soul Palace."

At the end of last year, he traveled to Xichuan and discovered that a group of magicians who refused to accept the hegemony of the Burying Soul Palace gathered together, planning to sneak attack the Burial Soul Palace while He Lianchen was in retreat and the Rakshasa girl Zhao Bing'e was not in Mizong Ridge.It stands to reason that it doesn't matter whether there is a battle between good and evil, or a rivalry between like-minded people, as long as there is no harm to nature, it is not a matter of fate, but he remembered that the case of his junior brother's murder was still unclear, so he finally followed up stealthily.

These people have been plotting for a long time, and the Burial Soul Palace is at a time when the interior is empty.Duan Ya knew that although they had the upper hand for a while, they were bound to fail, so he secretly blocked the two mountain roads to prevent the defeated bandits from fleeing and harming innocent people around them, and then took the opportunity to enter the inner gate of Mizong Ridge.

He went by a coincidence, Juanyun Peak had just ended a bloody battle caused by an inner ghost, three hillsides were blown up by gunpowder, and it was difficult to see Helian Yuqi in the gunpowder smoke, which made Duan Ya's goal come to nothing.

He went by coincidence, just in time for the dead soldiers in Burying Soul Palace to clean up the mess on the battlefield. Duan Ya was alone here, naturally unwilling to confront him head-on, and jumped down the crack opened by the gunpowder, preparing to escape from the dangerous road in the mountains , unexpectedly saw a hand among a pile of rocks and corpses.

The palm was too small, it clearly belonged to a child, it was covered with blood from the fingers to the wrist, at first glance it looked like the exposed limbs of a dead person, but Duanya saw that it was still trembling through the sparks.

He dug up the gravel and dug out a little boy with burns on half of his face, and the sores all over his body were horrible.At that time, without having time to think about it, Duan Ya carried him out of Mizong Ridge while taking advantage of the chaos.

(three)

"... Daoist Master has a benevolent heart." Sekong was merciful in his heart, and after listening to his words, he didn't care that the child might be born in a demon way, but bent down to check the other person's physical condition.

The injuries on Ji Yunshu's body have been healed in the Taishang Palace for a long time, and the rest are not serious. The trouble lies in his madness. If it is not handled well, it will either cause harm to others or cause harm to himself in the future.

After a long while, Se Kong stood up and said, "His illness is both an external injury and an internal disease."

"Trauma means that he was injured in the head, and the blood in his brain persisted." After a pause, Duan Ya asked, "What is the internal trouble?"

"It's exactly what he learned." Se Kong said, "The "Thousand Tribulations" follows the style of viciousness and domineering. It is divided into three parts: the heart method, the martial arts, and the poison classics. Among them, the poison classics are supplemented. Martial arts are the main focus, this child has good bones but is too young, the person who taught him was eager for success, he valued martial arts and despise mental methods, and forced his own true energy into his body for the sake of progress, but he didn't take into account that the child's meridians and lungs could not bear it , This hurts the brain. If things go on like this, when he grows up, although his martial arts are strong, his true qi will become more disordered, not only will his mind become disordered and controlled by others, but his lifespan will also be shortened, and he will die young."

Duan Ya's eyes turned cold: "Is there a cure?"

"The little benefactor's skills have been laid down, and the true energy in his body has been fused into the heart veins. Rushing to pull out the skills will definitely hurt his life..." Se Kong pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his head, "If you want to save him, please ask the Taoist priest to answer the poor monk first." Two questions."

"Please say."

"The Taoist priest has traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers. I don't know how to describe all these scenery in your eyes now?"

Duanya said: "Mountains are natural things, and water is natural water."

Sekong smiled when he heard the words: "Everything itself is Jataka. Congratulations to the Taoist priest who has reached the second level of forgetting the situation. It seems that the little benefactor is blessed."

"How to say?"

"The poor monk can use the 'Tanhua Finger' to help him push away the hemorrhage in the brain, touch the seven orifices, and then perform exercises to open up the meridians and acupoints for him, and protect his heart with the inner strength of the "Buddha Fist Sutra"..." Sekong Flipping the Buddha beads, looking up, "Then, please ask the Taoist priest to use the "Wuji Gong" true energy to penetrate into his body, and entangle the chaotic "Thousand Tribulation Gong" true energy. It's just that this method is dangerous, but there are some differences." Not only the little benefactor will have his meridians blasted by the true qi, but even you, the Taoist priest, may be in danger of going mad."

Hearing this, Duan Ya untied the sword "Wu Ya" on his back and handed it to Se Kong, saying: "If that's the case, please master to help me get rid of the demonic obstacle."

He regards life and death as nothing, and is so magnanimous that even Langyue Qingfeng is inferior to him, but he is a child who has no relationship with him.Sekong chanted a Buddha's name and said: "Outsiders say that the Buddha is merciful and the Taoist is easygoing. In the eyes of the poor monk, the Taoist priest is the most merciful person."

"Then Master is wrong this time." Duan Ya smiled, "You said that it might be dangerous for the poor to get out of the body. Could it be that it's easy for you to melt blood and retain strength? I'm here to ask you for help, you don't stick to the origin of good and evil Rescuing the dying and healing the wounded, putting one's own misfortunes and fortunes as floating clouds, this is compassion, and I just follow my heart."

The color is empty but the smile is silent.

After all, the scripture building is not a cheap place, so the two took Ji Yunshu to Du'e Cave in Houshan, put the child in the middle, and began to mobilize their internal strength.

This exercise lasted from noon to dusk, and both of them couldn't help feeling dizzy when they withdrew their energy. It wasn't that the energy was exhausted, but that they had so many scruples and were cautious, which really made people exhaust their efforts.

With great difficulty, Duanya supported the wall and stood firm. Seeing Sekong meditating and adjusting his breath, he raised his hand to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Master. Pindao will take Yun Shu away first, and next time I come to the door, I will have a three-day discussion with the master!"

"It's easy to say, but..."

"But what?"

"Although this son's serious illness has been eliminated, the moves of "Thousand Tribulations" are still remembered by his body. After all, they are still hidden dangers. The Taoist priest still needs to make a good plan. In addition, his brain injury will not be cured overnight. Kongdu, when he wakes up, he may be ignorant and look like a baby, and he needs to be taught carefully by the Taoist priest, and his wisdom will be enlightened over the years."

Duan Ya was silent for a moment, and said: "Thank you for reminding me."

He bent down to pick up Ji Yunshu and walked towards the entrance of the cave, when suddenly a monk asked in a hoarse voice from behind: "The Taoist priest brought him here on purpose, just to seek medical treatment?"

Duan Ya stopped, didn't look back, and didn't make a sound.

"The Taoist priest said that he was born in the Burial Soul Palace. The poor monk thought he was a killer seedling who was trained in captivity, but just after performing the exercises, he discovered that in addition to the true energy of "Thousand Tribulations", there is also a cold energy lingering in his body." Seeing his back, his eyes finally fell on the little hand hanging down, "Although the little benefactor has a good bone, he has a congenital deficiency. This chill is probably brought from his mother's womb, and it cannot be resolved without years of recuperation. However, there are only a handful of women in this world who can have such humble skills."

"Master..." Duan Ya finally opened his mouth, "You are in the Garan Kongmen, seeing the formless form with your eyes, and hearing the sound without confusion, how can you count them in detail?"

It's no reason that Duanya, who has been with Ji Yunshu for so long, has not noticed the clues that can be seen in the sky, not to mention that as early as the night when he rescued the child from Mizong Ridge, when he was cleaning the wound at the inn, he discovered the piece hanging on the Longevity lock on the boy's neck.

The workmanship of the Longevity Lock was a bit rough, it was not a commodity in the market, but was carved by someone's own hands, with the words "God Bless Yujing" on the front, and no name and surname on the back, only a crescent moon.

The marriage between Raksha girl Zhao Bing'e and Helian Shen's younger brother Helian Yu was not widely publicized, but it was not a secret in Mizong Ridge. Duanya heard about it when he sneaked in, and it is not difficult to guess after deliberation This should be Zhao Bing's son.

He didn't know why this supposedly high-status child fell to this point, but in Duan Ya's eyes, it didn't matter who the child was. , Come and go as you please, it doesn't matter.

Sekong's fingers moved the beads slowly, and there was no wave on the face of the ancient well, but he said: "The past came to the present, and the reciprocation is all about the sky."

If you don't mention the past, is it just forgetting?

The past is hard to recover, is it just giving up?

It's just me coming and going, leaving a thought, that's all.

(four)

After the long-term muddy head was cured, it was still a blank sheet of paper. Ji Yunshu had no knowledge of this world, and even his eyes were ignorant.He can smell the fragrance of flowers, but he doesn't know what the flowers are or how the fragrance should be described. Even emotions are only instinctive, and he doesn't understand that they are emotions.

Therefore, after passing the letter with Duanyi, Duanya did not rush back to the Supreme Palace, but took Ji Yunshu to walk down-to-earth in the rivers and lakes for more than a year.

He took him back to Dongling from Xichuan, through the Southland and the Central Capital, how many enemies and friends he had met, and how many experiences he had experienced;

He taught him to read and write, to learn poetry, to take into account the truth and slang, to tell stories about poems and books, and to read articles with ten thousand characters;

He asked him to distinguish with his own hands, to understand joy, anger, sorrow, sorrow, right and wrong, and count the stars, the sun and the moon.

Ji Yunshu is so young, Duanya doesn't ask him to be enlightened for a while, as long as he accumulates and learns how to be an ordinary person little by little.

When they finally returned to Wangchen Peak, Ji Yunshu was already ten years old. He could hold his hand and shout "Master" in a stuttering manner.

The elders had nothing to say, and the stone in Duanheng's heart fell to the ground.

Seven days later, Huang Daoji and Duan Ya opened the altar to ask for a pen, and asked Ji Yunshu to kneel in the Ruoshui Temple to kneel three times and nine times to the patriarch's spiritual tablet, and then wrote him down on the name book.

Ji Yunshu, the sixth generation direct disciple of the Supreme Palace, Xuansu Daoist Priest Ji Yunshu.

Xuan Su is a smart and simple child.He used to act on instinct when his brain was injured, and he did everything straight, and now he is still straightforward. Sincerely.

Fortunately, he is not stupid after all, right and wrong have his own right and wrong, and he is kind to others but he is not partial to one or the other, so even if he is a little simple, Duanya doesn't think there is anything wrong with it, and even opened a sword pavilion to let him Picked away the Wuwei who held the Tibetan front, and taught him swordsmanship carefully.

Until Xuansu was 15 years old, Duanya received a secret letter.

The person who sent the letter was Zhao Bing'e, a long-lost friend.

He Lianyu designed Duan Qing and his wife as a bully, and now the innocent boy is imprisoned, and the two are waiting for the two to throw themselves into the trap.

Zhao Bingye and Gu Yaofang just met by chance, so naturally they don't have any good intentions. She sent this letter because of the relationship between herself and Duanya back then.Even though the positions are opposite, the friendship is broken, and more than ten years have passed, Zhao Bing'e still counts all the grievances and grievances clearly. She has to pay back what Duanya has helped her, and she will be free from what Duanya owes her. Discuss with scruples.

Since Duanqing left hand in hand with Gu Huafang, in order not to let his own troubles affect the sect, he has not returned to Wangchenfeng for nearly ten years, only the flying pigeons pass letters every year to know that the two parties are well.After hearing the news from Chad, Duan hurried to Mizong Ridge.However, Tang Ling was too far away from him, and by the time he arrived, it was already too late.

Blood flowed into rivers in Mizong Ridge, He Lianyu was still laughing wildly while bathed in blood, and personally led people to chase and kill them in the mountains and forests. At the same time, a group of people broke out of Qiushuiwu and went east.

Zhao Bing'e mentioned in the letter that Duanqing had lived in seclusion for these years, so this direction should be correct.Duan Ya was startled, he gritted his teeth and gave up He Lianyu, followed the passer-by to the east, sprinting all the way, and finally intercepted Duanqing before everyone else.

It was a small river, less than ten miles away from Feiyun Peak, surrounded by mountains and rocks and dense trees, which gave the fleeing people a chance to breathe.

After more than ten years of reunion, Duan Ya almost didn't recognize Duan Qing when he saw him.

Different from Mu Qingshang's elegance and gentleness, Duanqing has always given people a cold and indifferent feeling, and this time is no exception, it's just... so cold that it makes people tremble in the bones.

He staggered and knelt down by the river, the blade of his sword and his body were covered with blood, but he only cared about the man tightly wrapped in his robe, staggered up and shook several times.

Duan Ya didn't see the man's face, but saw some messy hair and a little peach blossom leaking from the corner of his robe.

When their eyes met, Duan Ya's whole heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

Duanqing's whole body seemed to be in the ice and fire, one glance was deadly cold, the other was mad killing intent, even though his face was expressionless, it was more terrifying than all the blue-faced fangs in this world.

When he saw Duanya, he didn't say a word, hugged Gu Jianfang and brushed past him, and continued to stagger forward.

Duan Ya grabbed him, and said in a deep voice: "The Buried Soul Palace sent people to set up an ambush at Feiyun Peak, you are going to die."

"...Get lost." Duanqing's voice was hoarse, and there was a smell of blood when he spoke.

"Life and death are all together, fate has no depth. If Gu Nuxia has a soul in the sky, she should always follow the king's side, and she will never want to see you like this."

Duanqing finally turned his head and stared at him for a long time, as if he finally recognized who he was, opened his mouth several times, his breath was like a gossamer, and his voice was like a mosquito, so that Duanya couldn't hear what he said immediately What is it.

"...back to..."

"What did you say?"

"Go...home..." Duanqing tightened his arms, he looked down at the person in his arms, his voice was hoarse, "Jiefang said...she wants to go home."

He spoke very slowly and softly, even the wind was louder than it, and his face was covered with rain, but when Duan Ya saw the blood red in his eyes, he suddenly felt that he was crying.

Duan Ya was originally eloquent, but at this moment he had nothing to say.

Duanqing turned around and walked towards Feiyun Peak without saying a word, when suddenly he heard a "Zheng" sound from behind, it was Wuya Sword coming out of its sheath.

With a flash in front of his eyes, Duan Heng stopped in front of him again.

"...Junior brother, you want to bring Gu Nvxia home, so you are not afraid of death, but when you calm down, you may regret your current impulse." Duan Heng took a deep breath, "There are many kinds of death, but senior brother is not afraid of death." Let you die by your own hands, this is the saddest and most regrettable thing."

In the past, when things were right and people were different, the brothers often exchanged ideas. Duan Ya's Wu Ya Sword was also passed down by his master Su Qing. It is also blunt, so it can be seen that its heavy sword has a heart rather than a sword shape, and it is taking the path of a Taoist sword.

This time, it was the first time he took the initiative to fight with swords, which violated the principle of inaction with swords, so naturally there was no chance of winning.

But he is not seeking victory, but awakening Duanqing's consciousness.

When Wu Ya was pushed down and almost cut into his shoulder and neck, the mountain-like force finally stopped exerting pressure, but slowly stagnated until it disappeared.

His gaze crossed Duanya, and looked towards the direction he was thinking of - under the dim yellow sky, a blood-like flame suddenly ignited, and quickly shot up into the sky, dyeing the world red.

The sword in Duanqing's hand fell into the muddy water, and he knelt down on one knee.

His right hand holding the sword has long since burst into the tiger's mouth, and his left hand is still holding the woman who has long been lifeless, letting her sleep peacefully in his arms.

Duan Ya didn't hear the cry, but could see his shoulders and back trembling in the howling autumn wind.

He wants to take her home.

But the home is gone, and they... can't go back.

(Fives)

This was the first time Xuansu met that uncle Duanqing who only appeared in the rumors of his fellow disciples.

It is said that he is a genius born in the Taishang Palace, and he is a more troublesome figure than the head of the sect, Duanya.Xuansu had heard too many rumors, and the impression of that person in his mind was imagined as a Taoist priest who was about the same age as his master but was stern and terrifying. Don't dare to make mistakes in your heart.

But he didn't expect Duanqing to look like this.

The man looked to be in his thirties, holding a lifeless woman in his arms, wearing a blood-stained tattered Taoist robe, with loose messy hair hanging down his back, but they were all pale and haggard.

Xuan Su didn't dare to look at his face carefully, and could only watch Uncle Duanheng go up to him with red eyes, even the most calm Uncle Duanyi accidentally dropped the medicine bottle.

They didn't know what they said, Duanheng hugged Duanqing's body tightly and weeping, but it was still more shocking than that lifeless face. Duanyi took the woman in his arms carefully, with both hands Alternating in mid-air for a long time, when Duan Qing let go, his whole body went limp, as if his entire spine had been pulled out at once.

Xuansu watched Duanyi carry the woman to the Huashuangyuan, the top of his head sank suddenly, it was Duanya who touched his head, he looked up at the master's face, and for the first time did not see a smile.

Duan Ya didn't know whether he was tired or sad, without saying a word, he waved his hand to signal him to go back to the room, then turned around and led Duan Qing to the back mountain, followed by Duan Heng and several other elders.

Xuansu felt that what Duan Ya took away was not a living person, but a walking dead.

There are two forbidden places on the back mountain of Taishang Palace, one is Qingjingping and the other is Confession Wall.

The Wall of Confession is neither cold nor hot, but it is very dark, and there is too little light from the sky inside, but the walls are all made of natural boulders, even refined molten steel is not stronger than it, especially the mountain gate is a three-thousand-jin piece. The heavy dragon breaking stone cannot be broken by manpower.It is said that ten years ago, the patriarch used it to imprison the devils with outstanding martial arts skills in the world, and those people did not break out of the barrier until their death.

Duan Ya feels that he is really not a good senior brother, both Mu Qingshang and Duan Qing have called him his elder brother for so many years, but now he wants to lock his senior brother in this place.Even if he knew that it was for the future and for Duanqing, he also knew that Duanqing had never thought about the future in his heart.

In life, no matter good thoughts or bad intentions, you will always judge yourself and others, and none of them can be as good as you want.

"Junior Brother, you failed to abolish the power before and caused your true qi to go astray, but you didn't sort it out in time, and instead used your internal power rashly to damage your heart power. This time it aroused great compassion and anger. I am afraid that the foundation of your "Wuji Gong" is..."

"...Go away."

The elders behind were all ready to fight, Duan Heng's eyes were blood red and he was trembling all over, but his hand holding the sword was tight.

Standing at the front, Duan Ya could clearly see Duan Qing's current appearance, and he understood better than anyone else... This person is on the verge of madness and collapse.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his face was covered with frost, Wu Ya sword was out of its sheath in his hand.

"Go!"

The gossip and Liangyi array in the Taishang Palace can not only use the array as a battle, but also lead the battle into the array.

Duan Heng and other seven elders, together with the head of Duan Ya, stood in the gossip, walked in four directions, and transformed into two appearances. Swords and people were turned into compass pieces, four attacks and four defenses. Once caught in the net of heaven and earth, even if Duan Qing has the ability to reach the sky, there is no way to escape after all.

The sword in his hand finally fell, and his whole body was pressed down on his shoulders, neck, and back by seven long swords, and he had to kneel on one knee, unable to stand up straight, his eyes were blood red, and his ten fingers were dug into the earth and rocks, as if he was about to be imprisoned A beast that still wants to die.

Finally, Duanqing was pushed into the confession wall, and an elder pressed down on the dragon-breaking stone.When the huge stone gate fell, Duanya saw that he was still determined to rush out.For a moment, Duan Ya himself was shaken - if he hadn't stopped him outside Feiyun Peak at that time, or if he had simply let him go now, and let him be smashed to pieces for revenge, at least he could have laughed happily for a while. Go, and there will be no hardships for many years to come.

He clenched his fists tightly, and suddenly said: "Junior brother, Gu Nuxia's body will be placed in the ice cave in the Huashuang courtyard, and it will be suppressed with ice beads, even if it takes ten years, it will be like a day."

"..."

Duan Qing's footsteps froze.

"Although she left with a smile on her face, she must have not ended without regrets. Just think about it."

"..."

The Dragon Breaking Stone fell down, making a heavy and muffled sound, which cut off Duanqing's voice and separated this place from the human world.

"...The Wall of Confession will be banned from today, and no one is allowed to approach it except me." Duan Ya took a deep breath, his voice hoarse, "When did he figure it out, when will I let him out, otherwise I would rather Lock him up for the rest of his life, and don't want him to be a madman who harms others and himself."

The elders nodded silently and left one after another.Only Duan Heng clenched his fists tightly and swallowed the words before he could get out of his mouth - Duan Ya vomited blood and staggered to the ground.

"Eldest senior brother!" Duan Heng was so frightened that he flew out of his wits, hurried up to support him, reached out his hand to find the wound medicine in his arms, but saw Duan Ya wipe away the blood, and shook his head.

"I'm fine, he... didn't kill the killer." Duan Ya lowered his eyes, "He still recognizes people, he still remembers who he is, he has a glimmer of clarity, he hasn't been completely occupied by Gu insects and magic skills, and... Help."

He spoke in a very soft voice at the end, and Duan Heng felt that the senior brother in charge was getting old at this moment.

That night, Duan Ya stayed in the Sutra Pavilion alone for a long time. He dug out all the classics and manuscripts about "Thousand Tribulations" and "Wuji Gong", and finally sat alone in front of the table with a lamp until dawn.

Early in the morning, Xuan Su came to hand in his homework. The scriptures copied by the young man were neat and beautiful.

Duan Ya suddenly asked: "Xuan Su, do you want to learn martial arts?"

Xuan Su blinked: "I think so. But, hasn't Master already taught me martial arts?"

Duan Ya sighed: "The way to practice martial arts is difficult, and the road to rivers and lakes is dangerous. Master... just wants to see you live well, and can't bear to see you walking on the edge of the knife."

In the second half of his words, there was a faint chill, which might be difficult for others to hear, but Xuan Su was too sensitive, not only his face turned pale, but his voice trembled slightly: "You want to abolish my martial arts? You... don't want me Be an apprentice?"

"Even if you don't have martial arts, you are still my only disciple in this life." Duan Ya stroked his hair and said every word solemnly.

"Thousand Tribulations" indulges desires, and "The Promise" forgets feelings, but although the two methods are different, they come from the same line. In the final analysis, they are both ways of cultivating the mind.