Sealing Sword

Chu Xiwei thought about the reunion scene many times, but when the real thing came to an end, none of them happened.

There was no other reason, Ye Fusheng passed out again.

After yelling "Ah Yao", it was as if he let go of a big stone in his heart, and the long-tightened bowstring suddenly relaxed. The itching and severe pain couldn't suppress the exhaustion that swept over him, so he tilted his head, and fell into a dark sleep neatly , this time is not a trap of sinking consciousness, but an ordinary rest.

Tuliu Chu Xiwei sat on the edge of the bed and sank into his dantian, finally holding back a mouthful of old blood.

He was desperate to shake him awake, but seeing that deeply tired face made him feel very uncomfortable.Hesitating on the spot for a moment, Chu Xiwei applied medicine to bandage him with a clouded face, then flicked his sleeves and went out.

He walked so fast that he almost bumped into Sun Mifeng who came back from bringing the medicine. The ghost doctor looked at his back for a while, then shook his head and said, "He has a bigger temper than my daughter's family. Is it not going well with Kuishui?"

When the two subordinates who followed him heard such rebellious words, they could only look at the sky and the earth, as if they had poured the northwest wind into their ears.

Chu Xiwei went out with a lawsuit all over his head. After walking on the road for a while, he slowly calmed down his anger. He didn't want to turn his head back, and he didn't want to run around like a headless chicken, so he simply went to the old place of Broken Water Villa.

At this time, two days had passed since the sudden change of the Duofenghui, and the entire Guyang City was under martial law. There were martial arts fighters with swords drawn everywhere, and the common people were silent.

Chu Xiwei walked in the dim light that was unknown in the east. The fire in the Broken Water Villa had already been extinguished, leaving only broken walls and ruins shrouded in the night. old days.

The world is out of my generation, and the years are reminded as soon as I enter the world.

With just such a short sentence, generations of people have to carry it on with their flesh and bones, and finally all jade and stone will be burned, and they will not rest until death.

With a knife to cut off the water, I'm afraid it will really be cut off from now on.

Chu Xi shook her head slightly, and was about to enter, when she suddenly heard the sound of a flute, blowing down the sky with broken stars, deep and far-reaching, endless.

The tide rises and falls in an instant, overturns mountains and seas in an instant, and then turns into a low valley in an instant, the sound is like weeping, as if the river of forgetfulness bypasses the world, and returns to nothing in the end.

This is a song "Send the Soul".

Chu Xiwei stood there listening for a while, then asked in a low voice, "Apart from Xie Li, who else is there?"

The subordinate guarding here in the dark showed up, knelt on one knee and said: "Return to the Lord, there is a white-haired Taoist who came here to pay homage before a stick of incense. I can't show up, so I can only watch him go in. Erniang has already followed him. up."

Chu Xi nodded slightly, followed the sound, walked through the scorched earth and tiles, and finally arrived at the former Qianlong Pavilion.

The elegantly built corridor has long since been burnt down, leaving only a pond that remains the same as before. The muddy water is filthy, and from time to time you can see fish and shrimp steamed to death by the heat wave and the remains of buildings soaked in it.

The corpses in the villa were cleared out by the martial arts people who heard the news. Xie Chongshan’s corpse slipped into the water and was still intact when it was picked up. It’s a pity that Xie Wuyi’s generation of heroes was buried in the sea of ​​fire. In the end, even the whole body was killed. Can't get up.

The corpse was placed in a fine nanmu coffin, Xie Li's whole body was shaking like a chick shrunk by the cold winter, he reached out tremblingly to push the lid of the coffin, he didn't know whether it was due to his lack of strength or not enough courage, so he just pushed it away There was a gap, and there was no way to continue. His knees softened, and he knelt down on the ground, crying on the coffin, with a light around him flickering, reflecting the desolation of the ruins.

As soon as Chu Xiwei came here, she heard a barely audible sound, which was Erniang's warning.

He glanced at Erniang's hiding place calmly, and the sound of the flute in his ear was still uninterrupted, and he didn't even hear short and continuous broken sounds, which showed that this person's breath was long and long, which can be described as frightening.

After finishing the song "Send the Soul", there was only a slight pause, and then the song was changed, this time it was "Past Life".

Chu Xiwei looked intently, and there was indeed a Taoist standing by the pond, holding his flute with his back facing him, his white hair like frost and snow was loosely pulled up by an ebony hairpin, looking tall and thin for a man The body is wrapped in a black and white Taoist robe, and the demeanor is calm and natural, as if he is not here to pay a funeral, but to bid farewell to a passerby who met by chance.

Chu Xiwei waited patiently for him to finish playing the piece. After the piece ended, the Taoist turned around, showing a dull face.

Just looking at his back, he looks like an old man over a hundred years old, but looking at his face, it is just like a white plum in full bloom.

Guanghan yushu, graceful and natural.

Chu Xiwei has lived for more than [-] years and has seen all kinds of people. This is the first time he has seen someone who can make his heart palpitate just because of their handsome appearance.

This person is so perfect that he doesn't seem popular, and he is so cold that he doesn't seem to be human.

The white-haired Taoist had a mountain of cold snow in his eyes, and a quiet pool of still water on his face. Even when he spoke, he was as cold as jade cut from broken ice: "The poor are pure, sorry to bother you."

While speaking, he hung the jade flute back to his waist, and hung it together with a palm-sized silver pot, grabbed the whisk in his wrist, and walked towards Chu Xiwei.At that moment, Erniang who was hiding in the dark subconsciously tensed up, but was told by Chu Xiwei not to act rashly.

The Taoist who claimed to be "Duanqing" really didn't stay by Chu Xiwei's side, as if he just met someone of no importance, and passed him in a blink of an eye, but Chu Xiwei said, "Please wait a moment."

Duan Qing turned his head to the side: "Is there something wrong?"

"Take the liberty to ask, does the Taoist priest have something to do with Duanshui Mountain Villa?" Chu Xiwei felt that the ground under her feet seemed to still have residual heat from the flames, she frowned secretly, and her smile did not diminish when she spoke, "The great foundation will fall once Decadent, it is embarrassing. If the Taoist priest intends to come here, it is better to stay a little longer."

Duan Qing said: "In the past, I met Mr. Xie, the owner of the old mansion. It was not a friendship, but I happened to pass by this place, and I heard that it was unfortunate, so I came to pay respects."

Chu Xi narrowed her eyes slightly. Xie Chongshan had been banned in the village for the past three years, but he hadn't been out of Guyang City for many years before, so he had a chance encounter with this Taoist... probably for ten years.

But judging from this person's appearance, it is nothing more than standing up.

As he thought about it, his clear eyes fell on Xie Li, and he said: "The owner of the Shaozhuang lost his relatives when he was young, and he has been in trouble for half his life. Be at ease."

Xie Li was still kneeling in a daze, not knowing whether he had listened or not, Chu Xi smiled and said, "The Daoist is good at divination?"

"Cultivation in the mountains and fields, I just understand a little." Duanqing glanced at him, "Young master has depression in his heart, great joy and great sorrow hurt the body the most, please be at ease, otherwise it will not only be bad for yourself, but also for others. Sometimes you can do whatever you want Not necessarily a good thing.”

Chu Xiwei's heart skipped a beat, the smile on her face remained unchanged, and the hands in her sleeves slowly tightened.

The atmosphere in the courtyard was condensed for a while, until Duanqing shook his head: "It's the fault of poor people to talk shallowly and deeply."

"Thank you Daoist for your words. I wanted to make a mistake at the next moment, so I apologize to Daoist first." Chu Xiwei apologized and said, "It's just that I have an unfeeling request, and I hope Daoist will give me some advice."

Duan Qing shook his head: "Poverty Dao's trivial tricks are not enough to make a fool of himself. Just now, he lied because he saw that the young master's martial strength is not stable. That's why he reminded him. How can we talk about teaching him?"

Chu Xi lowered her eyes slightly, hiding the flickering light in her eyes just right: "If the Taoist leader is willing to answer, no matter right or wrong, I can answer the Taoist leader's matter."

"Is the promise of the master of the Hundred Ghosts so easy now?" Duan Qing looked at him, "A promise is a promise, it's easy to say, but sometimes you have to pay a heavier price."

"The Taoist priest is indeed a magistrate." Chu Xi slightly hooked her lips, "I'm not a gentleman, but I do what I say. I don't know what to do with my long-term intentions?"

Duan Qing didn't answer, so Chu Xiwei took him as his acquiescence, and said, "I want to ask the Taoist priest to tell a person's fortune, but I don't have his birth date, and I can't tell you his name, can the Taoist priest help?"

Ordinary fortune tellers would smear him with flowers when they heard this remark, so they took a look at him and said, "Then please write something for me, sir."

Chu Xi paused for a moment, then said, "Ye."

Duan Qing thought for a moment and said, "I can't count."

"Why?"

Duanqing swept the dust away, cleared away the smoke, and said in a flat tone, "Ye Zhe, turning back to the ancients is for the old. I think the young master and this person are both stuck in the old things, and it is rare to move forward. It is really wrong to be so hesitant. Another word, Ye Flying leaves fall, the former is erratic, while the latter is rooted in the mud. This is a fate that will last a lifetime until death. Now it falls into the hands of the young master. This person's life is no longer his own, but it is in your hands, young master. What he thinks determines his fate, but what Pindao says doesn't count."

Chu Xiwei remained silent, and said after a while: "The Taoist priest has a clever plan."

Duan Qing said: "Otherwise, Poverty Dao is just a matter of human observation and speculation. Now that the deal has been concluded, please also ask Young Master to respond to Poverty Dao."

Chu Xi nodded slightly in response, and listened clearly: "Young master, please deliver Li Feng to the poor."

Chu Xiwei's eyes were fixed: "This kind of treacherous person is not worthy of the Daoist priest's dirty hands."

Duan Qing was noncommittal: "My lord is going to break the promise?"

"Your Majesty has said that you must do what you say, so naturally you won't miss the appointment." Chu Xi smiled and winked at Erniang, who left knowingly, "Just handing over Li Feng to the Taoist priest is to bury the soul." The minions of the palace handed it over, and the Taoist priest is far away, and I am afraid that he will get into unnecessary trouble."

"The poor know themselves."

Having said all that, Chu Xiwei didn't talk any more, and said: "My subordinates are bringing Li Feng to the west city gate, and have prepared a carriage and horses to see him off for a long journey, please."

"Thank you." Duanqing raised his steps, and suddenly paused, untied the silver pot from his waist and handed it to Chu Xiwei, "Young Master, it's convenient, but I don't have much to offer, so I give this wine as a gift. The sun and the moon are different , Shanshui will meet again, goodbye."

The figure like frost and snow disappeared before her eyes. Chu Xiwei held the silver pot in her hand, looked at Xie Li, who was no longer crying, and was arranging the coffin.

Instead, it was Xie Li who stopped him, the young boy cried hoarsely, and his voice sounded a little more mature: "Master Chu, the water-breaking knife...here you are."

He untied the treasured sword that bears the century-old foundation of Broken Water Villa from behind, held it in both hands, and handed it to Chu Xiwei carefully.

Chu Xiwei didn't answer, but just looked at his dark hair: "Just give it to me, are you willing?"

"Father told you to give it to you, so I will give it to you." Xie Li raised his head, "I said I would take it back, and I will definitely take it back in the future."

"Heh, I'll wait." Chu Xi smiled, and reached out to pick up the water-cutting knife, like picking up a piece of trivial iron.

Xie Li watched him leave, then looked back at the coffin and the ruins all over the floor, a ray of skylight streamed out, lengthening his small shadow.

As if a child had grown into an adult in an instant.

The flick of time, the fleeting moment.

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The author has something to say: "Ye Zhe, against the ancients, there is a bug in this sentence, because the traditional Ye characters are not the same as the ancient ones."However, I didn’t think of a suitable word to replace it, so I still adopted this setting, and you all can take it as the similarities and differences of the overhead world 23333333