Sealing Sword

Chu Xiwei hates rain, especially when she is alone around.

At this time, he was huddled in a cave, and outside was the curtain of rain, covering the entire mountain forest in mist, making it impossible to see anything clearly.The cold wind brought rain flowers in from the entrance of the cave, and Chu Xiwei used a big rock to hide her figure, and ignited a fire, barely illuminating the three-thirds of an acre of land and his pale and bloodless face.

There was blood dripping from the right forehead, staining half of his face. Chu Xiwei wiped it expressionlessly, inserted the bottom of the fire fold into the crack of the stone, and then unbuttoned his robe, revealing his strong and thin upper body. There are five finger holes on the abdomen, and the blood has solidified near the wound, which is shocking to look at.

"Asura hand..."

The sternness in his eyes slowly settled, but his movements were not flustered. He tore off a piece of cloth to wipe off the blood, then took out a pill, kneaded it into powder and applied it to the wound.

At that time, parting ways with Ye Fusheng was a momentary impulse, and it was a last resort.

Chu Xiwei hasn't had a good life these years, and it's only been a few years since he was in a high position. Before that, he was still living a life of licking blood every day.

Once entering the gate of a hundred ghosts, the body is not like the world.There are countless people whose lives have been destroyed in this hell. Chu Xiwei was only a young boy when he first entered, and it's hard to say why he can live to this day, and the second is because he dared to risk his life.

The martial arts he practiced came from the supreme mental method of the Hundred Ghosts Sect, "Forked Roads", alluding to the meaning of "the world of mortals diverges, and all roads lead to the same goal". Together with the "Thousand Tribulations" of the Burial Soul Palace, it is also known as the three great masters of the Jianghu.However, although "Ji Lu Jing" is a martial art that seeks common ground while reserving differences, its entry method must first penetrate the sea of ​​​​qi and eliminate impurities, which means that those who want to practice must abolish their previous martial arts and start from scratch, otherwise it is extremely easy to go off Obsessed.

At that time, there were nine other successors of sect masters who were studying the first volume of the "Forked Road Scripture" with him. They were all young, and when facing the highest martial arts, they were all ruthless and willing to abandon the old and take the new. Only Chu Xiwei refused. .

He started learning martial arts at the age of eight. Although that man had an unruly temper, he treated him sincerely at the beginning, and taught him the "Jinghong Jue", and even taught the key points of the whole set of martial arts before the two turned against each other. Tell him clearly, lest he make mistakes in practice.

Since then, everything has been ruined and his face has been changed beyond recognition. He has changed from being a blessed descendant of the royal family to having nothing. After being reduced to the rivers and lakes, he has nothing to belong to himself except his martial arts.

"Jinghong Jue" is to him what driftwood is to a drowning person.

Chu Xiwei refused to abolish "Jinghong Jue", and also refused to sit and wait for death, but did it knowing that it couldn't be done.

"The Crossroads" is the strangest method of inner strength in the world. It has no fixed martial arts moves, and it can change according to the changes. foundation, otherwise it is extremely easy to conflict.When Chu Xiwei first started practicing, he was tortured to death by two strands of zhenqi, and every one of his meridians hurt. If he hadn't been helped by the old sect master's blue eyes a few times, the grass on his grave would be taller than him now.

He gritted his teeth and refused to abolish martial arts, and he did not give up the "Journey to the Forked Road". After he made the pain into a habit, he finally got the reward after all the hardships and found a little trick.

It can be considered that his life should not be terminated. "Jinghong Jue" is the untransmitted mind method of the Jinghongdao lineage. "Jing" has the same effect.After Chu Xiwei broke the jar, he simply took away the difference and forcibly merged the two kinds of zhenqi into one. Make a quick three.

The old sect master once said: "Be stubborn and stubborn, if you get through it, you will be the enemy of Hades who refuses to accept his fate."

Naturally, Chu Xiwei refused to accept his fate. He has been walking on ice all these years, and he never dared to let go of himself. Martial arts walking is more dangerous than a single-log cliff, and now he has finally achieved something.However, hidden dangers are hidden dangers after all. The mistakes in his early practice have planted the root of disaster in his body. Once he is emotional, he will have true energy to cause troubles.

Because of this, the old sect master gave him the "Ice Soul Orb" given by the old man, which can force him to calm down.However, ever since he lost the Ice Soul Orb and reunited with Ye Fusheng, he became more and more overjoyed and furious. From being as flat as a mirror to being turbulent, the true energy in his body seemed to be hanging in the nick of time, and might collapse at any moment.

Ye Fusheng saw through the strangeness in the forest, he was flustered and said nothing, and when he recovered, he hated secretly. In order to prevent his emotions from continuing to indulge, Chu Xiwei chose to leave first, and did not enter the underground palace. Instead, he found a secluded place and quietly adjusted his breath.

As a result, as soon as he regained his breath, he was startled by a loud noise, he thought something happened to the underground palace, he rushed in but did not see Ye Fusheng.

Anxiously walking around in the underground palace, seeing a pot of porridge turning into a river and lake, he finally heard a scream, the familiar voice was that dead girl who had run away from home.

Chu Xiwei followed the sound and rushed there, but unexpectedly, besides Xiao Yangu and a group of minions, there was also a man in white who had never met before.

In order to save people, he suffered a "lingering" blow from Xiao Yangu. After severely injuring him, he took the opportunity to lead people out of the underground palace. The man in white can still keep up.In desperation, Chu Xiwei had no choice but to let the two burdens go first, and confront them alone.

"At your age, you are able to practice the "Journey to the Crossroads" to such a level. You are a rare talent in the world." The man said this while pointing to block his face-to-face palm, the voice came out from under the mask, leading the cat to catch the mouse Playing around, "It's a pity, it's too tender."

The man in white was even more treacherous than him, after the two of them dealt with each other for five rounds, Chu Xiwei turned his offense into defense, but the man approached him, one hand was as fast as a phantom covering his face, and the other was bent into claws His dantian.Chu Xiwei used the "Forked Road Sutra" to relieve his strength, and then made the "Jinghong Jue" evade, narrowly avoiding the vital point. The two fingers that were originally gouging his eyes scraped across his face and scratched his forehead, and the hand that fell into the dantian was staggered Fang Cun, in the flesh and blood, was opened by him at the touch of a touch.

As soon as they fought in this room, Chu Xiwei recognized the martial arts used by this person, which was the fierce martial arts recorded in "Thousand Tribulations" - Shura Hands!

With the palm of his hand as the blade, Shura's hand is invincible, piercing the skin and cracking the bone is just a matter of leisure. It is said that a hundred years ago, someone made it run amok in the rivers and lakes, killing countless heroes, and finally fell into the hands of the patriarch of the Taishang Palace.It's just that even though the demon head died, this evil skill was passed down and was acquired by a generation of evil demons and heretics in the southwest, and later it became the martial arts practiced by the master of Burial Soul Palace.

Thinking of this, Chu Xiwei didn't dare to be arrogant, and tried her best to fight with him, before finally finding an opening to use her strength to escape. Fortunately, that person didn't intend to take his life, and didn't chase after him relentlessly.

Chu Xiwei hadn't lost a single game for a long time, so this time it was nothing short of shocking.

He was wounded, and the true energy in his body was also stirred up by the ups and downs and uncontrollable fights.Chu Xiwei couldn't rush to meet Ye Fusheng and the others, and planned to try to contact the nearby disciples to heal his wounds first. Unexpectedly, God loves to take advantage of the fire, and he was so unlucky that he lost his temper when he encountered the heavy rain on the way, so he found such a person The cave shelters from the rain and adjusts breath.

Before resting for a long time, Chu Xiwei suddenly heard someone's voice from outside. When she opened her eyes, her expression froze. She immediately extinguished the fire, covered the bloodstains and rags on the ground with soil, and leaned into the hole. It moved away soundlessly, like a pitch-black ghost blending into the darkness, it stuck to the dead corner of the mountain wall and remained motionless.

Not long after, a group of people got into the cave one after another, shouting "God is bad luck", while forming a pile of fire to keep warm.Fortunately, the hole was very deep, so Chu Xiwei moved back quietly, hiding in a place out of the light of the fire, and watched these people secretly.

Four men and one woman, the oldest one has full head of hair, but the youngest woman is still young.

They all wore bulging salutes. They looked like travelers who had traveled a long distance and met for the first time. They spoke with different accents and chatted about different things.Chu Xiwei listened briefly, and the old man was talking about the flood in Changning County in the east two years ago. The Budang flag wants to rebel; the tall man and the thin man are probably two brothers. While eating steamed buns, they talk about the severe drought in the south. During the war, many men died in the same village, and the women and men either despised themselves as slaves and went away with the merchants, or stayed in the village to live a day to day...

It sounded like a group of refugees gathered together to compete, Chu Xiwei's left ear went in and out of his right ear, but his eyes fell on the rich man who had never spoken.

The man looked to be in his forties, with a brocade hat and sable fur. He was out of tune with the other four people. His face was as big as a cake, and the meat filling seemed to overflow from under the cake. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he smiled like a Maitreya Buddha. wealthy merchants.

He took a steamed bun and gnawed it slowly, chewing the complaints like a pickle, chewing and swallowing them together, and waited until the other four people looked over, then said: "Is it finished?"

The old man coughed lightly, and the fat man slapped the crumbs of steamed buns off his hands, and said, "Since you've finished talking, it's my turn."

After a pause, he looked into the eye hole first, and Chu Xiwei hid it keenly. The man didn't notice any clues, so he turned his head, glanced over the faces of the four people, and said word by word: "Ruan Feiyu came out of the mountain, you guys, are you afraid of death?"

Hearing the word "Ruan Feiyu", Chu Xi frowned slightly, and saw that the four of them stopped talking, and their breathing suddenly became heavy, as if they were suppressing a violent storm.

"I'm afraid he's a bitch!" Suddenly, the tall man gritted his teeth and said, his eyes were like lightning, "The old man has lived for so many years, it's already God's eyes! If he hadn't been a coward, I would have cut him off a long time ago!" Let the head tell the ancestors!"

The old man also said: "Before I asked why you suddenly sent a secret letter to summon us. It turned out to be for this matter... But Boss He, Ruan Shen's whereabouts have become a mystery, and he must be protected by the imperial guards and his lackeys. Move him? Difficult."

Before he finished speaking, the skinny man had already sneered and said, "Mr. Zhang, are you getting more and more afraid of death? If you don't dare, you can go home and raise your children and grandchildren, and you don't need to stay here."

"Don't talk like this!" The fat man called "Boss He" reprimanded lightly, his voice was not loud, his tone was not heavy, and he even had a smile on his face, but no one dared to make a mistake.

The girl hesitated for a moment, stretched out her hand and tugged at the corner of Boss He's clothes, and said, "Master, is the news reliable?"

"The news from the middle of the capital, and the piles I sent out to inquire, also returned the same situation, and..." Boss He stroked her hair, "That one also left a secret letter, that's right."

Hearing this, the breathing of the three men became heavier, and the thin man asked impatiently: "Time, place?"

"In three days, we will arrive at the Mount of Rest."

Chu Xi narrowed her eyes slightly, and as soon as the word "Anxi Mountain" came out, except for the girl, the eyes of the other four people turned red, and the old man said angrily, "Yes! Retribution! It would be best if he died on Anxi Mountain !"

Boss He glanced at each of them, and said slowly: "If this time I don't succeed, I will never have the chance to kill this traitor again in this life. If the news leaks out, it will be even more implicated. Everyone, please think about it." gone?"

"What are you afraid of?" The tall man's eyes were red and his voice was hoarse, "That old man will never die, and I will never rest in peace!"

They stopped talking, Boss He unfolded a sheepskin map, and got together with three other men to draw it with his hands.The girl took out a pipa from her bundle, and sat on a rock to play and sing. Her voice was not round and pleasant, and her skill in plucking the pipa was not very good. A generation of new tombs replace old tombs. Frost cold and candles are left, no one is crying, and yellow flowers are everywhere without a road. Grass on the graves is green, sinking ponds are green, where are the heroes of the ages now? Hey, the mountains and rivers are full of bones! In the evening, the setting sun Like blood reflected in the evening sun..."