Sealing Sword

Shen Wuduan is a slut, the kind who is so cheap that he stands out from the crowd.

The fog slowly dissipated, and Ye Fusheng finally saw the appearance of the old master of the Hundred Ghosts Sect. He was wearing a dark-patterned robe with a black background. He was tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and slender hands and feet. I don't see the old man's rickety and fat, only see that this figure is like a mature man.

But he is old after all.

Her hair was already grey, and although her face was well maintained, there were also some wrinkles, especially in the corners of her eyes.

But no matter who, no one would really regard him as an old man, and no matter how elegant he was in the past, just talking about his eyes and smile, he surpassed countless knight-errants who boasted of being romantic in the martial arts world.

Ye Fusheng vomited these two mouthfuls of blood, and the inner strength that was in the heart calmed down. On the contrary, because of the congested blood, he was much more relaxed than before. Seeing that although Chu Xiwei's lips were red, her face was painless. Don't worry.

He patted Chu Xiwei's back with one hand, then turned around and saluted Shen Wuduan: "Thank you for your help, senior."

Shen Wuduan smiled and said: "If you didn't block him just now, this palm should have landed on your head, so this is the result of your own choice, don't thank me."

Ye Fusheng rubbed his nose, and heard Shen Wuduan say to Chu Xiwei: "Xiwei, you brought outsiders into the valley, you will go to the punishment hall to receive ten lashes later, it's not an example."

Chu Xi nodded slightly and said, "Yes."

Ye Fusheng frowned, didn't say anything, Shen Wuduan turned his head, and said with a pleasant face, "Young students are good at martial arts, but they have lost a little energy and blood, so eat more brown sugar and jujubes to make up for it. , it’s just that the kidneys are not good enough.”

Ye Fusheng: "..."

He blinked and asked sincerely: "Senior, is this... from experience?"

Shen Wuduan sighed softly, full of emotions: "Drunk tens of thousands of flowers, worthy of the reputation."

The old sect master was worthy of being a sage among thousands of flowers when he was young, and he was still romantic when he was old, and he didn't feel ashamed when talking about it to younger generations, but he had the feeling of "recalling the glorious years of the past".

It is hard for outsiders to imagine that a man as seductive and coquettish as Shen Wuduan would marry Qin Liurong, whose face is ruined, as his wife. There is no beauty to reward, and no tenderness to rely on, but since then, he has restrained his nature, and can be her past with peace of mind. They have been husband and wife for 30 years, and they will not let her down even after her death.

Ye Fusheng uncovered this stubble, and asked: "What's under that hole just now?"

Shen Wuduan said: "Buried bones."

"Where the dead should go?"

Seeing that Shen Wuduan nodded, Ye Fusheng said: "Then after Lu Shusheng is born, he will have died once."

Shen Wudu touched his beard: "He may also become a dead scholar."

Ye Fusheng smiled and said: "With Missy here, even if he dies, he will have to climb back from the Palace of Hell."

"You are much more interesting than this bastard." Shen laughed for no reason, and glanced at Chu Xiwei, "If the person I picked up was you, these years would not be so boring."

Chu Xiwei, who was inexplicably disgusted, ignored it and just reminded: "Let's go."

Shen Wuduan turned his head and wondered: "Did you not go home in 800 years, so impatient?"

Chu Xiwei: "..."

Seeing that he was getting impatient, Ye Fusheng raised his sleeve to wipe away the remaining blood from his lips, and said to Shen Wuduan: "I heard that there are three places in the martial arts that you can't go to, one is Wangchen Peak in the Supreme Palace, and the other is Burial Soul Palace The third is Mizong Ridge, and the third is the Hollow Valley of the Hundred Ghosts. The juniors of these three places have been fortunate enough to have been to one of them, I wonder if they are lucky enough to see another one today?"

Shen Wuduan was very interested: "You must go to Mizong Ridge."

Ye Fusheng raised his eyebrows: "How does senior know?"

"If you've seen the obsessive minds of those monks who have become fools on Wangchen Peak, how can they be as interesting as they are now?" Shen Wudu waved his hand, "People in the Taishang Palace are the most boring people, and I will never meet them in my life." Arrived at such a..."

He suddenly stopped talking, a trace of grief and nostalgia flashed across his face very quickly, he turned around and said, "It's getting late, when the water ghost sinks to the bottom, it will be difficult to go on the road."

Before Shen Wuduan could finish his sentence, he was gone. He didn't seem to be walking fast, and he even felt as lazy as strolling in the garden, but within a few steps, he opened up a distance of nearly three feet. With Ye Fusheng's His eyesight can only barely see his body movements when he shifts shape and changes steps.

The person who was talking and laughing calmly just now, when he inadvertently mentioned the Supreme Palace, seemed to be stepped on a sore foot, and seemed to be a little bit desperate and fled.

"In the future, don't mention Tai Shanggong in front of my adoptive father."

Chu Xiwei walked to the side, and her voice was pressed into a line into her ears. Ye Fusheng twitched his brows, and also replied in a low voice: "Why?"

"I once heard my adoptive father get drunk once, saying that he once had a close friend who was born in the Imperial Palace. The two were like brothers. It would not be an exaggeration to say that they were close friends. Unfortunately, later..."

Ye Fusheng's heart moved: "It doesn't look like the old sect master has turned against each other, so it's Yin and Yang who have different paths?"

Chu Xiwei nodded: "The 'blood-drinking blade' I gave you was something my adoptive father had brought with me since he was a child, and later he gave it to his friend for self-defense, but I heard that that person doesn't like to kill, so Most of the time, it is a keepsake. Thirteen years ago, the adoptive father heard that something happened to him, and rushed to help him overnight, but unfortunately it was too late, the man's residence was burned to the ground, and there was no bones left, so only this thing was found."

13 years ago, it burned down...

Ye Fusheng frowned, a thought flashed in his mind, but it was fleeting: "Do you know where that person lives?"

Chu Xiwei said: "I didn't enter the Hundred Ghosts Sect 13 years ago, and this was just a drunken talk from my adoptive father. How could I know?"

Ye Fusheng was a little disappointed, and nodded his head "Yes".

Chu Xiwei suddenly asked: "Just now, why did you block that palm for me?"

Ye Fusheng was stunned for a moment, then heard Chu Xiwei continue: "If the foster father doesn't show mercy, you will definitely die."

"I have wandered on the road of life and death so many times, Lord Yan probably knows me, so he is not afraid of death." Ye Fusheng smiled, and talked with him about life and death matters as he walked, calm as if he was just chatting after dinner , "As for why you asked me to block... Ayao, my life is yours. Do you need a reason to block?"

Heartbroken, Chu Xi raised her eyebrows slightly: "Really?"

Hearing this, Ye Fusheng sighed, raised his hand and tapped on his temple, and said: "I have lied a lot in my life, but this sentence is hard to follow, how can you not believe it?"

His tone was casual, but when he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that Chu Xiwei liked a man. Even if he didn't have the heart, this gesture was too intimate, and he was about to withdraw his hand subconsciously. Unexpectedly, Chu Xiwei grabbed it wrist.

Different from the usual slightly indifferent expression, Chu Xiwei's palm was so hot that it was almost scalding. When he grabbed Ye Fusheng, the heat could burn the skin underneath through the wrist guard, which made him flinch a little.

Hotter than this palm was Chu Xiwei's eyes.

Ye Fusheng didn't know that his understatement was more important than Chu Xiwei.

It's like lightning piercing the night sky accompanied by thunder, and like a torrential rain pouring down with a strong wind, it comes in a hurry and goes away in an instant, but it leaves a lingering fear in my heart.

His throat moved, and it took him a while to speak, but it was a name he hadn't heard for a long time: "Master, I want to ask you a few questions."

Ye Fusheng's hand, which was about to break free, was first shocked by this address that he thought he would never hear again in his life, and then caught by the unprecedented solemnity in Chu Xiwei's tone, and said in a deep voice: "But there is something Ask, and you will be deceived."

"13 years ago, I waited for you in Jinshui Town for 33 days. You said that you accepted me as a disciple and treated you wholeheartedly. I will never let you down in this life. Is this true or false?"

"real."

"Ten years ago, there was a change in the palace. You agreed to stand by me, but in the end, you forced to kill my parents to protect Chu Ziyu. Do you admit it or not?"

"recognize."

Since the reunion, Chu Xiwei has been consciously avoiding the past, Ye Fusheng also took into account his feelings and did not say much, now that he finally took the initiative to bring up the past, Ye Fusheng did not feel alarmed, only a kind of "finally came" dust settled .

He said word by word: "It's true that Jinshui Town accepted you as an apprentice, and promised you will never regret it in this life. It's also true that it ruined your family and ruined your future ten years ago."

Chu Xi closed her eyes slightly, and clenched her left hand into a fist: "Then you admit that you broke your promise?"

Ye Fusheng did not deny it: "I am sorry for you."

After saying this, Chu Xiwei's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and tears almost rolled out of her eyes, as if in the time of this sentence, she turned back to the child who couldn't even cry ten years ago.

He said in a hoarse voice: "You once said, 'As a man of the Jianghu, entering the imperial court is a last resort. No matter how good fortune is, it is destiny and each depends on his own ability. It has nothing to do with you'. Since So, why...why do you want to help him?"

Before Ye Fusheng answered, he continued: "Since you helped him, you should help him to the end... But why, when I assassinated him and failed to be taken down, you knelt down to plead with him and exchanged your life for his life? "

If you really failed me completely, it would be more natural for me to hate you, but why did you save me?

You make me hate you to the bone, but even this hate can't be pure.

He held Ye Fusheng's hand and exerted force unconsciously, followed by excruciating pain, as if he wanted to crush Ye Fusheng's wrist bones.

The past that has been deliberately avoided is finally laid bare, like tearing off the golden and jade-covered painted skin, revealing the rotten flocks inside, looking for the bloody heart inside.

You once promised to live up to the relationship between master and apprentice, but you broke this promise and cut off my family dream and bright future with your own hands.

Since you broke your promise, why did you save my life? You devoted yourself to Lve Ying incognito for ten years, and paid for it with your life ten years later.

Jianghu was born in three mountains and four seas, buried in wind and rain, frost and cold, you should be wanton and wanton, why do you want to be in a cocoon?

Chu Xiwei thought about these questions for ten years, but he still couldn't figure out these questions. Now he finally asked them, and he just waited for the person who tied the bell to solve them one by one.

Ye Fusheng was silent for a long time, and Chu Xiwei didn't urge him. After ten years of waiting, he didn't care about waiting for such a long time.

"I……"

After a long while, Ye Fusheng finally spoke, his tone was not heavy, but rather free and easy as if he had relieved a heavy burden: "I help Ziyu, because my tutor is involved; I save you, because it is not your fault."

Chu Xiwei frowned. He had inquired about the inheritance of the Jinghong Sword over the years, so he naturally knew that the woman who escorted him and Chu Ziyu when they were young was Ye Fusheng's master, and also the short-lived Gu Yaofang in the Jianghu.

It's just that after that farewell, there was no news of Gu Jianfang in the world, and she seemed to have evaporated from the world.Some people say that she is dead, but no bones are seen;

He narrowed his eyes slightly: "What happened to Senior Gu?"

"...Dead." After a pause, the smile on the corner of Ye Fusheng's mouth quietly faded, "If she was reincarnated, she might be 13 years old now."

13 years old...that is to say, shortly after she left Yuzhou City 13 years ago, something happened.

Chu Xiwei was inexplicably startled, her eyes flickered: "What's going on?"

Ye Fusheng slowly withdrew his hand, his five fingers clenched tightly and then loosened, he raised his head very slowly, the corners of his slightly raised mouth were bit by bit curled into a sharp straight line, his peach blossom eyes were stained with an indelible dark red, Only the corners of the eyes reveal the clues of water color.

He said word by word: "I killed her."